Looking at that beggar dressed in all black, wolfing down his food.
The children would always think of their past selves, and the beggars that Huo Panlijian brought in were all different types each time. Some were pitiful because they had been kidnapped and had their legs broken, while others were so hungry that they were just skin and bones. Each one was shocking and heartbreaking.
Did you see that?
Without Huo Xiaolong, this would be your fate.
Some things, when done without a word, can pierce the heart like a knife.
The summer sun shone brightly on a young girl dressed in a scholar's robe. She wore a light blue, traditional-style scholar's dress, its loose hem swaying gently with her steps, like a summer breeze. The dress was made of a light, thin material, embroidered with delicate patterns, showcasing the girl's resilience while maintaining the dignified bearing of a scholar.
Her hair was styled into a simple bun hanging down her back, with a few strands falling gently beside her cheeks, adding a touch of casualness. A jade hairpin adorned the bun, its warm, smooth texture complementing her skin beautifully.
A pair of white cloth shoes, embroidered with a few small flowers, complemented her dress perfectly.
The girl had a red purse hanging from her waist, embroidered with a phoenix, clearly the work of the Hou family.
“Miss Huo,” Li Jian called out.
"Did your master agree?"
Huo Xiaolong shook his head, then said
"Uncle Wang didn't agree, but Aunt Hua did, hehe."
Seeing Miss Huo happy, the young girl was also happy, so she smiled and said
"That's good. Let's go watch Cuju (ancient Chinese football)."
The reason why Huo Xiaolong didn't play today is because the only weakness of this child, besides her bad handwriting, is her football skills. She is quite accurate, but she is too strong. She breaks five or six balls in a game, so Feng Yuandao won't let her participate in the competition anymore.
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