The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan's mind is full of worries after walking through the gate of hell. However, she also wants to open her mind. They all say what the future will be like. However, life goes by day. After taking good care of herself, she lets Dongfang Yi go to Bazhou. It's not clear what the eighth prince will be like.

It's hard for me to survive. I don't know a lot of things.

Dongfang Yi sleeps a lot, but she doesn't sleep well for some days. She doesn't move either. She just looks at the way he sleeps and his wisp of white hair. She has to find a way to dye it back. Apart from other things, it seems to bring a kind of weird feeling. The experience is so strange that she has to believe some things.

Dongfang Yi sleeps so much that it's hard to disturb her when she comes back. Wen Ruolan quietly orders her to go to the kitchen and ask someone to prepare food.

This sleep was refreshing. When I opened my eyes, I saw Wen Ruolan holding her baby to feed her, swallowing her saliva and sitting beside her: "isn't it all about nanny? How can we still rely on it? "

Wen Ruolan raised his head and glared at him: "thanks for what you said? Our children grow up eating other people's milk, you don't feel uncomfortable, I still feel bad

"It's the same for anyone who didn't grow up eating the milk of a wet nurse." Dongfang Yi murmurs, looking at the guy holding the food, his heart is tense.

Wen Ruolan laughed: "you are not. You grew up eating wolf's milk."

"How do you know?" Dongfang Yi is in the mood and sits cross legged on the opposite side, smiling.

Wen Ruolan changed another one for the child to eat, the voice is not slow: "or where do you come from? It's said that tiger poison doesn't eat son. It's good for you to wait for your son to carry it. "

Dongfang Yi choked for a moment, and came up to him and asked in a low voice, "can you take this boy's blessing and taste the taste of human milk?"

Wen Ruolan's face turned red, and he quickly covered it with his clothes: "hurry to wash, don't be poor here."

"Mean." Seeing her blush, Dongfang Yi's smile deepened, but he didn't go any further and got out of bed to wash outside.

"Give your son a name." Wen Ruolan talks to him.

Dongfang Yi puts the towel on the shelf, arranges his robes and comes in: "anything will do. Don't the people say that it's easy to support them?"

Originally, the suckling little guy spat out his nipple and tears came out with his mouth turned.

This son made Wen Ruolan laugh, reached out and pinched his small face: "don't listen to your father's nonsense, we have to have a good name. Eat quickly, go to sleep when you're full, and grow up quickly."

Dongfang Yi is crazy with envy. The way Wen Ruolan talks to her child is so beautiful, so gentle, so...: "after confinement, can you cough..."

"Forty two days, Lord, can you wait?" Wen Ruolan saw that the child did not eat, looked up: "mother sun, he is asleep, send it back."

When the granddaughter-in-law came in and left with the little son in her arms, she did not look askance in the whole process. It was necessary to pretend to be deaf. Otherwise, the little couple would not care about what they said.

Dongfang Yi came and sat by the bed: "I can't wait, but I can't give up."

"You have to do what you have to do. There's a long way to go." Wen Ruolan arranged her clothes and got out of bed: "I asked eight Liang to prepare some delicious meals. After eating these days, she would have a good rest and do whatever she should do."

Dongfang Yi squats down to help her put on her shoes. Holding her little foot in his big hand, he pinches it: "I'm in such a hurry to drive me away, but don't be a husband when I have a son?"

"Look at your poor mouth Wen Ruolan raised his foot and kicked him: "I've been trying to beat you for a long time. There are many wives and concubines, and many stepmothers. They starved my son to death. They didn't settle accounts with you. You've made a lot of mistakes."

Dongfang Yi smiles, grabs her feet, puts on her socks and shoes, and stoops to pick her up: "how about that? Are you afraid? "

Wen Ruolan was angry and laughed.

Eight Liang set up a table of dishes, light in the majority, Wen Ruolan can eat everything, also dare not eat more.

Dongfang Yi seldom calms down. She enjoys eating with her. It's expensive to eat with her.

But one thing, no matter how Wen Ruolan tried, he didn't mention anything outside. Wen Ruolan couldn't ask any more. In fact, she was worried about the eight kings.

He wants to lead the soldiers back to Yandu, which is obviously the opposite. He sends Furong mother and son here, that is, Tuogu. She is really worried that something will happen.

After dinner, Wen Ruolan finds an excuse to drive Dongfang Yi to her study. Here, hot water comes in. Wen Ruolan is a little relaxed. She changes her clothes and wipes her body. She wants to wash her hair. She cries. She can't say anything. Wen Ruolan is not hard for her. Why don't she get dirty with wine.

When they were all sorted out, they lay on the bed and closed their eyes, accompanied by eight Liang.

Children are surprisingly easy. They never come to eat at night. Wen Ruolan is used to it. Now she is trying to figure out what name is suitable for her.

"Eight Liang, help me choose some names to see which sounds good." Wen Ruolan thought about it and said, "Yinxiang, Qingyu, Zhiyuan, junchi, eh, and shunyao."

Eight Liang scratched his head: "Miss, what do these names mean?"

Wen Ruolan took the trouble to explain one by one. At the end of the explanation, eight Liang repeatedly waved his hand: "Miss, please spare eight Liang. These names are good, but I can't pick out the right one."

Wen Ruolan turned over and said, "either call it dongfangyi."

鈥溾€︹€︺€傗€?Eight Liang speechless, so call can really save trouble very much, later had a second, call Oriental two?

"I'm too busy to prepare in advance." Wen Ruolan turned over and said, "forget it. Let's get a nickname first."

"Yes, miss. If you don't want us to be called by a real son all the time, you'll have an auspicious nickname." Eight Liang agreed.

Wen Ruolan turned over and sat up: "what's the name? Is that watermelon

Eight Liang widened his eyes, completely confused circle, miss, this is a joke, right?

"Eight liang?" Wen Ruolan tilted his head: "don't you like it?"

"Miss, you are not afraid that your servant will be laughed at when she cries like this." Eight Liang that a pair of words seriously heart long appearance yo.

Wen Ruolan nodded and thought, "ruiruirui."

"Yes, that sounds good." Eight Liang clapped his hands: "the title of our Lord is Rui Wang. That's a good name."

Dongfang Yi excitedly takes the paper that has written the name into the door, and catches up with BA Liang to go out and tell sun's mother-in-law the name of Xiao Shizi.

"Choose one." Dongfang Yi hands the paper to Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan took a look and laughed. She had several names on it. At last, she pointed to one of them and said, "I like this one."

"Zi Yu." Dongfang Yi took it and looked at it: "Dongfang Ziyu, that's it."

Two people arranged for a while, then lay down to bed.

"Are you ready to go?" Wen Ruolan asked in a low voice.

Dongfang Yi turned over and pulled her into his arms: "well, in two days, I'll go to Bazhou first. Don't worry. Bawang's side will stop me. After all, I'll stay with Furong mother and son when you have a good family."

"Well, sleep." Wen Ruolan finds a comfortable position, leans against Dongfang Yi and closes her eyes.

In the dead of night, far away from the Longhe River, eight king Dongfang Yun rode into a bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest, a man was farming. He stopped his horse. After careful identification, Dongfang Yun came over: "it's really here."

Dongfang Yu raised his head and his eyes were cold: "come and kill me?"