The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Xu Yifeng said in a deep voice, "don't you hear me?"

The housekeeper immediately took several servants and stopped the man carrying the pig cage.

Here, Xu Yifeng has come to Wen Ruolan. Looking at these villains, he grins: "don't you let go? Do you want to go to yamen for a lawsuit

These village women have no idea for a while, but they find that Ding lanrong doesn't know when she's gone.

Wen Ruolan regained her freedom and ran to Furong regardless of her image. Can she be saved? Is there anything else to save? Wen Ruolan's eyes stare at the dilapidated Hibiscus in the pig cage. As soon as she slips, she almost falls down, and a hand reaches out to help her.

Dongfang Yi is just passing by. When he comes down from Qishan, he sees the noisy village and thinks it's the Wen family again.

Wen Ruolan stood firm and looked up at Dongfang Yi: "let go of your hand!"

Dongfang Yi frowns slightly, releases her hand, and sees her run to the pig cage. The smell is very pungent, not to mention a daughter's house, even he avoids it.

Wen Ruolan released the rope and said to Furong across the pig cage: "hold on, I will save you. You're all right. You're safe. "

"Furong, what's wrong with you? Can you tell me?" Wen Ruolan looked at Furong's closed eyes. She was very anxious. The more anxious she was, the worse her hand was. She didn't untie the rope for a long time.

A dagger to the front, Wen Ruolan didn't want to grab it, three five divided by two cut the rope, reached out to hold the lotus out.

"You can't hold it." Dongfang Yi reaches for her and pulls her to the side. He says in a deep voice, "lift the people out!"

Housekeeper is not a fool, this man is noble, after all, can't offend, let the two servants carry lotus out from inside, directly on the ground.

Wen Ruolan was shocked by everything in front of her. The bloody woman was lying on the ground in tattered condition. There were some rotten vegetable leaves in her hair. She smelled bad all over her body. She was so cruel. It was a joke to cherish the same kind.

Take out the silver needle, let Hibiscus stabilize this tone, give her try pulse, although weak but not to die, this is more or less to let her calm.

Dongfang Yi handed up the porcelain vase and said, "I will continue my life."

Wen Ruolan didn't refuse either. Then she poured a grain into Furong's mouth and picked up the vegetable leaves on her face and hair with her hand: "Furong, people live for themselves. Don't give up your life. I'll save you."

Wen Ruolan's voice was very light. She was relieved to see the eyes rolling in Furong's eyelids.

Originally to take home, Dongfang Yi asks her to send people to the empty house where Hua Wuying used to live. After all, Wen Ruolan's home is too small.

In the thatched cottage, Wen Ruolan wiped Furong's body with hot water, and then brought her clean clothes to put on. Although it didn't fit her very well, she was able to cover her body and choose herbs to make medicine. It was dark. She came into the room with a medicine bowl, and Furong had opened her eyes.

She was staring at the roof, pale as paper, as if the whole person had been taken away, angry.

"Drink the medicine. You'll have to save your life in the first place." Wen Ruolan is sitting beside the bed with the medicine. As for what happened to Furong, she has known for a long time that she is pregnant. It's not a small matter that a widow is pregnant.

Hibiscus moved her eyes and looked at Wen Ruolan: "I'm not afraid of death."

"Why die? Even if you're pregnant, it's a matter of two people, isn't it? What about the man? " Wen Ruolan cold face, staring at her: "silly ventilation, that's what you said!"

Hibiscus reached out and touched the position of her abdomen, and her tears rolled down.

"After taking the medicine, you can sleep well. No matter what others say, how do you want to live your own life and what's the relationship with others?" Wen Ruolan said, took the medicine to Furong's mouth, and fed her one by one.

Two women, a dim oil lamp, no more sound.

After taking the medicine, Furong closed her eyes and didn't know whether she was really asleep or not. Wen Ruolan left the room and saw Xu Yifeng standing by the carriage. She walked over and said, "thank you."

"Nothing." Xu Yifeng lifted up the curtain: "get on the bus and sit for a while. I prepared some food."

"Good." Wen Ruolan stepped on the stool and got into Xu Yifeng's carriage. Not far away, Dongfang Yi, who was carrying a pheasant, stopped, raised his hand, threw the pheasant and turned away.

In the carriage, Wen Ruolan drank a large cup of hot tea and ate several pieces of snacks impolitely. Then he wiped the corner of his mouth: "reach out."

Xu Yifeng's eyes are full of love: "don't worry, have a rest. You're tired enough."

"Thank you for today." Wen Ruolan poured a glass of water for himself, sipping it. In his mind, the village women were still fierce, with a heavy heart like a big stone.

Xu Yifeng didn't know what to say. He could only watch her drink a glass of water and then pour water for her with a teapot: "in fact, this kind of thing is no wonder to those people."

Wen Ruolan raised her eyes and looked at Xu Yifeng. By the way, this is ancient times. In this world, women are still men's accessories. Under the condition that men are superior to women, a widow who does not abide by women's principles is a happy thing even if she is immersed in a pig cage.

On the contrary, she became an alien. Oh, it's so sour.

I'm a widow, too Wen Ruolan said a little angrily, reached out and grasped Xu Yifeng's wrist: "if you are completely good, you will disappear in wenjiacun forever. I don't want to be" worthy of death. "

Xu Yifeng's eyes flashed, and her eyes fell on her hand pressing her wrist. If only she could take her away?

Pulse stable, the body has fully recovered, Wen Ruolan back: "good health, to honor the promise, your father later don't trouble our family."

"That's nature." Xu Yifeng is the only child in his family, which can be done.

"Go back and never see you again." Wen Ruolan got up to get off.

Xu Yifeng raised his hand and grasped her sleeve: "Ruolan, wenzhuangsi, I've already said hello. I won't embarrass Furong. Either you or you follow me."

Wen Ruolan looked back at him. How reliable is the teenager's saying this? Her extremely mature soul all helpless smile.

"Mr. Xu, you and I don't even have to be friends. I have a plan to save you. If you are well, you will not die. There is a way that medicine can't kill you. Buddha has a destiny. Do you understand?"

Xu Yifeng watched as she got out of the carriage, holding her hand for a long time before leaning on the soft couch.

"Young master."

The housekeeper heard it clearly outside the car and had to give a voice to remind him.

Xu Yifeng looked at the dim sum she had just eaten on the table, and there was a special herb flavor in the air. He pursed the corner of her lip: "order to go down, wenjiacun, wenruolan's house deed has been changed, and materials are prepared to build the house."