The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Yaolu has a special room for Wen Ruolan to rest, with complete beds and several sets of similar clothes.

Wen Ruolan changed into a Guizi green, chest level ruijinru skirt with a white mask, came to the consulting room and sat on the stool he most often sat on. Next to him, he took the pen and ink and wrote the prescription on the paper.

As usual, Dongfang Yi is still sitting under the tea tree, holding a volume of scriptures, stewing hot water on the red clay stove with a tea cup beside him.

In the morning, yaolu made Wen Ruolan fidgety. From the first day, she has never been so quiet. Even Du Ruo didn't come.

It is reasonable to say that the great monk should take him to Longhe to practice medicine. He should come and say goodbye to himself. At least he should take some herbs, but there is nothing.

I put down my pen and looked at the door. I found that the door was open on weekdays, but it is closed today.

He got up and went out of the room. When he came to the door, he would take off the bolt.

"Do you want others to know that you are not dead?"

Dongfang Yi's voice came faintly. Without any emotion, Wen Ruolan felt depressed and turned around: "do you mean I'm going to cheat death?"

"At least we'll have to wait until we find out." Dongfang Yi leisurely picked a few pieces of tea and put them in the tea cup. After cleaning, he put them directly into the small pot stewed on the tea stove.

Wen Ruolan hesitated for a moment, came and sat opposite: "Master Yu, thank you for saving me."

Dongfang Yi raised her eyelids and gave her a look. She raised her eyebrows and said, "how can I thank you?"

Wen Ruolan was asked unprepared, reluctantly raised his lips: "have you seen the Yugong of the tea classic? Do you all want to pick and drink tea like this? "

"You?" Dongfang Yi's voice is slightly provocative, with some exploration.

Wen Ruolan got goose bumps on his back and immediately nodded: "of course, our daughter's family doesn't love tea very much. Besides, it's all for the rich."

"Oh." Dongfang Yi picked up two tea cups and put them in place. He poured the tea from the pot. The fragrance of the tea overflowed.

A gust of cool wind blows, and Wen Ruolan looks up at the sky. Du Ruo says that in the rainy season, Longhe River is inundated, so she should prepare more herbal prescriptions, and it's better to prepare some pills.

"Tea."

Dongfang Yi's voice interrupted Wen Ruolan's thought very untimely and drew back his eyes: "help me cook the medicine."

The hand holding the cup shakes, and Dongfang Yi looks up at her.

Wen Ruolan raised his hand, took it off to cover his face, and held the tea cup: "there will be plague after the flood. Since young master Yu won't let me see the villagers around, he will cook medicine. We can just use this time to make some pills. If Du Ruo comes back and distributes them, maybe he can save many people."

"Are you so willing to save people?" Dongfang Yi stands up with both hands on his back and looks at the gloomy sky in the distance. This year, after the flood of Longhe River, the plague is rampant, but this is not a problem for a woman to consider.

Wen Ruolan held her cheek in one hand and sighed softly: "I can't wait to die that day. What can I do if I don't have the medical skills to save people?"

"Too many people like to kill people." Dongfang Yi looks back: "how many can you save?"

Wen Ruolan curled his lips: "saving one life is better than building a seven level putu. Where do you see the Buddhist scriptures?"

Dongfang Yi: "I'm sorry."

"Well, it's a deal, but I still want to go back to Wenjia village. My parents will worry about me." Wen Ruolan also hopes to find out who is going to set fire to herself or to Furong. This person is either the man with Furong or the woman of that man. No matter who it is, people in wenjiacun are not good people.

"No, I've asked guru Buzhou to tell your parents that you're going to practice medicine in Longhe." Dongfang Yi pauses: "don't want to leave yaolu. Since you're boiling medicine, you'll go to make it."

Wen Ruolan is very happy and confused. She really wants to go to Longhe to save people. At the same time, she also wants to find a place for her family. Yaolu is a great monk. What should she do if they want to go back? The thought of going back to live with the people in Wenjia village made me feel uncomfortable.

However, this man did not let himself leave the medicine house. It's true.

She didn't know that the plague almost swept the whole Yan kingdom. Dongfang Yi didn't want her to die.

In the pharmacy, Wen Ruolan tossed out a lot of herbs, took out a pen and paper, wrote down the name and the amount used, put a small copper scale on the ground, found a cushion and sat on the ground.

"Go and get me some papyrus." Wen Ruolan shouts to Dongfang Yi sitting under the tea tree.

Dongfang Yi gets up and delivers a pile of straw paper.

"Can you chop wood?" Wen Ruolan asked him with a smile, which was quite flattering.

Dongfang Yi turns around and goes to the wood room. He has an axe in his hand. It's moving like clouds and flowing water. It's clear that chopping wood is a rough job, but it's a bit of an eye-catching beauty.

Wen Ruolan snorted, bowed his head and carefully prepared the medicine. The medicine was put in the bamboo basket package by package. The time in the afternoon passed like this. At this time, a thunder came without warning. Wen Ruolan held his head subconsciously, and his face turned white.

The bamboo basket beside him is carried up. Dongfang Yi looks down at the top of Wen Ruolan's head and frowns: "go into the house. It's going to rain."

Wen Ruolan got up and trotted away, ignoring everything.

Dongfang Yiwei shakes his head invisibly and pours all these things into the room.

The raindrop was big and urgent, and it hit the ground, causing a white mist on the bluestone slab.

Wen Ruolan sat on the stool with drooping eyes, remembering that when he was a child, every time in thunderstorm weather, his grandfather would sit next to her, with one hand pressing her quilt corner, while talking to her, telling stories, thinking about the water mist in his eyes. After many years of walking, he lost himself in that world. I don't know if there are medicinal materials in the reclaimed land.

Dongfang Yi casually looks up and just sees a tear fall on Wen Ruolan's lapel. When she takes back her eyes, there are some complicated emotions in her eyes.

After closing the window, they were busy cooking medicine. In the back kitchen, they set up the small stoves. The place was spacious enough.

Two people busy, in addition to lit firewood has crackling sound, very quiet.

Wen Ruolan sat by with her knees in her arms, looking at the medicine stove and clearing her throat: "can you do anything?"

"Well." Dongfang Yi puts the firewood aside and picks up the Scriptures. Looking at the words on the scriptures can help him calm down his painful feelings.

"I don't know if the imperial court will provide relief." Wen Ruolan said again without saying anything, but also with a sense of trial. After all, this man's father must be holding the right hand.

Dongfang Yi raises her eyelids to look at the hope expression on her face. A touch of pain flashed in her eyes. At this time of last life, she was already in southern Xinjiang. The only news she got later was that Longhe River was suffering from floating corpses everywhere, plague was rampant, and the imperial court didn't seem to provide relief. He didn't care about it until he died at the foot of Qishan five years later.

"What kind of country is Yan? What was the emperor like? " Wen Ruolan said to himself and picked up a package of herbs: "I'll go to the place where the emperor lives later."

With a shake of his hand, Dongfang Yi put down the Scriptures: "make a good medicine!"

Don't give Wen Ruolan the chance to speak, people have gone out, outside the rain is still big and urgent, and he seems to feel like, Wen Ruolan standing at the door looking at his back, suddenly feel this person is very poor.

poor? Wen Ruolan shook his head and grinned bitterly. How could it be?