The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan stands up and exercises to relieve the soreness of the whole body.

Granddaughter-in-law asked the maid to bring water: "Miss, you can have something to eat after you clean your hands. It's time for the Lord to come back."

Wen Ruolan nodded: "you all step down."

She didn't want to be in full view of the next thing. After all, what should be noisy was enough. The wedding night was always a private affair.

Sun Po Tzu laughed: "miss can be careful, tonight picture a lively, listen to the window root is not a few."

Wen Ruolan

After washing her hands, Mrs. sun sent Mrs. Xi and her maid. There were only eight Liang left in the room to wait on her. Wen Ruolan sat on the chair, picked up chopsticks and was about to open the door.

Dongfang Yi Dahong staggers into the door and sees Wen Ruolan sitting under the red candle. With a look of astonishment, she walks over and sits beside her. Her mouth is full of wine: "don't you want to be with her husband?"

"You've been eating and drinking all afternoon, and I'm starving." Wen Ruolan picked up a pill and put it in the bowl: "eight Liang, prepare the wine soup for the king."

"Yes, miss." Eight Liang immediately went out, and the palace came several times, which was familiar.

Next to sun's mother-in-law came a pair of silver cups with a small wine pot on them. As soon as he came near, Dongfang Yi raised his hand and said, "go down."

"Yes, Lord." Sun put down her things, gave a courtesy, and closed the door. She couldn't stay at the door tonight. Listening to the window root also wanted to be lively. She couldn't break the rules. But at a glance, she couldn't help but go over and poke the head of the bell language lying at the window root like a small animal: "you are noisy."

"Shh..." Ling Yu made a silent movement, raised her finger to the eaves, and sun raised her head, took a breath of air, and left with a faint cough.

"This dress looks good." Dongfang Yi reaches for Wen Ruolan's waist and sticks it to her ear: "you can't come back without pretending to be drunk. You don't want to neglect your wife on a happy day."

Madame two words swam between his lips and tongue again, with a warm wine intoxicating, Wen Ruolan slightly partial small face: "well, how to be heard by others?"

Dongfang Yi laughed in a low voice: "tell your husband to listen."

"Husband, husband." Wen Ruolan was pinched out and had to open her mouth. When she opened her mouth, she found that she stammered nervously.

"Madame." Dongfang Yi says, leaning forward, and Wen Ruolan is about to be overwhelmed. He quickly reaches for Dongfang Yi's neck.

"They are hungry." Wen Ruolan didn't dare to look at his eyes. He could only stare at his chest.

Dongfang Yi's big hand reached over and hooked her chin: "that's going to drink Heying wine, too."

Wen Ruolan nodded and was held in her arms by Dongfang Yi. She put a big hand around her slender waist and poured two glasses of wine with one hand. The glasses were tied together with a red rope. One person took one and almost put his forehead next to his.

Dongfang Yi looks up at her. He happens to look at Wen Ruolan. He just looks at himself. He takes a sip of the wine and quickly gets close to her. He locks his lips and pries open his teeth. A glass of wine is sent to Wen Ruolan's mouth. The aroma of the wine makes him snort.

Wen Ruolan only felt that Qinliang and hot poured in together. He gulped down and immediately his eyes were covered with tears.

Dongfang Yi licks the corners of her lips with satisfaction, opens her mouth and looks at the wine glass in her hand.

Wen Ruolan takes the wine cup and delivers it. Dongfang Yi picks an eyebrow: "didn't you learn? Fortunately, there is still a pot of wine. How many times can I teach my wife? "

As the voice fell, Wen Ruolan followed his example and pouted his little lips. He had a deeper smile at the bottom of his eyes, but he refused to let go. He held up the man in his arms and went straight to the big bed.

Wen Ruolan grabbed his skirt and said, "I'll send you some wine and soup later."

Dongfang Yi drooped his eyes: "then she's an elm brain shell."

“……！” Wen Ruolan hung in his arms, climbed up and stuck it in his ear: "there must be a lot of people listening outside?"

When Dongfang Yi puts people on the bed, they are pressed down and look down at her: "are you afraid?"

Wen Ruolan droops her eyes. I'm afraid it won't happen, but it's embarrassing.

"Don't you think it's different?" Dongfang Yi's voice is a little hoarse.

Wen Ruolan shook his head, in addition to a little hot, a little confused in the heart, a little dizzy in the brain, there is really no other feeling.

Dongfang Yi kneaded her collar button twice. The collar was open. Her white skin was covered with powder. She leaned over and bit her clavicle.

Her body trembled, and Wen Ruolan finally found something wrong. Although she understood the meaning of the bridal chamber again, it was the first time after all. Such a fierce desire made her whole body burn up, and she snorted: "that wine..."

"Little nerd." Dongfang Yi raises her eyes to see her confused look. She can't control it any more. At this moment, there is a snap outside. The bell language is so scared that she gets up and runs away. She accidentally touches the flowerpot.

Dongfang Yi frowns, puts down the window curtain and looks at Wen Ruolan with a pink face: "take you to a good place."

Wen Ruolan only felt hot and dry all over, and her star eyes lifted slightly: "well."

Seeing that she is so docile, Dongfang Yi puts up her hand and presses the mechanism. Holding her, she falls directly from the wedding bed. Wen Ruolan is so scared that the whole person gets into Dongfang Yi's arms, and her small hand tightly clasps his waist.

After walking for a while, Dong Fang Yi stopped and said, "open your eyes."

Wen Ruolan heard the murmur of water, heard the singing of birds and smelled the fragrance of flowers. When she opened her eyes, she was amazed by everything in front of her. The round bed was red and full of flowers. There was a spring nearby. She thought it was in the wild. When she looked up, she saw the big and small night pearls hanging on the dome.

"Where is this?"

"Our bridal chamber."

When Dongfang Yi's voice falls, Wen Ruolan's body shudders at the sound of the brocade, and the coolness comes like a white bamboo shoot.

"You, take it easy."

"Well."

Two people's breathing entangled together, the bed brocade was half dragged to the bed, only a light cry: "pain."

"No pain." Dongfang Yi is lying in her ear: "the flower path has never been swept by visitors. Now the Pengmen gate is opened for you."

Wen Ruolan's face turned red to her neck. Before she could speak, she dared not open her eyes.

Mind a blank, white flowers bloom, the body is like a cloud, nowhere to land, and like a boat on the sea, fluttering, just want to grasp something in the hand.

Dongfang Yi looks at her trying to bear the pain, turns over and holds the person up on her.

In the end, Wen Ruolan fainted. Before he fainted, he vaguely said, "you bastard, you're going to kill your daughter-in-law."

When the tiger body shakes, Dongfang Yi can't hold her any more. He takes her in his arms with infinite attachment. After a long time, he gets up and takes her to the wooden house next to the spring. The wooden house is warm as spring. The person in his arms is weak and boneless. He has to hold her and sit in the bath bucket with his knees crossed. He cleans her up, pulls her clean robe around her, and strides back to the bed. On the bed, the plum blossom blooms and shines brightly.

"Ruolan, my husband will leave for three days at most. I'm afraid it's not right to take you." Dongfang Yi holds her in his arms and leans against the bed: "it's more worrying to stay."

The person in the bosom rubbed rubbed, sobbed gently, mumbled vaguely: "it hurts."