Mrs. Fang sighed and said, "Xiao Lu's life experience is very difficult. More than three years ago, your father went to Xingqing Mansion to discuss a business. When he passed by a village, he found corpses everywhere. It turned out that he had just been robbed by the Turks. After the robbery, the entire village was slaughtered by the Turks. Your father sent people to search everywhere, and finally found the only living among the rubble, Xiao Lu, who was only twelve years old that year."

"Xiao Lu had fainted at that time. Your father woke her up. When she woke up, she kept crying. Her body was still soft and unable to move, so she clamored to get up to find her mother. After your father asked, he found out that Xiao Lu's father was a defender of Xingqing Mansion at that time, or a side general. When Xiao Lu was only ten years old, he died in battle. The remaining pair of orphans and widows lived a difficult life in a village not far from Xingqing Mansion. Who knew that God had no eyes. The Turks came and killed all the young and old in the village. In a critical moment, her mother hid Xiao Lu in a water tank, and she survived. However, because of her beauty, she was snatched away by the Turks. Her poor daughter became an orphan without fathers or mother at the age of twelve. Alas!"

"Later, your father brought Xiao Lu back to Fang's mansion. He planned to accept her as his adopted daughter, but this girl didn't agree. She kowtowed to your father three times, saying that she only wanted to be a slave in the Fang family to repay your father's life-saving grace. When she turned sixteen, she would leave our Fang family, maybe to Xingqing Mansion, maybe to the grassland and desert, in short, she wanted to find her mother, and she firmly believed that her mother was still alive... Alas!"

So that's it! Fang Zheng suddenly realized that Xiaolu's life experience was so miserable, which Fang Zheng could never have imagined. He was a slave and a servant for four years to repay his life-saving grace, and then traveled alone to the world to find her mother who didn't know whether she was alive or not. Not to mention anything else, just this persistence, this demeanor, and this filial piety were enough to move Fang Zheng, a five-foot man, to tears.

"Xiao Lu's father is a military general. Xiao Lu was trained by her father when she was young, so she can also be good at martial arts and her skills should be pretty good. This is also why your father and I transferred her to you to serve. Alas, after being a loyal and kind person, he is willing to be a slave to take care of you, the eldest young master. I feel so wronged that this girl."

Xiaolu actually knows martial arts skills. No wonder her mother once said that she is my second life at a critical moment.

"Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier? If you said earlier, why would I ask her to serve me tea and water?" Fang Zheng said dissatisfied. Zhongliang was later a maid, and he would be a long life.

"It's Xiaolu who doesn't want us to tell you. She said that since she is a maid, she has to keep her maid's duty. When she is sixteen years old, she can leave without any worries. This silly girl..."

"Zheng'er, Xiao Lu can't stop her from leaving. She has her responsibility. This is filial piety and good deeds, and it doesn't matter whether you get married or not. Don't be stupid." Mrs. Fang's meaning is very clear. Xiao Lu can't leave, and Fang Zheng's marriage is even more certain, and neither thing can be changed.

"Mom, let's think about getting married again, I'll go and persuade Xiaolu first."

"Well, it's okay if you go and persuade this girl. Alas, it's almost four years. Even if her mother is still alive, I'm afraid the situation is still..." Mrs. Fang shook her head and didn't continue to say anything.

Fang Zheng understood what she meant. Even if her mother was still alive, she might have become a female slave of the Turks. She lived a life worse than death in the Turks tribe. She was in a difficult situation. So what if she found it? No matter how good her martial arts are, she would never be able to rescue her mother from the powerful Turks. She could only die in vain.

Back at the courtyard, Xiao Lu was sitting on the steps with her knees in her arms, her eyes staring at a certain point with a pale face.

Fang Zheng felt distressed when he saw it. The girl who was only fifteen years old had to bear how heavy pressure she had to bear. She thought about the safety of her relatives day and night, and what kind of torment she had to bear every day. No wonder she always had a cold and indifferent attitude. No matter who carries such a heavy psychological burden, she can't be happy.

Walking forward, Fang Zheng squatted down and held Xiaolu's hand tightly. Her hands were very slender and the skeleton was very small. Due to her thinness, her delicate skin burst out with blue veins, pale and bloodless.

Xiaolu shrank her hand back, but she couldn't get it away. Fang Zheng held it tightly.

"Xiao Lu,...I'm sorry, I don't know..." Fang Zheng wanted to say something to her.

"Young Master, don't be sorry, you... are very nice to me, I am very grateful to you..." Xiao Lu whispered with her head down.

"...Xiao Lu, don't call yourself a slave again in the future. No one is qualified to let you be a slave. You are a loyal and kind-hearted person, and you must live with backbone! Do you understand?"

Xiaolu shook her head: "Young Master, everyone has their own life. Some are good and some are bad, and they can't blame anyone. Being a slave is Xiaolu's life. In order to repay the master's life-saving grace, Xiaolu is willing to do so. If my father has a spirit in heaven, I believe he will not object. Since my father taught me that he cannot owe others debts. In this chaotic world, if you die one day, you will never be able to pay back the debt. In that case, you will always owe others and will have a more difficult life in the next life."

Xiaolu raised her head, her eyes firmly: "So, in Xiaolu's lifetime, I must pay back the master's life-saving grace, so that I can go and find my mother without any worries."

"Young Master, Xiao Lu envy you very much. You have food and drink, both parents, you don't have to bear hatred, and you don't have to worry about your relatives. Young Master, you have to treat the master and his wife well. Only after Xiao Lu has no parents did she realize how precious the family affection of her parents is."

Fang Zheng's tears rolled in his eyes, blinked hard, took a deep breath, and endured it not let it fall. The son wanted to raise his parents but his parents were gone. This heartbreaking sentence contained so much irreversible regret! After traveling through time for so long, he developed a deep hatred for the Turks for the first time. These bastards caused many families to be destroyed and their wives and children to be separated!

"Xiaolu, have you ever thought about it? Maybe your mother has already..." Fang Zheng stopped before he finished speaking. Isn't it too cruel? Her mother is now her only spiritual sustenance, how can she bear to let it break?

"No, my mother is still alive, she must be alive. She is waiting for Xiaolu to save her!" Xiaolu looked firm, and her hands were clenched tightly into fists.

"Xiao Lu, would you like to ask me to help you? Maybe, I mean maybe, maybe I will help you with a little bit of help..." Go to find the fat man, go to Feng Qiudao, and even go to the Princess Changping who he had always wanted to hide. Everyone can find him. There are so many people, there is always a way.

"Really?" Xiaolu's big eyes suddenly lit up, and she was excited and grabbed Fang Zheng's hand tightly.

"Really, I'll help you ask for help. The more people help you, the more hope you will find your mother's affairs." Fang Zheng looked at Xiao Lu deeply and made up his mind that I must help her. No matter how much the price I paid, I have to help her fulfill her wish. Even if her mother may no longer be alive, she will still get a result.

"Thank you, young master, if you can help Xiaolu find her mother, Xiaolu...I wish to be a slave in the Fang family for life." Xiaolu burst into tears and she burst into tears.

"No, I don't want anything, as long as you live happily, well, just like I am so happy." Fang Zheng touched her head lovingly. This little girl's life was too hard.

In the afternoon, Fang Zheng came to the Fu Prince's Mansion alone. The royal palace was still strictly guarded. Feng Qiudao led his army to the grassland. The guard commander of the Fu Prince's Mansion also changed, and he had a tall and thin man. After Fang Zheng came forward to report his name, the commander looked at Fang Zheng up and down, and was polite, saying that he wanted Fang Zheng to wait at the door, and he went in to report.

Without acquaintances, it is a troublesome to do things. Even seeing someone has so many rules. Feng Qiudao led himself in swagger last time, but no one asked him. Now that the commander has changed people, the treatment is different.

After a while, the fat man came out to greet him, followed by the new commander.

When the fat man saw Fang Zheng, he smiled happily and said, "Why are you here today? Don't say hello in advance."

Fang Zheng curled his lips and said, "This is so hypocritical. Where can I say hello to you? Your home is so tight. If you move a little, what should they do if they shoot me on the wall?"

Then he added: "Use bows and arrows."

The fat man was stunned, patted his forehead, pointed at Fang Zheng and said to the guard commander: "Did you see it? Brother Fang is my classmate and friend. If he comes in the future, he doesn't need to inform him and let him come in directly, and no one can stop him. Remember!"

The commander was surprised to see Fang Zheng talking to His Highness Fu in such a casual tone. When he heard the fat man's order, the commander quickly lowered his head and respectfully said yes.

"Don't stand at the door, go talk inside." The fat man took Fang Zheng's hand and walked straight into the mansion.

Fang Zheng felt chills and quickly broke free from the fat man's hand: "Hey, speak well, don't touch me, young master, I am not as good as Long Yang."

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and after he realized that he quickly wiped his hands with disgust: "Nonsense! I don't know how to adjust this, tsk, it's so disgusting..."

The two had a cold war at the same time, and then looked at each other and laughed.

After sitting down in the back hall, the small yellow gate presented Qingming with him and bent down respectfully.

The fat man smiled and said, "Are you here today to see me or my sister? It's a coincidence that both of me are at home today, hehe..."

"Ah? Your sister is at home?... Fatty, let's go out and find a teahouse to sit in?"

The fat man said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? Why are you doing with my sister? You just don't like it."

Fang Zheng whispered mysteriously in the fat man's ear: "You don't know... I've figured out when I find a fortune teller. My sister and I don't match each other's horoscope, so we're in conflict..."

Before he finished speaking, a loud shout came from behind him: "Fart! Which bitch raised me? I want to kill him nine clans!"

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