The brothel hadn't opened at night for several years. The ladies inside sat in the main hall, surrounded by a large group of people. The maids also came to join in the fun. To be honest, since Long'er grew up, I haven't seen anyone get beaten up.
Huo Xiaolong, out of consideration for the children's feelings, avoids disciplining his two current children in front of others.
In the red-light district, the brothel that never sleeps has lit up again, and several servants have come to inquire.
"What? Is the brothel open tonight?"
“No, we’re planning to beat the child,” Ah Cai said.
"Oh my god, hitting a child in the middle of the night?"
"OK."
"What terrible mistake must this child have made to get beaten in the middle of the night? He's really unlucky."
The Prince of Zhennan sat next to Cen's mother, feeling somewhat awkward. He knew his grandson well; men always have a bit of male chauvinism, and he simply didn't want to get involved with the brothel.
The old man, his face glowing with health and a broad smile, asked...
"Hey, my dear aunt, why don't any of us girls go back to sleep?"
Mrs. Cen smiled
"Your Highness, if you are tired, please go back and rest. We will go to sleep after we finish disciplining the child."
"..."
"Well...you know, Youxin's child." The old man had no choice but to utter this.
She's your master's child, isn't she? Go easy on her, please. Give my deceased daughter some face.
Cen Ang nodded.
"Don't worry."
The sound of horses' hooves gradually rose, the clattering sound growing closer. Wang Dani greeted Long'er and then went home. Hou Xiangxiang jumped down from behind Huo Xiaolong and said...
"Oh dear, the brothel hasn't had its lights on at midnight in ages. I'm going to go get some late-night snacks too."
After saying that, Miss Hou ran to the back kitchen to look around, but neither Er Ya nor Zhang Mama were there, so she climbed over the wall and went home.
The girl in red tied up her horse, turned around to look at Lan Tingche who had been following her, and asked...
Why isn't Tingche coming inside?
The man swallowed.
"I'm not really sure..."
He was usually such a cold and aloof handsome man who ignored everyone when he was out, but at home he was like a quail, not at all like the domineering princes and noblemen in the novels.
"Hey, our family is back."
"What, did the beauty save the hero today?"
"Xiangxiang said there would be a good show in the woods north of the city today, so she went along happily. Unlike us, who are too old and can only wait for news at home."
At this moment, the handsome man huddled behind Huo Xiaolong like a quail, remaining silent.
"Why aren't you saying anything, Tingche?"
Aunt Cen always spoke to him gently, but this time, the displeasure in her eyes was obvious to anyone with eyes.
"Auntie, sisters..."
"Tingche knows he was wrong... If there is a next time, he will always consult with his family first and will never act on his own again."
He admitted his mistake quite quickly, Huo Xiaolong thought to himself.
The girl walked towards the backyard and said something in a hesitant voice.
"I'm going to sleep now, sisters. I'll play with you tomorrow."
Okay, go to sleep now.
"Cover yourself up well, don't catch a cold."
The sisters behind him kept calling out to him, but there was no one in front of him. Lan Tingche felt a little embarrassed. He looked up and saw Aunt Cen holding a bamboo pole.
Since arriving at the brothel, he has not been beaten by anyone except for Long'er.
——Da da da
It was the crisp sound of bamboo poles hitting a wooden table. Cen Ang tapped the table and said...
"Put your hands up here."
—Slap
The bamboo pole sliced through the air with a whooshing sound, a stinging pain rising in my palm, followed by a flush and a burning sensation.
"Do you know why I hit you?" Cen Ang asked.
“Tingche knows.”
"Aren't the lives of your Lan family's secret guards valuable? Or isn't your life valuable? If something really happens, can't you get through it by having your family discuss it together? Do you think all these martial arts masters in your family are just for show?"
As Xiao Miao listened to Cen Ang cursing, she nodded in agreement. It was true; Lan Tingche's behavior was cutting off his source of income, leaving him with no extra money.
"My aunt doesn't want this to happen again."
"yes."
After the three bamboo pole strikes, the girls slowly moved back to their rooms, leaving only their grandfather and him staring at each other.
"You mean... you can handle it yourself, but the main problem is that you haven't even finished handling it. Sending a young girl to rescue you, isn't that a bit embarrassing for our royal family?"
"..."
"Grandpa, you should rest now. It's getting late. You should take care of your health."
The Prince of Zhennan glared at him and strode towards the room like a whirlwind.
Grandpa's health is getting better and better. Look at how fast he walks these two steps, just like when he went to the battlefield in his youth.
Long'er doesn't like to pray to gods and Buddhas, but she really likes to pray to the moon.
The man looked up and handed the fox fur coat to Lan Yi, saying...
"Help me wash it clean."
Lan Yi swallowed hard as he looked at the blood-stained fox fur. In truth, he couldn't clean it properly either. Whenever there was such a job, he would pay the maids at Fengyue Tower to help him wash it.
However, since my master just angered someone, I don't know if he can take on this job.
"yes."
Moonlight, oh moonlight, tell me, who gave them to my family?
The man crossed his arms and pondered the past.
The Huo family's daughter was lying in her mother's arms.
"Mother, you have no idea, today Brother Tingche actually tried to take advantage of me."
"How do I control you? How do I control you?" He Yi asked as she finished tying her daughter's hair into a loose braid.
"He's copying my dad."
When Huo Shuwen was called over, he stopped his sand table exercise and listened to what his daughter was saying. Was she imitating him? What was wrong with him?
"You know he's imitating my dad's crying?"
“I never cry,” the eagle retorted.
"..."
Dad, I don't want to be a third wheel, but I'm not blind.
"Okay, okay, you never cry," He Yi coaxed.
"And then, Long'er, please continue."
"Then I took him to the brothel. Otherwise, I think he would have wanted to go back to that shabby little house he rented outside the city tonight. You know, a rich young master like him, why doesn't he rent a nicer place?"
"They didn't use any artificial hills or gardens; they were so stingy."
He Yi smiled. Where would Lan Tingche get money? All the pocket money Cen Ang gave her went into her pocket. The reason her food, clothing and daily necessities seemed good was because Cen Ang arranged it. In addition, the Prince of Zhennan would deposit a sum of money for Fengyuelou every month for his own use.
"Your brother Tingche really doesn't have much money. From now on, you'll pay for everything when you go out with him, understand?"
"Okay, I got it."
“From now on, when Dad invites you out to play, Dad will give you a ride, but you should stay away from him,” the eagle suddenly said.
The mother and daughter nodded awkwardly. Their husbands/fathers really didn't have much money in their pockets; they mainly spent it on companionship, and any money they had went to He Yi.
"..."
"Okay!" Huo Xiaolong was very supportive. Whatever my dad says goes. Let's satisfy that little bit of vanity in men. He's my real dad, after all.
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