The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan and lengzhijun look at each other.

"Bring it in." Dongfang Yi is silent all the time. He is filled with anger in his heart. In his eyes, the man with an iron blue face curled up in front of him is to blame for his death.

"Give me, give me the antidote." Ziyin's hair is in disorder, and his Taoist robes are all in pieces. He is convulsing on the ground.

Wen Ruolan took out the pills she had brought and threw them.

Ziyin grabs her hand and just about to throw it into her mouth, suddenly she stares: "you! You want to poison me

"Yes." Wen Ruolan nodded seriously: "so you know this kind of thing is poisonous? But didn't you say that? You can be light and healthy. Let's eat. I still have a lot to manage. If you die, we will manage to bury you. How about benevolence and righteousness? "

Ziyin's teeth are biting, and the veins on his hand are protruding. The whole human eye is popping out: "poisonous woman..."

make love!

This slap in the face made the Ziyin groan, and the corners of the mouth bled.

As soon as Liuzi turned around, his kung fu disappeared. He was so scared that Ziyin didn't dare to say anything.

Dongfang Yi frowned slightly: "if you dare to say anything, you'd better die."

"Yes, it suits me." Leng Zhijun took out the human skin drum, crackling on it.

With the sound of the drum, Ziyin suddenly rolled on the ground like a big snake. He could not speak, so he could only catch something and smash it on his head.

"It's a small matter whether I die or not, but I haven't tried this medicine yet." Wen Ruolan sighed: "it's better to be locked in a cage and take pills for three meals a day. Take it for seven days and forty-nine days to see how it turns out?"

Leng Zhijun stopped the drum and glanced at the gasping voice on the ground with disdain: "it's useless. When you go back and catch his elder martial brother this time, the second-class goods will die. It's not a good thing to learn."

"I'm still useful." Ziyin's voice changed its tone and reluctantly raised his head: "I know that elder martial brother has a way to crack the pill, and that prescription also knows. Don't kill me."

"It's stupid to believe you." Wen Ruolan curled his lips: "can mercury poisoning be saved?"

"Yes, yes, those things are mutually reinforcing. Otherwise, they will die suddenly? What's more, the emperor wants to make the princess of ChiYan the queen. How can he die after a big marriage? "

Kuang just kicks. Dongfang Yi is too lazy to ask Liuzi to do it. He just kicks Ziyin's chest. Wen Ruolan hears the sound of bone fracture, and his forehead jerks. He didn't know that before.

Ziyin was kicked off, hit the wall and bounced back, lying on the ground and couldn't move.

"Let him be comfortable for a while, write a prescription and take the poisonous insects." Dongfang Yi said to Leng Zhijun.

Leng Zhijun is still beating the drum, but this time the drum is more peaceful.

After a while, Ziyin can sit up.

A servant sent the ink, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ziyin didn't dare to delay, so she finished writing a little bit and sent it to the servant with two hands shaking.

Jiading looks at him in disgust and turns to Dongfang Yi.

Wen Ruolan went over to see that Leng Zhijun was not so anxious. Instead, he was in front of Ziyin. It must be hard to say that he had been poisoned by a poisonous insect. However, he lasted a lot of time, and as soon as he entered the door, she smelled the smell of heartbroken grass. Could heartbroken grass really control his own poisonous insect?

Over there, Wen Ruolan had already written a prescription for the principle of mutual restraint and mutual growth of herbal medicine, and brought it over: "madam, can you help me to have a look?"

"Xiefang?" Leng Zhijun is stunned. If you take this medicine, you can't give it to others?

Wen Ruolan nodded: "there is no other way."

Leng Zhijun looked back at Ziyin and put on a cruel smile: "or try with him?"

"Yes." Dongfang Yi suddenly got up and said, "take care of him. Let's go back."

Wen Ruolan wants to ask again. Seeing that Dongfang Yi's face is not good, she carefully pulls his sleeve.

Dongfang Yi whispered, "a letter is coming."

Wen Ruolan said nothing and got up: "madam, let's go back and talk about it."

When he went out and got into the carriage, Dongfang Yi rode as usual.

"From Weng Chong?" Asked Dongfang Yi.

"Yes." Liuzi replied.

Weng Chong has not heard from him for a long time. Suddenly he sends out a letter. It must be something serious happened in Yandu. The bad feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

"Protect the princess." After Dongfang Yi's command, the horse's belly is pinched, the horse hisses and runs out.

In the carriage, Leng Zhijun was still thinking about heartbroken grass and his own poisonous insects. He had no time to listen to others.

But Wen Ruolan was very restless. He resisted the urge to ask Liuzi to come in and take out a prescription to study. Although diarrhea can quickly metabolize the poison in the body, it can also cause great damage to people. It's like two armies fighting against each other, killing 1000 enemies and losing 800. Eventually, it needs a prescription to make up for it.

Along the way, Wen Ruolan's mind is a hodgepodge of all kinds of medicinal materials, finally wrote a second prescription, turned his head: "madam."

"Can heartbroken herb really control the poison of Datura?" Leng Zhijun really couldn't figure it out. He asked.

Wen Ruolan shook his head: "no, but that man practiced a very strange skill, so he didn't attack so quickly. If Mandala meets heartbroken grass again, he will surely die."

"Strange skill?" Leng Zhijun shook his head: "it seems that there are people outside."

With emotion, he took over the prescription, put the laxative prescription and the tonic prescription together, looked at them for a long time, and then nodded: "it's OK to protect your life, but even if you survive, I'm afraid it's a useless person."

"As the king of a country, as long as the brain is not broken, it's OK." Wen Ruolan said, lifted the curtain, and soon came to the palace.

No matter what happens, he must pacify Dongfang Yi, take two squares and put them into his sleeve: "madam, it's hard work. Go back and have a rest early. We'll all go to the manor tomorrow morning."

"Wen Ruolan, are you really kind or stupid?" Leng Zijun suddenly said such a sentence.

Wen Ruolan blinked: "if you have something to say, madam, you may as well say it directly."

"Emperor Yan is very old. Recently, there have been frequent accidents. People are suffering from famine. Do you and King Rui still want to save him? Shouldn't we prepare for it and replace it? " There is no taboo about Lengzhi Junsi.

Wen Ruolan dropped her eyes: "my wife doesn't know something. People all over the world think that the royal family is the most merciless. But king Rui is not a merciless person. Ruolan is not a vicious person. Although he is the emperor, he is also the father."

Leng Zhijun took a deep look at Wen Ruolan, got out of the carriage and left.

Wen Ruolan went straight to the study.

The door of the study is open. As soon as you enter the door, you can see Dongfang Yi lying on the couch with an arm covering his forehead. You can't see his face clearly.

"My husband." Wen Ruolan called softly and came to sit beside the soft couch.

Dongfang Yi didn't say a word.

"I've written the prescription and will send it back to Yandu immediately. I'm sure I can..."

"He should die." Dongfang Yi suddenly breaks in on Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan trembles all over. Then he sees tears rolling down the corner of Dongfang Yi's eyes. He reaches out his hand and gently holds it: "is something wrong with his mother's concubine?"

Besides Chen Fei, who can make Dongfang Yi like this?

Dongfang Yi sits up and doesn't care if there are tears on his face. He looks at Wen Ruolan and says, "I'll kill him!"

Wen Ruolan quickly reached out and covered his mouth: "don't be angry, don't be angry, I listen to you, OK? Calm down. "

Dongfang Yi reaches out his hand and embraces Wen Ruolan in his arms. In his arms, Wen Ruolan hears the beating heart like a drum. He gently hugs his waist: "don't scare me, don't mess up the square inch, OK?"

"Good." Dongfang Yi looks down at Wen Ruolan's raised face and says, "my mother is still in my belly..."

Wen Ruolan forced to hold him: "don't say, eh?"

"I'm going to kill him." Dongfang Yi squeezed out of his teeth and stopped talking.