Before these children fully understood the hardships Huo Xiaolong had endured, they could still laugh. But when Zhao Kai asked these little potatoes to learn how to write Huo Xiaolong's name, the children suddenly felt like crying.
Manager Zhao originally intended to teach them to write their own names, but instead, the group of children started using sequential names like "Little Five," "Little Six," and "Little Seven," from smallest to largest.
Alright, since you don't have names, why don't you learn how to write your savior's name? No problem, right?
Huo Xiaolong's calligraphy is full of strokes; several children looked at the examples on the blackboard and drew on their paper.
Miss Huo's life is really tough, she has to... every day
They looked around at the doors and windows sealed off by quilts, and then at the roaring stove. It wasn't too bad; their bodies weren't suffering, but their minds were.
The white-bearded old man slowly opened his eyes, wondering if he would encounter his master in the underworld. If he did, he would certainly have to show off. He had not only seen the God of Literature, but also the God of Wealth.
I just don't know why, but both of them are girls?
He would rather think that Heaven had made a mistake in his reincarnation than doubt his divination and physiognomy skills.
Because the fortune he calculated for himself was even more outrageous. This year he would face a hurdle, a life-or-death tribulation, which he could only overcome by encountering someone with the double phoenix luck.
Haha, Shuangfeng, whose emperor has two empresses?
Wouldn't these two be fighting tooth and nail to death?
He never doubted himself; no matter what, his master's judgment was the best! He certainly couldn't afford to make a mistake!
Do they have kang beds in the underworld? It warmed my back nicely, but my throat was a little dry.
"water……"
"You're awake?"
Yesterday, Doctor Gu stayed at the Fengyue Tower again. The young apprentice was taking care of the old man. When the apprentice heard the noise on the bed, he immediately got up and poured him a glass of water.
Where am I?
This is a brothel.
"Huh? I'm not dead?"
"No, your kids brought you a brothel."
Mrs. Cen seemed preoccupied today, absent-minded in everything she did. He Yi was sewing clothes for Huo Xiaolong beside her, but didn't ask what was wrong. Everyone has their worries sometimes, right?
Tsk, that old man looks more and more familiar. Where have I seen him before?
He just couldn't remember. Cen Ang closed his eyes to rest, and the scenes from the capital city flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
"Madam Cen... the old man has woken up."
The two women nodded, put down their work, and as mothers, they had to go and see the person their daughters had saved.
When the two women, one in black and one in white, entered the house, the white-bearded old man almost choked on his breath. The two women's aura was so strong it seemed to reach the roof beams.
No wonder!
No wonder!
No wonder he wasn't dead. The old man clicked his tongue; he couldn't understand it.
The change of power in this world is a foregone conclusion, but why is it so strange?
How are you feeling?
Is it any better?
"Thank you both for your help, ladies. Please take care of my children."
"No trouble at all, my little girl enjoys playing with them."
How could I not like it? Huo Pan's sword was made for your daughter; you couldn't help but like it. But the old man didn't say it; some things are best left unsaid, just kept to yourself.
"May I ask your name?" Cen Ang asked.
I need to figure out who you are, it's really frustrating to be stuck in my thoughts!
"Just call me Old Man Bai. I'm practically a walking graveyard man, nothing to brag about."
The old man waved his hand, meaning he didn't want to talk about it and that a title would suffice.
The two ladies didn't make things difficult for him. At his age, how could he possibly cause trouble in a brothel? Did he really think the leader of the martial arts alliance was just a figurehead?
"Do you remember that old man? He looks familiar," Cen Ang asked Zhao Kai as soon as he came out of class.
"No……"
He didn't know as many people in the capital as Cen's mother did. Who was Cen Ang? She was the head maid and head maid of the Crown Princess! Even high-ranking officials had to treat her with utmost respect.
What about myself?
Third place in the imperial examination?
There are a bunch of Hanlin Academy scholars, but they're not worth much. There are tons of top scholars in the imperial examinations!
In the afternoon, the group of children followed Huo Xiaolong around, jumping and running, chasing after her to pick up tank parts for her. Some even wanted to help Huanlu and the others by doing laundry, but were tricked away by a group of older girls with candy.
"Big sister!"
Are you tired today?
"Miss Huo treated us to lots of delicious food today."
"Yes, yes, we can even write her name now!"
Huo Panlijian was greeted by a group of younger siblings who cuddled her. The little girl happily hugged them. Today, she truly understood the painstaking efforts of Huo Xiaolong's mother.
Even those who went out to work were only used for carrying small items in pairs, or for running errands and delivering messages.
"Where's my older sister? What did she eat today?"
The little girl answered
"My older sister had porridge and eggs for breakfast this morning, and stew with meat for lunch, just like everyone else in the neighborhood."
"Wow! Big sister is eating meat too! We're having meat today too!"
"Miss Huo treated us to wontons today, I'm almost embarrassed to say I just started eating."
"Yeah, she ordered us to eat it, and we obeyed."
The little girl looked at her chattering younger siblings and felt her heart was filled. It would be a lie to say that this day was not tiring. What happened a few days ago had made her so worried that she hadn't slept for a whole day and night.
Now it's all good...
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