The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Yandu palace.

Emperor Yan was reading the memorial, and Weng Chong took the tea cup to the Dragon case.

"Don't worry too much, Emperor. Have a rest."

Yanhuang reached for the tea cup and took a sip of it: "Ningyuan has a memorial. The rainy season is coming, and the Longhe River is suffering. Weng Chong, what do you think?"

Weng Chong bowed himself to the ground in a hurry: "the emperor is the supreme one. He has his own decision. I dare not talk too much."

"I beg your pardon," he said Yan Huang got up and walked around the Dragon case in the room, with Weng Chong hanging his head behind him.

"Emperor, the Duke of an has always complained about the prince. When it comes to the Longhe River flood, it's better to let the prince deal with it. On the one hand, it can relieve the people's worries and benefit the people, and on the other hand, it can make the prince stable."

Yanhuang nodded slightly, which was exactly what he meant, but.

"Jiuzi is at the foot of Qishan. I don't know what happened."

"I can go and have a look, but half a month is enough." Weng Chong is really thinking about Dongfang Yi. He doesn't know whether Wen Ruolan has cured his illness or not, but it's up to the emperor to tell him.

Yan Huang looked at Weng Chong and said, "Weng Chong, do you think the prince and the ninth prince are more talented?"

Weng Chong's face turned white, and he quickly knelt down: "the emperor atones for his sin. It's also because of the emperor that I miss the ninth prince. I dare not ignore the government."

"You." Yan Huang wanted to say and stop, raised his hand: "get up, choose a day to go, old nine temperament is weak, unfortunately."

Weng Chong has been working with his master for so many years. Recently, he found that his master is more and more different from before. Rao Shi is also very careful. After all, he has always been with a tiger since ancient times.

"Yes, slave."

*****

Yao Lu, a carrier pigeon falls in front of Dongfang Yi.

Take down the secret letter to open, looked at a few eyes slightly frown, looked up at busy decocting wenruolan, walked to stand outside the door.

Wen Ruolan raised his head: "what's the matter?"

"It's been two days since I was given the decoction. Am I all right?" Dongfang Yi said, looking at the wax sealed pill beside him, he picked up one.

"Hello Wen Ruolan reaches for it, but Dongfang Yi dodges it.

"It's for the plague. You can't use it." Wen Ruolan put down his hand: "besides, you are not sick."

"Not sick?" Dongfang Yi put the pill in his arms: "that means I can leave at any time?"

"Not either." Wen Ruolan can't tangle, this person is not sick, from the pulse, there is really no problem, but it can't explain, once he has a headache, it's really frightening.

Dongfang Yi sat on the low stool, stretched out his wrist: "or you try again?"

Wen Ruolan had no choice but to feel his pulse. As soon as he pressed it on the pulse socket, his eyes suddenly widened. He looked up at Dongfang Yi and said, "your skill of pretending to be ill is amazing."

Dongfang Yi's face was as calm as water. He could not see any expression at all: "is it sick or not?"

Wen Ruolan has the impulse to hit the wall. Is it great to know martial arts? This pulse is a mess. What can I say? Heart a horizontal, no good spirit of the hand: "sick! You're very sick. There's no medicine for you! "

Dongfang Yi is very satisfied with this conclusion.

"What are you avoiding?" Wen Ruolan said again.

The expression on Dongfang Yi's face cracks quickly. He doesn't like others to think about his own thoughts, and he thinks it right.

"Well, well, don't scare me." Wen Ruolan felt the low pressure on the man, and immediately raised his hands to make a surrender: "you can live as long as you want, and you can pretend to be sick. I don't care about your private affairs."

"Make me some medicine." With that, Dongfang Yi walks away.

Wen Ruolan mumbled a few words, sat down and thought about his pulse carefully. When she first gave him a pulse, she was very sure that this person was not sick at all. She only had a headache. Why didn't she find out.

This time, I gave him a pulse. His pulse condition was disordered. Which time was it true?

Dongfang Yi returns to the room.

Hua Wuying immediately came over and bowed: "Ninth master, it has been found out that Ding lanrong set the fire, and Furong is the one who is going to burn to death."

Dongfang Yi snorts coldly. A little lady Li Zheng dares to be so careless about her life. There is really no royal way.

"Where's the Wen family?"

After a moment of hesitation, Hua said, "Xu Yifeng has invited craftsmen to build a house behind Wen's house for three days."

"Now that you find out who set the fire, go and tell her what to do." With that, Dongfang Yi sits on the bed and meditates.

Wen Ruolan is very tired. She leans against the wall and looks at the beating fire. Today, the rain has finally stopped. She wants to go back and have a look.

"Ruolan." The deep and melodious tone, these two words were called out the flavor of thousands of turns.

Who else can it be if it's not flower shadowless? Wen Ruolan quickly stood up: "big brother!"

Flower shadowless fundus a touch of pain color flashed, smile: "well, do you want to go back to Wenjia village?"

"Can you go back?" Wen Ruolan stood up excitedly, stretched out her hand and held Hua Wuying's sleeve: "brother, will you go back with me?"

"Well." Flower shadowless drooping eyes to see her, this period of time, she is more calm than before, seems to have grown up a lot.

Wen Ruolan cleans up and leaves with Hua Wuying. In the quiet room, Dongfang Yi turns her back and looks at the figure of the two people leaving, frowning slightly.

"My Lord."

Dongfang Yi looks back: "the flood of the Longhe River will be out of control. The imperial court will send the prince to supervise the construction of the dam and let our people take care of it secretly."

"Ninth master, it's better to let the prince do it. Once he catches the handle, he can keep it as a card." When Luo fan wants to talk, he sees Dongfang Yi looking at him coldly, and immediately embraces his fist: "I'm over."

"The death of human beings hinders the way of heaven."

"Yes, I'll do it now." Luo fan retreats.

On the way, Wen Ruolan took off her mask. She walked briskly. After the rain, the air was full of the fragrance of grass. She was happy to meet again. In fact, she really wanted to have no shadow. He was her first friend in the world.

"Ruolan, the arsonist has been found out." Hua Wuying specially slowed down to cooperate with Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan's smile was serious: "who is it?"

"Ding lanrong." Hua Wuying looked at her: "whatever you do, Furong has left Fuhe County, she went to the imperial capital."

Wen Ruolan lowered her eyes. He found out the person who set the fire. He also knew where Furong had gone. Was he always by his side?

"Big brother."

"Well."

"Just don't know. Anyway, there is no loss. People in wenjiacun are not good people. If possible, I will leave with my parents." Wen Ruolan stirred her hands together, and her bones were slightly white: "just find a place to live quietly."

Let it go?! Hua Wuying could hardly believe her ears. How could she say such a thing? Thinking of Wen Ruolan, who was covered with thorns all over her body, it seemed that everything would make her do a big job. However, she said, and even wanted to avoid.

"Ruolan, do as you like, I will." Hua Wuying looks up at Wenjia village in front of her. In this small Fuhe County, he can do whatever she wants. Why run away?

Wen Ruolan often breathed out a breath, forced to squeeze out a smile, partial head to see the flowers without a shadow, swallow down to the mouth, he? Can you really do it at will?