Summary of the previous chapter: Mao San, who got along well with the maids, cleverly spread the word that he had a beauty formula. The eighth lady Murong Ziyan learned about it and asked Mao San to make one for her. Little did she know that there
Among the so-called beauty formulas, there is a strong anesthetic called "Tianfo Powder", which is actually the famous doctor Hua Tuo's "Mafei Powder"...
Mao San had cut off his own when he was young and was not very literate. However, Mao San knew a few characters in the bamboo slips he stole from Hua Tuo, especially the big word "青" on the cover.
of.
It's just that... Mao San didn't recognize the two characters engraved after the word "青" at all.
Although Mao San didn't know how to read, Mao San knew that the best way to keep a book was to copy it.
It was very difficult for illiterate people to copy the book, so after two days of hard work, Mao San only imitated and carved out one article and could no longer persevere.
At this time, Hua Tuo somehow got the news that Mao San had stolen his book, so he came to Mao San's door, scolded Mao San, and took away the book.
Although Mao San was unwilling to do so, he remembered that Hua Tuo had saved him, so he did not have any evil thoughts.
Later, Mao San took the only article he had and asked someone to translate it, and then he realized that the content of that article happened to be Hua Tuo's Ma Fei Powder.
Mao San prepared the Ma Fei Powder according to the ingredients in the content, but in terms of quality, it was not as sophisticated as Hua Tuo's. To be precise, the Ma Fei Powder produced by Mao San was a bit large, if you don't pay attention to the dosage.
, may kill people.
Of course, Mao San is not stupid. After conducting experiments on more than a dozen people, Mao San adjusted the dosage. The current Ma Fei Powder, which is the Tianfo San in Mao San's mouth, can easily stun people without
lethal.
Mao Sanyin smiled and added Ma Fei Powder into the beauty formula, stirred it well, and after stirring evenly, Mao San placed the formula in a cool place to let it rest.
Two days later, Mao San took out the beauty formula and handed it into the hands of the eighth lady Murong Ziyan.
Murong Ziyan opened the sandalwood box and smelled it. There was a faint medicinal smell, but she could accept it, so she asked Mao San: "Mao San, how is this used?"
Mao San said respectfully: "Madam, if this beauty formula is effective, you must take a little and then apply the rest on your face."
"Eat something?" Murong Ziyan frowned upon hearing this.
Murong Ziyan is a taste control person, and she never uses anything that tastes bad. Although the beauty formula in front of her does not look ugly, it has a medicinal smell, and Murong Ziyan cannot accept it.
"Mao San, can you not eat it and wipe it on your face?"
Mao San shook his head and said: "Madam, it's not possible. It's so-called internal and external cultivation... Don't worry, madam, just eat a little, and then I'll leave the rest to you..."
..”
Mao San glanced sideways at Murong Ziyan, and felt quite dissatisfied when he saw Murong Ziyan hesitated and did not speak.
"Well, forget it, I really can't stand this smell..." Murong Ziyan said, handing the beauty formula to a little maid beside her.
The little maid took the beauty formula, her eyes narrowed into thin slits when she smiled, and she kept nodding and bowing to Murong Ziyan in gratitude.
Murong Ziyan smiled and said: "Xiaozhu, you use it. If it's good, just tell me. Well, it won't be too late for me to use it next time."
The servant named Xiaozhu respectfully said yes, and then jumped away.
"This girl..." Looking at Xiaozhu's disappearing figure, Murong Ziyan shook her head helplessly.
Xiaozhu entered the Ma family compound earlier than Mao San, but she is indeed the youngest maid beside Murong Ziyan. She is just fourteen years old this year and is in the age of budding.
Little girls of this age are the most curious and the most tossing. In fact, Xiaozhu’s skin is very good and she doesn’t need any beauty formula at all. But when she saw Mao San making that thing for his wife, Xiaozhu asked Murong Zi
Yan coquettishly.
Murong Ziyan originally wanted to use the beauty formula, but she really couldn't get past the bad smell, so she could only give the beauty formula to Xiaozhu.
Mao San was very depressed about Murong Ziyan's behavior, but there was nothing he could do about it. Murong Ziyan was his nominal master. If his master gave his servant something, how could he dare to refuse it?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so Mao San decided to use Xiaozhu as a scapegoat first.
During dinner, Mao San lied to Xiao Zhu and said that the beauty formula must be kept in the house for three days for the effect to be effective. Xiao Zhu, a silly little girl, not only did not know that Mao San was lying to her, but also thanked Mao San repeatedly.
At night, when Xiaozhu boldly took some beauty formula, he fainted before even applying it on his face.
At the moment Xiaozhu fainted, Mao San sneaked into Xiaozhu's bedroom...
The next day, Xiaozhu did not come to "work". When Murong Ziyan asked, everyone said that Xiaozhu was using a beauty formula to beautify her face. Murong Ziyan smiled and stopped asking. After all, Xiaozhu's identity was very different from hers.
, it is very rare for a master to ask a servant.
But...three days later, Murong Ziyan still could not see Xiaozhu, so she reported the situation to the eldest lady Hua Yuexin.
At this time, Hua Yuexin was busy taking care of all the affairs at home. She had no time to care about a servant. As soon as Murong Ziyan opened her mouth, Hua Yuexin said directly, "Then I will give you another one."
Just a servant.
Although Murong Ziyan complained a little in her heart, she was very aware of the status gap between herself and the eldest lady Hua Yuexin, so she had no choice but to respectfully agree.
Returning to her bedroom, Murong Ziyan felt a little aggrieved and couldn't help but think of her husband, Ma Xiaoquan.
At this time, Mao San, who gathered friends of women, friends of girls, and friends of aunts, appeared.
After telling Murong Ziyan a lot of truths and jokes, Murong Ziyan finally burst into laughter and was very grateful to Mao San.
Mao San struck while the iron was hot and mentioned the beauty formula to Murong Ziyan again. Murong Ziyan did not refuse this time and agreed to Mao San's request, but also asked Mao San to make the taste of the beauty formula better.
Late at night, Mao San quietly came to Mao Gang's room and reported to Mao Gang the activities of the past few days.
After hearing this, Mao Gang was very satisfied and praised Mao San's cleverness. At the same time, he promised Mao San that as long as he stunned Murong Ziyan, Murong Ziyan would do whatever he wanted.
Mao San was overjoyed and happily pulled Mao Gang into an abandoned cellar not far from the Ma family compound.
"Sir, please look, this is the little girl next to Madam Murong, her name is Xiaozhu..." With the faint candlelight, Mao San pointed to a corner of the cellar.
Mao Gang frowned and took a look, feeling a strong chill in his heart.
"What's going on? Why is this girl like this?"
Mao San said hey: "Uncle, I don't know. After I stunned this little girl, I stripped her naked and whipped her with a whip, and then sprinkled salt... I didn't expect this girl to die. No,
Last night I poked her there with a red-hot poker, well, this girl is still a baby..."
Mao Gang glanced sideways for a second, and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, so he took a few steps back, frowned and said: "Kill him, you have been tortured enough..."
As Mao Gang was talking, Xiaozhu in the corner suddenly raised his head and suddenly said: "So, it's you... Mao... you..."
Mao Gang was very depressed, so he had no choice but to step forward, stretched out his right hand and pinched Xiaozhu's neck fiercely, and then twisted it hard. Hearing only two "clicks", Xiaozhu lost his voice.
"Papa..." Mao Gang clapped his hands and said with a frown: "That's the end of Xiaozhu's matter. Mao San, I want you to torture Murong Ziyan, not her little maid.
.....”
Mao San chuckled: "Yes, yes, uncle, am I sick? My hands are a little itchy, hehe..."
"Humph" Mao Gang snorted coldly and walked away.
Mao San didn't care at all, he just looked at Xiaozhu's body in the corner with a little regret, curled his lips and said: "It's a pity, I originally wanted to play for a few more days, hey, okay, then I will wait to torture Murong Ziyan
