This compartment.

Nan Yu was gray-headed, crossed his waist and burned the fire, as long as he remembered that there was someone in Hucheng who knew that Nan Mo had taken Nan Qing to Kyoto, and he had fallen in love with someone like Shen Xiaohou, there was a sense of injustice in his heart.

The place they stayed in this time was not as good as the small mountain village before, and they thought that their father would take them to a larger place, but in order to avoid debts, they ran to this kind of poor countryside again.

Why can Nanqing and them go to enjoy happiness? And she has to live this kind of life, doing such a tiring errand, and her mother kicks her legs, but she dies cleanly.

As a result, she was left with such a mess, a gambling father, and a younger brother who relied on others to take care of her.

At this time, Nan Yu saw Nan Yong stumbling in from outside the house, with a spring breeze on his face.

Nanqing pinched her nose, "Dad, are you drinking again?" ”

"Go, go, how can you speak?" Although Nan Yong was overjoyed, he did not allow Nan Yong to challenge his authority.

"Dad, I'm really fed up, why do I have to do this kind of work, and Nanmo and they can enjoy it?"

Nan Yu couldn't figure this out at all, and his face was extremely aggrieved. She had thought that staying at home would have the best chance of eating and drinking. But I didn't expect that the two guys Nan Mo and Nan Qing would climb the high branches by mistake and become developed.

And he, who is obviously the smartest in the Nan family and Daddy's favorite, has to do this kind of stupid work.

"Don't worry, you'll be blessed in no time." Nan Yong laughed, as if he suddenly remembered something, and his face sank.

"Did your mother leave anything before she died?"

"At that time, Nanqing was taking care of it, even if I stayed, it wouldn't be my turn."

Although Nan Yu didn't say it angrily, she actually felt in her heart that Xin Niang could keep any valuable treasures? In that situation, even if there is something valuable, it has long been used to subsidize the family.

She looked at Nan Yong and found that even if Nan Yong was drunk, he asked this very solemnly.

I can't help but wonder, "Dad, why are you asking this?" Could it be that my mother still has any treasures? ”

Nan Yong spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and began to look around for the tobacco that had been spilled on the ground, and his mouth did not stop, "Nan Qing Tuo brought a message, saying that he went to the imperial capital and stayed in this Hucheng, no matter how the place is changed, your father and my reputation will have already been ruined." ”

Nan Yu frowned, "Dad wants to defect to Nanqing?" You said at the beginning that if she dared to leave, she would never think of returning to the Nan family for the rest of her life. ”

Although Nan Yu also had this thought, she also wanted to be face-saving after all. When Nanqing's girl left, she said a lot of ugly things about her.

Nan Yong snorted coldly: "She has Lao Tzu's blood in her bones, and now she can enjoy the happiness alone?" It is natural that she should take care of her own Lao Tzu. Besides, that Nan Mo has eaten the family's food for more than ten years in vain, is it wrong to let her take care of the Nan family? ”

Nan Yu nodded, of course yes, they should do their best for this family, why should she only pay with her heart?

Mutan Pavilion.

"Jing Zhong sent so many assassins, and they bought everything that should be bought, but they didn't even hurt half of the finger of King Cheng'an's son, and now the prince's face is ugly." Murong Yi's face was full of mockery.

"That Jing Mohuai is indeed not a thing in the pool." Huo Qiu, who was dragging the white beard, muttered, King Cheng'an did not stand in line, even if it was any force, he could only be wooed now.

The two people in the hall tasted it without being salty or light.

"Murong Yi, you are too stingy." Nan Mo stood outside the council hall with his waist crossed and shouted.

She thought about it, Murong Yi had never opened her mouth to call Feng Bi Mrs., but she lived in secret with the wife of the pavilion lord every word, which could only show that she was bluffing, a fox and a fake tiger.

Through Huan'er's words, this Feng Bi has followed Murong Yi for so many years, and almost his whole heart has been given to this demon, but he has no status in Mutan Pavilion.

In addition to showing that Murong Yi is too ruthless, Feng Bi's type is not the type that Murong Yi likes.

What she has embraced is based on Eastern and Western philosophies, and there are many treatments that are in conflict with today's times.

This kind of exchange is not only at the medical level, Nanmo feels that this is a collision of two cultures.

The two have some similarities, and some have-for-tat comparisons.

Murong Yi's purple eyes were slightly constricted, and his face was extremely lazy. His little cat not only has sharp claws, but also has a very bright brain, and he Murong Yi seems to have picked up a treasure.

Leisurely, comfortable, this old and young like this, it made Murong Yi feel relieved.

Huo Qiu has an eccentric personality, and it is difficult for one person to have an appetite for him. To the outside world, it was said that he was under the door of Mutan Pavilion, but it was the old man who gave himself a name in order to avoid unnecessary trouble. In fact, Murong Yi has a lot of respect for Huo Qiu, not only for his medical skills but also for his character.

When he showed his purple eyes in front of Huo Qiu for the first time, Huo Qiu seemed to have discovered something new, and he exclaimed magically. All day long, he clamored to set things right for him and restore his normal eyes.

Huo Qiu said that he has practiced medicine for so many years, and he likes strange and incurable diseases the most, and he was really shocked when he saw those purple eyes for the first time. It's a pity that he's not afraid of curses, and he's happy to challenge such impossible.

Now, of course, it's better for this girl to come, lest he study alone, which is really boring.

Outside the Mutan Pavilion.

Feng Bi was already in a bad mood, so she was ready to go out to the market.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Feng Bi was about to leave with Jing'er, she saw a carriage coming at a gallop.

Visitors to the Mutan Pavilion must be vetted before they can be entered, and they must be brought in by the carriage of the Mutan Pavilion. There are formations everywhere in this Huizhi Mountain, and ordinary people are unfortunate enough to break in, and they will only get lost here and become a pile of bones.

This carriage has a dark red blood lotus marking, a visitor? Feng Bi was puzzled.

She twisted her eyebrows, and saw two masters and servants getting out of the carriage, one fat and one thin. The servants of the Mu Tan Pavilion removed the strips from the eyes of the two and signaled that the place had arrived.

Feng Bi saw that he was an acquaintance, and couldn't help but say in a strange way, "It's really strange." ”

Feng Ying hadn't figured out the situation yet, and Mama Wei beside her had already stretched out her fingers tremblingly, "In such a tone, is this treating our eldest lady as nothing?" ”

The dignified Miss Feng saw that this Feng Bi seemed to be different from the past, and the anger on her face was unquenchable, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, Miss Feng seems to be angry because of something, and Miss Ben doesn't want to cling to these false courtesies."

As soon as Feng Ying said this, no matter how dissatisfied Mama Wei was, she had to keep it in her heart.

"Miss Feng, isn't it because of the Murong Pavilion Master's affairs that she has lost her honor here?" Feng Ying smiled, the floral soft silk embroidered shoes on the soles of her feet moved lightly, and her voice was tactful.

Feng Bi realized that she had lost her temper in front of outsiders, and glanced at her secretly.

This Feng Ying is worthy of being the eldest daughter of General Feng Jingyu, with a goose egg face, eyebrows like willows, lips like rouge, and dignified demeanor, some people even say that she has the style of a mother.

I am really dwarfed by her.

Feng Ying saw that she was no longer as aggressive as Fang Cai, so she smiled and said: "I heard that there is a ghost doctor Huo Qiu under the main door of the Mutan Pavilion, my mother has been in poor health recently, and ordinary doctors and even court doctors are helpless, I don't know if I can ask Miss Feng to introduce her?" ”

Both of these are too good to see her, so come to block her? A slave girl with eyes above the top came to Mutan Pavilion, and now Miss Feng from Kyoto also came to join in the fun.

Men's preferences have always been something that cannot be explained. If she can imitate Feng Bi's appearance and character. Is it that this Murong Yi will be disgusted with her, lose his vigilance, and it will be easier to escape when the time comes.

Nan Mo didn't care about Huan'er's obstruction, he came in, and saw a white-bearded old man shrunk on the chair, Nan Mo raised his eyebrows at Huo Qiu's eight-character beard, Nan Mo bowed his head and said, "Grandpa is good." ”

Grandfather? Huo Qiu was not calm, "You should call Uncle anyway, right?" Huo Qiu pointed to his nose and said.

He is a dignified medical ghost, where is he either respected as a senior, or when he comes to this Mutan Pavilion, Feng Bina and other women have to respect him. Knowing that an old man like him is most afraid that others will say that he is old, the little girl does not shy away from it.

With that, Huo Qiu jumped down from his chair and pretended to be angry and prepared to leave.

"The old man will leave, as for the medicine that changes the color of his eyes will be successfully prepared as soon as possible, the old man still has to study it."

"Wait a minute", Nan Mo said suddenly.

Huo Qiu paused, brushed his mustache, and looked at Nan Mo defiantly.

"Change the color of your eyes? If you transplant an artificial iris, you can achieve that effect, but in the era when medical technology is not developed, how is the material of silicone iris that can replace the human body extracted? How to perform post-inflammatory treatment after surgery? ”

Nan Mo's questions were sent to Huo Qiu like a bead.

She seems to have forgotten why she came here. Because when she met a big man in the field she was familiar with, she still couldn't help but say this.

Here, there is almost no solution, and the current technology simply does not have the means to achieve aseptic isolation of the environment.

Huo Qiu's pupils shrank, "What did you say?" "He only thought about changing it with drugs, but he didn't think about replacing it with implants. The idea was so bold that it was almost never proposed.

"Artificial iris ......" Huo Qiu felt that his brain couldn't turn away.

"If you change the color of the iris with drugs, it is easy to cause tissue lesions." Nan Mo said truthfully.

"Wait, little doll, you mean you can completely change the color of your eyes by transplanting."

"For artificial iris transplantation, surgery is not a problem, but it is difficult to prepare materials and control bacteria after surgery."

Nan Mo frowned, and looked at Huo Qiu puzzled, "I actually don't understand, why do you want to change the color of your eyes, how beautiful this color is, are you jealous of him?" ”

Huo Qiu's little eyes opened hard, "Crazy, it's enough to taste, the old man likes it." ”

Next, it was Murong Yi who was left aside.

The two of them almost didn't prepare two or two small wines for this medical thing, and they pushed the glass and changed it.

Huo Qiu has met people who have sold their fame and reputation in the past, and they are old-fashioned, after all, those who have made achievements in this area will not be too young. It's the first time I've met such an interesting little doll, and I won't pretend to understand.

There are people who can humbly ask for advice, it is said that there is such a medical talent, and at such an age, I don't know what it looks like to be proud for a long time.

But Nan Mo didn't, although her research concept of Chinese medicine was broad and profound. But after all, she is young and cannot integrate all of her grandfather's experience into her own, and she lacks a lot in practice. Compared with the truth, it is naturally not as subtle as this ghost doctor Huo Qiu's personal research.