The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Dongfang Yuhong, who has walked out of the palace, looks back at the direction of Yishou palace, stops for a long time, and finally turns around and leaves.

In the imperial study, Dongfang Yi puts down the memorial and holds up the tea cup. His hand trembles slightly. The little eunuch who is waiting on him comes to pick up the tea cup.

"To Yishou palace."

Xue Huaishan stood outside the Longevity Palace, watching the direction of the Xue family, and said softly, "Rongrong, brother is going to take you home."

In Yishou palace, Wen Ruolan kneels on the ground with his wives and children. Outside, the monks chant sutras. The Empress Dowager on the bed looks as if she is asleep.

When Dongfang Yi comes in, Wen Ruolan gets up: "emperor."

"Well." Holding Wen Ruolan's hand, he went to the front and knelt down. No one cried. Mingyan just cried silently.

As we all know, the most unpleasant thing for an old man to believe in Buddhism all his life is crying after he dies. There are only chanting sutras and the sound of wooden fish in the whole Longevity Palace.

For three hours, Dongfang Yi helped Wen Ruolan to get up and looked back at these people: "get up. The Empress Dowager needs to lie down one day and one night before she can move her body. She needs to cultivate her spirit."

When Dongfang Yi says something, these people have to get up. Carpenter Wen helps Chai Yuee and takes Wen Yan to the side hall. They are Xue's family and can't leave Yishou palace.

Mingyan stood there in a daze, and didn't know where to go.

Wen Ruolan came: "Mingyan, go to Kunning palace?"

"No, I'm here with my aunt." Mingyan shakes his head, hands on the table, legs do not listen to sit down.

Wen Ruolan gently shakes her hand and follows Dongfang Yi to leave Yishou palace.

In the Kunning palace, Wen Ruolan carefully looks at the Empress Dowager's shroud, and then follows Dongfang Yi to see the coffin and funeral objects. It's late at night when he returns to the Kunning palace.

As soon as Wen Ruolan enters the door, she can't help feeling weak. She is picked up by Dongfang Yi in a flash. She quickly steps to the bedside and puts her down. She also sits beside her: "after all, it's fate. A good death is a blessing."

During this period of time, I have seen too many people die. Of course, Wen Ruolan knows that it is fate. What a person has been waiting for since birth is death, but when facing death, he is not so indifferent as a bystander.

"If one day..." Before he finished, his lips were pressed down by Dongfang Yi's fingers.

"You and I will grow old together."

Wen Ruolan looked at him, trying to make a smile appear in his eyes: "well, grow old together."

"If the Empress Dowager's coffin is to be transported back to Xue's family, it also needs to be prepared. We have already asked the storeroom to prepare an ice coffin. It should be OK to put the coffin in the ice coffin." Dongfang Yi said and patted Wen Ruolan gently on the shoulder: "sleep, sleep. Tomorrow will be very busy. The courtiers mourn. All the wives will come to the palace. What can you do?"

"There's Mingyan and Yunluo. It's not in the way." Wen Ruolan knows that this is a test for himself, and he will try his best to deal with it.

For three days, it was supposed to be a little longer, but it couldn't be too long because of the hurry to send it back to the Xue family.

Three days later, the Empress Dowager was buried, and everyone in Yandu was filial. Ten miles away, there was a voice of sadness and sorrow. The Empress Dowager has always had a high reputation among the people. For the sake of the emperor and the Oriental family, she gave up her own flesh and blood and family, which can be regarded as a model.

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Everyone thinks that the Empress Dowager was buried in the imperial mausoleum. No one knows that on the day of the funeral, the coffin of the Empress Dowager also left the palace. The bodyguards were all dressed up as civilians. The carriage of eight horses led the ice coffin straight to the Xue family.

In addition to Xue Huaishan, Wen's carpenter and his family are accompanying. Mingyan and Yunxi leave together.

In a yard, the baby in his arms has opened his eyes: "Niang, niang'er is hungry."

Furong quickly brought porridge to nianer's mouth and said, "eat more."

These days, nian'er wakes up for a moment every day, without exception, she is hungry, but Furong has long been out of shape, her thin face is different from before. I don't know when the people outside have disappeared, but she dare not go out, so she just sits with nian'er for a whole day.

On the day of the funeral of the empress dowager, she quietly came to the intersection with nian'er in her arms. There were tributes at the intersection. She stole some of them hidden in her clothes, turned around and ran away with nian'er in her arms.

And she did not see, a person quietly followed up.

"Hibiscus."

Furong is holding a steamed bread and stuffing it into her mouth. When she hears someone calling her name, the steamed bread in her hand falls off. When she looks back, she sees wenzhuangsi. It's as if she's gone from generation to generation. Wenzhuangsi is still wearing a long robe, staring at Furong who has turned around and taking a few steps: "it's really you."

"No, no, not me." Hibiscus fled, holding her thoughts tightly.

Wenzhuangsi followed him to the door of the broken house. Instead of going in, he turned to the street, bought rice, vegetables and brought them back.

Hibiscus shrank in the room and did not dare to move.

Let the outside wenzhuangsi make a fire to cook, she just hugs nianer tightly.

Wenzhuangsi came in with hot food and put it in front of Furong: "eat, eat more."

Furong timidly looked at him, like looking at strangers.

Wenzhuangsi sighed, took out the peach comb from his arms, turned back and put it on the broken table: "after zhuo'er died, I sold my property and came to Yandu. I thought if I could find you, I could make a living on weekdays. I set up a paper stall at the corner of the street."

Hibiscus slowly let go of nianer, listening attentively.

"I've seen you several times. I dare not recognize you. Furong, it's hard for me to find you. I've been feeling guilty for several years. When you committed yourself to me, I didn't dare to stand up for you. I'm really sorry for my husband."

Wenzhuangsi looked back at Furong with tears in her eyes and said, "now that you and I are all down, how about helping each other for the rest of our lives?"

Hibiscus shed tears.

Wenzhuangsi's eyes fell on nianer's face: "this is our son, right?"

As soon as the words came out, hibiscus cried.

Wenzhuangsi gently hugged her in his arms, along with nianer: "I won't ask for it. I just hope to atone for it with the rest of my life. At the beginning, all kinds of things were caused by me, and even more because of my weakness and incompetence, I let you go this step. Lotus, let me take care of you, OK?"

"Wenzhuangsi." Furong recited his name and finally burst into tears.

All the pain of these many days turned into tears, trying to wash away all her past memories. She rose and fell, but in the end, he was still around. How could she not cry heartbroken.

"What's his name?" Finally, Furong closed her tears, and wenzhuangsi asked.

Furong Leng for a while, shaking her head: "there is no name, only a baby name is nianer."

"Call it zhuo'er. It can be regarded as a consolation for my son's death, OK?" Wenzhuangsi sat down and looked at Furong.

Furong nodded: "well, well."

In the humble corner of Yandu, men write paper and sell calligraphy and paintings, while women live in seclusion everyday, take care of their families and children.

One day, a carriage passed by. The little woman inside lifted the curtain and saw Hibiscus by accident. Eh, she looked at Hibiscus again.

Next to the man asked: "eight Liang, can you meet acquaintances?"

Ba Liang shook his head: "Yuanshan, shall we go this time?"

"After the palace examination, if you don't leave high school, are you happy?" Liu Yuanshan reached out and touched eight Liang's raised belly: "our lin'er has to give his father good luck."

Eight Liang clapped his hand: "don't talk about it. Anyway, I won't ask for miss."