The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan sat in the hall and watched Anshun bring in a woman in her fifties.

A head of gray hair in the back of the head into a bun, with a hairpin hairpin, mild eyebrows, makeup is light but delicate, khaki jacket, dark blue collar, collar with five color silk thread embroidered with auspicious clouds pattern, all the way to the waist strap, under the strap is a black skirt, only exposing a pair of shoes with thousand layer soles.

Follow behind Anshun, walk behind Anshun, droop eyebrows, two hands in front of the body, right hand on top of the left hand.

Just at this glance, Wen Ruolan guessed that the person who came was the one who taught herself, which made her think of Huanxi.

When I saw Huanxi at that time, it was just that time had changed. Huanxi was on Qishan mountain, so it was impossible for her to come back.

"Old Nu Anshun has met Miss Wen." Anshun bowed his head respectfully.

Wenruolan some not adapt to sit steady, slightly raised his hand: "Amber don't need to be polite, sit."

"The Lord arranged for the slave to send someone close to him." Anshun said, turning sideways.

Yuqin took a small step forward and bent his knees to bless his body: "Song Yuqin, an old slave, will wait on his master. If the master doesn't dislike it, just call me mother song. "

"Mother song is free." Wen Ruolan said and looked at Anshun: "go back and tell the Lord that there's nothing wrong here. There's no need to be distracted."

"Yes, the old slave left." Anshun will go back to his life.

Here, song's mother-in-law stood behind Wen Ruolan, saying nothing more.

Wen Ruolan tensed for a while and got up: "since it's Wang Ye who asked song's mother to come here, naturally, she also needs to bring some words?"

"The Lord told me to let old slave Haosheng serve the master. There was no extra order." Mrs. song bowed her head and replied respectfully.

Wen Ruolan got up: "in this case, eight Liang."

Eight Liang came quickly: "miss."

"Take mother song to accompany my mother to arrange the dowry. I'm tired and want to rest." Wen Ruolan said and walked out.

Mother song's face changed slightly, and she was not easy to attack. She could only keep up with her two steps: "master, the wedding is coming. Some rules still need to be learned."

Wen Ruolan: rules

"Yes, between husband's and wife's beds, the size of the royal family's back house is appropriate. The master should learn all kinds of rules and regulations in the palace, so that he will not be wronged when he gets them. It's no harm for the master to blame him. It's a crime to embarrass him." Song said, reaching over to support Wen Ruolan.

Eight Liang quickly first step to support their own miss, a bit of vigilance staring at Mrs. song.

Song's mother-in-law grinned and stepped back.

"Well, let's talk about what to learn." Wen Ruolan just wanted to try out what kind of spirit she was, so she turned back and sat down.

Song's mother-in-law taught Wen Ruolan from walking, sitting and lying, and said all kinds of rules in the palace. Finally, she asked tentatively, "have you ever learned those things about the night of the master's wedding?"

Wen Ruolan with tea cup drooping eyes: "learned."

"Oh, I don't want to say much about it. On the wedding day, I want to be with my master. I can take care of anything." Song said and looked at eight Liang: "eight Liang girl, how about going to help the housewife with her old body to take care of the dowry?"

Eight Liang look at Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan nodded.

Looking at the two people out, Wen Ruolan put down the tea cup and got up to go back to the room.

Warm as spring in the room, he felt lazy when he was not comfortable. He went to the bedside and closed his eyes.

The footstep sound is very light, Wen Ruolan eyes didn't open, voice: "how come again? Don't you have any business to do? "

Dongfang Yi sat by the bed: "how about Mrs. song?"

Wen Ruolan raised his eyelids and gave him a white look: "I just sent it. How do you like me? Didn't you pick it up? You know better than I do, don't you

Dongfang Yi raises his hand to rub Wen Ruolan's face. Wen Ruolan turns away and mumbles, "that's a lot of rules. It's really annoying."

"It's dereliction of duty if she doesn't teach. You can't learn, but you can't know. Don't be angry. Yunluo wrote you a letter." Dongfang Yi takes a letter out of his sleeve and shakes it in front of Wen Ruolan: "it's really mysterious. Even the king can't open it."

Wen Ruolan snatched it: "it's illegal to read other people's letters privately."

"Illegal? Whose law has been violated? " Dongfang Yi leaned over, his eyes full of exploration and banter.

Wen Ruolan quickly reached out and pushed away his face: "my law."

I got up and opened Yunluo's letter. After reading it carefully, my face was almost like a steamed bun, and my eyes were freezing. "Hey, do you know what happened to Yunluo now?"

"Well?" Dongfang Yi picks her eyebrows.

"I ask you, you should know? Before you, whose daughter did the prince marry? " Wen Ruolan looks at Dongfang Yi seriously.

Dongfang Yi frowned: "is it..."

"The Duke of an would rather be far away