The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

The good matchmaker smiles.

"Miss Zuo, in this peaceful town, there are people in the shogunate during the annual hunting Festival, but there are no rules here for the rest of the time. But the world is so big that the principle of killing people is the same everywhere."

Wen Ruolan looks at the good media with great interest. She really belittles the people in Anju town. She is just the pimp of GouLan courtyard. She is also a capable one. The good media is beating herself with Xu San's death.

Seeing that Wen Ruolan didn't speak, the good media cleared her throat: "Xu San has no skin and no face. It's a pity that there is no one to take care of an orphan and widowed mother. I have to appease her. She is smart. Since all the prostitutes have been sent to Anju town, she naturally doesn't care about her life. If she can take Furong out of wanhualou, the good media will send her personal feelings."

"Human feelings?" Wen Ruolan slowly sat down and fiddled with her fingers: "how much is the favor of boss Liang, you have to weigh it."

"Of course, it's big enough. Since Miss Zuo needs wine, I can give it up in the wine room of Liuchu Pavilion." Good media straightened his back: "you know, on the hunting day, the wine from liucangge can be exchanged for a thousand gold objects."

Wen Ruolan raised her eyelids and said, "it's really a big favor. I'd like to ask, how should I settle after Furong is rescued?"

"Let's put it by Miss Zuo's side for a period of time. When she is in labor, someone will come to pick her up." Good media said and got up: "left girl calm down, young people do business to learn to come, when you get to my age will not be so easily angry."

"Good boss is to support Zuo LAN." Wen Ruolan also got up: "I can't promise you anything about this. Everything depends on the meaning of master tan."

"You are also capable. Unfortunately, you are in Anju town. If you are in..." Good media conscious speech is wrong, with the PA Zi block the corner of the lip, step out.

Wen Ruolan looked at her back and thought, whose is this person? Is it true that all the people in Anju town are closely related to those in Yandu? Is it intertwined?

Seeing off the good media, Wen Ruolan immediately tidied up and went out to the shogunate.

The shogunate is in the northernmost part of Anju town. The terrain is slightly higher. In front of the tall gate tower, a pair of iron lions are lifelike. On both sides of the gate, there are soldiers on guard. When they see someone coming, they step forward together and cross each other with spears in their hands: "the shogunate is important. No admittance."

Wen Ruolan blessed himself: "zuolan asked to see commander Qiao, please give me a report."

The soldiers looked at each other. One of them turned and went in. A moment later, he saw Qiao Chu come out in a hurry. He was so far away that he said: "Miss Zuo is really diligent. She has come so early."

Wen Ruolan nodded slightly: "no, I'm worried."

"Come inside, please." Qiao Chu sidled and Wen Ruolan stepped into the shogunate.

It's true that the shogunate is as warm as spring all the year round. It's very warm inside, but the dome is sealed. It's really mysterious for such a large house to be sealed.

The shogunate is full of flowers. At a glance, the spring is in the middle of the whole house. On the left side is a row of purple bamboos. The roots are as thick as small arms. It is obvious that it has been many years.

On the right is the wing room. The door is open, but it is a flower hall for guests.

Wen Ruolan sat down and Qiao Chu bowed to him again: "that day, as soon as we parted in Longhe, Qiao was sent to garrison the border of Anju town. Unexpectedly, Miss Wen also came here."

"Qiao Tongling has a heart. If LAN doesn't want to work hard among the Royal descendants, he pretends to die and comes to Anju town. It's fate to meet you here."

Wen Ruolan's voice fell, and some soldiers brought tea in.

Qiao Chu raised his hand: "step back."

"Yes, my Lord." The soldier left with his head down.

There were two people left in the flower hall again, and Qiao Chu sighed: "who said no, Miss Wen is a free and easy person, which makes us blush. Qiao will be called Miss Zuo in the future, but if something happens, Qiao is willing to do everything."

"It's not that serious. I heard today that a group of government prostitutes have been sent to wanhualou. Is that true?" Wen Ruolan took the tea cup and sipped it.

Qiao Chu nodded: "because of the flood of the Longhe River, the people sent by the imperial court have to be punished for their improper handling, and many of the subordinate officials have been killed. How did miss Zuo know this? "

"Qiao Tongling, wanhualou belongs to the imperial court. Whose is liucang pavilion? "Eight kings or prince?" Wen Ruolan's heart has already had a guess, so he will ask.

Qiao Chu slightly Lengzheng for a while, obviously did not expect that Wen Ruolan would ask.

"Qiao Tongling doesn't have to be so surprised. The crown prince went to govern the Longhe River according to his orders, but the imperial court asked some ministers to be guilty. Although I'm a daughter and I don't know about the government, I have to deal with the crown prince's crimes as well. How can some ministers be killed by copying their families?"

Wen Ruolan put down the tea cup and sighed softly: "in fact, there is no need to hide from Qiao Tongling. There is an old friend in these official prostitutes."

"Old friend?" Qiao Chu understood Wen Ruolan's meaning, and his heart relaxed a lot.

Wen Ruolan took out the picture in his sleeve and handed it to him: "the old friend of wenjiacun, the Madame of liucang Pavilion, traded her wine room for this person. Moreover, it's said that it's the woman of Bawang. If liucang Pavilion is the property of Bawang, it's OK. If it's not, I'm afraid my friend will go out of the fire and into the tiger's den."

Qiao Chu opened the painting, looked at it and put it down: "it's easy to say that as long as you invite people to the shogunate, you don't need to give them to anyone."

Wen Ruolan immediately got up: "thank you for your help."

"Miss Zuo saved so many brothers of Qiao in Longhe. It's nothing to say that she's just a woman."

Qiao Chu told the soldiers to let the kitchen prepare lunch. Wen Ruolan refused to eat here. He only said that the bar should be sorted out, not too long.

Qiao Chu called a group of soldiers for Wen Ruolan to send, which saved a lot of energy.

Wen Ruolan went to Ruyi square again, and gave her drawing to Ye Ruyi. She asked her to arrange Ouyang of wanhualou and good matchmaker of liucange to get together in zuijianchao seven days later.

Ye Ruyi looked at Wen Ruolan's back and said softly, "Liang Lang, can you see through this Zuo LAN?"

Ma Yuliang stood beside Ye Ruyi with a negative hand: "Ruyi, our Ruyi square is doing business. Originally, it's good to live in a peaceful town without offending people."

Ye Ruyi looked at Ma Yuliang with a smile: "well, listen to you."

Wen Ruolan thought that the word "bar" is a bit out of place. It's the most appropriate time to be drunk today. It's just that Tan Junyan disappeared during the decoration period. I don't know what this person has done.

"Hello, Miss Zuo."

It's really about Cao Cao. Cao Cao will arrive. Wen Ruolan looks at jiu'er who comes in with a wine pot and smiles: "how did you come?"

Jiu'er handed over the wine gourd and said, "my young master is worried about his white head. Although the bamboo leaves are also good, it's a pity to brew wine. You can see for yourself."

Wen Ruolan took over the wine gourd, lifted the lid and smelled it. The dry taste flushed his nose. No wonder jiuer looked like this.

"You go back and tell Mr. Tan that there is no need to make wine."

"Ah?" Don't wait for Wen Ruolan to finish, nine son eyes all stare round, don't need to make wine? He heard that Miss Zuo wanted the young master to make wine.

"Just a moment." Wen Ruolan turned back, took the pen and paper, brushed it, folded it and gave it to jiu'er: "take it back to Mr. Tan, and he will know how to do it naturally."

Nine son suspiciously looking at Wen Ruolan, curled to curl a mouth son to turn round to walk.

Wen Ruolan squints her eyes to reach the corner of her lips. Her drunkenness must be on fire today!