The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Master Bu Zhou sidestepped away.

When Dongfang Yi walks in, he stares at Wen Ruolan and doesn't move away. His eyes are hard to see.

Wen Ruolan looks up and stares at her. What are you afraid of if you have no martial arts? The great monk doesn't believe that this man dares to play roughshod with himself?

"Can the silver needle be pulled out?" Dongfang Yi speaks.

Wen Ruolan, who is holding a rack, almost laughs. She just forgot. Now she sees the silver needles on Dongfang Yi's head and one on her ankle.

Xiaolian relaxed a lot in a moment: "don't worry, you do what you should do, I will do what I should do naturally."

Dongfang Yi takes a look at master Buzhou.

Master Bu Zhou retreats immediately. It's a joke! Old people can't see young people bickering. It's time to have tea.

Dongfang Yi raises his hand and closes the door. He steps to his chair and takes a seat. Looking at Wen Ruolan, he says, "when you have a headache, you can't hear anything. You are very noisy."

Wen Ruolan's brows are twisted into a knot in one's heart. Look at him.

"I'll stay here for a while, and I won't give you any trouble. If you have any requirements, you can ask, for example, your thatched cottage needs to be repaired." Dongfang Yi doesn't look away. He can't see Wen Ruolan's money addict.

Wen Ruolan pursed the corners of her mouth so hard that she couldn't laugh. She was still silent.

After waiting for a long time, Wen Ruolan doesn't make a sound. Dongfang Yi is a little angry. She has already apologized and promised to give her the benefit in a low voice. She will take it if she doesn't feel better?

Wen Ruolan just didn't say a word. Seeing his face more and more gloomy, he didn't say a word.

"Are you not satisfied?" Dongfang Yi looks back at her with sharp eyes.

Wen Ruolan came up to him and stood opposite him, saying, "you scared me. I want to apologize."

"You Dongfang Yi is so angry that he has a toothache. He raises his hand and puts it down again. He clenches his fist: "how can I apologize?"

"Didn't you apologize?" Wen Ruolan raised his voice: "you haven't apologized. Hasn't anyone apologized to you yet? You don't have to learn. Do you know? Apologizing is a very profound knowledge, which can turn fighting into friendship. "

Dongfang Yi's nose is going to be crooked. Looking up at her triumphant appearance, she said for a long time, "if you live for a month, you'll get a hundred taels of silver, and so on."

Wen Ruolan thought for a while, the villains in his heart are crazy, the gold Lord is the gold Lord, silver hundred Liang, live in yaolu, ha ha!

"Well, since you won't be embarrassed, and you don't need to worry about your house, I'll ask you a few questions, and you have to answer me. You can't lie, if you lie..." Eyes a turn: "lying to give a hundred taels of gold, one hundred taels at a time."

"Ask Dongfang Yi's face is as deep as water.

"What's your name? I can't call you disaster, though you are my disaster." Wen Ruolan turned back and sat on the chair: "how old is your father, I can't know nothing, can I? What's more, how good are you at martial arts? Who is more powerful than monk and you? Is the eunuch and your father in a good relationship? When I don't watch you, if you run away or something, will they catch me and cut me down? Do you have any enemies? "

Dongfang Yi just laughed angrily. Looking up at her, he shook his head helplessly: "Liyu, my name."

Wen Ruolan nodded to show that he remembered.

"Father... Father is in charge of the state treasury of Yan." Dongfang Yi pauses: "so I'm not short of silver."

"Don't be decapitated." Wen Ruolan muttered.

Dongfang Yi sighed coldly: "my good friend of more than 40 years, manager Weng and my father are good friends. I can't come here. I'm just going. I have enemies, but it has nothing to do with you. I won't implicate you at all. Now come and pull out the silver needle for me!"

Wen Ruolan also knew that it was time to pull out the silver needle. He got up and said, "can you fight, monk?"

"No way." Dongfang Yi's answer is straightforward. If she wants to find a support, she can't find guru Zhou. It's better than finding Hua Wuying one day.

Wen Ruolan's request was satisfied, and he was very happy. He took the silver needle and put it into the needle bag with a light hand, and said with a pleasant face: "don't worry, young master Yu, I can give you acupuncture when you have a headache, and as long as you get the money in the medicine room, you can do it at will."

Dongfang Yi takes a deep look at her, gets up and leaves.

Wen Ruolan said after Dongfang Yi with a smile: "don't forget what you said, young master Yu."

Looking at Dongfang Yi's figure, Wen Ruolan laughs.

I was only happy for a short time. I immediately went to the medicine shelf, took out some medicinal materials and put them in one place. I went to decoct the medicine myself. I had nothing to say. I didn't have a handle. I couldn't believe these people.

Open space behind the house.

"Amitabha, the ninth Prince is so predestined with Qishan. It's so good." Master Zhou is not serious.

Dongfang Yi looks at Qishan with his back to his hands. It's fate! Last life died at the foot of Qishan, this life or at the foot of Qishan met an absolute alien! The woman in the world is as hateful as she is. I'm afraid I can't find a second one.

"Just call me Mr. Yu later."

"Yes, I do." Master Bu Zhou nodded slightly.

Dongfang Yi takes back his eyes and looks at master Buzhou. A touch of banter flashed across his eyes: "Zhou is different. How are you

"I'm leaving." Master Bu Zhou turned around and left quickly, which made him run away.

Dongfang Yi hooks his lips and turns back to yaolu.

There is a quiet room behind the medicine house, with a bed, a table and a chair.

Dongfang Yi sits on the bed with his knees crossed. He looks down like an old monk. He is lost in thought. The sound of conversation outside is clear and sweet to the ear.

"Why haven't you gone yet?" Wen Ruolan saw Du Ruo and immediately frowned.

Du Ruo came over and tangled his hands together: "elder sister, the master has no longer wanted me. It's wrong for me to offend my elder sister. I'll be expelled from the school and die on my own."

Wen Ruolan was shocked and looked at Du ruo's tears around his eyes. He felt guilty immediately: "is that really what the great monk said?"

Du Ruo nodded and tears fell down. He raised his hand and rubbed it with his sleeve: "sister, I think it's OK. I'll go to learn martial arts. I'll come back after I've learned all my skills. I'll protect my sister and won't be bullied again. I'm sorry, sister

Wen Ruolan glared at him: "what nonsense? Who is going to make medicine after you leave? I have to see a doctor and cook medicine. Can I help you? Besides, I was angry and bullied just now. Now I don't blame you if I'm not angry. "

"I want to learn martial arts." Duro bit his lip: "protect my sister."

"All right." Wen Ruolan shaved the tip of Du ruo's nose: "learning martial arts is at most a martial arts man. What's the use? You follow me to learn medicine. Do you see the medicine my sister is boiling? When that boy drinks these drugs, he will be sure to be like a soft footed shrimp. What are you afraid of him doing? "

"Really?" Du Ruo was both surprised and happy.

Wen Ruolan picked his eyebrows triumphantly: "of course, didn't he come to see a doctor? It depends on how my sister made him "incurable for a long time."

In the quiet room, Dongfang Yi raises her eyes. Her eyes are so deep that people can't see any emotion. It takes a long time for her to hook her lips and smile.