The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan's small face is cold, looking at Xu Yifeng who bares his teeth and glares: "if you talk too much, I'll make you hurt to death!"

Xu Yifeng's back is trembling with sweat. Looking at Wen Ruolan, he wants to cry: "you like him."

Wen Ruolan's silver needle fell again.

"It hurts!" Xu Yifeng screamed heartbroken, immediately got up and retreated to the corner of the carriage, looking at Wen Ruolan with panic in his eyes.

"I know you're smart, and I admire your intelligence, but I'm just not used to you showing off your intelligence in front of me. How dare I say that again?" Wen Ruolan was holding a silver needle in her hand and her eyes were shining.

Xu Yifeng shook his head hard, desperately, and almost shed tears.

"Come here! Get down Wen Ruolan pointed to the soft couch.

Xu Yifeng shivered in the past and covered his face with two hands when he was lying down.

Wen Ruolan mouth with a smile, the heart is more bitter, like to spend shadowless? She was not sure, but she was very reluctant to let him go.

After thinking for a whole day, the only person who can bring in a eunuch is Hua Wuyi. After weighing the pros and cons, she doesn't dare to leave Hua Wuyi around any more.

The next morning, Wen Ruolan didn't see any fresh herbs. Disappointed, he looked at the door. He really left.

For three days in a row, Wen Ruolan knew that Hua Wuying would not come again. She went up the mountain lonely with her basket. Collecting herbs is the best way to escape. She can't let others see her appearance, especially Xu Yifeng, who is a human being.

In Qishan, Wen Ruolan sat on a big stone and looked at the butterflies flying among the flowers. He couldn't help laughing when he thought of seeing the flowers for the first time.

When she meets him in a strange world, it's her own luck and his blessing. Otherwise, she doesn't know how long Hua Wuying's broken body can last.

Think of the voice of flower shadowless charm, ears root red circle.

"Like a little, not love, such a character is not their own love." Wen Ruolan stood up and patted the soil on her body. She figured it out and was relaxed.

"Amitabha!"

With the sound of a distant Buddha's name, Wen Ruolan immediately stopped and saw a monk lying in the grass.

Master Bu Zhou put one hand on his chest: "benefactor, help."

In a second, Wen Ruolan thought that the great monk would be enigmatic. Who knows that opening his mouth is actually life-saving.

He ran over with a basket and almost jumped up in fright. He wrapped a cobra on the big monk's leg, which was as thick as his big finger.

The big monk's lips are blue, and he can't care to look around for antidote herbs.

There must be an antidote within seven steps of snake infestation. When finding Dongfeng cuisine, Wen Ruolan firmly believes that this sentence is right.

Dongfeng vegetable is the most direct and effective way to control snake venom. Put the herbs aside, took out the dagger and looked at the snake with shaking hands.

"It's dead, benefactor. Don't be afraid." Master Bu Zhou said, reached out and pulled down the dead snake and threw it aside.

Wen Ruolan pursed her lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She used a dagger to cut open the cloth and looked at the black and purple blood seeping out of it. She bent her head and bit the wound. She squeezed her mouth to suck it. A mouthful of black blood was sucked out and vomited to one side.

In master Zhou's eyes, there is a color of appreciation.

Until the blood turned red, Wen Ruolan stopped, wiped the sweat on his forehead, took Dongfeng vegetables, put them into his mouth, chewed them into juice foam, and pasted them carefully on the wound.

After dressing, Wen Ruolan sat beside him and took out a water bag from the basket to gargle.

"It's a Bodhisattva's heart. I'm very grateful." Master Bu Zhou crossed his knees to do a good job. He recuperated his breath and found that the snake venom was gone. The color of appreciation was even heavier.

"Big monk, there are few people in the mountain. You'd better go down the mountain quickly, so that you won't meet the beast again. I can't save you." Wen Ruolan saw that he was OK and got up to leave.

If you don't master Zhou, where will you let me? I made such a big decision to create opportunities.

"Benefactor, hold on."

Wen Ruolan looked back: "anything else?"

"Qishan is a royal medicine garden. It's a disaster for benefactor to collect medicine." When master Bu Zhou saw that her face was white, he was secretly pleased.

Wen Ruolan blinked his eyes and came to squat in front of the monk: "do you see me?"

"I see it." Master Bu Zhou answered truthfully.

Wen Ruolan shook his head and said eagerly, "do you see me?"

Master Bu Zhou was stunned and put his hands together: "monks don't lie. I see that."

"Oh, you are a monk. I saved you, didn't I?" Wen Ruolan was really worried and pointed to a pool of black blood on the ground: "look, if I didn't save you, you might be dead."

"I know." Master Bu Zhou looked at Wen Ruolan: "benefactor, did you let me lie?"

"It's not a lie! It's accommodation. If you don't see me, no one will know that I go to the mountain to collect medicine. No, I steal medicine. If I don't see you, I won't save you. Shall we write it off? " Wen Ruolan's big eyes are full of hope.

"Ha ha..." Master Bu Zhou laughs. He has been devoting himself to practice for so many years, thinking that he would not move as much as a mountain. However, looking at Wen Ruolan's artful appearance, he can't help laughing.

Wen Ruolan stared at him with resentment.

"I am the guardian of Yaoshan. On the top of the mountain is Xiangguo Temple. The abbot of the temple is me." Master Bu Zhou's smile had not gone away. He shook his head: "benefactor, do you want me to cheat myself?"

Wen Ruolan bent down the corner of his mouth, silently pushed the basket with herbal medicine to master Buzhou, and sighed: "OK, I'll give you back the medicine. I'll save your life. You can let me down the mountain, OK?"

"Good, good." Master Bu Zhou shook his head: "the people are suffering, but I can't help guarding the mountain. If the benefactor is willing to cure the disease and save others, I can open the mountain and release the medicine."

Wen Ruolan tilted her head and blinked. She couldn't believe her ears.

"I am a monk. My original intention is to provide for all living beings. All living beings suffer from illness and pain as if they were themselves. They are very upset. The benefactor knows the medicine and has a kind heart. It's best to help the world by hanging the pot." Master Buzhou said, pointing to the herbs around him: "if you like, you can take them away at any time."

Wen Ruolan rubbed his ears to confirm that what he heard was true. He felt cold: "big monk, was it the first time I went up the mountain to collect herbs that you found out?"

"Exactly." Master Bu Zhou tells a lie. He is not red faced and serious.

"You've seen me treat people, haven't you?" Wen Ruolan straightened out his mind and asked.

"Exactly."

Wen Ruolan sighed: "three days ago, a eunuch came to see my pulse. Is it because of this medicinal mountain?"

Master Bu Zhou nodded: "therefore, benefactor should help the world, glorify the royal family, and seek benefits for the common people

"But I'm a widow." Wen Ruolan was very happy. She felt like she was in the middle of her heart. But her little mouth was pursed into a line, and her words were a bit helpless: "do you think I would be scolded for coming out with flowers if I hung the pot to help the world?"

"This..." Master Bu Zhou really didn't find out that this little girl's talks about terms are so tight.