The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

The smell of sulfur wrapped in the hot air is getting closer and closer, and Wen Ruolan's mood is calming down.

It doesn't matter whether she kills an Feng or not. There are many ways for Dongfang Yi to let him die. She gets the answer she wants. An Feng belongs to Prince Dongfang Yu.

"I'll go outside." Dongfang Yi puts down Wen Ruolan and turns to leave.

This is a cave. Compared with the hot weather outside, it's cooler and wetter here. The spring not far away emits water and forms a small fog area. Holding a small cloth bag, Wen Ruolan sighs at the uncanny workmanship of nature. The hot spring is very small, but the spring water gathers into the boulder under the hot spring, forming a pit more than two meters in diameter. The water is clear and the bottom can be seen, Some of the overflowing spring water is scattered.

Only wearing a small clothes, Wen Ruolan tried the water temperature with her hands. The just right water temperature made her body clamor, and she wanted to go in and enjoy it.

Slowly into the water, waist level, and her body relaxed down, the body is extremely tired.

Moved to the edge of the place against the wall, the relationship between water temperature, wall warm.

Close your eyes, Wen Ruolan's mind kept appearing many people's names, one by one like a chain of shackles, tied her up, and there was no reason to retreat.

What she hates most from childhood is history. She always thinks that those antique people can't compare with modern people. Only when she is on the scene can she know that people are never simple. How can several history books summarize the difficulties of survival under the imperial power? Not to mention the modern people who are famous as historians.

She was on the scene, very desperate, suddenly opened her eyes, she said to herself: "then choose a future emperor, no matter win or lose."

Scared by what she said, she covers her mouth and looks at the cave. She is worried that Dongfang Yi will hear it.

After patting her heart, she began to weigh Prince Dongfang Yu and Dongfang Yi in her heart. She firmly believes that Dongfang Yi has a better chance of winning.

As for those who come through, the plot of abusing dregs and tantalizing Han, Wen Ruolan can't lift half of his spirit. If someone comes through, he is afraid that he will be like himself every moment. Because he is not familiar with the rules of the game in this world and is desperate to survive, where can he abuse dregs and tantalize Han and live an open life?

There are many reasons to choose Dongfang Yi. He denies that the crown prince Dongfang Yu is just a man with the body of the sun. Even in peace and prosperity, if no one kills him, he will die in the gentle village of a woman, so he does not consider that he is a woman.

She is not humble enough to sell her body in order to survive, and her strengths are unique in the world, so it is the most correct way not to rely on her appearance and strength.

Suddenly, she dried her body, changed her clothes, and washed all her clothes peacefully. Her family was poor, and her clothes could not be thrown away because they were dirty and stained with blood. She was glad that she had a family at the foot of Qishan, and that family really regarded her as a relative.

Carrying the washed clothes, he comes out and sees the fire at the entrance of the cave quickening his pace. From a distance, he looks at Dongfang Yi seriously roasting a hare. His stomach grunts. It's not embarrassing.

"It's a long time. If I don't come out, I'll think you drown in it." Dongfang Yi uses a dagger to cut off pieces of meat and puts them on his handkerchief. He looks up at Wen Ruolan.

After bathing, she looks like a fresh and refined lotus. Her hair is casually coiled in the back of her head, messy but showing a different style. A few strands of hair are on her shoulders, which makes people want to reach out and touch.

Wen Ruolan understood Dongfang Yi's eyes and shrugged: "I want to dry my clothes."

Dongfang Yi gets up and uses a wooden stick to put up a simple shelf beside the fire. Wen Ruolan stretches his clothes flat on it. Then he picks up the meat on the handkerchief and chews it slowly.

Dongfang Yi cuts the meat into small pieces. Wen Ruolan is responsible for eating it. He is not in a hurry and enjoys it very much.

"Yunluo will come to Dongfang Yu as the medicine lady." Dongfang Yi spoke first, in a tone of comfort.

Wen Ruolan raised her eyelids: "if I were Yunluo, I would come to Dongfang Yu as the eldest lady of the cloud family. At least Dongfang Yu would like to win over the cloud family."

Dongfang Yi stops at the dagger that is cutting rabbit meat. He just wants to let the medicine lady have nothing to do with Wen Ruolan in anyone's heart, but he has to admit that Wen Ruolan's words are more reasonable.

Wen Ruolan put a piece of rabbit meat into his mouth and chewed it carefully. The smooth and tender taste could not hide the earthy smell of rabbit meat: "I'm better a doctor than a widow."

"Wenruolan, I'm here." Dongfang Yi's words are loud.

Wen Ruolan smiles: "Dongfang Yi, have you ever loved someone?"

Has Dongfang Yi ever been in love? Who was his imperial concubine in the last life? Yes, Ning Caiwei, the eldest granddaughter of an Guogong, forgot this man.

Wen Ruolan knows with her heel that Dongfang Yi has absolutely no woman she likes. She gives him a compassionate look: "to love someone is to give, to bear, to love, not to ask. Once two people are together, they can't count on love."

Dongfang Yi's eyes are so deep that they twinkle with a different light. In that way, he wants to make a hole in Wen Ruolan. Love! He had never heard of this word since he was young, and he didn't need it at all in his world. As a royal son, he had a special eunuch training personnel since he was 12 years old, but the purpose was to carry on the family line. The word "love" is something that sour literati moan without illness. Who would mean it?

And he was brought by Anshun since he was a child, endlessly honing until he got a serious illness, and there was no palace maid around him. It was good for the palace lady who could keep himself alive. How could he contact women again?

"What do you want?"

Wen Ruolan wiped his hands with a handkerchief and looked at the fire with his knee in his arms: "do you think so? I want what everyone can get. "

With a self mocking smile, he raised his eyes and said, "I'm not talking about things I want or not. I'm telling you that we only have calculation, so why should we talk about things like sharing weal and woe?"

Dongfang Yi looks at Wen Ruolan without any expression. She wants to, but it has nothing to do with herself.

However, he really wanted to marry her. Maybe he didn't have the love in her mouth, but he didn't count on her and protected her everywhere. Can't she see that?

At this moment, he is not the prince, just a man, dignity is challenged at the same time, the heart empty uncomfortable.

Oh, I got up and walked to the carriage.

Is it interesting for Wen Ruolan to look at his back? It's hypocritical to pretend to be hurt.

Two people, one guarding the fire in the middle of the mountain, one guarding the carriage at the foot of the mountain.

Wen Ruolan dried her clothes and fell asleep leaning on the stone. She was very secure. Anyway, Dongfang Yi would never let herself die.

But the man at the foot of the mountain frowned and looked up several times. His anger grew stronger and stronger. He saw the fire getting weaker and weaker. When it was about to go out, several men went up and down the mountain and reached out to collect Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan didn't have time to be afraid. She didn't want to open her discouraged eyes. This man is used to it, and she is also used to it. Just hold it.

Lift up the curtain to get on the car, pose to throw it on the cot, close to two steps and bend over to put the person away.

"Don't pretend to sleep. I want to tell you something about calculation."