Xiao Ya stared at the two people in the restaurant drinking tea and eating hot food.

Turning to look at Guo Guo behind her, she said, "Mother, she brought my brother out to sneak a bite to eat, but she didn't bring Xiaoya. Does she not love Xiaoya anymore?"

Guo Guo was taken aback, wondering why Xiao Ya thought that way.

"Madam, you love your young master very much!" Guo Guo looked at the clothes the little girl was wearing, the medicine wrapped around her injured finger, and the little tuft of hair in her hair.

If you don't love him, then the little master in front of you is just a little clay figure.

The little girl nodded. She wasn't very smart, but she was very cute, and her mother couldn't possibly not love her.

Walking down the street, Xiao Ya suddenly saw a very lively place. She went over and saw someone kneeling on the ground selling himself to bury his father.

The girl who sold herself was dressed in thin clothes, and a bamboo mat wrapped around a dead body was placed in front of her.

"She's so pitiful!" the little girl said, buying a thick coat from the clothing store across the street.

He slowly walked up to the girl who was selling herself.

She is really beautiful.

The people on the ground were frozen stiff. She was kneeling on the ground, and her knees must have been very cold. Her mother had said that women should not be exposed to the cold.

The young woman was so poor that she was only wearing one piece of clothing, leaving a large expanse of her neck exposed. It was all white and bluish-white, and the cold had caused it to turn slightly pink. The little girl didn't like being in such a cold.

She put the clothes she was holding on the girl.

"Now I won't be cold anymore." After saying that, the little girl ran to Guo Guo's side: "I did a good deed too!"

"The girl is kind-hearted." Guo Guo was a year or two older than Xiao Ya, although he didn't yet understand the complexities of human nature.

But she had also sold herself into servitude, and at that time she longed for a kind-hearted person to help her.

but……

They were often hungry and poorly clothed; it was a miracle if their clothes were even clean, as they were often riddled with holes.

There's something strange about this woman in front of me.

Fu Chuntang spotted Xiaoya from afar. He went over and saw what she was doing. He burst out laughing. He had originally thought that young girls shouldn't be so kind and would be easily deceived.

but……

"You're such a clever little devil." Fu Chuntang walked over to Xiaoya and poked her nose.

The little girl's eyes widened: "Where was the cleverness?"

“It’s obvious that the girl wants to find someone who is attracted to her beauty. How can she attract anyone by dressing her in such thick clothes?” Fu Chuntang felt that he should teach Xiaoya some dangers.

The little girl glanced down at her clothes.

The question was asked with utter ignorance: "Does wearing less clothing make you more attractive and likable?"

Fu Chuntang nodded.

The little girl seemed to understand but not quite, and began to take off her clothes.

Fu Chuntang's eyes widened.

"Little girl needs her mother's approval too!" Fu Chuntang stopped her before she could even take off her clothes.

“Your mother will only like you if you're dressed. You're different from her.” Fu Chuntang’s heart was in his throat. He felt that if things didn’t go well, his heart would jump out of his stomach.

You can't just teach children anything.

The little girl took a step back and lowered her hands. She also wanted her mother to play with her: "Why?"

"Because... if you wear too little, you'll get sick. When you're sick, you're vulnerable and need care and attention. If you get sick, your mother will feel sorry for you and be good to you, but she'll feel bad. Can you bear to see her like that?"

Fu Chuntang's mind raced. He thought the world was dangerous; he believed only children were dangerous, and that he was simply too naive to understand society.

After dressing the little girl, he said, "I'll take you to eat candied hawthorns."

"Okay!" Little Ya seemed to be convinced.

The two walked towards the market.

Candied hawthorn berries are made from hawthorn berries.

The pits were removed, and sugar syrup was poured over them, making the bright red candied hawthorn look delicious.

The moment I saw it, my mouth watered.

Fu Chuntang bought two skewers, one for Xiaoya and one for Guo Guo, who was following behind Xiaoya. He was too old to eat things that four or five-year-old children liked.

After calming the little girl down, Fu Chuntang walked towards the street. The man who had sold himself to bury his father had already left.

He asked someone for advice.

"You mean that girl? The magistrate bought her. He thought she was dressed in many clothes, young, fair-skinned, and pretty, so he gave her to his son. He said that girls who start taking care of their health when they are young will definitely have good bodies and will have easier children."

"..." Fu Chuntang shook his head.

He didn't understand the magistrate's way of thinking.

It's weird.

Su Jiaoniang walked down from the restaurant with Futu, whose body had warmed up.

I saw a person wearing green clothes holding a portrait of a golden lock.

This person followed behind Lu Congrong with a very respectful attitude...

Good grief, something else happened without her knowing.

Lu Congrong's clothes were also changed to be very gorgeous, made of brocade, and seemed to have been made by a very skilled tailor. They fit her perfectly and covered up all of Lu Congrong's flaws.

The makeup on their faces is no longer exaggerated or frightening.

It appears to have been meticulously repaired.

Her complexion is rosier, and her eyebrows and eyes are much more refined.

Tsk... This is never going to end!

Su Jiaoniang stared at Lu Congrong.

Futu followed her gaze.

Is the Lu family about to face another crisis? But don't worry, Lu Dashan is still in his hands! Back then, Lu Congrong didn't actually kill Lu Dashan; he secretly took him away.

"Mother, it's time to go home. I need to study so I can take the imperial examination next year," Fu Tu said, putting down his chopsticks.

Su Jiaoniang stood up. The six-year-old scholar seemed to have never heard of it before.

It's probably not easy to pass the exam.

However, if this person is a Buddha, nothing is impossible.

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