"What are you all still looking at? Hurry up and pull this little bastard up! Can't you see the young master is suffering?"
Several more maids rushed out from behind the two servants, trying to take the little girl's hand.
Before she even reached the little dumpling, Ping'er ran out and tackled them all to the ground.
"Let's see if any of you dare to move!"
The girls tried to resist, but Ping'er slapped each of them, leaving the maids completely disoriented.
Seeing this, the two maids thought: These two young girls must be quite skilled; we can't afford to offend them right now. Even if we were to fight, we should wait for the Huang family servants to come and let them do it. So they hurriedly said...
"Miss, look at your young lady, she's holding our young master down and beating him. What if she gets seriously injured? It would be difficult for everyone to explain then, wouldn't it?"
"It's your young master's foul mouth!"
Huo Xiaolong was an adult after all, and she knew better than to hurt him. When she got up from Huang Yun, the young master's face was covered in tears and snot, and there were two lines of blood from his nose.
At least he managed to protect his face; there was some redness and swelling around his cheeks.
"When I get back, I'll tell my mother that you'll never be allowed to leave the house again, and she'll lock you all in a dark room! A prostitute will always be a prostitute, a vixen who only knows how to seduce men!"
—Slap
Huo Xiaolong slapped Huang Yun across the face, leaving one side of Huang's face larger than the other.
Huang Yun had never suffered such humiliation in his life. Even if he couldn't beat Little Potato, his mother would definitely help him get revenge when she saw the injury on his face. He also had an older sister, so he would have her come and beat her up!
The two maids then realized that the people in front of them were from a brothel, and their tone immediately hardened.
"We are from the Huang family, the county magistrate's family. You lowly sluts, why don't you stop now?"
Chunying is skilled in swordsmanship, so her strength is naturally much greater than that of ordinary girls. Since being nourished by Xiaotuanzi's elixir, her strength has been increasing day by day.
Among the girls at the brothel, she was the only one who knew the secret of the Little Dumpling Elixir. Looking at Ping'er, who could recently lift a bucket with one hand, she knew, but she didn't say anything.
Chunying tightened her fingers and said softly.
"We don't care what your young master says about us, but you can't speak so rudely about a child."
The two maids felt their hands were about to break. Begging for mercy in front of everyone wouldn't be a loss. Once they got back and reported to their mistress, they would make those little sluts suffer the consequences!
"Miss... we understand, please let go of my hand."
The people from Mobaozhai had already sent someone to inform the Huang family. When the Huang family steward heard that his young master had been beaten in the street, he ordered a few servants to come over at full speed.
"Apologize to my young master right now!"
Butler Huang grabbed a stick and started hitting Chunying on the back, but a young man in black shorts kicked it, breaking the stick in two.
A handsome young man, wielding a stick with its sharp end, aimed it at Butler Huang's eyes.
The boy spoke in a cold, icy voice, his words seeming capable of freezing people to death.
I wouldn't mind letting you be blind.
The stick stopped in front of Butler Huang, who was already in his fifties. Startled, he took two steps back and sat down on the ground.
In the biting cold of winter, a bead of sweat trickled down his temple.
"Let's go, Long'er."
"elder brother!"
The young man who rescued the damsel in distress was none other than Huo Xiaocheng.
He rushed home after delivering the goods to the market. Today was supposed to be his sister's day, so they could finally have a family reunion dinner. Huo Xiaocheng had planned to go to the Ink Treasure Shop to buy some storybooks for his sister and mother to keep them entertained. But as soon as he arrived, he saw Butler Huang brandishing a knife and stick at Chunying.
The boy in black led several girls out of the crowd and headed towards the red-light district.
He held Huo Xiaolong in his arms. The little dumpling had tilted her lion dance hat a bit while she was fighting earlier, so Huo Xiaocheng straightened it and pinched her cheeks a couple of times.
Chunying followed behind, watching this scene unfold.
She thought: This young man will definitely be a good father in the future.
The courtesan smiled gently, and suddenly all the beautiful scenery in the world paled in comparison to the color before her eyes. Huo Xiaocheng turned around and saw this sliver of red moon.
My heart skipped a beat.
Even at the tender age of sixteen, the cherry blossoms are still so beautiful. They may have lost some of the allure of my dreams, but they possess a youthful innocence that is truly precious.
He never hoped that his dream was real.
But at this moment, the boy hoped that things about the cherry blossoms would be the same as in his dream.
Huo Xiaocheng wanted to marry her, in a proper and formal way.
This time he was free, he didn't need to risk his life anymore, and Chunying no longer had to be his concubine or worry about him.
Time seemed to stand still for a few moments.
The little dumpling looked at the two people staring at each other and smiled.
"elder brother!"
The boy came to his senses and said
"What's wrong, Long'er?"
Huo Xiaolong whispered in his ear
"Don't you also think Chunying is pretty?"
A single sentence caused the young boy and girl's cheeks to turn red, and even Chunying, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, lowered her head.
She seems to understand those women who have had one-night stands with men a little better now, and her own heart is starting to stir a little more.
"Spring... Spring Cherry Blossom Girl, of course she's beautiful...beautiful as a fairy."
Huo Xiaocheng could barely speak properly, while his younger sister was still laughing.
"Thank you for your kind words, young master. I'll take Ping'er and head back now."
Chunying, lifting her skirt and pulling Ping'er who was carrying large and small bags behind her, hurried away. Part of her shyness was part of it, but another part was that she wanted to hurry back and tell Cen's mother about the little girl's fight that day.
This matter could be big or small, and only Madam Cen from Fengyue Tower could handle it.
"mom!"
"Manager Zhao, where is Mother Cen?"
Chunying returned to the brothel wanting to tell Cen's mother about it immediately, so she asked somewhat anxiously.
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