The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

"Young lady, although ya'er is young, she can learn everything. Don't forget ya'er. Since ye Nai is gone, ya'er can only follow you." Tian ya'er tears do not want money like Hua Hua, actually lying on the ground kowtow.

Wenruolan quickly came to pull her up, simply brought into the room.

"Sit down and say it."

Tian ya'er timidly sat down, two hands on the knee, the child picked up a life is good, skinny looking at the poor.

Wen Ruolan poured a glass of water for her: "your milk has gone?"

"Well, I went to find my father. They brought ya'er and left." Tian ya'er looks up at Wen Ruolan with tears: "Miss, ya'er can do anything, really."

Wen Ruolan helped her forehead for a long time before she said, "OK, but I don't need a maid. You can follow my mother. You don't need to do anything. Just help to coax Wen Yan."

"Thank you, miss." Tian ya'er said that she had to kneel down again. Wen Ruolan stopped her in a hurry and asked, "have you come so long to see the second aunt's family?"

Tian ya'er shakes her head.

"Well, go back to my room and sleep. I'm tired, too." Wenruolan let Tian ya'er go back, he brought hot water to wipe his body, put on a clean suit to go to bed, for a long time not so comfortable, hum a turn over a few body fell asleep.

Yao Lu, Dongfang Yi is playing chess. After a long time, he says, "marriage?"

Weng Chong hung his head: "yes, the Empress Dowager and the emperor have already helped the ninth prince to take a fancy to Ning Caiwei, the eldest granddaughter of an Guogong. The date is set for August 15. It's time for the ninth prince to get up and go back to the palace."

Dongfang Yi uses a little strength to hold the chess piece. It's still her, Ning Caiwei.

Putting down the pieces, Dongfang Yi slowly raises his head: "Weng Chong."

"The old slave is here." Weng Chong immediately drooped his head lower, he faintly felt that the current ninth prince was not the person he used to be, and the invisible pressure made him a little unbearable.

"Nine imperial concubine's matter this palace really considered, and also had the candidate, you go back to tell father Huang, say son unfilial, won't marry Ning Caiwei." With that, Dongfang Yi picks up the sunspot and looks at the chessboard.

Weng Chong didn't look up for a long time. When he heard Luozi's voice, he was a little relieved: "dare to ask the ninth prince, which lady is your favorite. I'll go back to tell the emperor."

"Wenruolan." Dongfang Yi sips his tea cup. He is still studying how to break the deadlock. Hearing Weng Chong kneel, he frowns a little.

"Absolutely not, I dare say that the ninth prince must take back his life. I have two things to do this time. One is to ask the ninth prince to return to the palace,