An Dou, who just got a name yesterday, was sent to teach these little potatoes martial arts. As a bodyguard, he also started training from this age and worked his way up step by step.
But……
"Brother An Dou, you can't be harsh on them, okay? You can't use the same twisted methods you used in the palace before, you know?"
Cen's mother had previously told Huo Xiaolong how the palace trained its secret guards, which terrified the boy. He kept thinking that feudalism was harmful and perverse.
And so, we have this scene today: a tiny figure standing in front of a man, giving him instructions.
“But that’s how I got here, I probably don’t know anything else.” An Dou scratched his head and then continued.
"And I don't know how to teach others, why don't you find someone else?"
Huo Xiaolong frowned, his large, watery eyes fixed on him.
"You can't rely on Sister Mingzheng to support you for the rest of your life. Aren't you a big man with a bad stomach?"
"..."
Actually, he could go out and find some guard work, but Mingzheng wouldn't let him go. She felt sorry for him; he had suffered too much before, and now she just wanted him to be happy and spend every day with her.
"Then I'll give it a try," the man nodded.
This was one of the few jobs his beloved had agreed to. He understood Mingzheng; the young lady was afraid that her master might send him to do something like murder or robbery.
An Dou took a deep breath and looked at the group of uneven little potatoes.
“From today onwards, I will come every afternoon to teach you martial arts. You are not allowed to be violent or aggressive. Your skills are only for strengthening your bodies and protecting yourselves. I hope you will not waste Miss Huo’s good intentions.”
Huo Xiaolong, who was watching the commotion from the wall, suddenly heard the man mention him. Her face flushed red and she slid down. Really, if you're going to teach, just teach. Why bring me up?
Little did they know how much effort Huo Panlijian had put in to make these little beggars remember Miss Huo's kindness by passing them notes to An Dou last night.
"Yes, Master!"
We will remember the young lady from the brothel who taught us to read and write.
From that day on, it was the rising sun, and it was a new beginning.
They get up early every day to read, practice martial arts in the afternoon, and work for an hour in the red-light district in the evening. Is this kind of life tiring? It is definitely tiring, but now, they don't need to worry about whether they will survive the next day, if they are lucky enough.
They could take the imperial examinations or go into business; at least they wouldn't be beggars anymore, living a muddled and aimless life, not knowing when they would wither away.
"Tingche, listen to your aunt and drink your medicine quickly, otherwise none of us will be able to persuade Long'er when she comes back."
"Yes, Tingche, be good."
No matter how the two women tried to persuade him, Lan Tingche kept staring at the back door. She had just gone out; when would she come back?
Huo Xiaolong was not there, and the little boy was a little flustered. He had no dirty thoughts; he was just pulled out of the water when he was seriously injured and drowning.
She was Lan Tingche's lifeline.
Seeing that they couldn't persuade them, Cen Ang and Hua Luan went outside, their faces gloomy.
"Madams, has the young master taken his medicine?" the apprentice asked as he stepped forward.
"not yet."
"Young master is suffering from inner turmoil. If he is not carefully cared for, he may become suicidal in the future," said Doctor Gu.
"Please, Doctor Gu, tell me how I can recover?" Hua Luan asked, sitting in front of the old man.
Doctor Gu shook his head and said
“This is not an external injury. Legs can be treated and wounds can heal, but mental illness cannot. No medicine can help.”
The two beauties looked dejected. How could such a good child have turned out like this? If it weren't for that incident, Tingche would never have left their side since he was a child, and they would never have let this happen.
After happily watching the little dumpling who was secretly fighting the sect, she grabbed Hou Xiangxiang and Da Ni'er's hands and skipped into the brothel, humming an unknown tune.
"Mom! Aunt Hua! I'm back!"
Hearing the noise outside the door, Lan Tingche struggled to his feet to reach the medicine on the table, then drank it all in one gulp.
"Mom, what's wrong? Are you unhappy again?"
"Aunt Hua?"
Huo Xiaolong is very sensitive to emotions, especially those of people close to her. Seeing that the two women were unhappy, she could almost immediately guess that it was because the little devil she had picked up was being disobedient again.
The little dumpling was about to storm in, still fuming, when she saw a little bald boy open the window, holding a bowl, and say to her...
"Little sister, I've finished my medicine."
His mother gave Cen Mama a lot of money, and even in the most critical moment, she did not forget to arrange a way out for the two maids closest to her. Mama said that his mother was the gentlest and best person in the world, so she could be gentle with him as long as she did not make Cen Mama angry.
Thinking of this, Huo Xiaolong grinned, his face as bright as the sunshine in the sky.
"Brother Tingche, be good!"
Something's not right, but at least I finished the medicine.
The two women were relieved and pushed Lan Tingche forward to play with Huo Xiaolong.
"Brother Tingche, did you run away on your own?" the little dumpling asked.
"Um."
As long as Huo Xiaolong was by his side, he felt at ease and no longer had to live in fear.
“Really?! I ran away on my own back then too!” Hou Xiangxiang said.
If she hadn't met Huo Xiaolong in Pingyang County, she would have suffered the same fate as the little boy, or even worse. She would have been kidnapped, trafficked, escaped, bullied, beaten, and forced to fight dogs for food.
In the past six months, Lan Tingche has witnessed almost all the suffering in the world, and he himself has been a victim of it.
"But you two have both run into me!"
Huo Xiaolong pushed the person to the side of the ice cellar, and he and his girlfriends lay on the recliners, swaying back and forth, enjoying themselves immensely.
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