The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan wipes the sweat on her forehead. Looking at Dongfang Yi lying on the carriage, she can't help laughing.

Yes, that's right!

This man is in her hands. She is very happy!

"DORO, read me that letter." Wen Ruolan lifts the curtain and sits beside Du Ruo, regardless of Dongfang Yi.

Dongfang Yi opens her eyes and listens to the young man's clear voice.

"Miss Yao'er."

Du ruogang read four words and widened his eyes: "sister, it's for you."

Wen Ruolan did not expect to write to himself: "well, read."

"My son is suffering from a bad disease, and the medicine stone is useless. I heard that girl Yao'er is good at medicine, and she has traveled thousands of miles to send my son for medical treatment. I will be grateful in the future."

Du Ruolan finished reading. Look at Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan heard a confused: "no?"

Du Ruo nodded: "no more."

"Leave people by the side of the road and tell me how to thank them again? Do you believe it, DORO? " Wen Ruolan's mouth curled.

Du Ruo laughed: "elder sister, that person is very handsome, a talent."

"Fight." Wen Ruolan's face was cold.

In the carriage, when Dongfang Yi hears the words in the letter, his plain eyes are gradually stained with pain. The pain is like a maggot of tarsal bone, which he can hardly bear.

In the last life, my father also took great pains for his illness.

In this life, he even asked for help for his illness, the king of a country!

But how did his father know that Dongfang Yi was not the one who was suffering from the disease. He came back from the dead and must change the ending!

With the curtain lifted, Wen Ruolan sits next to Dongfang Yi and reaches out to feel his pulse.

Dongfang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. He was very curious about the sacredness of Yao'er girl. He could make his father make such a big decision to risk sending him out of Yandu.

The white gauze covers the face, and a green silk is simply tied behind the head. The eyebrows are like the moon, and the eyes are like the ink lotus. How can you see it, there is a feeling of deja vu, but where have you seen it?

Dongfang Yi carefully recalled that there was no woman named Yao'er in the last life, so to speak.

"It's your bad luck. It will fall into my hands one day. Hum!" Wen Ruolan tries her pulse, takes back her hand and sits by. She looks at Dongfang Yi. What is she afraid of? There are innumerable ways to make him "sick" all the time.

Dongfang Yi suddenly jumps out of her head, raises her hand and tears off Wen Ruolan's veil.

Wen Ruolan's eyes are widened in surprise, and Dongfang Yi's eyes are also widened. Both of them are stunned.

"It's you?" Dongfang Yi blurts out.

Wen Ruolan calmed down and hugged him: "yes! It's me

Dongfang Yi has a black line on his head. He throws away his veil and is about to get off the bus.

Wen Ruolan said leisurely: "if you leave, your father will die in a hurry. It's really unfilial. How can you pretend to be sick and cheat your father?"

Dongfang Yi reached out and pinched her slender neck: "more words, I'll break your neck!"

"Screw it, the one who killed me is your father." Wen Ruolan didn't care, even raised his chin.

"No way!" Dongfang Yi's eyes darkened.

Wen Ruolan raised his hand and stabbed Dongfang Yi's acupoints directly. Suddenly, one arm was numb.

He clapped his hands: "kill me? You're a little too young. " Wen Ruolan looks at Dongfang Yi, whose face turns black, and picks an eyebrow: "is your family rich? Your father must be a rich man. "

Dongfang Yi secretly uses his internal power to attack acupoints. He is invincible to all kinds of poisons, but it's not that King Kong is not bad. But when he meets this disaster star, the silver needle is superb, and he is on his own.

"Although you are very annoying, I can see that your father loves you very much. He is afraid that you will be killed and sent out. It's not true to treat you. Is it true to let you hide? Unless your father doesn't know you lied to him! " Wen Ruolan admired his imagination, and even nodded his head: "if it's true, you killed me or you ran away, do you think the saddest thing is your father?"

Dongfang Yi looks up at Wen Ruolan. He has to admit that what Wen Ruolan said is right.

Wen Ruolan looked up and down at Dongfang Yi, and her eyes narrowed with cunning: "Hey, confirm your identity. Are you the prince?"

"No Dongfang Yi's answer is straightforward.

Wen Ruolan also thinks that he shouldn't be the prince. If he was the prince, he would have been caught by the great monk or the eunuch in the palace. Besides, the great prince can't be thrown on the side of the road, can he?

"Then who is your father? The rich man may not be accurate. He should be an official." Wen Ruolan stares at Dongfang Yi: "right?"

"How do you know?" Dongfang Yi looks at her with an eyebrow. She is smart and a little self righteous. Wen Ruolan makes him feel very interesting, especially when he tears off his sleeve. His poor appearance is still fresh in his memory.

Wen Ruolan sighed and hugged his knee bitterly, with a sad face: "I was calculated by the big monk and the old eunuch."

"Count you?" Dongfang Yi looks up and down at Wen Ruolan for several times and smiles: "are you worth being calculated?"

Wen Ruolan glanced at Dongfang Yi: "is it the standard to measure a thing? The big monk asked me to prescribe medicine, and the big eunuch tested my medical skills. Then you were left by the side of the road with your father's letter. Isn't it a coincidence? "

Don't give Dongfang Yi a chance to talk, because he is angry and his little face turns red: "there's more! The Royal medicine garden is open to the common people. It must be because of you! Isn't that counting me? If I don't give you medicine, the great monk won't agree, and the great eunuch won't agree. I will be charged with stealing national herbal medicine. It's easy for me to die a hundred times, you disaster star! "

Wen Ruolan's face sank, and the silver needle in his hand pointed to Dongfang Yi's nose: "how old is your father?"

Dongfang Yi is attracted by her analytical ability and rich expression. Her eyes slowly fall on the silver needle and lazily lean on the soft couch and close her eyes.

He didn't expect that his father would take such a lot of trouble for his illness. He didn't expect that the national teacher and Weng Chong were involved in it. He even thought that the prince's forcing to the palace must have something to do with him. Did his father want to dethrone the prince and cause his death?

A sudden headache.

"What bad luck I am! They say I'm a disaster, you are! You are my disaster Wen Ruolan was so sad that he sat down and muttered: "I've offended the rich man, the son of others, the county magistrate, and almost killed my family. Now I'm fine. I didn't do anything, but I've offended a father who doesn't know what kind of person. What's the end of my life? It's like playing with me. It seems that I will be killed sooner or later. "

Dongfang Yi opens his eyes with a headache and frowns at Wen Ruolan with a small mouth like a resentful wife: "I'll stay for a few months, and I won't make trouble for you."

"If you don't get in trouble, you won't be in trouble? What if your father comes all of a sudden? " Wen Ruolan wants to cry without tears. She finds that she is really a disaster prone physique.

Dongfang Yi suddenly gets up, grabs her and covers her mouth. He lowers his head to her ear and warns, "don't croak! I have a way to make you worry free

Wen Ruolan forced his eyes to look at him, to see his forehead Qingjin up, mouth bit his finger.

Dongfang Yi is surprised.

Before Wen Ruolan could speak, the carriage stopped. Du Ruo lifted the curtain: "sister, here we are."

Stuttering Du Ruofei quickly put down the curtain and rubbed his eyes. What did he see just now?