The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Until the sunset, Wen Ruolan remembered that there was still one hungry in the quiet room. He went to the kitchen and brought the food in and put it on the table: "get up to eat. Really, if I don't send it, will you starve yourself?"

There was no reply. Wen Ruolan looked over and saw that Dongfang Yi's face was as red as a ripe apple. His eyes were closed and his body was still shaking. The symptoms were the same as those outside.

"How did that happen?" Wen Ruolan reproached him for holding his wrist, trying to test his pulse, and then seeing that the sachet he gave him was still on the table, a little angry.

I got up to get the medicine, but I was caught by the wrist.

Dongfang Yi said vaguely: "don't go, mother, don't go."

"I'll get the medicine. You're sick." Wen Ruolan's heart thumped. This is the second time he heard him mention his mother when he was delirious.

Dongfang Yi grabs her hand more tightly and even tugs at her arms a few times. Wen Ruolan stands unsteadily and sits down by the bed. Just as she wants to talk again, Dongfang Yi's hand wraps around her waist, which scares her a lot.

"Hey, don't be a hooligan. Don't think I dare to prick you with a needle when I'm sick." Wen Ruolan pushed him hard. He could feel the baking temperature through his clothes. The man who was still walking like a flying horse last night was gone for a day.

Dongfang Yi refuses to let go of it. Wen Ruolan is imprisoned by his forceps like hands. He mumbles something that Wen Ruolan can't understand.

"Mother, even if I die, I will come back to you."

"Who is it? Who is the key to... "

Wen Ruolan was stunned. He saw the tears from the corner of Dongfang Yi's eyes. He was a little panicked. He sat beside the bed along with his strength, and put his hand gently on his temple, a little bit more powerful.

The comforted people gradually calmed down. The contented look made people look sideways. A face carved with a knife and axe was so gentle, sentimental and contented at this time.

Wen Ruolan could hear his heart beating. His pain and vulnerability were so vivid that she couldn't bear to go away immediately.

He reached for the needle bag he was carrying and took out the needle: "don't move, you're hot."

"Well." Dongfang Yi gives a vague promise.

The silver needle gently pierces the skin. Dongfang Yi releases her hand, straightens her body, closes her eyes, and purses the corners of her mouth into a line until Wen Ruolan stops.

Taking back her hand, Wen Ruolan gently gets up and quickly goes out to get the medicine. As soon as she leaves the room, Dongfang Yi opens her eyes and looks at the blue bed curtain beside the bed.

Just now, what did he say?

With the sound of footsteps, Dongfang Yi immediately closes her eyes and breathes as if she is asleep.

Wen Ruolan came in with a basin of hot water and put it on the stool beside the bed. She washed the soft cloth and put it on Dongfang Yi's forehead. She took out the pill and began to put it on the side. She took the soft cloth and washed it. She folded it again and put it on his forehead. After pulling out the silver needles, she was relieved: "wake up, take the medicine."

Dongfang Yi's body is stiff. Just now he has a dream about his mother's concubine. He has a dream about receiving a secret letter from her in his previous life. Every word in the secret letter makes him afraid. Just now, he was in a trance, but he didn't hold his mind. It's too embarrassing to regard her as his mother's concubine.

Wen Ruolan didn't know that Dongfang Yi had woken up. When he saw that, he had to send the medicine to his lips with a spoon, and a bowl of bitter medicine was fed in little by little.

Not to mention the people taking medicine, even Wen Ruolan felt bitter. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth, and then fed him a little warm water. After doing all this, he got up, washed a soft cloth on his forehead, helped him cover the quilt, turned back to the table, sat down and took a small bite of food. Inadvertently, he saw a piece of paper on the ground, picked it up and put it on the side, She looked at it carefully and turned her lips. She felt that things in the age of cold weapons were really like toys.

Dongfang Yi opens his eyes and looks at her back. Then he finds that he has forgotten to put away the drawing on the table. When he wants to get up and grab it back, he finds that he is already weak and ill. He is so fierce that he faints in the dark.

Wen Ruolan kept doing physics to cool him down. She carefully looked at the drawing under the light and wanted to go to the desk and draw with a pen. In a moment, she drew a drawing. Unlike bows and arrows, she drew a crossbow.

Of course, the crossbow is much more powerful than the bow and arrow. Unfortunately, she didn't know the structure inside. She only drew one pattern and repeatedly drew many, until she was sleepy and fell asleep on the table.

When Dongfang Yi wakes up again, she is sweating and relaxed. When she looks up and sees Wen Ruolan lying on the table asleep, her heart softens a little. She takes her robe to cover her body. When she sees the drawings, her hands shake and her robes fall to the ground. That's what it is!

He has a deep vision, with exploration and even a sense of killing. Wen Ruolan, a little girl at the foot of Qishan mountain, knows how to make these things! The feeling of danger makes Dongfang Yi clench his lips, stare at Wen Ruolan's sleeping appearance, and slowly clench his hands into fists.

Just because you haven't met her in your last life doesn't mean others can't, such as Prince Dongfang Yu!

Is that kind of bow and arrow she gave to Dongfang Yu? If so, will this person stay or not?

Dongfang Yi sits next to Wen Ruolan and looks at one of the drawings carefully. He doesn't want to kill her, but the future is endless. What should he do?

"How did you get up?" Wen Ruolan opened her eyes and saw Dongfang Yi. She was a little surprised: "are you dying? Go to bed and lie down

Dongfang Yi raises her eyes and looks at her carefully. There is a face that will move many men. She has good medical skills and can make bows and arrows. Who is she?

Wen Ruolan was so flustered by him that he held out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Hey, I'm not burning you silly, am I?"

"Did you draw this?" Dongfang Yi hands over the drawing.

Wen Ruolan glanced at him and said, "of course, what's the matter? It's much better than what you drew, isn't it? "

"Can you do it?" Dongfang Yi has the heart to fight with her. At this moment, he only needs one condition to kill her, and he must.

Wen Ruolan shook his head: "I don't have this skill. Let me tell you something about it. Do you see the arrow slot in front of me? This kind of arrow is very small and powerful. There must be a device in it that can instantly launch a special arrow, and let the opponent avoid it quickly. Even if he has martial arts, he can't run away. "

Dongfang Yi looks at her drawing and says, "how can you draw?"

"Yes..." Wen Ruolan looks up and finds that Dongfang Yi doesn't look right. He says, "what's the matter with you?"

"Where? Who would do such a thing? " Dongfang Yi's eyes are aggressive and his body leans forward, almost touching the tip of Wen Ruolan's nose.

Wen Ruolan pushed him away: "what are you doing? As for it? It's just a broken crossbow. Can't I read it in books? " When I say that, I've already made a big alarm in my heart. I'm careless. It's obvious that this man is not painting for fun. His own skills of causing trouble are absolutely exploding.

Dongfang Yi also finds herself out of her way and sits back slowly. Wen Ruolan obviously doesn't know how to do the Jiguo in it. But if such a person meets tie Yun again, it's enough to make a sharp weapon to kill herself. She just hasn't met tie Yun or Dongfang Yu, so does she have a chance?