"Senior Lu, could you please take a look at this drawing? Could it be completed before the Lunar New Year?" Liu Xu asked.

"And this one!" Huo Xiaolong said, holding up a piece of paper and waving it around.

Lu Fei threw down his hammer. Today was another day he wanted to go on strike. Ever since he came to Fengyue Tower, he had been working like an old ox, day and night.

From the hidden secret rooms in the brothel to the war chariots in Huo Xiaolong's hands, now even the wooden frames for the paper mill have to be made by him! What's going on? Are there no other carpenters in Pingyang County? Or is he the only one who signed a contract of servitude?

“Young lady, it’s not that I’m refusing you, but you see I’m almost always busy. How about we look at other carpenters?”

Alright, alright, the Mo family's eldest master will use you as carpenters.

“Senior, it’s not that we have to find you. All the carpenters in the county are already booked with work for us, and they’re booked until the fifteenth of next year. Aren’t you a cut above the rest in terms of skill?”

"Yes, yes, Uncle Lu! You're so fast and good at woodworking! Could you make me another one of these chariots?"

"Didn't I just finish revising one for you? The other one didn't turn out right?" Lu Fei was at his wits' end. He felt like he must have owed Huo Xiaolong something in his past life, otherwise why would he have a heart attack just looking at her?

"I'm working on it! This is my new drawing, a giant war chariot! It's huge! Uncle Lu, could you help me with some revisions? It would be best if it turned out right!"

The man didn't agree to the little girl's request. He calmly took the drawing from Liu Xu's hand and then said to the two sisters...

"Young lady, I'll finish this as soon as possible. Could you please take her outside first? I need some peace and quiet."

"Thank you, Senior Lu," Liu Xu bowed and said.

"What about mine? What about mine...?"

Huo Xiaolong, nestled in Liu Xu's arms, kicked wildly, shouting as he did so.

"I want some too! I want some too!"

She was met with a closed door from the senior master of the Mohist school. After the man inside saw the two sisters out, he took a deep breath.

Bring them all on! You think you can stay in the sect for the New Year? There's no way you'll make me suffer this hardship all by myself.

Lu Feigong was writing and drawing on the table when he summoned a carrier pigeon.

The brothel was indeed generous with its pay and the food was good; everyone treated him with utmost respect. Even when Huo Xiaolong asked him to make things, he would pay him, and quite a lot at that. But he was a human being! He wasn't an animal; how could he withstand such treatment?

Three days later, at the entrance of the Fengyue Tower

"Where is Lu Feigong?"

The young boy, who was new to the place, was a little surprised. Why was his senior master working in a brothel? Was it so hard to make a living outside? Even the eldest master of the Mo family could only work here?

"Yes, brother, what can I do for you?"

The speaker was Wenye. Today, a group of young girls were cleaning the brothel. The New Year was just around the corner, and the house needed to be bright and clean.

The child blushed at being called "little brother," and he said...

"We are his apprentices, and we received the message from them."

Behind the boy was a carriage. He turned around and pieced together several wooden planks, the end of which connected directly to the floor of the brothel. Then, a handsome young man pushed a wheelchair into the building with the boy's help. However, the man's legs were probably unable to stand, so his originally well-fitting brocade robes looked loose. His face was sickly pale, which made his red lips appear even more prominent.

"Miss, please inform them," the boy said to Wenye.

The young girls cleaning the building were startled by the man's appearance. Such a frail beauty was a rare sight in the border town. Girls of this type were scarce in the border town, let alone a man.

"Wow!"

Stop yelling and get to work!

"Wipe your drool first?"

"You brat, how dare you make fun of me!"

The girls were only shocked for a moment, then they started playing and fooling around together again.

This brothel seems quite different, Lu Wangji thought, sitting in his wheelchair. When his master uncle first received the letter, he intended to send several fellow disciples along, but his parents secured a spot for him.

They said he had been in the sect for too long and needed to go out and relax.

The man felt it was completely unnecessary. He loved his own little corner of the world; the sense of security it provided made him feel incredibly at ease.

Upon learning that their destination was a brothel, Lu Wangji immediately wanted to turn back, but it was too late; they had already traveled halfway. His master uncle, the sect leader, was afraid that he would change his mind halfway, so he had asked the boy to inform him later.

"Senior Lu is in the backyard, let me lead you there."

"Thank you for your hard work, young lady."

Wenye waved her hand and led the way, with the little boy following behind Lu Wangji until they reached the threshold of the back door.

"Senior brother, wait for me, I'll go back and get the plank."

The man nodded.

Manto finished class early today, and Zhancui went shopping with Zhang's mother. It's almost Lunar New Year's Eve, and they need to buy more food for the family; they should buy as much as possible, just in case they don't have enough.

"Hello, Miss Mando"

"Okay, what's Wenye doing here?"

"These are Senior Lu's nephews; they received the message and just arrived."

Manto looked down at Lu Wangji, who was sitting in a wheelchair. With just that one glance, the man's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

"How could he grow up like this?" he thought to himself.

She's practically a fairy from a storybook, no, she *is* a fairy.

Lu Wangji looked up and glanced at Mantuo again; this time, not only her face but also her neck turned red.

"Hahaha"

Mando chuckled a few times, tucked the twin swords behind her back, bent down and picked him up along with the wheelchair, carrying them over the threshold.

"Young master, my apologies."

After saying this, the young lady turned and left, leaving Lu Wangji with only a few wisps of her alluring fragrance. The scent lingered around the man's nose, and his fingers turned white as he gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly.

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