The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Qishan, Xiangguo Temple.

Since she can collect herbs, Qishan has been very busy. Wen Ruolan insists on walking, and Dongfang Yi naturally accompanies her step by step up the mountain.

He changed into a court dress and only wore a dark purple robe. Even if he met the people collecting herbs, they would kneel down.

"Are these all your people?" Wen Ruolan has some doubts.

Dongfang Yi squints at her, looks at her carefully, raises her hand and pinches her nose: "some are not."

The implication is basically, otherwise, how can you kneel down far away and dare not look up at them.

"Did you bring down the archway?"

"It is said that the memorial archway is not available to everyone. Even if it is granted by the emperor, it depends on the will of heaven." Dongfang Yi picks an eyebrow and looks at Wen Ruolan jokingly: "Heaven forbids."

Wen Ruolan couldn't laugh or cry. She didn't care about that thing. She didn't want to die because of some broken stones. The key is that she didn't know for whom to keep the festival. Why should she keep it?

Obviously, she doesn't care, but Dongfang Yi does.

Walking to the hillside, Wen Ruolan sat on the big stone tired, raised his hand to cover the light and looked to the top of the mountain: "it will take at least one hour to go up."

"There's no time for a stick of incense, as long as you like." Dongfang Yi hands over the water bag.

Wen Ruolan smiles, but she can't see her teeth. Suddenly she gets up and jumps on Dongfang Yi's back: "then there will be Laurie King carrying her daughter up the mountain."

Dongfang Yi reached out and pulled the man from his back and held him in his arms: "I knew you would be like this."

Wen Ruolan said: "remember the first time we met?"

Dongfang Yi raised his eyes and looked out into the distance: "it's very hot today. It's better to go up the mountain quickly."

"I can't change the subject!" Wen Ruolan reluctantly climbed up his neck and bared his teeth: "that time I'm going to die, you will become a bachelor!"

"So I sit on it and wait for you to come up." Dongfang Yi bows her head to ask for a kiss.

Wen Ruolan raised his hand to cover his lips: "in full view of the public, in broad daylight, do you dare?"

"Dare, but you don't let me, hold tight." When Dongfang Yi's voice fell, Wen Ruolan closed her eyes.

The gate of Xiangguo Temple is open. There are mountains of herbs inside. Many people are sorting herbs under Du ruo's leadership. The yard is full of the smell of herbs. Du Ruo seems to be in charge of the business. He has no time to look around, so he doesn't notice them.

Wen Ruolan just took a cursory look at the Chinese herbal medicine, and then he looked up at Dongfang Yi and said, "do you want to make all these medicine for stabbing?"

"You can also do some traumatic injuries, and use more space in the future." Dongfang Yi took her hand: "go to see Huanxi first, don't cry."

Wen Ruolan's original relaxed mood suddenly became heavy. Huanxi was not dead, but the situation must be bad, otherwise Dongfang Yi would not have said that.

Around the pile of herbs, came to the Zen room behind Xiangguo Temple.

This side of the Zen room is still clean. There are bamboo baskets everywhere, with fresh herbs hanging in the air.

On the wooden wheelchair, Huanxi carefully looked at the herbs in the bamboo basket. Since she could move, she didn't want to be idle. When she was free, she would come to check it. She had a pharmacopoeia given by duruo. When she met some unknown herbs, she would check it. Life was never peaceful.

When Wen Ruolan saw Huanxi sitting in a wooden wheelchair from a distance, he couldn't help crying. He took Dongfang Yi's hand and said, "is Huanxi's leg broken?"

Dongfang Yi put his hand on Wen Ruolan's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "people in southern Xinjiang are good at using poison. There is a kind of poison that can destroy corpses, so..."

Wen Ruolan pursed her lips hard. She understood.

Turn around and walk towards Huanxi, every step is too heavy to lift legs, all this is because of her, one of her ideas pit Huanxi.

The closer you get, the more sour your nose will be.

Huanxi felt someone behind him, holding the wheelchair hand slightly clenched for a while, then slowly turned his head.

When he saw Wen Ruolan, his eyes lit up and he laughed: "Miss Wen."

Huanxi is much thinner. The originally round little face has become an awl face, but it's in good condition. The whole person's improvement is good.

Take a few steps tightly, Wen Ruolan squats down and holds the wheelchair. Huanxi's skirt hangs empty. A gust of wind blows, and the material will swing gently.

"Huanxi, I'm sorry." Wen Ruolan lowered her head and tears fell on Huanxi's skirt. Even if she said a thousand words of sorry, she couldn't express Wen Ruolan's mood at this time. How painful should it be? She survived.

"Miss Wen, don't cry. Huanxi is very happy to be benevolent." Huanxi's hand warm caresses Wen Ruolan's trembling shoulder, the voice is very small: "Huanxi is still alive, isn't it?"

Wen Ruolan couldn't lift her head in shame. She wiped her tears gently and then choked out: "are you used to living here? If you can't get used to it, just go down the mountain. I'll take you where you want to go, OK? "

"The morning bell and the evening drum are very quiet. Huanxi can't play for the master now. It's good to concentrate on learning some medical skills here. Miss Wen's medical skills are the envy of Huanxi." Huanxi's hand held Wen Ruolan's, so soft and warm, with the power of comfort.

Wen Ruolan raised her head and pursed her lips with red eyes.

She should have been sitting here. She really underestimated the people around Dongfang Yi. What made them work so hard for him?

"Huanxi, let me teach you medicine." Wen Ruolan only thought of such a way to comfort her.

Huanxi shook his head with a smile: "learning art is not a matter of one day. Huanxi can't delay Miss Wen's business. Here, if Du Ruo can teach me, don't worry."

Then he looked back at the direction of the Zen room and hooked the corner of his lips: "there is another person who talks about Miss Wen in my ear all day. Now I don't know where he has gone."

Wen Ruolan followed the eyes of Huanxi to see past, this mountain in addition to Du Ruo also really can't guess who will think of himself.

"Thanks to my ears, or I'll miss it."

Only hearing the voice, Wen Ruolan lost her voice: "Lv Qiu?"

Lu Qiu came from afar as light as a swallow. This hand shocked Wen Ruolan and widened her eyes: "do you have such good Kung Fu?"

Lu Qiu came over with a smile, lifted up her skirt and was about to kneel down.

Wen Ruolan quickly supported her: "don't be like this. Whose is the damage to my fortune? What are you doing here? "

Lu Qiu didn't insist: "I came to the foot of Qishan to wait for my benefactor to come back. As a result, after waiting for a long time, no one was worried. I wanted to go back to find you, but I was caught up in the mountain."

"Who caught you?" Wen Ruolan didn't see that LV Qiu was arrested. She was very happy.

Lu Qiu blushed: "who else can it be? Qiao Chu Bai also said that because he wanted to go back to Yandu to plead guilty and was worried about the injury of Yao Niang, he threw me here. He said that there must be news of benefactor when master Zhou came back. "

Wen Ruolan couldn't help laughing at the thought of Qiao Chu. The man looked like a lump in one's heart. He didn't expect to have such a careful mind. Seeing Lu Qiuhong's face again, he deliberately coughed twice.

Lu Qiu laughed a little embarrassed.

"Lu Qiu, I want you to repay me. Do you want to?" Wen Ruolan's face is very serious.

Lu Qiu nodded unambiguously: "yes, as long as the benefactor has an explanation, Lu Qiu will not blink even if she is dead."