The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

When fenglingtian came, Wen Ruolan was the only one in the yard. She was sweeping the snow with a broom.

Seeing Wen Ruolan, Feng Ling's eyes almost came out. It's only five or six days. The man is a little smaller than that.

Wen Ruolan looked up at him without saying much. She put down her broom and went into the room. After a while, she changed her clothes and came to the carriage.

"Let's go. Go back to the town."

Wen Ruolan lifted the curtain and sat in the carriage. He came directly to the soft couch, pulled the cape over him, and lay down to sleep.

Feng Lingtian

He told lieyun to drive back, while he sat on the opposite side, holding a wine cup and looking at wenruolan from time to time.

It's strange to say that Cangwu's women have always been shrewd and aggressive. But he thinks that the women in front of him are better than others. Let alone those strange ideas, the posture in front of him is by no means what ordinary women can do.

How dare she fall asleep when she is alone?

It's really daring. Wen Ruolan sleeps soundly. She occasionally wakes up for three days, eats something and has a rest. Besides, she is sleeping.

This almost makes Feng Lingtian crazy, and the whole person is about to grow hair.

It's not easy to get to Anju town soon. Wen Ruolan also opens her eyes. She finally makes up for her sleep these days. She is also in a lot of spirit. She looks up to see feng Lingtian's widow like long face and droops her eyes slightly: "I'm so sorry to have made Feng wait for a long time."

"Thank you for knowing." Feng Ling snorts coldly in the sky.

Wen Ruolan raised his hand and sipped his tea cup: "since you are a national businessman, make good use of these hunting festivals. Now that the hunting Festival is more than half, all kinds of transactions should have reached the peak. Let's talk about what you need now."

Originally also want to damage a few fenglingtian was Wen Ruolan words to choke, frowned: "nothing to."

"So there's nothing to do?" Wen Ruolan said, "what else do you use Guoshang for?"

"Cangwu has a vast territory and abundant resources. Rich in products... "

Wen Ruolan raised his hands to him and made a gesture of Surrender: "cattle and sheep butchers also have skills. Although Cangwu country contacted him earlier, is there any craft of Ruyi Fang? The climate of grassland is changeable. If you have a pot of liquor, it should be much better in winter? "

Feng Lingtian

"Of course, I'll wait until I'm drunk." Wen Ruolan knows that everything can't be too full. Everyone knows the truth that full is overflowing. He lifts the curtain to have a look and has arrived at Anju town.

This road is obviously to get drunk today. Wen Ruolan sighed and ran away. Now he's back. It's really a dream.

Drunk in front of today's door, Wen Ruolan got out of the carriage and went in. It's day now. Although it's not busy at night, there are people drinking in groups.

Furong is directing the boys to carry wine. As soon as she turns around and sees Wen Ruolan, her eyes are filled with tears. She steps over and grabs her hand: "where have you been? I miss you so much these days. "

"Go out and see the scenery." Wen Ruolan lightly back sentence, see Hibiscus look good, slightly at ease in the heart.

The two sisters went into the inner house hand in hand. Furong told people to prepare the bath soup. Then she took Wen Ruolan's hand and looked at it carefully. When she saw Wen Ruolan's red and swollen hand, her tears fell down again: "how do you get this?"

"Nothing." Wen Ruolan held Furong's wrist and immediately laughed: "it seems that taking the antidote is really a blessing."

Hibiscus face slightly a red: "it is not a flower without a shadow, before really sorry for him."

"Where are you sorry for him? It's clearly his life-saving benefactor. At the beginning, you didn't suggest that I would treat him? " Wen Ruolan patted Furong's arm with a smile: "well, it will be good in the future. I want to see the accounts these days."

"OK, I'll get it for you." Hibiscus rose at once.

When he came to the door, he was stopped by Wen Ruolan: "Furong, tell master Feng to invite him to dinner in the evening."

"Well." After a while, Furong came back with the account book in her arms. The boy also prepared the bath soup. Wen Ruolan was in the water and leaned comfortably against the wall of the bucket to look at the account book. It was really surprising. In just a few days, she really wanted to earn money every day.

Furong sat beside her and saw Wen Ruolan put down her account book. Then she said, "the procuress of wanhualou is dead."

Wen Ruolan looked over: "Ouyang?"

"Well, when he was found in the snow three days ago, he was almost eaten up by the wolf. What a retribution." Furong gritted her teeth: "I wish wanhualou had fallen down."

"Is wanhualou still there?" Wen Ruolan draws a soul in her heart. It's no surprise that Ouyang died. After listening to Furong's words, wanhualou is still there. It's hard for people to understand the meaning of fenglingtian. You know what you said at the beginning is that wanhualou is going to disappear.

Furong sighed: "it's not still there, but it's nothing. Although the Pearl has a little ability, it's still younger and has a good life. Every night, she brings those women from wanhualou to get drunk."

"Oh." Wen Ruolan takes a soft cloth to wipe her body. Furong immediately takes the clothes from the hanger and hands them to Wen Ruolan.

After finishing, Wen Ruolan asked, "is Tan Junyan still making wine?"

"Yes, Mr. Tan is in the bamboo forest of the shogunate all day long."

"I'll see." Wen Ruolan went out and went straight to the shogunate. The guard at the door had known her for a long time and led her directly to the bamboo forest.

From a distance, I saw that jiu'er was sitting beside the warm pool with a wine gourd in his arms. With a red face, I could see that the boy was drinking secretly. Wen Ruolan walked over and said, "jiu'er, is it good to drink?"

Nine son startled, quickly stood up, embarrassed smile: "good to drink, childe recently every day let nine son drink, are almost soaked into wine body."

"A clever mouth." Wen Ruolan didn't order him to steal wine, so he walked inside.

Nine son quickly catch up: "left girl, my son is taking a nap."

"Why don't you go in and ask him to get up and I'll pick up the goods." Wen Ruolan stops and looks at jiu'er with a little blame in her eyes.

Jiuer runs away in a hurry. How can he forget that the left girl is very powerful. The old master is full of praise these days.

Seeing that jiuer ran in, Wen Ruolan went into the bamboo forest and sat down on a stone stool. Looking at the holes that were chiseled out of the obviously thick bamboo, he had a smile at the bottom of his eyes. If the prince of ChiYan, who loved wine making, went back to ChiYan one day, would he also take ChiYan as a wine making tool?

Although it's warm in the shogunate, the plants know the season best. These bamboo leaves are all old ones. They pick up one and put it in their mouth for a few bites. They shake their heads. It seems that they need to wait for some more days. They will be much better after spring.

"Miss Zuo is really a God. You can go and come as soon as you want. I'm afraid you are the only one who is so free in Dayan." Tan Junyan, dressed in white and with a jade gourd in his hand, comes with a smile.

Wen Ruolan turned back and said, "that's not as good as master tan. He has cultivated immortal spirit in this bamboo forest."

"There's also the smell of wine." Tan Junyan said, conjuring out two jade cups, put them on the stone table and raised his eyes: "how about a drink together?"

"It's just for drinks." Wen Ruolan came to sit down and reached for the glass: "good wine, bamboo fragrance is more rich."

Tan Junyan sipped the wine: "it's a pity that after all, it's contaminated with impurities."

"If I give you a prescription to remove these impurities, how can Mr. Tan thank me?" Wen Ruolan said a pun and raised her eyes with a smile.