My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 127 Part 1

Chapter 127 Extra (13) The Story of Da Taohe

The sky in the third month did not light up early, but the roosters crowed regardless of whether it was dark or light, simply following their own schedule.

However, Huo Anding woke up even earlier than the rooster's crow, and was even more punctual.

Little did people know, in his childhood, he was actually a soft, well-behaved little kid who never felt he got enough sleep, needing to sleep until the sun was high in the sky before he could get up.

But his father, who seemed to have an endless supply of brute energy every day, thought it was unpromising for a boy to be like this.

Hah, what a joke!

He started learning characters at three, could recite the Three Character Classic backwards and forwards by five, and began reading medical books at six. Whether he was promising or not was another matter, but his father was definitely just biased, allowing only his fulang in the household to sleep in.

Although he somewhat saw through that person's clumsy excuses, it still couldn't change that person's determination to correct his habit of oversleeping.

No matter wind, sun, cold, or snow, his father would rise early to practice martial arts without fail.

The first thing his father did every day after getting up was to scoop him out of bed, hastily wipe his face, and then carry him into the yard.

At first, his father still took pity on his young age and let him move freely in the garden.

He would lie bored on the stone table in the garden, watching his father practice with the broadsword and spear. Truth be told, it was no wonder his little father took a liking to his father, he certainly had some taste.

Perhaps it was the genes for wielding weapons flowing in the boy's blood. Watching his father's majestic and domineering practice day after day, he naturally felt his own blood boiling with excitement.

So, he gradually began squatting in horse stance, practicing fist techniques, and training with the spear...

Once the arrow left the bow, it could not turn back. Even later, when he felt that practicing martial arts wasn't so impressive after all and wanted to slack off, his father promptly tossed him into the military camp. From then on, there were absolutely no days for lazing around.

Originally, he had the confidence to grow into a great scholar with refined speech and humble manners. But raised and taught this way by his father, he ultimately grew into a teenager with an inexhaustible supply of brute energy~

Huo Anding felt like laughing. He moved his long legs, but instead, a dull thud sounded.

He sucked in a cold breath and pulled back the knee that had hit the wood.

Turning his gaze to the section of wood lying awkwardly in the middle of the bed, he couldn't help but let out a soft tsk.

Huo Anding propped his chin on his hand and looked at the person lying beyond the Chu River and Han Border.

[楚河漢界 (Chǔ Hé Hàn Jiè): lit. the Chu River and Han Border; fig. a boundary line, often used to describe a division between two sides, like in Chinese chess]

His black hair was splayed out, and his already small face was half-hidden by the strands, making it appear even more delicate.

His features weren't originally aloof; his brows were dark without being penciled, and his eyelashes were long and thick, but his gaze was always distant and cold, making others avoid looking at him for too long.

As the rooster crowed outside, the young man's brows furrowed accordingly, showing clear annoyance at having his sweet dreams disturbed.

Huo Anding couldn't help but laugh. So aloof and high and mighty during the day, yet unexpectedly had a temper upon waking? What a young master.

But asleep like this, he seemed much more approachable and cute than his usual reserved demeanor.

The more he looked, the more he thought the young master resembled...

"Had enough looking?"

Huo Anding pursed his lips into a shy, bashful smile: "Young Master, you smell so good."

As soon as the words fell, darkness covered Huo Anding's vision as a small pillow suddenly smacked into his face.

By the time he removed the pillow, all he saw before him was a thin back, wrapped tightly in the covers.

Huo Anding's smile widened. He tugged at the quilt covering himself.

Fortunately, the farmer uncle had given them two sets of bedding last night. Otherwise, with the young master being so particular, he would have had to endure a night of freezing.

"Young Master, are you cold?"

Seeing the person with his back turned ignoring him, he added: "I nearly froze to death last night. If we were in the same bed, with two quilts layered together, arm against arm, leg against leg, think how warm that would be."

"Shut up."

Seeing this, Huo Anding curled his lips into a smile: "Really."

"If you don't believe me, feel for yourself. My hands and feet are still ice-cold right now."

With that, Huo Anding cheekily stretched his foot over.

"Thud!"

With a dull sound, the piece of wood lying across the middle of the bed, along with Huo Anding, tumbled off onto the floor.

Huo Anding lay on the ground looking up at the young man towering over him, his eyes teary: "Young Master, your heart is so cruel~"

Shen Qingyue raised his hand and dropped the bed curtain, shutting Huo Anding out. He picked up his clothes and put on his outer garment, making himself tidy inside the curtain before pulling it open again.

He glanced at the person sitting cross-legged on the floor, propping his chin: "Hurry up and get ready, we need to go."

Huo Anding rubbed his leg: "Young Master, you kicked me so hard it hurts. What if I can't walk?"

"......"

Shen Qingyue let out a slight breath, stepped around Huo Anding, and went straight to the door.

Huo Anding watched the retreating back, then grabbed his clothes and pulled them on.

"The door won't open."

"Huh?"

Huo Anding raised his eyes upon hearing this and saw a flash of urgency cross Shen Qingyue's brow. He quickly fastened his belt and walked over.

He pulled the door handle. Last night before sleep, he had bolted it from the inside. This morning, he had removed the bolt, so the door should open with a light pull. But now, even when he pulled hard, it wouldn't open, there was a force resisting from outside.

"Hear the sound of a chain?"

Huo Anding said.

Shen Qingyue nodded.

"It's locked from the outside."

Huo Anding stated matter-of-factly.

Shen Qingyue's brows inevitably furrowed upon hearing this: "Do they want to kill us and take our goods?"

Huo Anding rubbed his chin: "It's not impossible. After all, the young master does seem like a rare treasure worth hoarding."

"What kind of time is this for making jokes?"

Seeing the genuine concern etched on Shen Qingyue's face, Huo Anding immediately shed his joking manner and became serious. "Don't worry, whatever they're after, we can just ask them directly."