The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan got up, subconsciously stepped back and leaned against the wall. Looking at the way Dongfang Yi came in, she pursed her lips: "Master Yu, how did you get out of bed? Don't you have to pretend to be sick? "

Dongfang Yi's eyes slowly sweep over Wen Ruolan's small face.

Wen Ruolan managed to squeeze out a smile and spread out her hand: "in fact, the main reason for your headache is that you think too much. If there is a person who can say intimate words, he may be cured without medicine."

Finally, Dongfang Yi's eyes move away. Wen ruolanton is relieved. Just now, she even made up the picture of killing people. It's really exciting.

A lot of pills have been made. Sealed wax pills are put in baskets, which are put in order.

A row of medicine jars were still frying medicine, and the room was full of the smell of herbs mixed together.

Dongfang Yi lifts his robe and sits on the stool. He takes the fan and slowly fans it. The fire under the medicine stove is booming.

Wen Ruolan moved his body slowly, thinking quickly about the Countermeasures in his mind.

"My father has more than ten sons, and my mother is humble. I don't know how to die if I don't pretend to be ill." Dongfang Yi's voice is light but clear. Wen Ruolan can hear every word very clearly.

Wen Ruolan blinked and sat on the bench beside him, trying to keep a safe distance between the two people: "in fact, escaping doesn't solve the problem at all, young master Yu, if you want to cure your headache, you can't worry too much about it. If you think too much about it, you will be damaged in time."

Dongfang Yi looks at her from the corner of her eyes, and the beating fire sprinkles on her face. Her eyelashes are long and her eyes are clear. It seems that people and animals are harmless, but this woman's scheming is not simple.

"Live on." After a casual sentence, Dongfang Yi stops talking and doesn't plan to leave, so he accompanies Wen Ruolan to make medicine.

Wen Ruolan's heart is about to collapse and he keeps silent. His breathing slows down to reduce his sense of existence.

"What if it was you?" Dongfang Yi asked again.

"Ah?" Wen Ruolan looked up and shrugged helplessly: "how could this be? As you all know, I am an ordinary family. I have a father and a mother. I have a brother recently. It's good for my family to live in peace. "

"Very good." Dongfang Yi really envies such a life, which is the happiness he never realized.

"You don't know that every family has its own difficult classics." Wen Ruolan opened the medicine jar and looked at the medicine in it. He covered it again and sat down: "it was very good, but I let my parents break my heart. Even if they were involved, I'm afraid my brother would be involved in the future."

"Oh?" Dongfang Yi picks her eyebrows.

"Because I'm a widow." With these words, Wen Ruolan buried her head and painted on the ground with a wooden stick. This identity was imposed on her, but she was unable to refute: "forget it, don't say it, just leave these things to time."

When he raised his head again, Wen Ruolan was already relaxed: "by the way, let Hua Wuying give these pills to the great monk and Du Ruo. Don't be unprepared when the flood is over and the plague is rampant."

Dongfang Yi watched her mood change so fast that he appreciated her: "good."

"Young Master Yu." Seeing that Dongfang Yi stands up to go, Wen Ruolan calls him in a hurry.

Dongfang Yi is on the wrong side.

"I'm afraid I can't pay the money back in my life. Either you treat me as a friend, and I'll try my best to cure your headache. I'll take advantage of you, and I won't be in debt in the future." Wen Ruolan said, some embarrassed pinch fingers.

Dongfang Yi looks back at her with great interest: "don't you owe each other?"

"Well, if a person owes someone else something, he will pay it back in the next life. I don't want to owe anyone anything. If there is no cause in this life, there will be no result in the next life." Wen Ruolan raised her bright eyes and looked at Dongfang Yi: "would you like to?"

Dongfang Yi looks back and walks away.

Wen Ruolan had nothing to say and choked directly in her throat. She opened her mouth and was finally discouraged.

Because there is no Du Ruo to drive, Wen Ruolan can only trouble Dongfang Yi. If he just swaggers on the road, he will be caught by others. At the thought of going to ask Dongfang Yi, he is inexplicably weak.

After hesitating for a long time, I knocked at the door.

After two knocks, there is no sound in the room. Wen Ruolan frowns slightly and turns to leave. At this moment, the sound of porcelain falling on the ground makes Wen Ruolan cry in his heart. When he pushes the door open, he sees that Dongfang Yi's face turns red. The Sutra in his hand has been pinched out of shape, and he accidentally touches the teacup on the ground.

Without hesitation, Wen Ruolan reached for the Sutra in Dongfang Yi's hand and said, "relax, relax, release your hand."

Dongfang Yi raises his head. Wen Ruolan's appearance is clear in his eyes. He bites his lips hard.

Wen Ruolan is scared. She at least knows that if it's epilepsy, she can't let him bite his tongue. In a hurry, she puts her finger between Dongfang Yi's lips and teeth. The piercing pain makes her tears fall.

"Pain, pain, don't push so hard." Wen Ruolan was crying.

Dongfang Yi suddenly grabs her and holds her in his arms. Wen Ruolan's hand is released, but he can't move. With the experience of the last time, Wen Ruolan dares not struggle and follows his strength to cooperate as much as possible.

She felt that Dongfang Yi was lying on her shoulder, a little desperate. She was afraid that Dongfang Yi would bite herself.

"Mother, I'm incompetent."

Pain to the extreme, repression to the extreme, said every word can crush the heart like. Wen Ruolan swallows his saliva, reaches out his hand and gently hugs Dongfang Yi. His small hand slaps him evenly on the back: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid. Everything will pass."

He only said such a sentence, there was no sound, in addition to the heavy breathing, wenruolan felt the wet feeling on his shoulders, he? Crying?

"A man is a man who bleeds without tears. He is obedient and does not cry." Wen Ruolan's tone is very gentle. She touches the needle bag she is carrying, takes out a silver needle, and slowly stabs it into Dongfang Yi's Tanzhong acupoint, trying to make him unconscious and release the suffocation accumulated in his chest.

With the slow penetration of the silver needle, Wen Ruolan feels that the strength of his embrace has slowed down. At the same time, he also feels that his eyes are locked on him. He looks up into Dongfang Yi's eyes. His eyes are quiet, and his arms are still holding her. He doesn't mean to let go.

The veins on the forehead are still protruding. It's rare that the emotion is not so excited.

"Let go of me, I'll give you the needle." Wen Ruolan with the tone of discussion, more like coaxing children in general.

Dongfang Yi shook his head: "that's it. Don't move."

Wen Ruolan: "it's..."

The two are still embracing each other. Wen Ruolan's hand is caught. It's impossible to get the silver needle again. She can hear Dongfang Yi's steady and powerful heartbeat.

As time went by, Wen Ruolan's whole body was stiff. He secretly looked up at him, and found that he was closing his eyes, and his forehead was getting blue. He whispered: "the silver needle has been pulled out?"

"Well." Dongfang Yi snorts in response.

Wen Ruolan immediately pulls out the silver needle of Tanzhong acupoint. As soon as he gets it, Dongfang Yi accurately pinches the silver needle, raises his hand and throws it out: "don't try to stab me again."

In wenruolan's heart, ten thousand beasts ran by. What's the situation?

Dongfang Yi raised her eyelids and looked out of the window. Her arms tightened a little. If she came in from the outside, would they be close enough?

Outside the door, Weng Chong was shocked and tender. The expression on his face was too wonderful to describe. Isn't the ninth prince in love with a little widow?