Chapter 7, On Site

"Did the big house give you a hard time?" Lan Xishu's face turned pale; he could not tolerate Lan Xiwens suffering even a little. Apart from the old man, he had never liked anyone in the big house. The big house he referred to subtly indicated the old man's two wives and concubines: "Have you moved back to the big house? Or is it that fat guy?"

Jing Mao'an must thank Chun Li'er for not inflicting a penetrating injury on his younger brother for the sake of his descendants

Jing Mao'an changed angles to appreciate it, feeling a bit mischievous in his heart

Lan Xiwen suddenly realized that she should not worry her brother, so she told a small lie. Second Madam Yu Niang was particularly attentive to her and was busy arranging her marriage. Lan Xiwen only listened to her own words, disregarding the old man's advice regarding the marriage. Initially, she had left home in anger to seek her brother's sympathy, but upon seeing Lan Xishu, she felt that the matters of the large residence were no longer important, and there was even less need to elaborate on them.

The house gently pushed Lan Xi's arm in a half-circle, turning its face slightly

"Then I can follow you everywhere, and everyone won't have to worry so much about my safety!" As Lan Xiwen spoke, her breathing became rapid, her shoulders trembled, her nostrils flared, and tears welled up in her eyes. Lan Xiwen widened her eyes, trying to hold back, but the tears shimmered and filled her eyes. She quickly lowered her gaze, and large drops of tears fell onto Lan Xishu's hand and robe: "Brother! Brother!"

The sound of your footsteps echoes, the Spring Embroidery Knife lies scattered around, and the blood of my companions stains the swift blades, which are thrust askew into the snow, trembling fiercely.

Why think like that! Lan Xishu continued to smooth Lan Xiwens bangs with his hand, feeling genuinely grateful that the house was a girl, a girl who had grown up according to his wishes

Lan Xi turned her face away with a glance, while Jing Mao'an and the others all promptly averted their heads, seemingly busy circling around that dilapidated horse cart

Trio Sculpture

Ding Ya suddenly frowned, his eyes narrowing into a slit

Ding Ya admired Chun Li's bare back, the person had died and become a zombie, yet that peony continued to bloom vibrantly on the zombie, truly astonishing the brothers for a moment

Hu Dage gasped and bent down to pick up the items thrown from the back of the car: "I've struck it rich, I've struck it rich, Ma An, grab the bag!"

Lan Xishu could not bring himself to reproach Lan Xiweng for leaving home and taking risks without permission; he understood how difficult it was for the house, which relied heavily on him, during the days he was away

Since the old man followed the court to relocate the capital to Beijing, Lan Xishu has had no concept of his new home; his idea of home is simply a house for one person

Jing Mao'an and Hu Dageda, still lingering over the gentle yet slightly perverse blue Xishu, followed Ding Ya with a lackluster demeanor. At this moment, Jing Mao'an finally realized what was happening and kicked Hu Dageda hard in the rear. Hu Dageda did not dodge, instead, he turned his neck with a silly grin, enjoying the kick.

But she did not ask. There is always a reason for what Lan Xishu does, just as the old man is always right, which is beyond doubt. Lan Xishu must have his reasons for taking such a significant risk to eliminate his rival, Chen Wufu, and moreover, this reason must be correct and beyond question.

Hu Dage was grimacing as if he wanted to eat bitter melon, turning his head away, yet his small eyes couldn't help but glare a few times.

Valuable items have been packed, while the tattered garments of the Tartars are scattered all around. The scene is quite elaborate, only lacking the act of first killing and then violating the spring pear.

I still prefer my house to be a girl! Lan Xishu discovered that the house was secretly rubbing its bottom from time to time, and turned Lan Xiwens shoulder to look down: "What's wrong, house?"

Ding Ya is on site.

Lan Xishu gently wiped the mud stain from the corner of Lan Xiwen's mouth with his hand. Not wanting to smudge it further, he pinched Lan Xiwen's chin with his left hand and applied a bit of force to clean it. Lan Xiwen allowed him to hold and wipe, her big, clear eyes gazing at Lan Xishu, momentarily captivated by his appearance and actions.

Jing Mao'an, Ding Ya, and Hu Dageda, both big-eyed and small-eyed, all looked over, especially Jing Mao'an, who gazed at the rare sight as if it were a curiosity. A phoenix hairpin, just pulled from Chun Li'er’s head, was slanted into his dogskin hat, maintaining a posture of itchiness

Chen Wufu's death is not unjust; even as a ghost, he remains charming! Jing Mao'an's expression is clear and unambiguous, stepping on Chen Wufu's plump behind to snatch away the valuable items from Chun Li'er’s head, and in the end, he humanely lifts the blood-stained cloak to cover Chun Li'er securely.

"No!" Lan Xiwen hurriedly interrupted Lan Xishu's speculation, stealing a glance at Jing Maoan's astonished expression, and shyly broke free: "Since the capital relocation, we moved from Yingtian to Beijing. The madam is not accustomed to the northern climate, so Qinghua and I have been living in the East Courtyard. I usually don't go to the main residence much, and my father takes special care of me. Everything is quite good."

Recalling that little beggar who deceived himself with an overflow of compassion and stole the saddle right under his nose, Lan Xiwen felt a surge of anger, which resulted in his journey being bumpy without a saddle, causing discomfort to his rear end

"Are you hurt?" Lan Xishu casually touched Lan Xiwens bottom, but what could be felt through the thick cotton robe? "What happened, Fangzi?"

And as Lan Xi raised her eyes from the book "Oh!", she saw, as expected, Lan Xiwen's chestnut horse shining brightly: "The house!"

Having finished, the brothers continued to watch. Lan Xi Shu glanced sideways at Lan Xi Wen, who lowered her head and stole a glance, while the brothers were all busy in a disorganized manner

Jing Mao'an placed the stolen goods on the horse, and when he turned around, he saw Hu Dageda staring at Lan Xiwen with a foolish grin. He approached and kicked him, saying, "What are you looking at!"

Lan Xi Shu was gazing at Lan Xi Wen, who looked both pouting and adorable, unable to take his eyes off him. His house had grown taller, and although he was dressed in dirty boy's clothes, with a small face resembling that of a muddy monkey, after more than half a year, the beauty of a young girl beginning to mature was already apparent, with a shy charm that still carried a hint of youthful innocence.

Lan Xishu swiftly kicked the body of a Jinyiwei, resembling a quick knife cutting a throat, and raised his chin towards Hu Dageda. It was rare for Hu Dageda to demonstrate exceptional comprehension; he rushed over in a few steps, extending his arm to drag the bloody corpse away.

"No!" Lan Xiwen quickly cast a sidelong glance at the trio beside her, her face flushed and her voice barely above a whisper: "The saddle has been stolen! Brother! Don't ask any more questions."

Lan Xiwen suddenly felt that her brother's heart contained matters far more significant than her minor grievances. She could not add to his troubles. Upon seeing Lan Xishu, she found that her grievances were no longer burdensome, and those worries seemed trivial.

If I were a boy, it would be great! Lan Xiwen, with her eyelashes drooping in self-pity and self-complaint, pouted her lips and kept tugging at the fur on Lan Xishu's collar with her small hands

Under the silent gaze of Ding Ya, Jing Mao'an rode one horse while leading another, indulging in the thrill of horseback riding within a radius of several dozen zhang. The sound of hooves was chaotic, and bloodstains were everywhere, resembling a scene of slaughter.

Ding Ya surveyed the scene, checking for any oversights

Lan Xi did not respond directly, gently rubbing Lan Xiwen's bottom: "Who bullied you?"

Lan Xishu felt a pang of heartache as he lifted Lan Xiweng into his arms, biting down on the collar of Lan Xiweng's clothing to suppress his discomfort: "My house has suffered."

No, not at all! No one!" Lan Xiwen shook her head, defiantly fluttering her long eyelashes.

Lan Xiwen suddenly burst into tears, resting her chin on Lan Xishu's shoulder as she sobbed: "Brother! Brother! Please don't send me back! I won't go back! I want to stay with you, I won't live in the barracks, I won't be a burden to you!"

Lan Xi Shu sadly grasped Lan Xi Wen's shoulder, as he too had been deeply concerned about the house during the days and nights spent away from the capital

Lan Xiwen shyly bit her lip and smiled, still resembling a pearl with tears: "No!"

No matter how many family members there are or how large the estate is, Lan Xishu always feels that the house has been his only companion. Even though the old man treats him well, he cannot integrate into that family.