"Would you like to fill in your name too, Long'er?"
Cen Ang was holding Huo Xiaolong and filling out the military merit plaque that Xiao Lanyi had sent a few days ago. The little dumpling had also contributed to the city wall and had the greatest merit, so Cen's mother asked her daughter if she wanted to write her name on it.
The child is too young, and they want to give her the safest protection, but if Long'er wants it, it's not impossible.
"don't want."
"Why don't you want it?" Cen Ang asked, looking into his daughter's dark eyes.
"I'm too young, I'll only cause trouble for my family."
The woman embraced her; how could she be so understanding? So understanding it broke her heart.
"Mom, what does a vanguard general do?" Huo Xiaolong asked, pointing to the rank on Chunying's name.
"They are the ones who charge ahead. Your sister Zhiyin and sister Chunying are both very skilled and powerful, the kind of people who can hold off ten thousand men."
"And this one? The Secretary General."
"These two are mainly responsible for the military's food and supplies allocation. It's the same as always, Ruyi and Sister Liuxu."
"Ouch."
Cen Ang rested his chin on his daughter's head and asked softly.
"What does Long'er want to do in the future?"
The little dumpling looked at her and said earnestly.
"I want everyone in the world to have enough to eat, warm clothes to wear, a home to live in when they are young, and a place to rely on when they are old."
Mrs. Cen smiled and held her daughter's little hand as she spoke.
"How can someone as small as you worry about such big things? This is not something we can do; it is something that the current emperor, the one in power, needs to consider."
"Then can't I be the emperor?"
Huo Xiaolong said this with a sincere and confident expression.
Cen Ang looked at her in disbelief and shock.
"Long'er is a girl?"
"Can't women do it?"
"But Long'er is not of royal blood..."
"Is it not allowed?"
The woman's expression changed from disbelief to pride in an instant, and Cen Ang felt a surge of excitement, goosebumps rising on his arms.
Yes, can't women do it?
Does it mean that you can't be a royal?
Her nose felt a little sore, and she hugged the girl and said...
"Fine! Anything my son wants, he can have!"
Why not?
Since she was determined to dethrone the emperor, why couldn't her daughter sit on the empty throne? Her daughter was intelligent, resourceful… well, let's not even talk about that, she was capable—why couldn't she?
"Then... Mom, can I have this?" Huo Xiaolong asked, pointing to the military merit talisman on the stone table.
The woman pursed her lips and said...
"This won't do; it belongs to Marshal Xiao."
"Okay, I'll go ask him for it later."
"..."
Watching Xiao Lanyi take Pu Zi away, Huo Xiaolong quickly climbed over the wall and followed. It was still the same brothel's back courtyard. The little girl blocked the tall man's path and said...
"Marshal Xiao...!"
The man lowered his head and teased her.
Why aren't you calling me Xiao Lanyi today?
"I need your help today."
"What's wrong? Tell me."
Normally, none of the sons-in-law at Fengyuelou would refuse Huo Xiaolong's requests. But who is Xiaotuanzi? She's his sister-in-law! She's not just letting things slide; she's accusing him openly and confidently.
"Can you give me a copy of your puzi? I only want the few pages from Sister Fengyuelou."
"No, but I can let you copy it."
Huo Xiaolong immediately went to get a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, weighed them down with a paperweight, and began to copy.
"Tsk..."
"Tsk..."
Two smacking sounds rang out, and it was almost too much to bear to watch.
"You're so pretty, how come your handwriting is so terrible?" Xiao Lanyi looked at the crooked, scrawled characters with some surprise.
The little dumpling pointed at him with a calligraphy brush and said...
"Can't you even chat properly! Whose handwriting is so bad! It's yours that's bad! You think I won't tell Sister Ruyi!"
Ink splattered onto Xiao Lanyi's armor, and a few drops landed on Huo Xiaolong's own face. Marshal Xiao nodded, suppressing a laugh with all his might.
"Hmm... okay. Hahahahahahaha."
Sorry, I just couldn't hold it in, the tall man laughed so hard he bent over.
"You! You just wait, I'll go and get someone who writes nicely!"
"Sharp sword! Sharp sword! Someone is laughing at me!" Huo Panlijian studies very hard and has already jumped to Class B twice. Now she only needs to take the exam once a week. The little girl's handwriting is also beautiful. Every teacher in the county school praises her.
Watching the figure scaling walls and leaping across eaves, Ruyi came out of the building carrying a wooden basin and asked...
What are you arguing with her about now?
"Look."
Xiao Lanyi picked up the two lines of writing that Huo Xiaolong had written. They were crooked and illegible, and even Ruyi couldn't bear to look at them.
"It is a bit embarrassing, but you can't just say it directly. What if the child gets hurt?"
In the distance, Huo Xiaolong led Huo Pan back to Fengyue Tower with his sword. Seeing Ruyi beside him, the young girl immediately spoke...
"Sister Ruyi, Xiao Lanyi said my handwriting is terrible."
The girl in plain clothes hadn't put down the paper yet. She carefully examined the words for a while before speaking.
"Our Long'er's handwriting... um... is rather... lively? Just as adorable as she is!"
"..."
Is this just empty praise?
Xiao Lanyi was completely dumbfounded. Could you really say something like that?
"Look! Even my sister Ruyi said it's alright."
Okay, the listener believed it.
"Sharp Sword, help me copy this down, just these few pages will do."
"Okay," the little girl nodded and began to write furiously.
No one knew why Huo Xiaolong insisted on copying these pages; she thought Xiao Lanyi had done a really good job. She wanted one too, but unlike Xiao Lanyi, hers belonged to the Huo family, to Huo Xiaolong.
And the very first page should begin with the group of women from the brothel.
If one day, when the great cause is accomplished and the name Huo Xiaolong can resound throughout the Great Yan, the first thing she will do is distribute this military merit token.
She wanted to show the world just how amazing the ladies of the brothel were.
"This little girl has pretty good handwriting," Xiao Lanyi said from the side.
Huo Xiaolong snorted and continued...
"Isn't she beautiful! My woman!"
The little girl patted her chest, pointed to herself with her thumb, and stood tall with great pride, as happy as if she had won a battle.
The writing sword smiled and bowed its head, wondering if it had disgraced Miss Huo. It had done so, even in a small matter, it had helped Miss Huo.
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