The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

He was a black cotton padded robe with dark patterns. His hair was tied with a silver crown. He wore a sword on his waist with a red spike.

A pair of bright eyes, into the door stand firm, eyes fell on Wen Ruolan's face, just a moment away, step forward to kneel.

Wen Ruolan quickly reached out to help: "Qiao Tongling must not."

It was Qiao Chu who was stationed in Longhe.

Qiao Chu took up his posture and clasped his fists with both hands: "I can afford to help my benefactor."

Tan Junyan looked at the two people with interest, his eyes narrowed slightly. It really took no effort. Sure enough, his own people were right. Wen Ruolan was a chic person. It seemed that he had chosen the right one to pay homage to such a powerful general as Qiao Chu.

Wen Ruolan laughed awkwardly: "where is the medicine lady? Don't Qiao Tongling know? The drug lady has been gone since four months ago. "

Qiao Chu cleared his throat: "this is not a bad thing. Miss zuolan's friend can't see through Qiao. The prince of ChiYan country lives in Anju town. It's really a bad reception in Yan country."

Wenruolan's back is stiff, proton? It turns out that Tan Junyan is also the prince. Oh, he and the prince are really predestined.

"Just run for your life." Tan Junyan frowned: "the state of Yan is not only poorly entertained. It's said that all the merchant ships of ChiYan have been ransacked. I haven't seen an explanation from the emperor of Yan for such a long time."

"The emperor has his own decision. Since the prince wants to go to the shogunate, I'd better lead the way." Qiao Chu said, slightly sideways to make a please gesture.

"I'm afraid I can't refuse." Tan Junyan said and walked out. When he passed by Wen Ruolan, he gave a pause: "don't you want to open a bar? There's a good place for the shogunate. I'll make wine for you. How about you keep me safe? "

Wen Ruolan's mouth is pumping. At this time, how dare you say who is safe?

Generally speaking, the inquiry is directed at Qiao Chu.

Qiao Chu bowed: "there is a post house next to the shogunate. If you don't use it for a long time, you can leave it to miss Zuo to toss about."

A burst of blush, Wen Ruolan feel forehead sweat to drip down, what is to give yourself random toss ah? Whose man is this Qiao Chu? It's killing me.

"Well, Mr. Tan will go ahead, and zuolan will be there tomorrow." Wen Ruolan saw the guests to the door.

No less than 100 soldiers line up neatly, Qiao Chu accompanied Tan Junyan to leave the courtyard.

Wen Ruolan wants to cry at the door. Her sense of destiny makes her want to run. But where should she go? It's a small thing to have no money on yourself. As long as you are in the state of Yan, you will never think about freedom.

A horizontal heart, you have to earn money!

The night tossed and turned, the day just dawned was awakened by the sound of footsteps from outside, just dressed up, heard someone outside ask: "left girl, can you get up?"

Good media?

Wen Ruolan steady steady mind, push the door: "good boss is really diligent, how early in the morning?"

Good media finally saw Wen Ruolan. A big stone hanging in her heart finally fell to the ground and sighed: "it's all my fault that I'm not strict with my discipline. That tassel has been killed by my staff. The damned girl actually takes advantage of left girl and intends to kill master tan. Such a person with ulterior motives shouldn't live in the world."

Wen Ruolan's brow twisted into a knot in one's heart. Is the tassel dead?

"There are a lot of left girl adults, these are left girl shock." Good media said back: "presented."

White fox coat, red riding suit, black high riding boots embroidered with tree peony, next to the box open, inside Rouge powder is available, a few pieces of jewelry are also carefully selected.

"It's a shame to be so polite." Wen Ruolan looked at the good media: "I'm not in a big way. I don't need to be shocked."

"Take it first, Miss Zuo. Although it's all ordinary things, they are all the things that made a great success in last year's hunting Festival. Besides, good media have something to ask for." Good media said, to the next person to pass a wink, these people immediately sent things into the room.

There are few people in the world who don't know the truth that it's not cheating or stealing to be courteous. Wen Ruolan politely asks the good media to enter the room, and the two take their seats.

"Good boss might as well talk about it."

The good media was a little shocked and said, "it's not Mr. Tan who has been taking care of it. She sent a message early in the morning saying that Miss Zuo has bought the post house of the shogunate and wants to open a bar. I don't dare to boast about others in Liuchu Pavilion. This wine is unique. So

"So everyone earns money. Boss Liang is a smart man." Winorandon said, "but..."

"Miss Zuo, don't worry. I don't expect to earn much money. Just ask Miss Zuo to do me a favor." Good media slightly leaned over to Wen Ruolan's ear: "the wanhualou recently sent a group of official prostitutes. One of them is my distant niece. I can't help it."

Wen Ruolan accurately caught the point, official prostitute!

In ancient times, the crime ministers who had been sent to the prison waiting to be interrogated and executed, and the female family members in the family would be married as official prostitutes.

Is it because of the Longhe River?

Wen Ruolan drooped her eyes and thought, this can make the good media anxious, some fidgety rubbed their hands: "Miss Zuo, as long as you can help, you will not hesitate if you want anything."

Wen Ruolan raised her eyes and looked at the good media, and sighed softly: "it's really looked up by the good boss. Where does Zuo LAN have such ability? If I can, I will, but I can't

The good media's face makes Wen Ruolan feel desolate. Does it mean that her identity has been made public in Anju town? So hard to escape!

"Miss Zuo, as long as she is willing to help, Mr. Tan will do it." Good media lowered his voice: "that Tan childe's Di Xi Liu cup Pavilion knows, the people under his hand are not good stubble, save a little girl absolutely no problem."

Wen Ruolan was greatly relieved and sneered: "boss Liang is really accurate. In this way, he really can't refuse."

"There's no need to hide left girl. Mr. Tan has a good eye for left girl. It's impossible to find such a clever person in Anju town." Good media took out a picture from her sleeve and handed it to Wen Ruolan: "this picture is my niece, whose boudoir name is Furong."

Wen Ruolan almost sat unsteadily, reached for it and opened it. Looking at the person on the portrait, he could not restrain his excitement and his voice trembled: "is this your niece?"

Hibiscus! She never thought that she would meet Furong in this situation. When did the little widow of Wenjia village become the niece of good matchmaker?

A large group of question marks make Wen Ruolan's brain AChE. She doesn't understand others, but Furong is different.

Good matchmaker Mou son shrunk: "is left girl to recognize her?"

Wen Ruolan nodded: "yes, I have. But she was not a rich girl at that time. I want to ask boss Liang. Since you want me to save people, it's not right for you to hide her origin?"

The good matchmaker's face was stiff, and he couldn't take the words.

Wen Ruolan slapped the portrait on the table: "I'm sorry, I can't do it!"

Where are the rich relatives of Furong? How could she be good media's niece? Now inexplicably become a prostitute, Furong exactly experienced what?

"Don't be angry, Miss Zuo." The good matchmaker stood up anxiously: "I'm also entrusted by others. I don't want to hide from Miss Zuo. This woman is pregnant and is the outer room of today's eight kings. I don't know who took her to Anju Town, so she will be a government prostitute."

Wen Ruolan rubbed and stood up: "boss Liang, you are so brave! You don't have to pull me as a back cushion to die, do you? You think I'll help you if you've provoked the king today? "

Good media sighed: "Tan childe is the prince of ChiYan country, he must have a way."

Wen Ruolan sneered: "good boss, you are really calculating."