The next morning, Xiaoya woke up.
Only Guo Guo was standing by his side.
The little girl was also terrified; she had been scolded by Madam Xie all night yesterday.
As Xiaoya's personal maid, how could she go home first?
If it were any other family head, they would have sold her off because of this.
When Guo Guo saw that Xiao Ya had woken up, he brought her a washcloth and helped her get dressed. Xiao Ya's fingers were wrapped with medicine, so she couldn't touch anything, as it would cause excruciating pain.
The little girl walked outside.
I didn't see anyone boxing.
A look of disappointment crossed the child's face.
Su Jiaoniang came out of the kitchen and saw Xiaoya's aggrieved expression. She smiled and walked to Xiaoya's side: "Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts!" The honest little girl said, describing the hot, painful sensation in her hand.
The child's eyes were filled with tears.
She looked like she was about to cry.
Su Jiaoniang reached out and patted the little girl's back: "Don't use your hands for the next few days. Wait until your nails grow back before using them. Take a rest, look at the mountains and rivers, and look at the sky and the white clouds."
Su Jiaoniang spoke with longing in her eyes.
In her previous life, she never had the chance to see mountains, rivers, or white clouds.
Tasks always appear without giving people time to prepare.
"Mother, I won't let anyone become you." Xiao Ya thought of what she had heard from Gu Li yesterday.
He said seriously.
Su Jiaoniang nodded: "Once your hand is healed, Mr. Gu will teach you some really powerful self-defense skills. That way, Xiaoya will be a really strong person and won't need anyone else to protect her."
"I also need to protect my mother," the little girl said.
Su Jiaoniang smiled.
Children are truly a comforting presence; a single word from them can make her feel that there is still genuine kindness in the world.
“Okay!” Su Jiaoniang said.
Lu Wujiu walked out of the next room.
Seeing Su Jiaoniang with Xiaoya, he looked away.
They walked out of the courtyard silently.
Zhao Han emerged from the shadows and said to Lu Wujiu, "Your Highness, those two are from the Huo family in the capital. They are said to be looking for the Huo family's lost child."
The Huo family?
The Huo family, the God of War!
The whole family were loyal and brave.
Now, apart from that old general who guards the border and is now retired in the capital, the only one who can still wield a sword is the old general who is left to live a life of leisure in the capital.
The old general's granddaughter has been sent away by the marriage procession. The capital has never been peaceful. It is said that his only grandson was taken away by human traffickers when he returned home.
If those two are looking for the young general of the Huo family.
Why would she carry a portrait of Lu Dashan's pawned jewelry?
...
Lu Wujiu arrived in the county town.
He stood behind two servants in blue robes, watching them knock on doors one by one, asking questions and showing them the golden lock portrait in his hand.
This method of finding people is quite perplexing.
At least Lu Wujiu almost couldn't understand it.
The man in the blue robe saw Lu Wujiu take out the portrait of the golden lock and asked him, "Brother, have you ever seen this before?"
Lu Wujiu nodded.
"I've met you!"
To find out what these people are up to, we need to come up with some clues.
He needs to get these people involved in the investigation so he can find the answer.
Otherwise, these people would wander around like headless flies, unable to find any clues, and he would also be unable to find out their purpose.
What's the point then?
A vague, instinctive feeling told him that the golden lock was important.
"I've seen him before. When and where?" The man in the blue clothes' eyes lit up, and he almost reached out to pick up Lu Wujiu.
Lu Wujiu's cold eyes swept over him.
"Lu Defu, the Lu family from Tianshui Village!"
"Thanks, brother!" The two men with the portrait quickly left.
Lu Wujiu turned around and looked into the crowd; the black-clad guards followed.
He then headed towards the Black-Clad Guard's garrison.
Their gazes fell on the people protecting the little girl.
"Get out!" The cold, emotionless voice made the man in black shiver.
His body was covered in wounds.
Failing to protect Xiaoya means their mission was not completed, and that's bad enough, but not reporting the missing Xiaoya immediately...
I've really gotten used to a peaceful life, and I thought this Lucheng was a tranquil place.
However, everyone who managed to get in here had put in tremendous effort.
Withdrawal will result in being disqualified.
he……
Lu Wujiu got up and left.
Whether they were the Black-Clad Guards or the Secret Guards, they were neither his sons nor his wives; he would never show them any mercy.
Failure must be punished.
Stepping outside the camp, the weather was gloomy.
It looks like it's going to snow again.
This year's snowfall seems unusually heavy.
Lu Wujiu took two steps, and a frozen corpse rolled into the middle of the road.
Several beggars approached the corpse, stripped it of its clothes, leaving it only in its underwear, and put the tattered clothes on themselves.
Dead people don't need clothes.
Living people might be able to continue living if they wear it.
However, there is no possibility of a dead person coming back to life if they wear such clothes.
On the other side, the brothel street was still brightly lit and filled with laughter and song. Although the business of a few shops in the city was slightly affected, it was not seriously damaged.
Lucheng is a relatively peaceful county town.
If it were under the rule of corrupt officials, I'm afraid...
Lu Wujiu headed back towards the village.
I walked back to the courtyard.
I saw the little girl, her hands wrapped up thickly, sitting on a stool looking up at the sky.
Futu didn't go to the private school today either. He was holding a book and sitting next to Xiaoya.
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