The moon falling to the ground

The spectators are running out of brains.

One scene after another, the plot in the opera is not so compact and exciting.

However, because such an ignominious matter involved the goddess in their hearts, some fans were not happy: "Hey! Old man, who are you? You said there is love potion on the clothes, so there is love potion? It turns out that Miss Xinning sent the wrong clothes."

"That's right. Even if it was a gift from Miss Xinning, it doesn't mean that it was a love potion spread by Miss Xinning, right? I don't know how many people have owned this dress."

Yan Xinning gritted her teeth in anger: "Idiots! Are there people who support us like this? The more you support, the more chaos there is."

She walked lightly to the front of Divine Doctor Mao and bowed: "Junior greets Master Mao."

Mr. Mao?

The onlookers were in an uproar.

Is it the old Mao they know? The hermit doctor Mao? He is a legendary figure in Nanchang State.

Countless burning eyes fell on Doctor Mao. Those who had heard rumors thought he looked more and more like him. It was said that Doctor Mao was short, ugly and fat, and the man in front of them was exactly like him.

Doctor Mao simply said "hmm" to Yan Xinning.

Yan Xinning secretly resented.

Damn old man! He can be so nice to an ugly guy, but he ignores her. I don't know what's wrong with this old man.

Qian Shi, who was standing by, didn't know what to do. Things had developed to this point, and suddenly an old man who knew medicine showed up, and she didn't know how to deal with it. She only wanted to bring Jian Zhaodi home as soon as possible and not let the old man continue to dig deeper.

She didn't answer Jian Yue's question, but grabbed Jian Yue's arm and said, "Come back with me, don't embarrass yourself here."

Yan Xinning's breathing stagnated. Only two words popped into her mind: idiot!

Sure enough, the next moment, Doctor Mao blocked her way. His sharp eyes made Qian feel nervous: "The little girl is so badly injured, but you don't want to find a doctor to treat her. Instead, you rush to take her away. Do you know that the medicine she was poisoned with cannot be cured by ordinary doctors? Are you her biological mother?"

Qian subconsciously let go of her hand, not daring to look directly at Doctor Mao's gaze, and stammered, "I, I want to take her home to see a doctor."

Doctor Mao sneered and exposed her mercilessly: "You don't want others to know that your mother put drugs on your new clothes? You are worse than an animal!"

Qian: ...

Yan Xinning:……

"Nanxing." Following the voice of Doctor Mao, a little medicine boy carrying a medicine box squeezed out from behind the crowd and quickly opened the box.

Doctor Mao took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from the medicine box and handed it to Jian Yue: "Drink this medicine first, it can temporarily suppress the medicinal properties."

"Thank you, great doctor!" Jian Yue bowed and took it with both hands.

She unscrewed the bottle stopper and sniffed it inconspicuously. It was just as he said, it couldn't remove the effect of the love potion, but it could suppress it for a few hours.

The key point is that the aphrodisiac on the clothes is not an ordinary aphrodisiac, and ordinary doctors cannot detect it.

Jian Yue drank the potion in the bottle in one gulp.

"Let Nanxing apply some hemostatic powder on you." Doctor Mao gave the powder in his hand to the medicine boy.

"Let me do it!" Huamei took two steps forward. Jian Yue was horrified and quickly hid behind Doctor Mao, saying repeatedly: "No, no, I won't bother Sister Huamei."

Doctor Mao frowned and looked at Huamei unkindly: "The little girl is so afraid of you, do you often bully her?"

thrush:……

It's really snowing in June, which is more unfair than Dou E.

She knelt down with a plop and said in a trembling voice: "Please, Doctor Mao, I have never bullied Miss Zhaodi."

Doctor Mao pulled Jian Yue out from behind him and said, "Don't be afraid. Tell me boldly whether she has bullied you."

Jian Yue looked at Huamei timidly and shook her head: "No, ever since Sister Huamei left me alone on the street last time, I've been afraid of her. Don't blame Sister Huamei, I'm timid, she never bullied me."

Doctor Mao glared at you: "You are useless! Look how scared you are. You call a slave girl sister. Who taught you the rules?"

Yan Xinning's expression was stiff, as if she had been slapped in the face.

The daughter of her adoptive parents calls her maid "sister". Doesn't this obviously imply that the maids around her are ignorant of etiquette?

She looked miserable, biting her lower lip tightly, and lowered her head slightly: "Divine Doctor Mao..."

"Mr. Mao!" A powerful voice interrupted Yan Xinning's words. Yan Xinning turned her head and immediately cried out in grievance, "Father!" as if she had seen a savior.

Jian Yue's heart was startled and she turned to look at the person who came.

A middle-aged handsome man in a round-necked bamboo green gown strode over with the two of them. He had a white face and short beard, was gentle and elegant, and had the aura of a superior as well as the temperament of a scholar.

"Master Yan is here." Someone whispered.

"Father!" Yan Xinning stood beside Yan Xiuyuan, about to cry.

Doctor Mao: ...

What do you mean? What did the old man do to you?

"My humble servant greets the Lord of the Mansion." Jian Dacheng hurriedly brought his family over to pay his respects.

Yan Xinning introduced in a soft voice: "Dad, this is Uncle Jian and Aunt Jian who have raised our daughter for nine years. This is Brother Huai'an, this is Sister Xiaohe, and this, this is Sister Zhaodi." She pointed at Jian Yue with her slender jade hand.

Jian Yue stood beside Doctor Mao and did not kneel down.

"No need to be polite, everyone stand up!" The Yan Mansion Master raised his hand and turned to look at Divine Doctor Mao: "Mr. Mao, I wonder what has disturbed you? This is not the place to talk, why don't we..."

Doctor Mao waved his hand and said, "No need. I have to treat this poor girl. If the Lord is free, please ask someone to find out who sprinkled the love potion on this girl's clothes. This is not an ordinary love potion. This set of clothes has been soaked in the potion for two hours, so the love potion will not lose its medicinal properties. It can be seen that the person who did it is vicious and deliberately wants to destroy this poor girl."

Yan Xiuyuan was surprised that Dr. Mao was protective of a little girl.

Doctor Mao had a strange personality, and he treated patients based on his mood. If he didn't want to treat, even if he was given a mountain of gold and silver, even the emperor would be useless.

He looked at Jian Yue who was beside Doctor Mao, and their eyes met.

Jian Yue felt sad and aggrieved. This was not her emotion, but the remaining consciousness of the original owner.

The swollen face, the glaring scars, and the blood on the face that had not dried yet, Yan Xiuyuan couldn't help but frown: "Why is it so badly injured?"

Doctor Mao snorted coldly: "Master Yan, what kind of punishment should be given to parents who abuse their children?"

The Jian family members who had just stood up were so scared that they quickly knelt down again.

Jian Dacheng: "Master, please understand. Zhaodi is my biological daughter..."

"Sir, it wasn't my father who hit me, nor was it my mother who hit me. I bumped into him accidentally. Please don't blame them."

Mr. and Mrs. Jian Dacheng: ...You might as well not explain...