Seeing that Hong Xiaoduo was looking at her without responding, Dong Yuefan tilted her head and said, "What, do you think I'm also an incompetent person who can't be a general?"
"How could I think that way? However, there is a prerequisite for making achievements in the military: there must be a war. Otherwise, it won't be so easy for a new recruit to rise to the rank of general."
"But who wants war!" Hong Xiaoduo said truthfully.
Because I genuinely care about this older brother who is not related to me, I don't want to say anything nice to appease him.
Upon hearing Hong Xiaoduo's words, the phrase "one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand" immediately came to Dong Yuefan's mind. Indeed, war is cruel, and the success of generals and commanders often comes from standing on the shoulders of countless sacrifices.
Dong Yuefan scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Of course I don't want to fight either. Anyway, I won't be wasting my life like this anymore."
“Yes, I believe you, Brother Dong. By the way, do the rest of your family really not know that you practice martial arts?” After Hong Xiaoduo finished speaking, she looked at the two guards on horseback not far behind her.
"I don't know. When I was a child, I accidentally discovered that an old servant in the mansion knew martial arts, so I asked him to teach me. He fainted outside the mansion gate on a snowy day. My parents were kind-hearted and ordered people to carry him into the mansion and find a doctor to save his life. When they learned that he was all alone and had nowhere to go, they stayed with him."
His only condition for teaching me was that it be kept secret. He only told me the reason years later before he passed away. It wasn't what I had guessed. He wasn't a retired martial artist afraid of being sought after, nor was he a wanted fugitive. He was originally a bodyguard. Once, while escorting goods, he was knocked unconscious by a bandit who didn't know martial arts. He felt that the people in the escort agency were laughing at him, so he left the agency and returned to his hometown without a word. He then did odd jobs to make ends meet until that snowy winter night when he finally stopped wandering.
For him, being beaten by someone who didn't know martial arts despite his skills was a great humiliation. From then on, no matter where he went, he kept it a secret from everyone.
After burying him, I continued to practice martial arts on my own, keeping it a secret from my family. There was only one reason: I wanted to keep this little secret to myself for as long as possible!
"So you see, they don't trust me to go to the military camp alone, and they insist on arranging for someone to escort me." Dong Yuefan finished speaking and smiled helplessly.
"Alright, it's getting late, so I won't linger any longer. To borrow a phrase you once said, Xiaoduo, we'll meet again if fate allows. Remember to tell Tian Shu and the others not to forget their Uncle Yue Fan."
"And Xiaoduo, here's my address. If you're wandering in that direction, be sure to look for me." Although he was also reluctant to part with Xiaoduo, Dong Yuefan had no choice but to speak first, thinking that he was a man.
“Okay, if I have the chance, I will definitely bring them to find you, Brother Dong. Until we meet again.” Hong Xiaoduo was even more decisive than him.
At the crossroads, two carriages were on one side, and three people on horseback were on the other, each going their own way!
Inside the carriage, Hong Xiaoduo touched the soft cushions and the equally soft backrest. Next to her was a small tea table with exquisite tea sets on it, and drawers underneath were filled with delicate pastries and snacks.
Apart from the space reserved for her to sit or lie down and rest, the carriage was filled with gift boxes and packages, but she felt empty inside.
When she arrived, there was Lady Kaiyang in the carriage, and servants and guards from the Wei family outside. Now, she was all alone! It really felt a little strange!
Never mind, I'll just go into the space and wait for a while!
Hong Xiaoduo entered the space with her mind, sat on the massager, and turned on the sleep massage mode.
This space has its drawbacks, but it also has its advantages. For example, if she enters the space with her mind, eats something inside, and leaves the space feeling completely full.
Although Old Luo hadn't appeared for quite some time, things were being replenished into the space every now and then. It was unclear whether Old Luo was operating it or his student was doing so.
She made handmade soaps and lipsticks for Hua Shi and the princess, and before leaving, she gave them to Hua Shi, and also asked Hua Shi to pass on the princess's share.
The success rate of bringing things out of space is getting higher and higher now, unlike the rare successes that relied entirely on luck at the beginning.
As the weather gets colder, Hong Xiaoduo thought she should make some hand cream and face cream for the children, and also for herself and Feiyan.
I wonder how those six children are doing now. Is that kid Tian Shu thinking things through again, that she won't go back to find them?
It's been almost a month since they separated. Have they already gotten used to her absence?
Under the influence of the massage chair, Hong Xiaoduo drifted off to sleep. In her dream, Yao Guang was crying, Tian Xuan had burned the rice, Yu Heng had pricked her hand while embroidering, and Tian Quan and Tian Ji were punished by their elder brother Quan for being distracted while practicing martial arts and made to squat in a horse stance.
In the dream, Feiyan clasped her hands together and prayed sincerely to the Bodhisattva to bless her return soon.
Hong Xiaoduo knew she was dreaming, but she didn't want to wake up. Mu Rongjing looked at her resentfully. Huh? Didn't we just break up? Why is he in my dream?
Mu Rongjing seemed to reach out and hand her something, which was in his palm, but she couldn't see it clearly. She tried hard to open her eyes wide to see clearly, but she couldn't. In her anxiety, she woke up.
"What's in his hand? It can't be gold notes, can it? Hong Xiaoduo, are you obsessed with money?" Hong Xiaoduo muttered to herself.
Just as she got up from the massage chair, the carriage suddenly stopped. Had they arrived at their lodging for the night?
As Hong Xiaoduo left the space, she was about to lift the curtain of the car window to look outside and see where Uncle Tong and the others had chosen to spend the night when she heard Uncle Tong whisper, "Young Lady Hong, someone is blocking the road. Don't come out yet. Lang Chuan and I will handle it."
A roadblock? We're only three days from Beijing, and this is already happening? Something's not right!
Hong Xiaoduo didn't lift the curtain to look; instead, she opened the carriage door and looked ahead.
At this moment, night had fallen, but it wasn't too dark yet, and one could clearly see three masked men holding swords and knives standing in front of them.
Lang Chuan's carriage was behind, but Lang Chuan had already stood at the front, holding his waist knife.
Hong Xiaoduo looked at Uncle Tong standing outside the car, who was already holding a curved knife, ready.
"Young Lady Hong, let the two of us handle this." Uncle Tong's voice still carried a hint of nervousness, not because he was afraid of getting hurt or dying, but because he was afraid of betraying his master's trust in him.
Hearing Uncle Tong's voice, Lang Chuan also looked over and said, "We two are here on the orders of our master. Since we've encountered this kind of thing, we'll naturally handle it ourselves. If we can't handle it, then you can take action, Miss Hong..."
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