The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

That is, less than half a minute, the room lights up again.

Dongfang Yu looks at the person wearing the veil, but doesn't find that the person has been replaced.

Wen Ruolan took a peek at master Buzhou and calmed down his mind. Then he said, "women of the people never take off their veils. Please be merciful to your father-in-law. Your Royal Highness has a large number of people. Naturally, it will not be difficult for me." Looking up at Dongfang Yu: "right? Your highness. "

The man sitting on it, his sword eyebrows slanting into his temples, his star eyes deep, and his face full of jade, but that's all. His thin lips sparked a funny arc, and he caught Wen Ruolan's eyes with a smile. However, Wen Ruolan found that this man's smile could not reach his eyes, and it felt like he was wearing a human skin mask.

"Toko, step back."

Dongfang Yu slowly moved his eyes away, and then he looked at Wen Ruolan again from the corner of his eyes. Then he said in a deep voice: "xuansi pulse diagnosis comes from the palace, but the folk doctors may not be proficient in it. If there is any deviation, it's really difficult for yaoniang. It's better to..." Pause for a while, slowly rise: "let medicine Niang Zi give this palace to feel a pulse."

Dongfang Yu walks to the room beside him. Who dares to stop him?

Wen Ruolan takes a look at master Buzhou. He looks like an old monk. He turns around and follows Dongfang Yu, but Huanxi follows him in.

Yunluo's heart is beating a drum. Seeing Dongfang Yi's face as deep as water, she is bewitched. She even thinks that in Dongfang Yi's heart, she must be more important than Wen Ruolan.

"You're going to the prince."

Dongfang Yi's words are like thunder. Yunluo shakes his body for a while, barely stands still and droops his head: "yes."

"He just doubts the identity of the drug lady now." Dongfang Yi gives her a reassurance and turns around slowly: "the cloud family is behind you. I'm afraid there's no talent left. It's not easy to revitalize a school. You can choose to quit."

Yunluo's hand shrunk in the sleeve and clenched into a fist. The pain of her fingernail pierced her palm made her instantly put away the beautiful thoughts of those little women, and nodded slightly: "the master's lesson is that Yunluo shouldn't entangle in his children's private affairs, never in the future."

Dongfang Yi's eyes flickered and she stopped talking.

At this time, Wen Ruolan calmly sat on the chair, took out a silk handkerchief and put it on Dongfang Yu's wrist. He pressed his fingers on the pulse gate and lowered his eyes.

Dongfang Yu looked up and down at Wen Ruolan and asked casually, "but who is at the foot of Qishan?"

"Yes." Wen Ruolan took up his hand, took out the needle bag, and took out the silver needle. The silver needle was pinched in his hand, and a bad smile was put on the corner of his mouth, covering the veil. Dongfang Yu couldn't see it.

Raised his hand, the tip of the silver needle refracted light. Although it was subtle, it really made Dongfang yu feel dazzling. It was just to feel the pulse. What did he do with the silver needle?

"The pulse condition is stable, but the breath is a little disordered. His highness should usually be caused by his preference. Traditional Chinese medicine stresses dialectical treatment. Instead of letting himself go, it's better to make some adjustments. It's the best policy to consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan." Wen Ruolan raised his hand, and the silver needle stabbed into the thenar point steadily.

Dongfang Yu was surprised to know the origin of the state of Dayan. As the crown prince, he had been learning martial arts since childhood, but now he was stabbed without any chance of dodging.

"How did you do that?"

Wen Ruolan raised her eyes to see Dongfang Yu, reached for her handkerchief and wiped her hands: "practice makes perfect."

Looking at the silver needle in his hand, Dongfang Yu got up and left.

Wen Ruolan was relieved. She didn't know what her royal highness wanted to do. She had to use the silver needle. She couldn't tell people who didn't know how to feel the pulse clearly. It was even more difficult to decide the outcome. So she used the silver needle and ordered the prince.

This man is a lecherous man. Wen Ruolan gave up the idea of cooperating with him. The most important thing is that his illness is especially like Ji Xiaolan, a great figure in ancient China. When Ji Xiaolan was compiling the complete works of Siku, the emperor once saw him and found that his eyes were red, so he asked. He said that he had not been close to his wife and concubine for many days, For this reason, the emperor specially selected women in the palace to reward him, which is recorded in medical books.

At that time, I had just learned Chinese medicine. I asked my grandfather why Ji Weng was like this. My grandfather said that if the body of the sun can't vent its Yang several times a day, it will be like burning with fire.

The prince is such a person. She doesn't dare to bet her chance of winning. She's afraid that before she can get the freedom she wants, she can't get the scum left. Compared with that, Dongfang Yi is more stable.

Huanxi breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to support Wen Ruolan. This little action made Wen Ruolan look at her.

"The girl really impressed Huanxi." Huanxi whispers.

Wen Ruolan didn't speak. He followed Dongfang Yu to the hall.

In the hall, a doctor in his forties just stopped and bowed: "Your Highness, I lost."

The speed of admitting defeat is really not ambiguous. Wen Ruolan is silent.

Dongfang Yu hung his eyes, raised his hand, pulled out Wen Ruolan's silver needle and put it aside: "I really lost."

On hearing this, the imperial doctor knelt down: "the old minister lost in time, but not necessarily in pulse diagnosis. I implore the crown prince to let the medicine lady tell me what the pulse diagnosis has come out of."

Don't you agree? Wen Ruolan felt that this was the sequela of officialdom, but he was not afraid of it.

When Dongfang Yu didn't speak, the imperial doctor misunderstood him. He got up and hugged his fist slightly: "Lady Yao, you feel the pulse for the prince. Then you can say that there is something wrong with the pulse of the prince?"

If there is something wrong, that is to say, the prince is ill. If someone else is not happy, his head may fall to the ground. If there is nothing wrong, Wen Ruolan squints his eyes slightly. These people are all royal doctors. He must know how the prince's body is.

Consider for a while, nodded: "women want to ask you, the body of the sun how to treat?"

Dongfang Yu's hand holding the teacup was suddenly tightened, and his eyes were a little cold.

The imperial doctor was so shocked that he immediately went back and said, "give up, give up."

Wen Ruolan snorted coldly, just admit defeat? It's obvious that they want to embarrass themselves because they are imperial doctors. If they don't give them some color to see, they don't know what will happen in a while. Since they are afraid of mentioning the prince's body of the sun, they have grasped the weakness of a group of people and simply move forward: "doctors, it's important to be able to diagnose diseases, but it's a good doctor to be able to treat diseases, You all know the body of the burning sun. Why don't we test how to treat the body of the burning sun in the next round? "

Dongfang Yu lowered his head and sipped. He was completely out of the way. On the contrary, these imperial doctors had no bottom in their hearts.

In the dark, Yunluo looks at Dongfang Yi with a smile in the corner of his mouth. His heart is filled with sadness. Wen Ruolan's outstanding feature is his courage. A girl talks about the body of the sun to a group of men. This.

"Indecent!"

Dr. Zhang hummed coldly and stepped forward: "we've heard a little about the medical skills of Lady Yao, but after all, there are differences between men and women. A weak woman talks about the body of the sun on such an occasion. Is it evil medicine that she learns?"