Today, because Huo Xiaolong and his children wanted to climb trees to play, the bodyguards changed their hiding place. A group of men in black were lying on the roof. The man with a blue rope tied around his wrist frowned, and Xiao Lanyi's bodyguard nudged him twice with his elbow and said...
"The token your young master gave to Miss Huo looks familiar; it's the same as the token of my general's secret guards."
"That is..."
His colleagues around him spoke indifferently, their breathing heavy.
That's terrible.
The Lan family's secret guards received Cen Ang's message and hurried to the border town. Lan Tingche was indeed doing well here, if... it weren't for that little girl who often beat him up.
I still remember my first day at Fengyue Tower, my job was to keep watch, which was actually to protect the young master's safety and be constantly aware of any potential dangers around him. Just because Lan Tingche mentioned that there was ginger in today's dishes, Miss Huo, behind Cen Ang's back, punched him, muttering something under her breath.
"You're being picky even though you're not making any money? Just eat whatever I give you. If you keep being picky, believe me, I'll make you eat ginger three times a day!"
The guards intended to separate the two children, but Huo Xiaolong, after hitting them, raised his little head and looked at his hiding place on the roof, clenching his little fists so tightly they made a cracking sound.
Lan Tingche also waved in his direction.
Lan Yi felt that her master had some unknown quirks, and that her mood would improve a little after being beaten by Huo Xiaolong.
"Brother Tingche, is this enough? Is there more?" Huo Xiaolong asked.
The little boy thought for a moment, then took out another object from his pocket—the tiger tally that his grandfather had just given him.
This thing has a pointed front, so it should be very handy for digging.
The little dumpling took it and continued digging. The Lan family's secret guards and the Xiao family's secret guards on the roof couldn't hold back any longer.
"That's the Tiger Tally! The Tiger Tally! Can't you tell your master to be a little more discreet? Is the Tiger Tally something to be trifled with? What if it gets lost?"
Xiao Lanyi's bodyguards were quite knowledgeable; they had seen tiger tallies before, even around the Grand General. But for a five-year-old child to possess such a thing was inappropriate!
The lips beneath the blue scarf were tightly pursed. He looked around, glancing at who behind him was more suitable to retrieve the tiger tally from Huo Xiaolong's hand.
Normally, if he, as the leader, simply glanced back, someone would step forward to risk their life for him. But today, all his men looked up at the sky, staring unmovingly at the white jade disc in the heavens.
It's not that we don't want to go. First, it's embarrassing to snatch something from a five-year-old. Second, this thing was given to us willingly by our young master. If you try to take it back, wouldn't that go against his wishes? Third, since they came to the brothel, the punctuality with which Zhang Mama calls them to eat has improved their health considerably, and their hidden injuries have lessened a lot. Although it looks a bit like feeding pigs, just tell me whether it's delicious or not!
"Lan Si, go and bring back the tiger tally."
"I'm not going... Master didn't say I could go..."
"Blue Five?"
—Da da da da da
The small wooden basin in Zhang's mother's hand rattled again, indicating that it was time to have some iced soup to cool off.
"Why don't we go get something to eat first, boss? Anyway, the young master knows the importance of the tiger tally. It's just digging some dirt, it won't get lost."
Lan Yi looked at the young master who was shaking his head at them, nodded, and came down from the roof.
As night fell, the three little ones had already drifted off to sleep.
Lan Tingche was combing his hair in front of the mirror. He had heard from the ladies at the brothel that combing your hair often would make it grow faster.
"master."
Lan Yi jumped in through the window and knelt on one knee.
"What's wrong?"
The little boy was already used to their way of getting along, and the Lan family's secret guards knew this very well, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to shake them off and run out of the house on his own.
"Forgive my impertinence, but the tiger tally... is the tiger tally coming back?"
The little boy's eyebrows arched slightly as he picked up a book from the table, flipped through it, and then said...
"No, it's with my sister."
"master?"
Lan Tingche raised a finger, interrupting Lan Yi, and then said...
"The Secret Guard Token is with her. Just listen to her as you would to me. As for the Tiger Tally, what do you think Long'er would do with it?"
The little boy was just over eleven years old. He dragged his crippled leg but had no expression. His fox-like eyes were completely still, like a pool of stagnant water.
“This subordinate knows that Miss Huo is innocent and lovely, but that is, after all, a tiger tally.”
"Blue One".
Lan Tingche's voice hadn't changed yet, and it was still somewhat childish. He looked at the man kneeling on one knee, interrupted him, and said...
"The tiger tally was my grandfather's last guarantee for me. He wanted me to live even if I didn't become the Prince of Zhennan, so that my uncle would be wary of me. But I don't like these things. If I could, I would rather use this thing to bring my parents back."
The little boy hopped to the window on one leg, looked at the bright moonlight, clenched his fists involuntarily, and said dejectedly.
"But they're not coming back."
"Therefore, Fengyue Tower is my second home."
"It doesn't matter to my family."
Lan Yi looked at his young master, whose mood was the same as before, and said nothing more. It seemed that he was only happy when he was playing with Miss Huo and the others.
At least he looks like a person.
"Who spread the word about my time at the brothel?" the little boy asked, turning his head to the side.
"It's the master's personal servant; no one else in the manor knows this," Lan Yi replied.
"Where is he?" Lan Tingche continued to ask.
“We arrested him immediately and interrogated him, hoping to uncover other spies in the mansion, but he refused to say anything.”
"And then... he died."
Lan Yi's face turned red. He had bitten his tongue and committed suicide, and it was also his fault that his subordinates hadn't kept a close eye on him.
"It's alright. There are a hundred ways for someone who wants to die. It's just a pity that we can't keep an eye on them. If they're not dead, bring them to the brothel so that Aunt Cen can have a go at them and vent her anger."
The little boy then continued to ask.
"Don't you think Aunt Cen and Aunt Hua seem to be aging rather slowly?"
Lan nodded.
"Indeed, it seems just like when we parted years ago, not much has changed. If there is any change, it is that you have a more mature demeanor."
The little boy reached out his hand, signaling the guards to help him back to bed, and then said...
"The brothel is a haven for men and women. Let Auntie come over for a visit."
"master?"
His fox-like eyes and slender tail twitched slightly upwards. He picked up the book on the table, flipped through a few pages, and then continued speaking.
“I said, let my aunt come over for a look around.”
"Yes, Master."
He knew that his aunt was unhappy because he had taken his cousin's place, and it was understandable that she would treat him badly. But as the mistress of the royal mansion, did she really have no idea that the emperor had planted spies in the mansion?
Lan Tingche did not believe it.
If I remember correctly, his aunt was the daughter of the Minister of Justice in the capital.
The Minister of Justice had previously been quite close to Jiang Liu.
What a coincidence! Aunt Cen also spent some time in the Ministry of Justice. We need to let my aunt know that not all the old people from the Crown Prince's residence have died out.
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