The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Liu Yuanshan got up in a bit of a dilemma, hesitated for a moment, and went out with him.

Wen Ruolan didn't move, watching them all go away, slowly leaning on the back of the chair. These days, she always feels depressed. If it wasn't for the marriage of eight Liang, she would not even speak. The inexplicable depression makes her feel at a loss.

Ruirui has been able to sit up and have fun alone. This child is particularly interested in round things.

Time flies, in a twinkling of an eye, she has come to this world for a long time, married and had children, and then a person with children wandering, in the final analysis, her heart still feel lonely, in this strange world, she seems to have countless relatives around, but her heart is empty, as she used to have been alone, still so.

When she got up and went to the window, a heavy snow whitened everything. Even though it had been clear for a few days, the snow did not melt at all. It was like her mood. Should Dongfang Yi not be blamed? But there is no way to forgive, bitter smile, perhaps this outcome is the best, he is sitting on the dayanjiangshan, his own peace, do not have to worry about infighting in the harem, let alone to flatter the queen of that bastard, he is an ordinary person, guarding Ruirui Rui life is also very good.

I don't know how many times I've tried to persuade myself. Only in this way can I stop worrying about the war and whether he can have a smooth life. After all, people in the two worlds have nothing to do with each other since then.

"Selfish, perhaps." Wen Ruolan turns around and goes back to ruiruirui. She is selfish and can't tolerate sharing a man with other women or even a large group of women. She doesn't want her son to fall into a fight for power and can't extricate herself. Success or failure will be bloody. As a modern person, she knows that history is like a wheel, To fight hard will eventually turn into dust in the long river of history.

"Is anyone here?"

Wen Ruolan raised her eyes and saw an old man standing outside the door, wearing thick cotton padded clothes and some timidly standing at the door.

Get up and come out: "someone."

Seeing someone coming out, the old man immediately turned around and ran. As soon as Wen Ruolan was about to turn back into the house, he heard heavy footsteps coming from behind him. When he looked up again, he saw the old man running in with a man in his arms, staggering.

"Save, save my grandson."

The young man in the old man's arms was as pale as paper, and his skinny appearance was distressing. His lips were blue with his eyes closed.

"Come on in." Wen Ruolan let the door open and let the old man carry the boy into the house.

After entering the house, the old man knelt on the ground and put down the young man in his arms as gently as possible. He looked up and said, "we escaped. We got lost. My grandson fell into the trap."

Wen Ruolan saw that the boy's leg was stained with blood. With the cold weather and ice, it was frozen into a knot in one's heart.

"Wait a minute." Wen Ruolan went into the room and took out the scissors. He half knelt down on the ground and cut open the boy's trousers with the scissors. The wound was toothed, which was obviously the scar of the iron clip used by the hunters to catch the prey.

Went back to take the powder, brought a basin of hot water, Wen Ruolan with his hands to rub the juvenile's legs, maybe too painful, clearly comatose juvenile snorted.

The old man was worried and tried to stop him, but he didn't stop him. He hugged the young man with love.

After dealing with the wound, he sprinkled the powder. Wen Ruolan found a clean cloth to tear it into strips and bandaged it for him. Then he looked up and said, "it's OK, but I'm afraid the child is starving and freezing. Send him to the Kang."

"Is this... Is this appropriate?" The old man obviously knew that there was no man in the yard, so he was a little stiff.

Wen Ruolan stood up and said, "this is the medicine house. It's a place to cure and save people. What's wrong with it?" After that, he went out and cooked sticky rice porridge in the kitchen. In the morning, the pancakes were also hot. He took out some salted fish and put them on the plate.

By the time she came in with the food and drink, the boy was awake and his face was better.

The old man looked at Wen Ruolan gratefully. He took out a cloth bag from his arms and opened it layer by layer. Inside, there were several pieces of silver: "are these enough?"

"It won't work. Eat something while it's hot." Wen Ruolan puts things down and goes to the inner room to see Ruirui. As a result, the boy falls asleep on the pillow.

He came in and covered him with a quilt. Then he came out again. Seeing that the old man and the young man didn't move the food and drink, he frowned slightly: "why don't you eat?"

"That's all we have." The old man said, some embarrassed lowered his head.

Wen Ruolan sighed: "no money, even if it's an emergency."

"My Lord, I'm hungry." The boy couldn't help it for a long time. Hearing Wen Ruolan's words, he looked at the old man pleadingly.

"Thank you, female Bodhisattva." The old man got up and carefully brought a bowl of porridge, which was blown cold and sent to the young man's mouth.

The boy took two mouthfuls and pushed away: "Yeh, you too."

"Don't be modest. There's a lot in the pot, but young man, you should eat less. Otherwise, your body will not be able to bear it. Eat a little, rest for a while, and you'll be satisfied."

Wen Ruolan got up, poured hot water and handed it to him. He asked casually, "where are you from?"

Mention this, the old man almost wipe tears, sigh: "from Bazhou, we..."

Wen Ruolan's brain is not easy to use with a buzzing sound. He only sees that the old man's lips are moving all the time, but he can't hear what he said. He stealthily pinches himself to calm down and tentatively asks, "did you lose the fight?"

The old man looked up at Wen Ruolan in amazement and said his words again: "we didn't expect this. How can we lose? But some people say that when the emperor is captured by the people of ChiYan state, I will escape with my grandchildren. My sons are waiting to go to the battlefield. "

Wen Ruolan just felt that she had no strength. She tried to stand up several times without success. She reached for the tea cup next to her. As a result, she knocked the tea cup over with shaking hands. The hot water inside spilled all over the table, and her hands became red instantly.

"Female Bodhisattva, what's the matter?" Frightened, the old man stood up in a hurry.

Wen Ruolan suddenly stood up, turned around and went into the inner room, closed the door, leaned on the door and burst into tears. How could he be caught? Why is that? It's all arranged. How can the distant soldiers of ChiYan be the opponent of Dayan?

He sat on the ground with his head in his hands.

When eight Liang came back, he saw an old man and a young man in the room and said, "where's our young lady?"

The old man came quickly and pointed to the door of the inner room

Ba Liang felt something was wrong. He came over in a hurry and pushed the door gently. He didn't open it. He whispered: "Miss, Ba Liang is back. Open the door."

"Eight Liang."

Wen Ruolan's choking voice came, and eight Liang's heart was about to fall down. He quickly answered, "ah, ah, miss, it's eight Liang."

Push hard again, the door opened, see shrink in the corner of Wen Ruolan, not scared to death, ran to embrace Wen Ruolan: "Miss, what's the matter? Did they bully you? "

Wen Ruolan shook his head, tears still did not stop: "he lost, was caught, was caught by the people of ChiYan country."

"Ah?" After a while, he shook his head: "Miss, don't be hearsay. Our uncle is very powerful. Don't cry. If you can't, we'll go back."

Wen Ruolan fell into Ba Liang's arms: "I'm not at ease these days. As expected, something happened."##### The circuit at home is broken. I'll send the remaining two chapters before 8 p.m.