The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Weng Chong is in a dilemma. Let's leave. His duty lies in persuading the ninth prince to step back from the precipice. You should know that the emperor has always given the Prince marriage. It's impossible for a widow to be a daughter of an ordinary family who is innocent.

Don't leave, if nine princes insist so, oneself again can't rush in to obstruct its good deed, this can how good?

It's an idea. It's hidden.

In the room, Dongfang Yi slowly releases her hand, and Wen Ruolan is about to run away. At this time, Wen Ruolan rubs and gets into Dongfang Yi's arms with a shrill cat cry.

Dongfang Yi dropped his eyes: "are you afraid?"

Wen Ruolan instantly released him, stepped back and choked his neck: "no, who is afraid of a cat?"

"Yes, it's a cat." "Give me a cup of hot tea," said Dongfang Yi, leaning on the bed

Wen Ruolan was very embarrassed. She was eager to find a way to relieve her embarrassment. She went to pour tea and sent it to Dongfang Yi: "don't you have a headache?"

"It hurts." Dongfang Yi put the tea cup aside: "I'm used to it. I'm sober after the pain."

Before, Wen Ruolan would give him a few words, but just now he cried, he mentioned his mother.

"After all, it's not a way. It's a cure."

When Dongfang Yi sits up, Wen Ruolan immediately steps back. At least he won't just grab himself in his arms.

"You just want to prevent me, don't you think it's too late?" Dongfang Yi looks at Wen Ruolan with a smile, holding a cup of tea and sipping it. Wen Ruolan wants to give him two punches, and regrets that he has not given him any more chondral powder. It seems that he can't do without a meal in the future.

"Tomorrow, I'll be away for a few days."

"You're still sick." Wen Ruolan immediately reminded him, after all, if this person is sick everywhere, it would be ugly, right?

Dongfang Yi looks up at her with a kind of banter in her eyes. Empress Wen Ruolan's ears turn red with a brush and immediately turns around: "whatever you want."

"To deliver the medicine."

When Dongfang Yi's voice comes, Wen Ruolan speeds up his steps and slams the door. He covers his heart again. If such a person wants to continue to get along, he can't do without any self-defense measures.

"Deliver the medicine?" Wen Ruolan murmured to himself, immediately ran to the kitchen, put the pills into the cloth bag, and after finishing, sat at the door with her knees in her arms, looking at the gloomy day outside.

These days sunny days disappeared, the whole day is very gloomy, and she can't go back to wenjiacun, some irritable.

"Miss Wen." Weng Chong came over and didn't have to treat him. He took a low stool and sat beside him.

Looking at his gray hair, Wen Ruolan thought of the broken table. He felt a chill in his heart. His eyes turned: "Weng, grandfather Weng, you're from Yandu. Do you know about the Longhe River? Is there anyone to go to the disaster relief? "

Weng Chong originally wanted to beat her a few words to pay attention to her identity. As a result, his heart trembled when he was called by grandfather Weng. He didn't know where he was. Instead, he said solemnly, "the emperor of Yan will naturally sympathize with the people, and the prince himself will supervise the construction of the river embankment, which is safe."

"Oh, that's good." Wen Ruolan took the opportunity to stand up and yawned exaggeratedly: "I'm so tired. I'll go to sleep for a while. Grandfather Weng will help himself."

"Ah." Weng Chong immediately stood up after he agreed, but Wen Ruolan gave him a chance and went back to his room.

Weng Chong stamped his feet. Isn't that not enough?

"Manager Weng." Dongfang Yi walks out with a meaningful look at the direction of Wen Ruolan's disappearance and stands in the yard with his back to his hands.

Weng Chong immediately came over and bowed his head to stand: "Ninth master, you can think clearly."

"Well?" Dongfang Yi's research is mainly focused on him.

Weng rushed even lower: "all princes need to be cautious in their words and deeds before they are crowned. We should know that the long live Lord does not confer titles on princes, which has a deep meaning."

Dongfang Yi takes back his eyes indifferently. Weng Chong has tested himself several times. As expected, he is old and can't hold his breath.

"Prince Na Fei, even the side of the imperial concubine should be cautious, the things in the court are intertwined, so be careful." Weng Chong lifted his robe and knelt on the ground: "Ninth master, please think twice."

"Weng Chong, the eunuch of the harem is not allowed to ignore the government." Dongfang Yi said and left.

Weng Chong quickly got up to catch up with him: "Jiuye, I'm thinking of you. Although the girl of Wen family is a rare woman, she comes from a humble family and has the name of a widow. This..."

"Weng Chong!" Dongfang Yi's ice skate: "do you want to get involved in the marriage affairs of our palace?"

Weng Chong opened his mouth and knelt down with a plop: "I dare not, Jiu Ye, this is not a marriage event. The prince's marriage has to be discussed by the emperor, the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager. You, you..."

With a bang, the door closed. Weng Chong's face turned pale. Looking at the closed door, he muttered to himself, "Ninth master, you are destroying your future. If you can't protect yourself, what can you do in the future?"

Through a door, Dongfang Yi closes his eyes. Weng Chong's words are true. But if he doesn't, the prince will always want to kill himself. Only when he is king can he stay in the capital and find out the truth.

Three days later, the Longhe River burst its levee and the victims fled everywhere. At this time, he could not stay away from the disaster.

Weng Chong only thought that the ninth Prince wanted to accept the imperial concubine. This was a big thing. He didn't dare to delay. That night he went back to Yandu in a hurry.

The next morning, Wen Ruolan escorts Dongfang Yi out of the medicine room. Looking at the pills on his horse's back, he takes out some red nutmeg like pills and puts them in the brocade bag: "here you are."

Dongfang Yi takes it, puts it in his arms, and turns over to mount the horse.

"If it doesn't hurt, don't eat it." Wen Ruolan tells him that Dongfang Yi drives his horse away, stands in front of yaolu and looks at the figure of Dongfang Yi leaving. After a long time, he turns back to yaolu.

Want to read medical books, the result is restless, want to write prescription, and wrong words, Wen Ruolan some irritable lying on the table, heart a mess, but do not know why.

A hundred miles away, there is a continuous rainstorm near the Longhe River. Dongfang Yi finds Du Ruo and meets guru Buzhou.

"Thanks to Jiuye's timely arrival, someone has started to cough and get high fever." Master Bu Zhou took the pill and put it into his mouth without hesitation. He chewed it slowly. He wanted to know what kind of medicine it was.

The pills were so bitter that he didn't dare to be careless. He took a long time to gargle with his tea cup.

Dongfang Yi stands in front of the window, watching the continuous rain outside. There are some things that have deviated in this life. I don't know if the Longhe River will still burst.

"Different weeks."

Master Bu Zhou was shocked and immediately got up: "I'm here."

"If one day I invite you down the mountain, I'll return to the secular life." Dongfang Yi said and took out the prescription: "this is the prescription for the pill. Let's see if there is anything wrong."

Master Bu Zhou's face was black and green for a moment. He took a prescription with him. Didn't he mean it?

Before he could speak, he heard a shrill cry in the distance: "the dragon river has burst its dyke!"

Burst the dyke? Dongfang Yi's face is cold and he rushes out like a swallow. He's ahead of time! Is it a blessing or a curse?

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