The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan quietly sat beside him, quietly holding him, can only use this way to accompany him through every second of the night.

He was quiet and disturbing. Several times Wen Ruolan tried to open his mouth and saw that his locked brows were closed.

"Go to sleep." Dongfang Yi finally made a sound, as if he had been sanded.

Wen Ruolan shook his head and gently leaned on his back.

"After Rong Yifei got married, she was sent to Bazhou. Now she can't leave the imperial palace. Let's stay there. Weng Chong can protect her." Dongfang Yi pauses: "if he wants to marry Princess Jima, Cangwu's country will surely go to war. We'll watch on the wall then."

"Dongfang Yi." Wen Ruolan came around and got off the couch, squatted in front of him and raised his head: "don't be influenced by emotion, OK?"

Dongfang Yi reached out and pulled her up. Looking at her raised abdomen, her eyes turned red: "is it nearly six months?"

"Well, soon." Wen Ruolan's hand on his shoulder, let him gently touch his belly like a pearl.

"It's three months away, isn't it?" "Is it a boy or a girl?" she said

Wen Ruolan gently stroked his hair: "whether boys or girls, we all like it, right?"

"Yes, it's a girl, so she won't be as tired as I am." Dongfang Yi raised his head and said, "anyway, I must wait for the baby to be born safely. It's not emotional. I'm calm."

"Good." Wen Ruolan reluctantly hooked his lips and squeezed out a smile.

The two of them sat on the couch, watching the dark night outside, the sun rising.

"I..." Wen Ruolan was just about to speak.

Dongfang Yi then turned over and lay down, stretched out his arm: "sleep with me for a while."

"Good." Wen Ruolan was lying in his arms. His eyes ached as soon as he closed them.

Dongfang Yi looks at her little face, and her eyes fall down on her sleeve, which shows the corner of the paper.

Reach out, just about to open it.

"It's my prescription." Wen Ruolan closed his eyes and said.

After Dongfang Yi gives a hum, the paper is torn to pieces. If he doesn't save it, he won't save it anyway.

Wen Ruolan didn't say a word and rubbed his arms.

Dongfang Yi patted her gently until she fell asleep and walked out of the room.

Outside the door, Liuzi kept watch all night, and the messenger knelt still outside the door.

"Go back to Yandu and tell Weng Chong that everything is going according to the plan."

The messenger nodded, got up and went out.

"Lord." Liuzi follows Dongfang Yi one step forward.

Dongfang Yi stands with a negative hand. Looking at the newborn sun in the East, he narrows his eyes slightly: "prepare the carriage and take the Leng sisters to the manor."

Wen Ruolan woke up with empress Xue sitting beside her. She was stunned for a moment and wanted to get up. But empress Xue pressed her shoulder: "don't move. It's not good for children to toss about like this."

"Where is the Lord?" Wen Ruolan looks around and can't see Dongfang Yi.

"Early in the morning, he went to my side and said that I should take good care of you these days. I'm afraid I'll be busy." The Empress Dowager sighed: "this child moved, really angry."

"Aunt, what can father and son do when they turn into enemies?" Wen Ruolan closed her eyes: "Princess Chen has a miscarriage."

"Aunt or that sentence, should not give up." The Empress Dowager Xue's eyes were firm: "no matter what, you can't be soft hearted."

Wen Ruolan didn't speak. She closed her eyes and recuperated, but she was very upset. She was not soft hearted and didn't give up. But how could she always feel that something was wrong? Will Princess Chen write to let Dongfang Yi rebel? Obviously not.

Since that day, Dongfang Yi hasn't been back to her home for a week. Wen Ruolan gradually calms down and takes care of her baby.

Eight Liang hurried in with a letter in his hand: "Miss, Miss Furong has written."

Wen Ruolan took it over and opened it. Finally, she had a happy look on her face: "Furong gave birth to a boy. It's really good luck."

The rosary beads in the hands of Empress Dowager Xue, who was chanting Sutras in front of the nearby Buddhist hall, stopped. She opened her eyes and closed them to continue chanting sutras.

"Miss is so happy. Who is this lotus?" Eight Liang asked.

Wen Ruolan put down his heart: "it's my old friend. This child is the flesh and blood of the eight kings."

"Patta." When the rosary beads fell to the ground, Empress Dowager Xue repeated: "sin, sin." After kowtowing, he got up and sat beside Wen Ruolan: "the blood of the eight kings?"

"Yes, it's still that Furong was sent to Anju town years ago. Now Bawang is also in Anju town. I'm afraid she's overjoyed." Wen Ruolan couldn't help laughing. He was happy for Furong. Moreover, it should be no accident that the grain was sent to Cangwu.

The Empress Dowager Xue frowned: "in this way, the person who really wants to do it may not be king Rui."

"Ah?" Wen Ruolan was stunned, and then he understood.

The Empress Dowager Xue looked out of the window at the sky meaningfully: "this son has come too soon. It's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided."

Wen Ruolan put down her mind, wrote a reply to Furong, and wrote a few recipes to take care of her body. She did everything well so that the messenger could take her back to Anju Town, and also sent some gifts.

That night, Dongfang Yi came back. Tired, he came to Wen Ruolan's room and fell asleep.

After parting, he didn't have time to say a few words about himself. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, Wen Ruolan turned around and went out to prepare the meal himself. Ba Liang came in with a food box and put it on the table beside the bed. Then he retired.

An hour later, Dongfang Yi wakes up.

"Hungry?" Wenruolan put a wet towel on the ground.

Dongfang Yi then wiped his face: "I'm hungry. I'm starving to death, but it's worth the trip. In the future, the food of Xinyue will be our food in southern Xinjiang."

It turned out that he had gone to xinyueguo.

Wen Ruolan handed over the chopsticks: "eat something, pad, wash for a while, and then have a good sleep."

"I'm not tired. I heard that Furong gave birth to a boy. It's a life threatening charm." Dongfang Yi comes over and sits at the table. He takes a big bite to eat. He doesn't look so expensive.

This is exactly the same as what empress Xue said. Wen Ruolan was silent.

Rong Yifei and yuan'er's marriage is just around the corner.

After resting for two days, Dongfang Yi takes Wen Ruolan to the manor.

Manor in the southwest of Southern Xinjiang, covering an extremely vast area, now in July, everywhere is green.

On the carriage, Dongfang Yi puts the accounts of the manor in front of Wen Ruolan: "there are two manors like this in southern Xinjiang, and the rest of the fields belong to the royal family, but they are all rented out. Remember to manage these accounts."

Wen Ruolan nodded.

"There is a monk in that mountain. I haven't said that for a long time, but now I want to tell you that he is the Xue family. After becoming a monk, he followed the Empress Dowager here and lived in seclusion in the mountain forest. If the opportunity is right, you can see him."

Wen Ruolan looked up in amazement.

Dongfang Yi smiles: "don't think about it. Originally, I thought my parents in law would not go back to Yandu. But a few days ago, I sent someone to pick them up in Wenjia village, but it was a little late. In a month or two, they should come to southern Xinjiang. In this way, we will all feel more at ease."

"Did I hide something from you?" Wen Ruolan bowed his head with guilt.

Dongfang Yi said with a smile: "if you don't say it, don't you know it for your husband? Since his father-in-law is the Xue family, let's go back to our ancestors. When Dongfang Yuhong was fighting, many big families were in decline. Now those who should be reunited should be reunited. "

Dongfang Yuhong these four words hit on Wen Ruolan's heart top son, she cherishes of lift Mou: "don't force oneself anxious."

Dongfang Yi picked his eyebrows with a little free and easy: "where will it be? I'm afraid someone is going to push him