The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

"I don't know." Feng Lingtian meaningfully lengthened his voice and sipped his tea: "what's the relationship between Hua Wuying and you?"

"Are you here to check your account or do business? Young master, you are in a good mood. In the middle of the night, you don't have fun in front of me, but you go to the back and talk about some trifles with me. I'm sorry, I'm very busy. " Wen Ruolan said and raised her finger to the door.

Fenglingtian is used to the way that this woman drives people out when she opens her mouth. Instead, she changes her chair into a more comfortable posture: "Cangwu country has a vast land and abundant resources, but people are straightforward and not good at business, so they need a national businessman."

Wen Ruolan almost bit his tongue and looked at Feng Lingtian in disbelief.

"Of course, we can't do business at will. In addition to our interests, we have to become allies. I don't know if Miss Zuo would like to?" Feng Lingtian's slender Danfeng has a smile in her eyes, which makes Wen Ruolan feel a little flustered. She is too familiar with this feeling. People who calculate people are like this, and he comes to the door just because he sees the flower is shadowless. Can't he say that the person he wants is not only Tan Junyan, but also Dongfang Yi?

The more difficult the situation was, the more calm Wen Ruolan was. His face was as usual: "alliance?"

"Some businesses can be done with anyone, but some businesses can only be done with specific people. If Miss Zuo doesn't object, I'll come back in two days. You can take these things, do it or not, and we'll talk about it next time." Feng Lingtian took out a letter from her sleeve and put it on the table. She got up and swaggered away.

Wen Ruolan pinched her face, determined that it was not a dream. When she got up to close the door, she put the bolt on the door again. Then she came to the table and stared at the letter.

Guoshang? What kind of business is he going to do? Has this man understood himself? In the heart of countless possibilities, Wen Ruolan finally reached out and picked up the letter, opened it and looked at it. He couldn't help but frown. All the people who did everything without leaking were scheming to the extreme. The list that this person took out just finished, with ink fragrance, was obviously a sudden decision.

Cangwu is a country on horseback. It is indeed a country with vast territory and abundant resources. But is it too much to sell cattle and sheep across the border? The state of Yan only borders Cangwu state near Anju town. The two countries are adjacent to each other. This grassland is the only grassland in the state of Yan.

The most important thing is that the prosperity of Yan state is from Yandu to the south. Anju town has no future, but it's just an appetizer. She lets herself get on the thief boat and throws out something that makes her wonder what it is, but it means very dangerous.

ChiYan state can refine chemical elements of such high purity. What can Cangwu state have?

incorrect! Wen Ruolan suddenly realized that Anju town is different. Isn't the hunting Festival a bridge between the two countries? Looking back on what Feng Lingtian said just now, some businesses can be done with anyone, while others have to be done with specific people. Sure enough, the target is Dongfang Yi. The reason is very simple. Hua Wuying is by his side, so he will never find himself to do business with the prince.

At this moment, she remembers what Furong said. Dongfang Yi didn't want to win the throne before he was reborn. The blood feuds he had brought with him during his rebirth made him try his best to ascend to the throne. After all, his time was too short, and his resources were absolutely limited.

If you look at Anju town now, Tan Junyan, the proton of ChiYan Kingdom, and Feng Lingtian, the crown prince of Cangwu Kingdom, if Dongfang Yi comes again.

Wen Ruolan put her hand on her chest and complained that she had done evil and could not live. If she could be a little honest, there would be no mistake in living a safe life. But now she was provoked by herself and targeted again.

Hua Wuying's words are meaningful. Furong's words make her have to make a choice. What should she do?

Helpless, her eyes fell on the paper, which was full of common things, from firewood, rice, oil, salt, cloth and fruit. Cangwu wanted everything, but when they did business with outsiders, it was mainly cattle and sheep or their appendages.

Do you want to do this business or not? Wen Ruolan pats the paper on the table, and the whole person is tangled up. In doing this business, he seems to get a high hat from the state merchant. But in fact, he is trapped in a very delicate Vortex: Dongfang Yi, Tan Junyan, Feng Lingtian, three men, three countries.

"What if it's not Dongfang Yi?" Wen Ruolan mumbles to herself and instinctively shakes her head to refuse such an idea. Although she is separated from Dongfang Yi, if the future emperor of Yan asks her to choose one, she will not hesitate to choose him.

He rubbed his hair and went to bed. He rolled back and forth on the bed with the quilt in his arms, releasing his emotions. Finally, he got up and sat at the window and watched the red lanterns all night.

Early in the morning, Wen Ruolan left drunk today alone. At this time, drunk today is very quiet. After last night's Carnival, people are still asleep.

A letter was left in the room, on which it was written that the flowers had no shadow.

Walking in the street of Anju Town, I specially put on the hat of my cloak so that no one would recognize her.

Here is not completely familiar, but she wants to run away again, and the result of thinking all night is to run away, because she doesn't want to go back to the past, and doesn't want to live in fear every day.

Back to his cabin, when he opened the door, the air conditioner came to his face. Leaning against the door, he looked at everything in the room, shaking his head and grinning bitterly. I really don't know where to escape. Maybe, as Hua Wuying said, he would like to live in seclusion in a small village and live an ordinary life every day.

She picked up some things and took out the silver note from the small box under the bed. She was attracted by a piece of red paper. The handwriting on it was vigorous and powerful. In her mind, Dongfang Yi's expression when she wrote the gift list was very excited and bright. He said: I know you are greedy for money.

I picked up the paper, put it on the bed, sighed and turned away.

She didn't know what her future would be like, but she didn't want to see him for fear of seeing him.

When I came here, I had horses and cars, but I sold them all. I went to the East Street of Anju town with my baggage on my back. There were all kinds of food, drink and gadgets on the street. I heard a lot of Hawking, but the world of fireworks was just like that.

"Girl, do you want a carriage?"

Wen Ruolan followed the voice and looked at it. The old man immediately patted the jujube horse beside him: "absolutely good horse and good car. You can see that the horse is full of tendons, and the foot course is absolutely first-class."

"Well, that's it." Wen Ruolan lifted the cotton curtain of the carriage and had a look. There was only a four corner bed fixed on the carriage, which was very firm.

The old man was overjoyed and took the silver: "girl, I'll give you a whip with a bell."

The whip is very beautiful. It's made of five colored cloth. The handle is wrapped with copper wire, and it's firm.

After thanking, Wen Ruolan got on the carriage and patted the horse gently: "drive."

Jujube horse back, a pair of big horse eyes like confusion, until Wen Ruolan raised the whip, this guy just slowly forward.

Wen Ruolan is sitting on the shaft with a whip in her arms. She has a bad feeling in her heart. Look! The last horse also despised himself so much. This horse just copied the general.

"Did you hear that? Drunk today, the silver last night was like running water. It's really greedy. "

"Greedy for silver? Let me tell you, I looked in at the door last night. The woman who is in charge of the family today is a teenager. If I want to be greedy, I will be greedy for the woman who is in charge of the family. The woman who marries her home will smoke from her ancestral grave. "

From the corner of her eyes, Wen Ruolan looks at the two people on the wonton stand on the street, claps their horses tightly, and the carriage leaves Anju town quickly.

If she doesn't do business, Cangwu can't go. Where should she go?