Tang Xian was rather pleased. It was natural for his own raised little girl to feel sorry for him.

"Well, at least you still remember to care about me."

"I'm afraid something might happen to you. No one else would teach me light kung fu anymore, and I still want to fly."

Tang Xian slammed the fan in his hand down, "You have the nerve to say that? You're so unskilled, you almost got caught!"

Although he sounded calm and collected, only he knew how terrified he was afterwards.

Fu Jiujiu scoffed, "That's not even comparable! He's so tall and muscular, while I'm so short and thin. There's no way I could ever be his match. It's just not fair."

"Quibbling, which enemy would ever talk fairness with you?" Tang Xian tapped her head again.

I circled her, “She is really short, but she’s not thin at all, I think.”

Fu Chiu Chiu stuck her tongue out at him, "That proves I'm healthy and eat well."

She didn't want to keep arguing, it was childish, but she couldn't help herself.

"Where is Uncle Lin Wei?"

He went to do some things, he will be back soon.

Tang Xian looked at her, "Have you finished eating?"

"Eat... eat finished, what's wrong?" The little dumpling guarded the snacks tightly.

Tang Xian was both angry and amused, "I won't fight you for food. When you finish eating, come with me outside and let me see if you've been slacking off lately."

Terrible.

Fujujiju hasn't really practiced much lately, anyone who knows anything can tell.

"That's right, Seventh Brother, I just ate too much."

Fu Jiujiu is also a girl who cares about her reputation. If she gets scolded head-on later, it would be terrible!

Tang Xian saw her like this, there was no need to ask those dark guards, she definitely wasn't well-trained.

"Eating too much gives you energy."

Fu Jiujiu was about to stuff it into her mouth when she suddenly felt the snack was no longer sweet. "You dare to challenge Feng Bei, how dare you not challenge me?"

Fujujiao knew she couldn't escape.

But wanting to be strong, she didn't want to be looked down upon by the little boy. She tried her best, but she couldn't even reach the corner of his clothes.

She was panting from exhaustion, plopping down on the steps with a sigh. Sweat soaked her back. "I'm done," she said breathlessly. "Can't catch you."

Can't she just admit defeat?

Tang Xian stood beside her, looking down at her from above. He shielded the sun from above her head, casting her in his shadow.

"Is that giving up?"

"Oh, well, I couldn't beat you anyway." Fu Jiujiu was strong, but she also knew when to yield.

What can I do if I can't beat it?

Tang Xian shook his head. Just as he relaxed, a silver needle flew towards him. Luckily, the little girl's internal energy wasn't enough; otherwise, if it were faster, he wouldn't have been able to catch it at all.

Tang Xian's fingers toyed with the needle, a playful smile on her face. "Sneak attack?"

The little dumpling smiled, although she hadn't succeeded, but just now she saw the young boy's face change color, "This is called using all means necessary."

"Well said, you still understand that "using deception in war is not shameful." What kind of books have you been reading lately?"

I went to the women's school and read many books.

Tang Xian looked at the little girl who was talking to him without looking, and bluntly said, "I didn't see."

"Ahem... I learned embroidery, and abacus, and..."

"Embroidery? You?" Tang Xian grabbed the little girl's chubby hand, "You're not kidding, are you?"

Fu Jiujiao pouted, "How can you look down on people like this?"

"As she said this, she untied her purse, held her head high, and proudly declared: 'Look, this is something I embroidered myself. What do you think?' "

Tang Jin snatched the pouch away, his height advantage making it impossible for Fu Jiaojiao to reach even when she stood on her tiptoes.

Tang Xian held it in his hand, feeling its weight. He opened it and saw the gold beans he had given her, as well as a jumble of other things.

"What you made is so hideous, people would laugh at you if they saw it. I'll just take it off your hands."

Fu Jiujiu watched as the little boy unceremoniously took her precious trinkets one by one and placed them on the table. "Seventh Brother, just say if you want them."

"Who said I wanted to? I'm afraid that if you go out all day, people will think Ersao is the one who did this and laugh at her." Tang Xian said earnestly, but in his heart he was terrified.

Fujujiao pouted, like a real child.

"You can have it too, then what do you exchange with me?" The little dumpling stretched out his hand, a cunning look on his face.

Tang Xian smiled, "Tell me, what else have you taken a liking to from my things?"

Fu Jiujiu chuckled softly, "Brother Qi, this way you'll have no friends."

Tang Xian smiled, "When did we become friends?"

"You're being too harsh." The little dumpling pouted. Fortunately, she wasn't a real little girl, otherwise, she would have been hurt by his venomous tongue.

Grandma Cui was afraid the little girl would really be angry and cry, "Jiujiu, mistress is just joking with you. What do you like? Tell Grandma, and she'll get it for you."

That's because Cui Mama understood Tang Xian so well. Whenever the little dumpling looked at something, he would find an excuse to give it to her. Sometimes, if he was embarrassed, he would just give it to himself.

Fujujio always gives off the feeling that she's a ruffian. What kind of impression does this leave on the two people?

"All I want is to learn martial arts well and fight bad people."

“That’s good, that’s good. Learn martial arts and beat up bad people.” Cui Mama handed the two people water, “Drink some water and talk again, don’t tire yourselves out.”

"Grandma Cui is the best."

Sycophant.

After this incident, Tang Xian also truly had the idea of teaching the little dumpling to become a martial arts master. That way, she could protect herself when facing strong enemies.

Although it had been a while, he missed the fun of arguing with the little dumpling, so he intentionally coaxed her to play, but he was afraid that if he said something too true, he would make the little girl cry. He kept stealing glances at her face from time to time.

"Seventh brother, since you're in the capital city, have you seen my third brother?" Fu Jiujiu was nibbling on some snacks, and already her stomach was rumbling again.

Tang Xi cleared her throat. "No...no."

"Yes, I went back a long time ago." Fu Jiu knew he definitely knew about the Third Brother's news, but she was too lazy to expose him.

"Well, then you haven't heard anything either?"

Of course, Tang Xian knew that Fu Sijin had gone out on another campaign. However, Jiang Yao was still in the capital, facing the Jiang family alone.

Other matters Tang Xian could still lend a hand, but for things like household chores in the backyard, he wasn't very convenient. Besides, many people were watching him, so he could only keep a low profile.

But Jiang Yao was not a pushover either. He felt he could handle it.

In fact, even this trip out of the capital was being followed. However, they seemed to be afraid of being discovered by their own people, so they didn't dare follow for too long.

Fu Jiaojiao found that he was daydreaming and softly called out, "Seventh Brother?"

"Rourou's little hand waved in front of his eyes again, and Tang Xian came back to his senses. "It's okay, Jiujiu, a new master will come to teach you tomorrow."

"New Master?"

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