"Oh my god, there's barely any room to step in this house!"
Seeing that the gates of Fengyue Tower were tightly closed, Huo Xiaolong hurriedly ran to the backyard, climbed over the wall, and came in. Before Xiao Tuanzi had even gone downstairs, the bloody scene in the yard made her frown and complain.
Let these people come, why can't you do what you just did?
If someone blocks your way in the mountains, you don't even need to deal with them. But if you start a fight in my house, my sister will have to clean up the mess.
So annoying!
The girls in the building all suffered some injuries, some minor, though none were fatal, but they all bled.
Chunying had a cut on her arm, and the knife was poisoned. Huo Xiaocheng was circling around Doctor Gu.
"Dr. Gu, is my wife alright?"
"What kind of poison is this? Is it easy to cure?"
"Dr. Gu..."
The old man was a little agitated and reached out to pat the table, saying...
"Alright, alright! You're circling around me like a donkey, how am I supposed to take your wife's pulse!"
Chunying glared at him and said
"Sit there quietly and don't disturb Doctor Gu."
During the time leading up to his marriage, the once spirited young man shed his childishness and began striving to emulate the eagle. He sat down next to the courtesan, his trembling hands unable to conceal his anxiety.
"The poison is indeed difficult to cure."
Upon hearing this, Huo Xiaocheng's heart leaped into his throat, and then he heard...
"But for the brothel, it's not difficult at all. They just need to get some elixirs and drink them for a few days."
"Okay! Alright."
Anyway, as long as it's treatable.
In broad daylight, even the martial arts masters didn't know where to put so many corpses. It seemed that these secret guards had been scouting the area for at least a month.
They knew when the brothel closed, when there were no customers, and even the girls' daily lunch break.
The only girl who wasn't injured today was Mantuo. The young lady, pregnant and wielding two swords, was well protected by the sisters in the building and her husband.
Every time she thought of drawing her sword to fight, the enemy would fall to the ground before she could even raise it, making her feel a little embarrassed.
She felt somewhat uninvolved, and even now, when she wanted to help Ping'er and the others tidy up the courtyard, her own maidservant turned her back.
"What are you doing, young lady? Aren't you pregnant? Hurry up and sit down, don't try to take our work."
When was the last time You Sheng dared to speak to her like that? Man Tuo looked around at the girls sitting around her, who were sitting there legitimately. Liu Xu waved her hand and said, "If I tell you to sit, then sit. Don't even mention you, even Mother Cen wouldn't dare to compete with these girls for a job."
Didn't you see the darkroom? It's so clean and shiny, and they even use incense.
Even after all that, Cen Ang didn't say a word.
"Oh dear sister, does it hurt?" Huo Xiaolong asked as he approached Chunying.
The courtesan shook her head and said...
"It hurts a little, how about Long'er blows on it for me?"
The little dumpling pouted, breathed twice on the wound, and then asked again.
Does it still hurt?
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Chunying patted the little girl's head twice and said with a smile.
It really doesn't hurt anymore; seeing you makes me feel much better.
Afterwards, Huo Xiaolong breathed on each of the injured sisters. Under the willow tree, the little bald man, who seemed out of place in this world, bit his lip, his eyes red.
"What's wrong with you, Tingche?"
From the moment Xiao Tuanzi entered the hospital, she noticed that the little boy's emotions were a bit off. He had depression, and his mood was so bad that she had to keep an eye on him at all times, otherwise he would run away from home again, which would be the death of Cen Ang.
"Are the girls... because of me...?"
I got hurt because of you.
If I don't come...
If I hadn't come, would this have prevented it from happening?
If only I hadn't come...
No, that's not it.
Huo Xiaolong handed him a few Thousand Red Fruits and said.
"No, let me tell you, before you came, there had been several fights in the building, similar to this one, anyway..."
"Anyway, it has little to do with you. The older sisters need to stretch their muscles too, right?"
Lan Tingche clenched his hands on his knees, trying hard not to cry out, but he just couldn't help it.
"I just feel, I just feel that I'm very useless."
"Even your younger sister can... can help her aunt with something."
"Only me...only I stay in the room every day, I'm useless, and I only cause trouble for you."
Why.
Huo Xiaolong sighed as he looked at Lan Tingche, who was crying with tears streaming down his face. He stood on the stone bench, pulled Lan Tingche into his arms, and stroked his head like a dog, saying...
"You're being too formal. You've already called her aunt, so we're family now. It's nothing. Even if Fengyuelou doesn't want to take care of you, won't my mother? If my mother takes care of you, then everyone in Fengyuelou will have to take care of you. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Everything will pass."
The little boy had some stubble on his head, which was a bit prickly.
The little girl felt her neck tighten and her body was being pulled upwards. When she turned around, she saw her father lifting her up.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
The eagle stared at Lan Tingche with unfriendly eyes and said in an icy voice.
"Men and women should not touch each other. Stay away from men from now on."
Huo Xiaolong glanced at him and said
"No, Dad, I'm only five years old! Five years old! Do you even know what five years old means?"
Huo Shuwen knows her daughter too well; she knows everything. She's doing this on purpose.
"That won't work either. I said no, and that means no."
"How can you be so authoritarian, Father? You don't have the final say! I'm going to tell Mother!"
The eagle ignored her, picked up the daughter and placed her in Huo Xiaocheng's arms, then continued speaking.
"Keep a close eye on your sister and be wary of outsiders."
That's how he got married to He Yi. Cry, cry, cry. You're the only one who can cry.
Lan Tingche didn't understand Huo Shuwen's meaning at first, then blushed and lowered his head. It wasn't because he was shy, but because he felt that Uncle Huo was very nice. He never spoke ill of him like a stranger, unlike Aunt Hua and his aunt, who always spoiled him.
Mainly, he resembles his father.
His father also spoke to him in the same way.
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