The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

My palace?

Wen Ruolan raised his eyelids, slowly got up, grabbed the cushion and leaned back, and looked at him listlessly.

There was no smell of blood in the room, and there was light smoke in the stove on the table. The smell of cypress was a little too refreshing.

"To call myself my palace? Should the daughter of the people pay homage? " In this way, Wen Ruolan is not willing to even move. Anyway, if he can't die, he won't hurt himself.

"No need." There is also Bo nu in Dongfang Yi's tone.

Wen Ruolan closed his eyes to himself: "the ninth Master said it, and the people's daughter listened to it."

Dongfang Yi's thin lips are in a straight line, and his face is a little red. Wen Ruolan is the first and the only one who can make himself out of control in his life! But I can't do anything about her.

He forgot that from childhood, as long as someone offends him, as long as he hooks his fingers, life and death are in his hands. The reason is just that he is reluctant to give up.

"Well, it's none of my business to do anything when you get to Longhe. Since you think I've taken advantage of you, don't have any more connections in the future." Dongfang Yi shakes his hand, gets out of the carriage and sits on the shaft.

Wen Ruolan suddenly opened her eyes. What did she hear just now? Has nothing to do with Dongfang Yi?!

Excited mood has not released, suffocated to go back, has nothing to do with also not good! Tiger wolf ring now, how can it have nothing to do?

Talking about the curtain: "Dongfang Yi, what did you say?"

"Take it all back!" Dongfang Yi doesn't look back: "since you don't sleep, let's go."

It's less than a cup of tea. Wen Ruolan is going to vomit. He's seen a car racing, but who has seen a carriage racing? Live long see, after crossing, was a record.

He grabbed the small window with a pale face: "are you crazy? I'm carsick! "

Finish saying, brain all cramp, carsick! Dizzy carriage!

At this speed, Dongfang Yi turns a deaf ear.

Wen Ruolan reaches for Dongfang Yi's sleeve. Under the constant force of the carriage, the ninth Prince is torn off his sleeve for the second time.

When Dongfang Yi pulls the reins, the horse's front legs are empty. After a long hiss, Wen Ruolan rolls directly into the pile of herbs.

Regardless of the pain, he got up with one hand covering his mouth, lifted the curtain, jumped down, went out and squatted on the ground for a few steps, and vomited.

Dongfang Yi looks at her squatting on the ground and finally spits out a foul breath.

Spit out the bile, tears, a handkerchief handed to the front, directly grabbed to wipe the corners of the mouth, straight up, gasping.

"Useless woman." Dongfang Yi turns around and leaves.

Wen Ruolan didn't even think about it. She smashed the handkerchief that had just wiped the corner of her mouth: "you're useful! What's your use besides threatening me? Why don't you go to heaven when you suddenly drive like a draught? "

Dongfang Yi turns around and wants to get angry, but he is stabbed by a bunch of withered and yellow herbal leaves on Wen Ruolan's head.

"What are you looking at? I'm just useless. What's the matter? I'm so useless. Don't come to me next time you get sick. I'm useless, am I? I'm useless. You let Weng Chong and the damned Prince let me go! Dongfang Yi, you can be fierce, but at least be aboveboard? Push me into the fire pit, and then you come. It doesn't matter later, huh? You said it doesn't matter. Can your father, who is in charge of the state treasury of Dayan, spare me? Can your ambitious brother spare me? "

Dongfang Yi's scolded brain hurts.

Wen Ruolan burst into tears. The more she thought about it, the more sad she was. Finally, she squatted on the ground and cried.

It's true to cry. It's OK to cry for such a miserable journey. It doesn't matter if you're poor or your best relatives. It doesn't matter if you're a widow. But you worry all day that you're not sure when you're going to die again. What else can you do except cry?

Dongfang Yi raises his hand and rubs his face. Wen Ruolan's crying heart feels like a cat's scratch.

Come over, condescending: "don't cry."

"What do you care? I cried your tears. What's the matter? " Wen Ruolan sobbed and wiped her tears. She stood up and wanted to go back to the carriage.

The hand is caught and picked up again. Wen Ruolan looks at Dongfang Yi in despair: "can you have a face? Do you always know that men and women are not compatible? "

"It's not the first time." Dongfang Yi holds the man with one hand, lifts the curtain and enters the carriage.

Wen Ruolan sat on the couch again, the tears in the corner of his eyes were not dry.

Dongfang Yi raises his hand, takes away the handful of herbs and throws them aside. The carriage is in a mess. The herbs are in a mess. The incense burner turns over and the brocade stool rolls to one side.

The corner of his eye twitches. Dongfang Yi squats down and raises his head: "Wen Ruolan, what do you want?"

Wen Ruolan raised his hand and wiped the golden beans with the back of his hand: "don't count on me, it has nothing to do with me, but also protect me."

Her eyes are watery and her nose is red. Dongfang Yi looks at her delicate and full lips. As soon as they open and close, she suddenly reaches for her and kisses her.

Aggressive attack, half baked kissing skills, and a pair of iron pliers like big hands pressing themselves.

Wen Ruolan's eyes are round. What's the beauty?

Looking at Dongfang Yi again, Wen Ruolan's blood is in his heart. This bastard seems to enjoy his eyes. His eyelashes are too long, so he can't see if he really closed his eyes.

Eh, the eyelashes are really long, like two small fans. The radian is very beautiful. From this angle, the shape of the eyebrows is also very beautiful, the forehead is full, there is no flaw, and the skin is also speechless.

Dongfang Yi, who is kissing enthusiastically, can't get any response. When she looks up, she sees Wen Ruolan's look. With a shake of her eyebrows, she pours on her and presses her on the couch.

This time Wen Ruolan regained his mind and tried to push him away.

Dongfang Yi reaches out his hand to cover Wen Ruolan's eyes. His movements are much softer, as if he is tasting delicious food. He sweeps her lips with the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't let go at all.

Wen Ruolan's brain boomed, like a chemical reaction, dizzy in bursts.

The people under him finally have a very different response. Dongfang Yi raises her eyelids and smiles. This kind of thing is like a piece of window paper. As long as you pierce this layer of window paper, everything comes from the most primitive instinct.

Don't say that he is a man with strong blood, even peacocks are willing to show off their big tail frequently when courting, aren't they?