The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Dongfang Yi opens the cupboard, reaches out his hand and takes out the stove from the top lattice. His eyes slightly pause, turns around and looks innocently at Wen Ruolan: "what's the matter? Here's the stove. "

Wen Ruolan "...!"

I pray in my heart that this man didn't see it, he must not.

"Isn't Silver Charcoal in the cupboard? It's dangerous. " Dongfang Yi says, turning around and going to the cupboard again.

Wen Ruolan almost jumped out of bed and closed the cupboard door with a serious face: "no! Not here! "

Dongfang Yi looks at her with a smile at the bottom of his eyes. He just looks at her and doesn't say anything. But the smile on the corner of his mouth is getting deeper and deeper. This makes Wen Ruolan lose sight of him and pushes him away: "don't look! Carbon is, is... "

Looking around, he saw the box on the short table next to him. He raised his finger and said, "there it is."

"Well." Dongfang Yi looks down at her barefoot standing on the ground, white as jade feet, and each toe is mellow and lovely. Holding someone up with one hand is like holding a child: "it's so cold on the ground, go to bed and wait for me."

Wen Ruolan's face was red and his ears were red. He put himself on the bed and immediately pulled over the quilt to cover himself. The whole person was like a boiled shrimp, which was uncomfortable.

Dongfang Yi orders the Silver Charcoal slowly. When the stove is warm, she takes it and puts it beside Wen Ruolan. Leaning on the side of the bed, she looks at her cramped appearance and says with a bit of banter: "last night, two tutors were sent to the palace."

"Oh." Wen Ruolan leans in.

"Song's mother-in-law is the one around her. She should be safe. She's really quick. She'll teach you that so soon." Dongfang Yi said and rubbed Wen Ruolan's hair: "as for me, my luck is worse. Mrs. Zhang was sent by the Empress Dowager and directly brought the beauty of Yimei garden to teach me."

"Ah?" Wen Ruolan's eyes widened like a kitten trampled on its tail: "actual combat?"

"Well?" Dongfang Yi's epilogue provokes him to look at Wen Ruolan with a smile: "do you hope?"

"The devil hopes." Wen Ruolan doesn't open her face and grind her teeth. This little action makes Dongfang Yi itch in her heart. She leans over to her ear and says, "so, in actual combat, please ask Princess Rui to fight in person."

Looking at her ears all red, Dongfang Yi chuckles.

"Ruolan."

Wen Ruolan has skin bumps on his back. The name comes out of Dongfang Yi's mouth. It's like two words on the tip of his tongue. They are all hot. He can only hide. His voice is very small: "HMM."

"Why don't you live in the palace in four days." Dongfang Yi reached out and held her small hand ring in her palm, and gently rubbed it with his thumb: "well, I don't want to be forced to see the two women every night."

"Every night?" Wen Ruolan is really not calm, his eyes are a bit cloudy: "I'll go tonight!"

"Well, I'll pick you up tonight." Dongfang Yi was so eager that he changed his comfortable posture a little: "I'm so tired these days. Please sleep with me for a while."

Wen Ruolan also saw that his eyes were red, and he was obviously very tired. He got up and laid his pillow and leaned in. They lay side by side on the bed.

Just a moment later, Dongfang Yi's breath became even. Wen Ruolan turned over to look at his sleeping face and stretched out his fingers to trace his facial features.

This man is really good-looking. When he first saw him, he felt like a relegated immortal. But after a long time, the pyrotechnic atmosphere on him became more and more, which made people reluctant to look away.

If in the future he is less affectionate to himself, many women will rush to him. Thinking of this, Wen Ruolan can't help sighing. How difficult it is for him to be monogamous and grow old together.

"Don't worry, I'll only marry you." Dongfang Yi doesn't move her eyelids. She pulls Wen Ruolan into her arms and pats her on the back to appease her.

"But others will put it in your hands. There are countless beauties in the world, and I will be old." Wen Ruolan leaned against his chest and could hear his steady heartbeat.

Dongfang Yi's hand pauses: "then take out your ability to control me."

"Who cares? Can I control you? " Wen Ruolan turned her lips: "now there are only two beauties in Yimei garden."

"If you have a jealous wife in your family and a reputation, you are not afraid that someone will dare to take risks." Dongfang Yi raised his eyelids slightly: "it depends on whether you are strong enough."

"Cut." Wen Ruolan poked him in the chest: "I'm afraid you'll be flirting with others. But, Dongfang Yi, we have to tell you that if our love turns weak one day, we don't want to hurt each other. You just need to give me a letter of divorce from now on."

"Good." Dongfang Yi agrees.

Wen Ruolan was lost for no reason in her heart. She squinted: "if I'm not interested in you, I'll give you a letter of divorce."

"Oh, good." Dongfang Yi said, turning over and encircling the whole person in her arms. She can do whatever she wants. As for the divorce? Don't even think about it.

Outside the door, song's mother-in-law and Ba Liang just arrived at the door, and Ba Liang was about to enter. Song's mother-in-law grabbed her: "wait a minute, girl Ba Liang."

"What's the matter?" Eight Liang looked back at her.

Song pointed to a sachet hanging on the door handle: "the Lord is here."

Eight Liang's little face turned white. He quickly stepped back two steps and looked at Mrs. song gratefully: "mother song, you are really careful."

"There are so many people who are waiting on the master. There's no need to worry about the girl. I will teach you well and protect our master together." Song said and patted eight Liang's arm lovingly.

Ba Liang nodded, took Mrs. song to the next room, took out the bamboo basket and began to make tiger shoes.

Seeing that Ba Liang was doing it seriously, Mrs. song also took silk thread to help.

"The master said that his mother had taught him. Do you know what they taught?" Asked Mrs. song.

Ba Liang stopped the needle in his hand, thought for a long time, and shook his head: "I don't know, miss can't say everything to me."

"So it is." Song's mother-in-law is also worried. Seeing that the big wedding is coming, she doesn't just come here to teach some rules. If she doesn't explain the bed matters clearly, the master and son will get married and make a joke, and then lose their favor. I'm afraid that everyone will have a hard time in the future.

"But don't worry, mother song. Wang Ye and our young lady are in a good relationship." At the mention of this, Ba Liang's face turned red and his eyes glowed.

After listening to Ba Liang's nagging talk about what happened on the ship all the way here, song's mother-in-law was a little relieved: "that's good. There will be more and more women in the royal family. Our master should be able to hold the back house, so that the prince will have no worries."

"The young lady is very powerful." Eight Liang haughtily raised his chin.

At this time, something came out of the door. Mrs. song and Ba Liang looked at each other, and they quickly stopped.

Wen Ruolan quietly gets out of bed, dressed neatly, turns back to help Dongfang Yi cover the quilt, and then goes out.

"Miss."

"Master."

Ba Liang and Mrs. song are waiting at the door.

Wenruolan than a silent finger, with two people went to the kitchen.

Looking at Wen Ruolan washing her hands and cooking, she couldn't help coming forward: "master, just tell her what to do, so as not to hurt her hand and make her look bad."

"It doesn't matter. He's too tired. I'll make him some tonic soup." Wen Ruolan found several herbs: "eight Liang, go and get a chicken."

Eight Liang bumped out.

Mother-in-law of song came forward and said softly, "master, mother-in-law has something to say."

"Well?" Wen Ruolan looked at her.

"This woman's body is the most delicate when she's on the moon, and the prince's blood is strong. She can't do anything beyond the limit, otherwise her body will be damaged." Song said, reaching for the medicine: "do not touch cold, master told me to do it."

Wen Ruolan wanted to hide her face and run away, but she couldn't blame song's mother-in-law. She could only whisper: "mother song is worried."

The song mother-in-law laughed: "yes, the master will be good. We servants will enjoy happiness. The master will be favored, and we will not be honored. So the master is the support of our servants."

Wen Ruolan's eyes are so deep that the people around her are not her attitude?