After entering the book, the cold prince begs for favor

Chapter 437 Calling him "Little Lu" sounds quite natural.

The blue cloth carriage rolled over the grassy field ridges, startling the grasshoppers that were dozing in the grass.

As soon as the carriage came to a stop, Lu Jiangnian jumped off the carriage shaft, his black robe sweeping across the golden wild chrysanthemum bushes.

He turned around and opened his arms. "Get out of the car."

Yuan Wanru, her apricot-red skirt fluttering like a butterfly, rushed into his arms: "Remember to bring the first-aid kit—"

The last syllable was muffled between their closely pressed garments.

"Can't forget."

Lu Jiangnian supported her waist and landed steadily. When he turned around and picked up the medicine box with the faded paint, he suddenly bowed respectfully and said, "Dr. Jiang, please."

The bamboo medicine box straps dug into his broad shoulders, making him look just like a clever medicine boy.

Yuan Wanru burst out laughing, bending over, and poked his chest with her fingertip: "Little Lu, stay close!"

The dragonfly woven from reeds in her hair trembled slightly with each step. She lifted her foot to step across the sun-warmed dirt road, startling the sparrows pecking at food by the roadside.

It's harvest season now, and the village's threshing ground is filled with the sweet aroma of new rice.

A stone mill gurgled as it swallowed and spat out golden grains, and snow-white liquid cascaded into a wooden bucket like a waterfall.

Yuan Wanru leaned closer and grabbed a handful of rice to fill the millstone; the rice bran covered her cheeks like a layer of fine snow.

Lu Jiangnian was so interested in watching that he asked the peasant woman next to him how to handle the bamboo sieve. But after shaking it a few times, his black coarse cloth robe got tangled in the frame, and the sieve basket overturned with a crash!

The moment the white mist exploded, the children clapped and laughed: "The nobleman's butt is growing grass!"

It turned out that Lu Jiangnian had caught a bundle of straw on his waistband while he was moving around, and the golden ears of straw were swaying behind him.

Yuan Wanru laughed so hard she fell into the pile of grains, her sleeves filled with rice grains.

Before she could get up, her face was suddenly covered in white powder by a hand that smelled of rice.

"Lu Jiangnian!"

She grabbed a grain of rice to fight back, but he grabbed her waist and pressed her into the pile of grain.

He suddenly pinched the tip of her nose: "Dr. Jiang has turned into a white-faced cat."

She tucked the rice stalks into his collar: "Little Lu has turned into a scarecrow!"

The surrounding farmers burst into laughter, and Yuan Wanru quickly stood up and moved far away from him.

Sunlight filtered through the swirling chaff and dust, illuminating the grains of rice flour clinging to her eyelashes.

Yuan Wanru huffed and raised her chin at him: "Dare to tease me? Be careful, or I'll prick you with golden needles."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cry of distress came from the other side of the threshing ground: "Dog Egg has broken his head!"

The commotion in the threshing ground was shattered by a sharp wail.

Beside the mud pile, a seven or eight-year-old boy rolled around, clutching his forehead, blood seeping through his fingers and onto his sunburnt face.

The peasant woman holding him stamped her feet anxiously: "Gou Dan fell while climbing the haystack!"

Lu Jiangnian walked ahead carrying his medicine kit and shouted, "Make way, there's a doctor here."

The villagers quickly made way for her, and the pretty young girl who had suddenly appeared earlier walked briskly towards them, with the handsome young man carrying a medicine box leading the way for her.

Yuan Wanru knelt on the muddy ground mixed with rice husks and carefully examined the child's wound. The fall was quite severe, and the wound needed to be disinfected.

She turned around and called out, "Does anyone have any strong liquor? I can borrow it for a bit."

Soon, someone ran back and brought a bottle of wine. Lu Jiangnian unscrewed the porcelain bottle and handed it over. Yuan Wanru used the clear wine to wipe the blood off the child, who cried his heart out.

"Dog Egg is a little hero, isn't he?"

Yuan Wanru lifted the golden needle, swift as a flash of a star, and inserted it into the acupoint behind the child's ear.

The wailing stopped abruptly, and Gou Dan stood there, tears still clinging to his eyes.

She took the opportunity to crush the powder and apply it to the wound, covering the bloody gash with brownish powder. "Little Lu, give me a clean cloth."

Lu Jiangnian looked at her with amusement; she did indeed call him "Little Lu" quite naturally.

He found a clean piece of cloth in his medicine box, poured wine on the dagger, and then used the dagger to cut the cloth into strips and handed them to her.

Yuan Wanru took it and took the opportunity to glance at him, her eyes filled with undisguised approval.

She took the strip of cloth, deftly wrapped it around Dog Egg's head and tied a knot. The child touched the bow on his forehead and smiled through his tears: "Fairy sister, my head doesn't hurt as much anymore!"

The villagers kept praising Yuan Wanru's medical skills.

The peasant woman then realized that she had actually let the little girl see her own dog's head.

I didn't expect her to cure it so quickly!

She stammered, "Doctor... consultation fee..."

Lu Jiangnian was carefully wiping the blood off Yuan Wanru's fingers when she heard this, and the latter shook her head: "No need, it's not worth much."

The simple villagers were reluctant; they always held doctors in high esteem. Immediately, a woman selling bean cakes handed over a few still-warm cakes, saying, "Here, please have a taste, doctor."

An old man with grass clippings on his hoe brought out some walnuts. Even the peasant woman whose rice sieve had been knocked over by Lu Jiangnian squeezed over and insisted on hanging a string of taro tied with a red rope on the medicine box strap.

Yuan Wanru was taken aback by their enthusiasm.

He gestured to Lu Jiangnian with his eyes: Let's go!

Lu Jiangnian understood immediately and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Confused, everyone stopped what they were doing. Taking advantage of the situation, Lu Jiangnian grabbed his wife and ran out.

The two ran all the way to the stream. Lu Jiangnian put her down and looked at her teasingly: "My wife was so amazing just now, why did you run away in such a panic?"

Yuan Wanru glared at him: "If you don't run now, who knows how much stuff you'll end up taking later."

They didn't take any of the things that were handed to them, but they didn't have time to return the taro hanging on the strap of the medicine box.

"Since we've already taken them, why don't we eat some taro?"

Lu Jiangnian naturally fulfilled his wife's request.

He deftly speared the fish, then piled up a mound of earth, put taro inside, and placed a wooden rack on top to grill the fish.

The fish were cooked first, and after Yuan Wanru ate two fish, she smelled the roasted aroma of taro.

Yuan Wanru couldn't resist reaching out to dig into the reddish-brown mound of earth, but Lu Jiangnian pulled her hand back, saying, "What's your hurry?"

"Be careful of the burns."

Before he knew it, his sleeve was scorched by the crackling sparks from the explosion.

"ah!"

Yuan Wanru pulled him to the stream, scooped up water and splashed it on him. The little spark on her sleeve had long since gone out, but she kept going, determined to soak half of his body.

Lu Jiangnian looked at her helplessly: "Wife, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Yuan Wanru laughed heartily: "Anyway, the weather is great, the clothes will dry quickly, and you'll feel cooler."

He stared at her intently, then picked her up and walked with her into the stream. "Since that's the case," he said, "we'll all get wet together. We, as husband and wife, must share both happiness and hardship."

The two played by the stream until dusk.

"Little Lu, hold the medicine box steady, let's go home for dinner."

Lu Jiangnian drove the carriage back to town. When they arrived, he lifted the curtain and saw her sleeping. His eyes softened with a gentle smile.

He gently pulled her into his arms, and Yuan Wanru opened her eyes groggily: "Have we arrived?"

Lu Jiangnian said softly, "Go back to sleep, I'll wake you up later."

Yuan Wanru, however, couldn't sleep.

She nestled lazily in his arms, saying, "Remember to remind me to change Gou Dan's dressing the day after tomorrow."

"it is good."