The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

The tip of her tongue gently tapping her teeth, big hand hook her waist to the arms of a pull, Wen Ruolan light call, directly drilled a hole, after driving straight in, gentle cut rub, let Wen Ruolan's face as if painted Rouge general red.

This is the first time that Wen Ruolan resents his body's reaction, but indulges in the feeling brought by this kind of intimate contact, and his body softens down.

For a long time, when Wen Ruolan feels that he will suffocate in the next second, Dongfang Yi reluctantly withdraws and rubs people into his arms, hoping to rub them into his blood.

"Stop it, eh?"

Wen Ruolan's only reason completely disappeared. She was touched by an unconscious young man, and she was inexplicably happy.

He said, don't make a fuss, the coddle seems to melt people.

Hang your head and respond in silence.

For a long time, Wen Ruolan obviously felt that the man's excitement was calming down, but she felt a little lost, because this point of mind should not appear, and she pinched herself.

Dongfang Yi gets up and puts her on the cot. although it's a cot, it's OK to sleep alone.

Wen Ruolan, like an ostrich, faces the carriage wall and closes her eyes to hide all her emotions. Just now, she was humiliated. This feeling is too painful. Dongfang Yi is very dangerous. This danger makes her confused.

Pull over the quilt and cover it for her. Dongfang Yi looks down at it for a long time: "go to sleep. It's still early to get to Longhe."

Where does Wen Ruolan dare to speak? She's afraid that she'll be too late for something else. She tries her best to distract her attention, but she can't help thinking about it in her mind. No wonder women like to be kissed more than to roll the sheets. But men never know that the relationship of skin is not absolutely a blend of each other.

Dongfang Yi picks up the brocade stool, lights Anshen village in the incense burner, looks at the messy herbs and wants to throw them all down. Looking back at Wen Ruolan, who has arched up a small bag of quilts, he suppresses his mind. This woman is too easy to get angry. It's better not to make trouble.

Put the herbs in order as much as possible. Then I got out of the carriage and looked up at the bright moon in the sky. I was never in a good mood. I jumped on the shaft and patted the horse on the back.

The carriage walked slowly on the road.

The people in the car are like lying in the cradle. They fall asleep in a moment.

Dongfang Yi lifts the curtain several times, but turns her head to continue driving in disappointment. After a while, she reminds me of the corner of her lips again. She must be very tired after sleeping.

Detour back to the right road, ahead to the Longhe village.

There is a light on in a house in Longhe village. The door is open. Anshun, who is standing at the door, anxiously looks at the way. Until the sound of horse's hooves comes, Anshun turns around quickly: "the master is here, prepare hot water meal."

"Yes, chief Ann." When someone answered, Anshun couldn't help welcoming him.

From a distance, I saw my master leading the horse. The carriage was slow. Anshun wanted to kick the lazy horse.

When it's near, Anshun is surprised. His master's clothes are torn. Is he in trouble again? Even the master was not unhurt.

Think of here, the sole of the foot where still steady, eager to use the ability to watch the house ran over.

"Amber, she's asleep." Dongfang Yi frowns slightly and says something in a low voice.

Anshun almost fell to the ground in a flash. After a second thought, he immediately stepped aside and followed Dongfang Yi happily. After several attempts, he was in a good mood. Otherwise, how could he call himself uncle? Not to mention in the car, it must be the girl I met before the master arranged. The expectation of many years made Anshun a little bit elated.

At the door, Dongfang Yi lifts the curtain and goes in. For a moment, he comes out with Wen Ruolan wrapped in the quilt and walks into the courtyard.

Anshun clapped his hands happily. He was an old man in the palace. All the noble people who served in the palace were like this. They went in wrapped in quilts and came out wrapped in quilts. In my heart, I have to find out the details of this woman. Although the position of the imperial concubine can't be her, being a side imperial concubine must be a favorite. As long as I get the imperial grandson first.

When Dongfang Yi came out again, he had changed into a duck green robe and sat down on the chair to take the tea cup from Anshun.

"Are you ready, amber?"

"Back to the master, everything is ready. The hinterland of the Longhe River must not be involved. Moreover, you can't get in without a token. It's said that many old and weak women and children can't get out, and they are all killed..." Anshun naturally knows what happened on the edge of the Longhe River. It's easy to soften one's heart as soon as one gets old, so it's hard to say. He wanted to think more. The master's woman was very expensive. She was dirty when she went to that place. She was afraid that it was bad for her health, so she couldn't go any more.

When Dongfang Yi sips tea, it's needless to say that Anshun knows that people who can't run out and can't be cured will be killed, otherwise the plague will be more difficult to control.

"The herbal medicine will come later, and the messenger will build more cooking stoves in the yard." Dongfang Yi holds his forehead with one hand: "remember, this is the dragon river."

"Yes, slave." Anshun was very happy. The master thought more thoughtfully than himself. It would be the best of both worlds to hide from the sleeping one.

Think of here, his face also with a smile: "master, tired all the way, it's better to rest for a while."

Dongfang Yi puts down his tea cup, ponders for a moment, gets up and goes to another room.

Anshun raised his hand and just wanted to stop Dongfang Yi. Fortunately, he went back in time. There are too many people who can't know something. Even though the master has spoiled Miss Wen, he has to avoid people's eyes and ears.

If you succeed in one stroke, you will be able to see the little master next year.

In this way, Anshun was totally sleepy. He nagged that these people were all less active and went to the kitchen to cook soup for the two masters.

Sleep too sweet, wenruolan opened his eyes when the brain is blank, outside the sun glare, the room is very cool, looked around, found not far away on the table put this big ice basin.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up. He reached for his clothes from the bedside and put them on. His hand tied with a belt on his waist stopped. He didn't take off his clothes to sleep. He got out of bed in a hurry with a thump in his heart. He held his waist with two hands and swayed as much as possible. There was no special reaction. He raised his legs and squatted for several times. He found nothing wrong and was about to turn around.

When Anshun came in with the bird's nest, he just saw Wen Ruolan struggling in front of the bed. He was so scared that he almost threw away the stew cup in his hand: "Oh, my little ancestor, don't move, don't move."

Put down the stew cup, ran over, reached out to hold wenruolan's arm, nervously looked at wenruolan's face, found that her little face was red, and her heart was more stable.

When Wen Ruolan saw Anshun, he immediately recognized it. Isn't this the old man he met in the village? Of course, he's from Dongfang Yi.

"Grandfather, it's not in the way. I'm good at sports."

Anshun

Wen Ruolan gently pulled back his arm and moved it aside: "I'm going to wash first. What can I do for you?"

Anshun's heart was about to pop out of his throat. He just stretched out his hand and took Wen Ruolan to sit on the bed. He turned around and opened the stew Cup: "first, drink two mouthfuls to mend your body. It's very remote here. There's nothing good here for so many years. I've wronged you."

Wen Ruolan pursed the corners of her lips, looked at the blood swallow in the stew, and took a breath of air. If it wasn't for the ancient times, or if it wasn't for Dongfang Yi's identity, she would at least think that the old man was showing off his wealth.