Ding Youtian pushed his stinky feet away in disgust, and kicked him a few times in annoyance. He couldn't understand how a grown man could climb into his bed and sleep like a dead pig. Even kicking him several times couldn't wake him up.

He angrily dressed and got out of bed, only to feel the smell of Huo Jincheng's stinky feet filling his nostrils. He grabbed his cloth socks and couldn't help but sniff them. There was no strange smell at all. It was better to have a wife. He turned his head and glanced at Huo Jincheng, and his heart suddenly felt much more balanced.

In the past, Xiu Gu changed his socks every day, and now Jian Ning does the same. Considering that Huo Jincheng is a widower with no one loving him, he decided to let him go and not retaliate against him for framing him before.

After putting on his shoes, he went to the kitchen.

Jian Ning was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. When she saw him come in, she asked while cutting vegetables, "How are you feeling? Doesn't your head hurt?"

Ding Youtian lowered his head and touched his nose, feeling a little uncomfortable. He was prepared to be scolded or for Jian Ning to ignore him.

"I'm asking you a question. Your head still hurts, doesn't it?" Without hearing him say anything, Jane Ning turned her head and looked at him. "Would you like some more water?"

"Oh, no, it doesn't hurt." Ding Youtian took the fire stick from Qiaofeng and said, "I'll do it. You go to the clinic to help Jinyu."

"Master, I'll go to the clinic then."

"Okay, go ahead."

After Qiaofeng left, Ding Youtian secretly glanced at Jian Ning and saw that she looked calm and didn't look angry at all, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did Huo Jincheng fall asleep? His feet are so smelly, and he even put them in my arms, almost suffocating me. Why did you bring him to my bed?"

"He's drunk. If he doesn't sleep with you in the east room, should he be brought to the main room? Should he sleep on your couch or on my bed?"

"He's drunk?" Ding Youtian was stunned. "You didn't make him drunk, did you?"

Jian Ning glanced at him sideways, "He asked for it."

Her words were a real hammer. It was indeed she who had defeated Huo Jincheng. His wife was amazing! Ding Youtian hadn't expected Jian Ning to be so capable. It seemed that there was nothing she couldn't do. While secretly admiring her, he also felt invisible pressure.

He suddenly became less confident in himself. The prefect seemed to have some opinions about him last time. He must not fail in the county and prefectural examinations after the New Year. What would he do if he lost face in front of Jian Ning?

Ding Youtian was in a low mood for a moment. He just kept adding firewood and said nothing more.

At this time, Ma Fuquan's voice came from the yard. He came with Tian Erge and Yuechan. He knew that Tian was still with Jian Ning at this time, so he led them directly to Jian Ning.

"Is this your last pot of wine for the day? I'll make it for you, and you can help with the cooking. We'll eat here tonight. You don't have to take your wages today, just consider it as a meal for our family."

Yuechan also took Yue'e's place. Tian pulled Yue'e into the kitchen, laughing and repeating what Ma Fuquan said to Jian Ning. Jian Ning laughed and said, "Then I really made up for it. Brothers should settle accounts clearly. My eldest brother may have eaten it, so I have to make up for it to him."

Tian waved her hand and said, "Okay, no problem, let's do it."

She then went to blast Ding Youtian, "Hey, there's no need for a grown man like you to light a fire. Leave it to Sister Yue'e. Go and talk to your brother Ma for a while."

Ding Youtian threw away the fire stick, got up and left without saying a word.

Jian Ning turned her head and glanced at him. What's wrong with this guy? Is he unhappy?

At the dinner table, Ding Youtian's mood improved, and he clamored to have a drinking contest with Ma Fuquan and Tian Erge. Jian Ning brought in the dishes and said, "You're still drinking, aren't you afraid of getting drunk to death?"

"You don't understand that." Ding Youtian laughed and said, "It's because I got drunk at noon that I need to drink wine to sober up at night."

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

After Ma Fuquan finished speaking, Jian Ning smiled and said, "He's fighting fire with fire. He gets up wherever he falls. But someone fell and is still sleeping soundly with his head covered."

Wei Dongfang had just gone to the east room to see Huo Jincheng, whom Jian Ning mentioned. He was still fast asleep. It was mainly because he was exhausted from traveling at full speed for several days, not entirely because of drunkenness.

At dinner, the men still dominated the table. Jian Ning, Tian Shi and the others ate in the kitchen with the children. At the dinner table, Wei Dong asked Ma Fuquan what General Geng looked like. He had only seen someone who called himself General Geng.

According to his description, he was a strong man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a sturdy build.

Wei Dong's face grew serious after hearing this. According to his description, he was indeed the same as General Geng under the command of King Pingnan.

However, it is not ruled out that it is a disguised person from the underworld.

"How about this? Jincheng and I will stay at the clinic at night and act as your housekeepers. How do you think?"

Wei Dong looked at Ding Youtian and asked.

After all, it was his disciple who informed Grand Tutor Jian Ning about the matter, which caused such a big trouble for their family.

It is his and Huo Jincheng's responsibility to protect their family's safety.

"That's great! Now our family can rest easy. But Ding has a request that I would like to make. I wonder if I should ask it."

Wei Dong said, "You can say whatever you want. As long as our family can do its best, there will be no objection."

Upon hearing this, Ding Youtian said frankly, "Brother Huo is Uncle Wei's most respected disciple. I only have one child, a young one, so I naturally cherish him more and am deeply worried that something might happen to him. If possible, I would like to ask Brother Huo to take the trouble to pick up and drop off the child with my uncle. I just don't know if Brother Huo can agree to my request. I would also like Uncle Wei to put in a good word for me in front of Brother Huo."

"This disaster is caused by us, so of course we have to do it. We will tell Jincheng when he wakes up." Wei Dong agreed and still took the blame for Huo Jincheng.

Huo Jincheng slept until Jian Ning finished telling the story. He never dreamed that when he woke up, he, a first-rank sword-bearing guard, would become Dabao's personal bodyguard. It was his master who had promised Ding Youtian in person. If he went back on his word, it would be like slapping his master in the face. So he had to nod in agreement.

When Jian Ning knew that Ding Youtian had arranged such a good job for Huo Jincheng, making him her son's follower, she felt relieved.

"Mom, this isn't a good idea, is it? Uncle Huo has his own things to do. I don't think it's necessary to trouble him to pick me up every day." Dabao quietly discussed with Jian Ning, "How about I go and tell him."

"It's okay. He has all these skills and is just sitting there doing nothing. Your mother and father took great care of Ah Man when he lived with us. There's no need to be too formal with him. Also, be sure to carry the hidden weapon that mother gave you with you, just in case. Don't be careless. Remember?"

Dabao nodded: "Don't worry, Mom. I've made a note of it."

The next morning, Huo Jincheng got up early and packed his things. As expected, he went to school with Mr. Ding San to send Dabao and the others.

After a few days of picking up and dropping off, the craftsmen who came home for the holidays arrived one after another. He and Weidong still stayed in the clinic at night and escorted Dabao as usual every morning and evening.

After the Lantern Festival, he and Mr. Ding San had just returned from the town that day when officials from the Ministry of Revenue, accompanied by local officials, came towards Dingjia Village in a mighty procession, bringing rewards from the court.