The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Yandu, palace.

Yan Huang frowned: "be calm."

Weng Chong knelt down in a hurry and said, "I'm so happy to tell you the crime. Where is the ninth prince?"

The emperor of Yan pondered for a long time. It is needless to say that Weng Chong has been loyal all these years. As for the woman at the foot of Qishan, although she is a little divine, she can cure all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and maybe save Yi'er's life.

Moreover, it is not a long-term plan to keep all the twelve sons by your side. If you know your son is better than your father, you should think carefully in advance.

Think of here, slowly open mouth: "let old nine pack, immediately set out."

"My Lord, I'm afraid it's not right." Weng rushed forward: "the ninth Prince's mind of becoming a monk is very obvious. How about this?" After lowering his voice, he secretly looks at the expression of Dongfang Yuhong.

Yanhuang raised his eyelids: "Zhun."

Late at night, Yanhuang put on his night clothes. Weng rushed to help him put on his mask. The two left the palace quietly.

In a mansion on the West Street, Dongfang Yi sits on the futon with his knees crossed. He has several copies of Buddhist scriptures on hand. He looks up and frowns slightly. In the dead of night, some experts come in.

"My Lord." Weng Chong stopped Dongfang Yuhong: "old slave, go first and try the depth?"

Dongfang Yuhong nodded and went up to the roof. He lifted a tile and frowned. His son, who was most satisfied with him, was on the side of the room, and he was absorbed in copying the Scriptures. His unyielding hatred made him breathe heavily.

Although Dongfang Yi's head is drooping, her eyelids are raised. A smile is raised from the corner of her mouth, and her writing is more steady.

There was no one around the ninth prince, except an old slave who served the daily life. He never wanted any servants and maids, so the whole ninth Prince's mansion was very quiet.

Weng Chong's figure came in like a ghost. His hands clawed straight to the heart of the ninth prince. He was fierce and vicious, which surprised Dongfang Yuhong.

Seeing that he was about to catch it, Dongfang Yi suddenly turned around with a dagger in his hand, which was facing Weng Chong's palm. Weng Chong quickly turned back and stopped.

Dongfang Yi raised his hand and coughed twice. His voice was weak: "do you want to kill me?"

Weng Chong complained in his heart. Where is he going to kill? Just to test if the ninth Prince's martial arts have improved.

But he couldn't speak. His figure came up again. This time, he took Dongfang Yi's throat.

Dongfang Yi suddenly coughs violently, and the whole person can't help coughing. Weng Chong stops again, and his eyes show a suspicious look. The ninth Prince's way of resolving his attack is very special.

The hand on his back suddenly opened, and there was a small porcelain vase in the palm of his hand.

When Dongfang Yuhong saw it, he immediately floated down and appeared beside Weng Chong.

Dongfang Yi's face turns white. Although he is not sure whether the previous person is Weng Chong, his father will never admit his mistake. When he sees him standing in front of him, his heart aches.

"Those who are dying have good words. Dongfang Yi's life will not be long. Why do you dye your hands?" Dongfang Yi said, and his eyes drifted away. He had the spirit of setting life and death aside.

Dongfang Yuhong is furious. He is still worried about his life, but he despises it? Eyes fierce looked at that Weng Chong.

Weng Chong knows what he wants, and the two men attack each other from left to right. Dongfang Yi is shocked by the quickness of their attack. He can't even believe that his father and Weng Chong are so skillful. How can they meet with misfortune five years later? What happened?

After his serious illness in the last life, the prince said that there was a famous doctor in southern Xinjiang. His father immediately granted him a fiefdom and asked him to go to southern Xinjiang for medical treatment. The day after tomorrow, in order not to leave Yandu, he wanted to know what happened, so he let out the wind and wanted to become a monk. What happened tonight?

He got up and pretended to fight. When he was wrong, he raised his hand to take off Weng Chong's mask. Just at this time, as soon as his back hurt, the whole person was punctured, and only his eyes could move.

"Quick." Dongfang Yuhong lowered his voice.

Weng Chong was not ambiguous either. He picked up the porcelain vase in his hand and said, "I've offended you." One hand is holding Dongfang Yi's chin, and the pill is put into his mouth. With a slap on his back, Dongfang Yi gulps down and falls down.

"I have offended the ninth prince." Weng Chong hugs Dongfang Yi with a sad expression.

Dongfang Yuhong took off his mask and looked at his son who fell on the ground. He said in a deep voice: "see him off all night. Don't let out any information."

"Yes, I do." Weng Chong picks up Dongfang Yi and leaves the mansion. He takes the carriage by the back door and orders him to leave.

When the carriage leaves Yandu, Dongfang Yi slowly opens his eyes. He finds that something has changed. Where does his father send him? Southern Xinjiang?

"When will master wake up?"

A voice came from outside, and Dongfang Yi immediately closed his eyes.

"Manager Weng said that he could stick to it for nine hours. After nine hours, he had to give another one and send it to the place." Another voice said.

"It's really hard work. In the future, the ninth prince will seek revenge. You and I will wait for the head to move."

The former speaker sighed and asked, "you can be more careful. I heard that the ninth Prince has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. If he can't do it, he will drink it early. Once we wake up, we are getting rid of people, and the family's wife, children and children will be all over."

"I know. You can't stop nagging about your salary and loyalty."

Dongfang Yi couldn't help laughing bitterly. He didn't expect that he would be in such a situation when he left Yandu.

The horse is a fast horse, and the car is a good one. Dongfang Yi can't figure out where he will be sent when he leaves Yandu this time. However, he just wants to leave here. If he jumps out and looks at it again, he can see everything clearly. In this life, he must know the truth, who killed his father and himself.

Eight hours later, one of them came in and knelt down respectfully. He took out the pill and put it in Dongfang Yi's mouth. He kowtowed to him after he confirmed that he had swallowed it. He quit and went on his journey.

Dongfang Yi opens his eyes. The greatest advantage of his rebirth is that all kinds of poisons will not invade him. That is to say, any medicine will not work for him. So where can Weng Chong's medicine control him?

Every eight hours, these two people are very punctual. They never come in except for taking medicine for Dongfang Yi, so Dongfang Yi just needs to lie in the carriage at a fixed time.

Until the fourth day, the carriage stopped.

"Just throw it here?" One of them asked.

"Wait a moment. Manager Weng said that a carriage would come at three o'clock every day. Wait a moment." Another said.

Dongfang Yi's eyebrows are twisted into a knot. He is very curious that his father will send him there. According to the day, it is definitely not Southern Xinjiang.

Quiet, there is a incense time, the curtain picked up, two people carrying Dongfang Yi on the roadside.

"Where's the letter?" One of them asked.

Another man took it out and put it in Dongfang Yi's hand: "let's watch it. Don't be picked up by others at that time."

The two men hid the carriage and squatted in a hidden place.

In the distance came the sound of horse's hooves. Duro was driving the carriage, while wenruolan was sitting in the carriage practicing the words he had learned recently.

"Sister, look, there's a man there." Du Ruo points to Dongfang Yi lying not far away: "can you help him?"

Wen Ruolan lifted up the curtain. At this time, it was just dawn. He couldn't see the man clearly: "go to the front and have a look."

To near, Wen Ruolan put on the veil, get off, Du Ruo lit a lantern.

The light of the lantern shines on Dongfang Yi's face. Wen Ruolan's eyes are wide open, and two words come out of his mind immediately - Gold Lord!

"Sister, there is a letter." Du Ruo looks at Dongfang Yi meaningfully, reaches for the letter and turns to look at Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan put on a sneer: "Du Ruo, let's pick it up."