The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

The servants who tortured her were second-in-laws, and they didn't take Miss Mu Da seriously at all. As long as their master Mu Gongxiao didn't say anything, they wouldn't accept the iron rod.

Mu Tingxue raised her hand and clenched it into a fist.

"bang"

A punch came out, with a faint sound of breaking through the air, and hit the right wrist joint of the torture servant on the left hard. The joint is a weak part of the human body, and it broke immediately. The long and heavy iron rod fell on the child's back. Before that, he was kicked out by Mu Tingxue again.

The punch was like a dragon and an elephant, breaking a man's nose.

Then he bent his arm and gave an elbow to the back, just in time to knock away a guy who was trying to sneak up and hit the sap five steps away.

In less than a minute, the four evil slaves were lying on the ground, wailing and mourning.

A look of fear appeared on Mu Gongxiao's face: "You...why are you suddenly so good at fighting?"

In the past, Mu Tingxue was a mellow girl who didn't know how to fight. She was also very cowardly, and anyone could bully her or step on her.

But the one in front of me is so tough that she looks like a female general!

This huge sense of difference made Master Mu Gongxiao speechless for a long time, and his brain was crackling with electricity.

He didn't know that Mu Tingxue was not only a surgeon. She had developed motor skills since she was a child. She had learned martial arts and was a national martial arts champion.A talent scout once approached her to film a movie as a beat-em-up, but the contract had too many overbearing terms, so she refused.

Mu Tingxue ignored Mu Gongxiao and leaned over to pick up the bruised and trembling five-year-old child.Wrap him in a white fox plush cloak to protect him from the cold wind.

"What is your name?"

she asked softly.

The little bun didn't answer, his dark eyes were bright, and he looked straight at her with a beauty mark in the corner of his eye.

What warm clothes.

"His name is little bastard."

Mu Gongxiao tried to regain some ground and began to belittle the other party crazily, "He is just a despicable thing born and raised by a groom. It is his blessing that this young master personally trained him."

WTF?

Training?

The second roommate, Mu Gongxiao, must be a copper smelting magician...

Thinking of this, Mu Tingxue felt so sick that she felt like vomiting.I have long heard that some rich people have fun, abandoning morality and humanity, and have no lower limits.

The little boy in his arms couldn't help but tremble when he heard Mu Gongxiao's words.

As if seeking refuge, his head burrowed into Mu Tingxue's arms.

There was something warm and reassuring about her.

Mu Tingxue said solemnly: "I'm keeping this child."

Mu Gongxiao was obviously not happy, but there were four servants lying on the ground who kept wailing, so he had to be afraid of the opponent's strength and did not dare to go up and snatch people directly.

"The princess is too overbearing. She even wants to fight against me for a servant."

"Why, do you want to try it too?"

Mu Tingxue held the child in one hand, raised her other hand, and clenched her fist, making a cracking sound in her joints.

Mu Gongxiao subconsciously took two steps back and turned pale.

"Is there any way for the King of Heaven to do it? You actually attack your own family! Mu Tingxue, you are a tigress. No wonder King Qin Ling doesn't want you!!"

This young man cursed loudly, but he ran faster than a rabbit.

He has delicate skin and flesh, and he doesn't want to get a good beating.

Mu Tingxue did not pursue him. The most important thing now was to treat the child's injuries.

Back to the boudoir.

"Lie down and don't move."

Mu Tingxue put the child on the bed and found that part of the old clothes on his back had been adhered to the blood stains from the wound, so she used small scissors to cut it off bit by bit.

The child had been beaten with strips of bamboo strips more than 20 times, and his skin and flesh were bleeding. The strips of strips and clothes were not clean and had been attached to the wound, causing initial infection. His body temperature was very hot.

Use homemade salt water to debridement him.

The thin bamboo sticks were stuck in the flesh and pulled out one by one.

The new wounds covered the old ones, and you could tell at a glance that it was not the first time you had been beaten. Due to improper treatment of the old wounds, some places had closed red and swollen with pus underneath.Using a thin blade burned with fire to cut open the abscess and drain and disinfect it is another major undertaking.

"Wow."

The child lay on the floor and whimpered like a small animal.

"Does it hurt you?"

Mu Tingxue paused as she applied the medicine.

The child shook his head, but his little hands unconsciously grasped the pillow tightly, and veins protruded on the back of his hands.

Mu Tingxue knew that he had suffered too much, was used to being bullied, had an introverted personality, and would not say anything even if it hurt him. She couldn't help but feel pity in her heart, and her debridement technique was a little gentler: "Good boy, very good. It’s almost over.”

There is a bottle of Shang Taining ointment in the small jade bottle space, which is specially designed to treat suppurative wounds that will not heal. It is also suitable for use on wounds after surgery.

Mu Tingxue took it out, scooped out a large, moist piece, and applied it carefully to the child.

The human body is a moist water environment, so this kind of moist repair ointment is the best. It can also isolate various bacteria on the wound and achieve rapid healing.

Moist ointment, cool and has analgesic effect.

The child's little hand grasped the pillow and gradually relaxed, and his beautiful eyes narrowed comfortably.

In the large mahogany cabinet on the right wall, there are more than a dozen cans of tea, one of which is tea made from dried dandelion leaves.

Dandelion is recorded in "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" and can clear away heat and poison and transform food poison.In the words of the 21st century, it is anti-inflammatory. It has a good effect on treating swelling, pain and inflammation. It also has certain anti-cancer effects. It is a good thing.

She asked the maid to make dandelion tea for the child to drink.

The treatment ended already an hour later.

"My name is Yan Ze, you can call me Ze Bao."

Another dumpling on the bed was already awake.

Zebao found an injured child lying on his back, about the same age as himself. For some reason, he unconsciously felt a sense of closeness deep in his heart and wanted to make friends with him. "What's your name?" ?”

The child remained silent and said nothing.

You can't tell Yan Ze that you call yourself "little bastard"...

Seeing Zebao wearing clothes, made of luxurious and high-quality materials, he couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority. How could a dirty and vulgar servant like him lie on the same bed with a handsome young master.

"His name is Mu Wuya."

Mu Tingxue came up with a name on the spur of the moment, "There is a road to the mountain of books and hard work is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning and hard work is the boat."

If such a beautiful child always bears such an ugly name, it will definitely cause an indelible psychological shadow, and he will be unable to hold his head up no matter where he goes for the rest of his life.

Han Yu's poem to encourage learning is also in line with him. Poor children can only find a way out by reading more and studying more, while illiterate people can only do manual labor for a lifetime without being able to turn over.

Mu Wuya, who was lying on his stomach, suddenly looked over, with a pair of bright pupils, looking at her with suppressed joy and excitement!

"It's good to have a mountain of books with a road and diligence as a path, and a boat with endless learning as a boat!"

Zebao came over and blinked his bright ice eyes, "The name has a profound meaning. I really envy you. I don't want my father to know how to fight and kill all day long. My beautiful aunt has never been taught this poem by you. Did you write it yourself?" , It’s simply an eternal quatrain!”

Mu Wuya was stunned, his ears were red, and he became more and more at a loss.

Yabao?

Can someone with his background be treated as a treasure?

Mu Tingxue was also stunned. The teacher of the Prince Regent must be a contemporary Confucian scholar. He has never taught such a classic poem?It shouldn't be, unless there is no such thing as Han Yu, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, in this imaginary era.

Travelers disdain such things as stealing and selling poems.

"The poem was not written by me. It was written by an old man named Han who was rich in scholarship. I accidentally listened to it."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Yan Ze looked suspicious, thinking that Mu Tingxue was being modest.