Zhuxin received Zhang Jinwen's hint and handed the leg of mutton and the knife to Ma Langzhong.

The leg of lamb was stored in the yard and was frozen as hard as a stone.

The knife is specially made by the bamboo style, the blade is thin, the blade is sharpened extremely sharp, and the iron is sharpened like clay.

Zhuxin's arm strength and knife skills are the best among several senior brothers, and he peels mutton slices as briskly as slicing noodles.

Ma Langzhong just watched the light movements of the bamboo core, and had an illusion, and regarded it as a very simple job.

The cold leg of mutton was grasped in his hand, Ma Langzhong's hand quickly lost his agility from the cold, and he held the knife to imitate the movement of the bamboo core, only scratching a few white shallow marks on the hard leg of mutton.

Ma Langzhong was a little dry, raised the knife high, and made a lot of effort.

said that it was too late, and then quickly, only to hear a loud cry of "ahhhhhh

Zhang Jinwen immediately stepped forward, grabbed Ma Langzhong's arm, and in the screams of the ladies and ladies, she took out a handkerchief and held down the deep wound on Ma Langzhong's hand.

"Zhuqing, medicinal powder," Zhang Jinwen took the porcelain bottle from Zhuqing's hand and quickly poured it towards Ma Langzhong's wound.

The medicinal powder was moistened by the blood gushing out, and Zhang Jinwen poured another layer of medicinal powder on it, while pressing back the skin and flesh of the wound with her fingers. After pouring it four or five times, there were no more blood beads oozing out, and then I took a clean strip of cloth to bandage the wound.

Zhang Jinwen's movements were crisp and neat, and everyone next to her was terrified at first, every time Zhang Jinwen poured a layer of medicinal powder, every time she pressed the wound, their hearts fell back a point.

Ma Lang fainted in blood, and the moment the tip of the knife touched his fingers, he collapsed to the ground, his face like paper.

Zhu Qing and Zhu Xin hugged their heads and feet, and carried Ma Langzhong to the low couch in the private room.

Zhang Jinwen wiped the blood stains on her hands, took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, poured out a pill the size of a soybean, and asked Zhuqing to pry Ma Langzhong's mouth open with a spoon and put the pill under her tongue.

Zhang Jinwen leaned over to look at Ma Langzhong's expression, stood up and turned to the pale Mrs. Ma, and said softly: "Mrs. Ma, Master Ma is fine, you can get up after lying down for another thirty times." ”

Mrs. Ma was stunned: "Lie down thirty times?" What thirty strokes? ”

Zhou Zhengyi counted: "......, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!" ”

I saw Ma Langzhong slowly open his eyes: "Alas, what's wrong with me?" ”

Several ladies and ladies invariably reached out to cover their mouths.

It turns out that lying down thirty times, that's what happened.

That's too fast!

Dr. Chen was not calm anymore: "Ah, no more, no less!" ”

The Xinglin Pavilion is really extraordinary.

Ma Langzhong only felt that his body seemed to be upside down, top-heavy, and he didn't have the strength to sit up at all, looking at his hands wrapped like torch heads, and his voice was weak like a helpless child: "My hands, are they cut off?" ”

Zhang Jinwen's voice was very calm: "Master Ma, you only hurt the flesh and skin, not the bones." With the medicine, it will heal tomorrow. ”

Ma Qingfeng raised his hand to his nose, sniffed left and right, and asked suspiciously, "What kind of medicine is this?" Is my hand really okay? ”

Zhang Jinwen: "This is our special wound medicine for Xinglin Pavilion. It can be used when you have just been injured to stop bleeding and build muscle. After the wound heals, it can be applied with medicinal wine to remove stasis and scars. ”

A hint of blush appeared on Ma Langzhong's face, and his voice became clear: "So fast? Don't delay me for the New Year? ”

Zhang Jinwen: "As long as Master Ma doesn't drink, it's fine." ”

Mrs. Ma patted her heart, clasped her hands together, and chanted vigorously, "It's okay, it's okay."

Mrs. Zhou also recovered from the shock, she was the east, Master Ma hurt her hand, and she was so upset that she didn't want to go.

Zhang Jinwen saluted Zhou Zhengyi and Dr. Chen, and said, "Please take your seat back to Lord Zhou and Dr. Chen, please take your seat, please Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Chen take your seat, please Miss Zhou and Miss Chen take your seat." ”

He said to Ma Langzhong again: "Master Ma, you sit down for a while, and I'll go and bring you hot soup." ”

Zhang Jinwen is calm and light, giving people a sense of stability.

Everyone sat down.

Just experienced the bloodshed, several pampered female dependents, looking at the mutton on the table, all lost their appetite.

Zhu Qing and Zhuxin quickly removed the dishes, dishes and soup pot and leg of mutton on the dining table, cleaned up the floor, lit a few small candles and placed them in a few corners of the private room.

The candle is fired by Zhang Jinwen herself, with pine essential oil, which is much lighter than the smoked fragrance, which can not only dispel the odor in the room, but also refresh the mind.

Ma Qingfeng only felt a fresh breath in his heart, and the whole person returned to his soul. He stretched out his arm and asked Madame Ma to help him up, and despite the dissuasion, he insisted on sitting down at the table.

Ma Qingfeng's fingers were still numb from pain, and they felt like they were broken. The most important thing he wanted to do was to take apart the strip of cloth and make sure his fingers were not broken.

His hand hurts, but he can still hold on. If the finger is broken, the trouble will be big, and the official luck will be gone.

His great future has just begun, how can he be ruined on the ridiculous reason of cutting off his fingers without eating!

Even if it's broken, he has to find someone to glue it on!

As soon as his brain cleared, worry came, and Ma Qingfeng at this moment needed stronger comfort and more secure assurance.

"Lord Zhou, I seem to have heard that my hand is okay just now?"

Dr. Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed it a few times, but he didn't touch Ma Langzhong's dodging hand, and he was stunned: "Master Ma, your hand is so flexible, how can something happen!" I thought you wouldn't be able to hold the wat board in the future. ”

Ma Langzhong was so anxious that he almost stammered: "Why can't you hold it?" I've got you all in it! ”

Dr. Chen laughed: "Master Ma, my wat board is for you, you can hold it steady." ”

Only then did Ma Langzhong react: "Master Chen, I'm still dizzy, I didn't hear what you said." Oops, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much that my ears are ringing. ”

Zhou Zhengyi looked at Ma Qingfeng, whose breathing was gradually steady, and his face gradually became bloody, and nodded again and again: "Master Ma is in good health, so soon it will be as usual." ”

There is a way that connects the heart with ten fingers, and it hurts the heart. Especially if you hurt your thumb, the whole hand loses the balance point of force, and it is extremely inconvenient to do anything.

Zhou Zhengyi knows this situation best, and there are many murderous soldiers in the barracks, and it may not be what will happen if they cut off one hand. When there is no war, you will faint when you see a silver needle, and some people will even faint when you see someone bleeding.

He understood that only when life was at stake would one let go of pain.

In front of him, Ma Qingfeng was able to sit up in an instant, and he was still teasing each other with Dr. Chen.

This resilience is too powerful.

Zhou Zhengyi was even more convinced that Master Sun Shengshou must be somewhere in this Xinglin Pavilion.

In any case, I will definitely meet Master today!