The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Bazhou coastal defense station.

Dongfang Yi gets out of the carriage and kneels down on his knees to meet Ning Yangui, the general of the generation of an Guogong.

Ning Yangui is in her thirties. She has white beard, black and silver civilian clothes, and kneels down on one knee: "Your Highness, King Rui."

Dongfang Yi took a few steps and helped her to get up: "general Ning has been defending the border for many years. He has made great achievements. Fortunately, there is a general in charge of the sea defense of Dayan. Please get up quickly."

Ning Yangui got up and said, "Rui Wang has been working hard all the way. First, he goes to the post house to have a rest for two days. Two days later, Yangui will go out to sea for inspection, so that all the officers and soldiers can feel the majesty of the Royal grace."

"That's just right." Dongfang Yi and Ning Yangui go to the post house side by side.

The post house is built near the sea with towering bamboo buildings. It's chilly in spring in Yandu, but it's full of spring in Bazhou. There are fishing boats in twos and threes on the sea, and seagulls are flying between the blue sky and the blue sea.

On the third floor of the bamboo tower are the viewing platform and the assembly hall. Dongfang Yi stands in front of the railing of the viewing platform. The vast sea in front of him broadens his mood. After all, this life is different. In the past, I only heard that general Ning had brilliant talent when he was young. In middle age, he built the coastal defense of Bazhou into the iron wall of Dayan kingdom. Finally, this life was destined to meet.

A maid brought hot tea and fruit. The company took a rest on the second floor. Only Dongfang Yi and Ning Yangui stood on the viewing platform.

"The letter from an Guogong came first?" Dongfang Yi looks far away.

Ning Yan returns to hang head: "already arrived, also arrived together have imperial edict."

"General Ning's daughter married Yu Hualin. It's a good marriage." Dongfang Yi turned around and said, "what do you think, general?"

With these words, Ning Yangui's face changed slightly and sighed softly: "I've been ashamed of Caiwei for many years. The pain of losing my wife makes me neglect to take care of her. Fortunately, Wang Renhou of Rui gives her peace, which is also a beautiful thing."

Dongfang Yi nodded admiringly and said, "Rong Guogong's daughter has been waiting for many years, and the general's main room has been empty for many years. Now Caiwei has settled down. It's time to continue the incense for him."

"This..." When it comes to this, Ning Yangui is quite impressive. He feels guilty when his disputes are brought up many years later.

"Leng Qiuyu, the deputy general under his command, is a talented person. He is a natural general. The general should cultivate him with care. The king should not say more about the affairs in the mansion. The general should make more decisions. The Duke of an is too old to work hard."

"What the LORD said is that after Yan GUI took the Lord to patrol the sea, he went back to Yandu with Qiuyu. The Lord took care of the family affairs of his subordinates. Not to mention 300000 Ningjia troops, even his subordinates were willing to serve for him." Ning Yan pauses for a moment: "but Wang Ye also needs to pay more attention. Recently, many water ghosts have come to Bazhou. It's not that his subordinates don't want to wipe out the roots, but they want to maintain the current balance. For many years, ChiYan country has been facing our big Yan across the sea, so they have to guard against them."

Dongfang Yi nodded slightly.

"Qiao Chu was a talented young man. Although the maritime affairs were not good enough, the marching and fighting were almost the same Ning Yangui said, took out a volume of map from his sleeve and opened it.

Two people stand around the table. Ning Yangui knows everything and says everything. Dongfang Yi has a calm face and bright eyes.

It was not until late at night that Dongfang Yi went back to his bedroom to have a rest. The carrier pigeon came and landed at the window. He raised his hand and the pigeon landed on his arm.

He took the letter from the pigeon's leg, and just opened the corner of his eyes, a smile appeared. He looked at the words above several times and leaned on the couch with his eyes closed.

All the events of Yandu are under our control, only one thing is missing!

Then he opened his eyes, his eyes slightly chilly, got up and came to the desk, brushed a little bit and wrote a long letter. After signing, he sealed it with fire paint and said: "Liuzi."

Liuzi appeared in response: "Lord."

"Eight hundred miles to the princess in a hurry, no mistake."

"Yes." Liuzi wrote a letter and just left.

"Slow." Dongfang Yi got up, took off his sword from the wall and handed it to him: "tell me personally, if you don't like it, it's OK to kill it."

Liuzi shakes his hand, looks at Dongfang Yi again, and immediately takes over his deep eyes: "yes, my subordinates go back in person."

In the dead of night, with the moon hanging high, Dongfang Yi stands at the window and takes out a jade flute. The sound of the flute is sometimes stirring and sometimes lingering. The sea breeze blows, and the hair is dancing between the temples.

*****

After a night of silence, Wen Ruolan came to the hall of the department store early the next morning. The hall that had been arranged was still empty. She went to the high platform in the middle and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's all sorted out, miss." Ba Liang took the list and put it in front of Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan sat down and looked at the above regional division, price positioning, pondering for a moment: "eight Liang, let Anshun come here."

After a cup of tea, Anshun came to Wen Ruolan and said, "what's your order, princess?"

Wen Ruolan gave him the letters prepared in advance: "all the letters are sent to Anju Town, one to zuijianzhao's Pearl, and one to Ruyi Fang's boss Ye. People who have gone Don't have to hurry to come back, and they will return when they get the reply."

"Yes, I'll arrange for someone to do it." Anshun takes it respectfully.

Arranged, someone has come, Wen Ruolan left the high platform and went behind the screen.

An hour later, the crowd was so crowded that Mr. Jin personally presided over the auction. It was very busy. Finally, all the stalls were finalized, and the annual rent was paid on the spot.

Mr. Jin's admiration for Wen Ruolan has reached the point where he can't help fighting against Mrs. Jin.

On the same day, he made a lot of money. Looking at the world, is there a second businessman?

Back to the back house.

Wen Ruolan smilingly sorted out these banknotes and handed them to Ba Liang: "Mr. Jin, how about we open a bank?"

Mr. Jin was drinking tea. With a shake of his hand, he turned to smile: "is this private property or Royal Property?"

Wen Ruolan raised her eyebrow: "of course it's private property, but I don't want to make trouble with anyone who wants to."

"It's the best." Mr. Jin stroked his beard and said, "it's very rare that Yandu has been calm recently."

"The rain is coming and the wind is blowing all over the building. At this time, it's the best policy to be alone. Mr. Jin, tomorrow I'll go with Mr. Zhou to meet Mr. Leng in bawangfu."

"Did the princess ever think about the relationship between Leng Zhijun and Rong Guogong?" Kim looked at her with a smile.

Wen Ruolan's eyes widened: "you mean..."

Mr. Jin nodded slightly: "it's good to know. It's right not to mention it. Duke Rong's fortune is about to rise now. It's hard and sweet“

"What does Mr. Jin mean? Is that the reason why the Duke of Rongguo fell?" Wen Ruolan has understood.

"Just have a good idea." Mr. Jin put down his tea cup.

Wen Ruolan nodded: "old Jin Ruolan understood."

When Zhou came late, he looked much better.

Wen Ruolan arranged for Zhou to stay with him, and soon Weng Chong arrived.

"Manager Weng? Why are you here? " Wen Ruolan was a little surprised.

Weng rushed over to salute: "princess, we've come here to bring a message. There's something happening in the east palace. The prince is very ill. I'm afraid we'll invite you to the palace."

Wen Ruolan frowned slightly: "what's the identity of manager Weng, but he brought the emperor's meaning?"

"The emperor means..." Weng Chong lowered his voice: "I can't go back to heaven."

Wen Ruolan's heart is tight for no reason. Once again, she sees the heartlessness of the royal family and feels a bit desolate.

"Manager Weng can go back to the palace."

"Yes." Weng Chong left. Zhou Butong came out from behind and sat beside him.

"Mr. Zhou, what should Ruolan do about this?" Wen Ruolan inquired and looked at Zhou Butong.

Zhou Difeng pondered for a moment: "the holy will can't be violated, the princess should make a decision early."