The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

It wasn't until the end of the day that Wen Ruolan woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Dongfang Yi sitting in front of the window with a book in her hand. In a trance, she thought it was an illusion. She raised her hand and rubbed her face to make herself more sober. Then she got up.

"Like a lazy cat, it's time to get up." Dongfang Yi looks over with a smile on his lips. He puts down the book and comes over. He reaches out his hand.

Wenruolan awkwardly turned over: "you go out, I want to get up."

Hearing the sound of footsteps and closing the door, she was relieved. She didn't get up immediately. Instead, she looked at the top of the shed and was distracted. She saw each other again. The subtle changes in her heart couldn't deceive her. What she couldn't see clearly before also could be seen clearly. She slightly hooked the corners of her lips. Since that's the case, it's better to strive for it.

Love has always been a beauty pursued by people, and she is no exception. What else can Dongfang Yi ask for if she can come to Anju town for herself?

After getting up, dressing and washing, he goes out of the room. Dongfang Yi is standing in the yard looking at the blooming red plum. Wen Ruolan is leaning against the post to look at him.

Tall and straight, he just stood there is a painting, and she loved it more and more.

"Dongfang Yi."

Dongfang Yi turns around and looks at it. He slightly raises his eyebrows: "what's the matter?"

"Hungry." Wen Ruolan goes down the stairs and comes to Dongfang Yi. She smiles and raises her head: "eat porridge."

Dongfang Yi reaches out and holds her little hand. They go to the kitchen. Wen Ruolan sits on a small stool beside the kitchen and watches Dongfang Yi wash rice, cook and burn the fire skillfully.

With porridge cooking in the pot, Dongfang Yi goes out for a moment and comes over with a pheasant. He packs the mud and buries it in the earth pit, just like Wen Ruolan.

"What did you do in southern Xinjiang?" Wen Ruolan asked.

Dongfang Yi raised his eyelids and said, "I'll learn from you to make porridge, read the medical books you left to Du Ruo, and occasionally go out to see the scenery."

“……！！！” Wen Ruolan's mouth curls. He means he's gone. He's thinking of himself all the time?

Porridge with chicken, two people in the kitchen next to the small room, sitting opposite each other.

Apart from the smell of the food, which is the sound of the spoon and bowl touching each other, Wen Ruolan occasionally looks up and peeps at Dongfang Yi. He has a quiet face and elegant eating style.

"I'm going to meet good media." Wen Ruolan put down the chopsticks and took out a soft handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"Good media will come by themselves. Let's go to the grassland." Dongfang Yi gets up and reaches out his hand. Wen Ruolan naturally hands it over, and the two go to the door.

Wen Ruolan looked back: "don't you need to clean up?"

"What do you think?" Dongfang Yi pinched Wen Ruolan's palm: "let's go. In the last few days of the hunting Festival, we usually gather at the edge of the grassland to meet the warriors who enter the mountain."

Wen Ruolan helped her forehead: "I forgot one thing."

"Well?" Dongfang Yi stops and says, "what's the matter?"

Wen Ruolan's eyes turned into crescent moon: "of course, it's a matter of collecting money. Let's go and have a look at the grassland first."

The two of them walked out of the drunken town hand in hand. Today, there were a lot of people in the street. They all gathered in the direction of grassland. From today until the next three days, the Mangshan warriors will come back to Anju town one after another. The number of prey is the evaluation standard. The most important thing is that these warriors will be the shogunate in the future.

Wen Ruolan and Dongfang Yi are walking in the crowd. She can't help looking around. These people are all dressed up. There are many women among them.

"It's not a warrior's prize, is there a woman?" Wen Ruolan murmured in a low voice, those women were obviously well dressed, so she had to think so.

Dongfang Yi took her hand to the side and said in a deep voice, "it's more about going to see the shogunate's little master."

"Shogunate young master?" Wen Ruolan then remembered that he was the son of the shogunate general, but he and the shogunate did not meet for two days. Why didn't he see the young master of the shogunate?

"You haven't seen it." Dongfang Yi takes her forward.

Wen Ruolan's mouth is curled. He hasn't seen anything strange. Don't he know few people? As soon as he was about to speak, he was attracted by a string of red sugar gourds. Dongfang Yi's voice was clear: "don't you take it yourself?"

Hand over ice sugar gourd, wenruolan ear tip some red, she was such a small pet drowning hit the heart tip, bow small bite.

"One of the old generals in the state of Yan is Qiao Fengtian. His son is Qiao Chu whom you know." Seeing Wen Ruolan's astonishment, Dongfang Yi can't help shaking his head and chuckling: "what? Was it a surprise? "

Wen Ruolan shook his head and turned to smile: "it's Qiao Chu, but Qiao Chu is looking at it. Isn't it really unmarried?"

Dongfang Yi raised his eyes and looked at the edge of Mangshan grassland in front of him

One can't help it. Wen Ruolan laughs, which makes people around him look at her curiously. Dongfang Yi takes her a little sideways and lowers her voice: "don't you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it. Qiao Chu is not a monk. How can he not be here?"

Wen Ruolan took a bite of ice sugar gourd and narrowed his eyes sour.

Dongfang Yi raised her hand and wiped off the little sugar stains on her mouth: "because there is a general guarding the border. The general's son is the leader of the younger generation. Do you know who it is?"

Wen Ruolan's eyes shrank. He looked at Dongfang Yi and blurted out, "Yu Hualin?"

In the past, memories of those who didn't care suddenly emerge. Wen Ruolan looks at Dongfang Yi suspiciously.

Dongfang Yi took her hand and went to the place with the most people on the edge of the grassland: "Cangwu has a strong national style. Before he lived there, he would always disturb our border. Therefore, there are two generals guarding the border here. Qiao Chu and Yu Hualin are the sons of the generals. As for the young generals who are said to be handsome, they are afraid that Qiao Chu will fall behind."

Wen Ruolan turns away, but he doesn't go on asking. At the beginning, in yaolu, Dongfang Yi once proposed that Ning Caiwei marry Yu Hualin. It seems that Yu Hualin is really good in his heart, but he thinks Qiao Chu is better. He loves soldiers like a son and is loyal to his duty. So he doesn't believe that there is anything better about him.

With curiosity in his heart, he unconsciously speeds up his pace. Dongfang Yi is also with him. Beside the grassland, there is a temporary high platform, which is surrounded by thick felt cloth to block the wind, snow and cold. He can see further.

There are two high platforms, one is red and black, which is dignified, the other is color, which is more like a troupe. Wen Ruolan looks at the red and black high platform on the left. There are many wine jars on the high platform. The thick curtain is lifted, but a layer of gauze like curtain is hung. The women below are surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, You don't have to guess that it must be Yu Hualin.

Inexplicably for Qiao Chu hold injustice, Wen Ruolan pulled Dongfang Yi's sleeve: "I want to go up."

Dongfang Yi looks down at the expression on her small face and picks an eyebrow: "but you don't treat female guests."

"I'm going up." Wen Ruolan snorted: "I don't believe that he is more suitable to be a general than Qiao Chu

On the contrary, Dongfang Yi was so excited that he said in a deep voice, "how can I see that?"

"I feel that most of the generals who lead the troops to fight are straightforward and bold. How can they pay so much attention to marching and fighting? Although I don't see too much Hualin, Qiao Chu must be stronger than him! "

"The girl has a point."

Wen Ruolan suddenly turns back, and the white robed young master bows deeply. It's not her, but Dongfang Yi: "Your Royal Highness, I'm sorry for Yu Hualin's failure."

Wen Ruolan