The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan really wants to find a way to get in. If Dongfang Yi didn't just step up to block her, she would have a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

If you tell people right and wrong behind their back, you will get retribution. Don't look at them if you are embarrassed.

"No harm, but someone is out of the mountain?"

Yu Hualin hung his head: "no one has ever been out of the mountain. There was a heavy snow three days ago. I'm afraid some people will be damaged this year." After that, he raised his hand: "Your Highness King Rui, please go to yuanguantai."

On the remote viewing platform, Wen Ruolan sits on the chair behind Dongfang Yi with a low sense of existence. Facing him is Yu Hualin with a modest face. He has been bowing his head humbly to deal with some of Dongfang Yi's problems.

Wen Ruolan was a little relieved. Compared with Qiao Chu, he was a little more elegant, and he didn't feel like Xiao Sha. He was more like a scholar than a son of a general.

Inadvertently looking at his hands on his legs, his eyes are much deeper. His hands are slightly thick and white, but the faint sense of strength is not like holding a pen. Moreover, this person is sitting like a clock, and his voice is full of air. Only listening to his voice can't be associated with his elegant appearance, it's not rough, But with the momentum of the sound of gold and stone.

Sure enough, you can't judge your appearance. When you look at Dongfang Yi again, you can entrust Ning Caiwei to Yu Hualin. It must be that Yu Hualin is not a simple person in the future. I dare not say anything about it.

At this time, a shadow appeared in the deep of Mangshan grassland, and the people around the grassland had already roared: "come out! The first warrior of the year

This voice has attracted many people's eyes, including Dongfang Yi on the remote viewing platform. Yu Hualin takes a single tube remote viewing mirror from the side and hands it to Dongfang Yi.

When Dongfang Yi takes it over, he takes a look at Wen Ruolan and sees that her eyes are shining. She stares at the telescope in her hand and raises her hand: "come here."

Wen Ruolan takes a puff from the corner of his eye, but he just sits there. Dongfang Yi hands Wen Ruolan the remote viewing mirror: "look at your people."

Then he took a long-distance view of the mirror. Wen Ruolan sighed in his heart. Isn't this a monocular telescope? It's no surprise that you can't see clearly when you put it in front of you. Compared with a real telescope, it's still a little worse. But it's hard to have such a thing in ancient times.

The people coming out of Mangshan grassland ride a black horse with high head. They drag things on the horse's back. They can't see clearly from too far away. They also raise a bunch of wind and snow behind the horse, so they should also drag their prey.

The face was tightly wrapped, and the clothes were damaged in several places. Wen Ruolan could only see so much.

He handed the telescope to Dongfang Yi and whispered, "I don't know him. He has a lot of prey."

Dongfang Yi smiles from the corner of his lips and takes a look in the mirror.

Next to her, Yu Hualin, who hasn't made a sound, looks at Wen Ruolan. She has a pretty face and a soft voice. She should be from Qishan. When you look at the low voice between her and King Rui, you can see that intimacy is not the difference between superiority and inferiority. The relationship between them is very natural, isn't it.

In a low voice, Yu Hualin orders the people next to him to go down. For a moment, he comes up with a tray with a hot stove on it.

"Miss Zuo, it's cold. It's just right to warm your hands." Yu Hualin finally formally said the first sentence to Wen Ruolan.

Dongfang Yi's eyes are too bright to be seen.

Wen Ruolan nodded slightly: "thank you, young master Yu." Then I held it in my arms and looked at the distance solemnly. With sharp eyes, she saw the flowers standing on the edge of the grassland without shadow, and her body slightly owed.

A hand reaches over and holds her hand. Dongfang Yi tilts his head.

Wen Ruolan lowered her head awkwardly. Just now, she really wanted to find Hua Wuying. The identity of Hongyan made her feel like a thorn in her throat. If she was the princess of Xin Yueguo, her eyes would come out.

"King Rui will sit down for a moment and go down to wash the dust for the first warrior who comes back." Yu Hualin gets up.

Dongfang Yi nodded and agreed. Yu Hualin immediately withdrew.

There were only two of them left on the remote viewing platform. Wen Ruolan immediately took Dongfang Yi and pointed to the flowers in the crowd: "look, where is elder brother? Do you want to ask him?"

"Calm down." With that, Dongfang Yi gets up and goes to the guardrail of the yuanguantai, where he looks far away.

Wen Ruolan sips her lips, but her heart can't settle down. She has been in Anju town for some days, whether it's a good matchmaker or liucang Pavilion, and her contact is not one or two days. Although Dongfang Yi also admits that liucang Pavilion is his power, there are many uncontrollable factors.

Not to mention the goose, even if she wants to break her head, she can't understand. Can a princess be willing to sell herself to become a brothel woman? Let's not talk about the identity of Mingzhu. At least she was a servant of the Qing Dynasty. In ancient times, she valued her virginity as her life. What was the purpose of Hongyan?

Warrior's courtesy has always been abundant, but Wen Ruolan has been looking at the direction of Hua Wuyi. She wants to see a trace, but she disappears from the crowd without any effort.

He sighed a little, then Dongfang Yi's arm fell down and pulled her into the bend of her arm.

"Yu Hualin has a deep affection for his cousin. It's a pity that he is such a resourceful handsome man." Dongfang Yi seems to be talking to himself, but he almost knocks Wen Ruolan's chin. What's a pity for a resourceful handsome man?

Looking up at Dongfang Yi's tiny eyes, you can see that Mang Mountain is far away in the grassland.

"Will anyone come out today?" Wen Ruolan asked casually.

"Want to go back?" Dongfang Yi recognized her meaning and looked down at her. He was a bit spoiled: "how about going back alone?"

"Well." Wen Ruolan looks like a kitten who has got the benefit. Dongfang Yi shakes her head helplessly. Looking at her back downstairs, she plans to go back to southern Xinjiang as soon as possible. At least she will get up immediately after negotiating with Feng Lingtian about Mangshan iron mine.

Wen Ruolan went back to drunk today alone. As soon as she came in, she saw Furong pacing back and forth in the yard eagerly. She had been pregnant for more than five months, and her body was a little heavy.

"Hibiscus?"

Hibiscus a listen to is Wen Ruolan's voice, immediately raised her head, eyes are about to burst out tears: "you can come back, quickly with me, inside all want to fight."

Wen Ruolan's eyebrows trembled. She couldn't figure out who dares to make trouble on the border. She patted Furong's arm and stepped into the hall.

Just at the door of the hall, I saw good media. Good media was sitting on the chair of the flower hall with a murderous face. It was not other people who tied a strong tie beside it. It was the little child jiuer beside Tan Junyan. Opposite good media, yeluqi's face was hard to see, and he could barely keep his etiquette.

Wen Ruolan looked at hibiscus. Hibiscus pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "the goose is missing."

Oh! Wen Ruolan suddenly feels funny. It's time for Hongyan to disappear, but if Hongyan is missing, you have to find Tan Junyan, right? After catching a child and provoking yeluzzi, the good media obviously wants to make trouble.

"Say it! Where are you hiding people? " Good media seems to be unbearable in general, patted the table.

Yeluzi snorted coldly: "since you are so determined, you can find the shogunate or drunk today. You can dig three feet to find the good media."

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"What? Dare not? " Yeluzi nose overflow cold hum, disdain of lift eyelids: "you dare not do less of these dirty things, also don't give nine son put?"

"What if I don't?" Good media has lengthened its tone.

Wen Ruolan, who was completely ignored, walked in slowly, and his voice was not high or low: "the way of hospitality is the way of a gentleman. You make me at a loss. What should I do?"