Chapter 69: Self-Importance Collection, Hoo-Hoo-Hoo

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  Wei Zhao was taken aback and hastily walked over, seriously looking at Fu Yang's dodgy face.

  Fu Yan's head was bowed down with great force, his face flushed bright red.

  He was able to come and see Wei Zhao like this, which already shows that he regarded Wei Zhao as his closest person.

  Wei Zhao looked at him for a while, patted his shoulder and laughed: "How come, at such a young age, you've also learned to flirt with decent women?"

  Fu Yan's face turned even more purple, and with the bruises on his face, he looked rather comical. He hung his head and said in a stiff tone: "No... nothing..."

  Wei Zhuo reached out and touched a bulge on his face, and Fu Yang immediately shrank back in pain and fear.

  Wei Zhuo looked at him with a hint of a strange smile and said faintly, "Each wound is relatively small and round, only skin-deep, without any internal injuries. The pain will subside in a day or two. Obviously, the one who hit you was a woman, she didn't dare to use heavy hands, it was intentional to teach you a lesson."

  At this time, young boys and girls mature very early. At Fu Yang's age, it was the prime of life, with romance and love in the air; while at his age, normal children could already run around freely.

  Fu Jiong's eye was swollen and bruised, he stared at Wei Zhao with wide eyes, his face full of surprise: "Teacher, did you know about this?"

  Wei Zhao looked at his comical expression and chuckled, saying: "It seems you've been swept out the door. Well, it's good that you'll be staying here for a few more days. Let your wife worry for a few days, it will help increase your affection for each other."

  Fu Yan's face immediately turned red with anxiety: "Teacher, no, you don't know how, how, how..."

  Wei Zhao looked anxious and eager to speak, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. He made a slight movement in his heart and glanced at Wan'er, who was still watching Fu Yang with a subtle smile on her face.

  Wan'er was taken aback, hastily nodded and quietly walked out.

  Wei Zhao saw Wan'er leave and looked at Fu Yang's flushed face. He walked closer and whispered, "Isn't it possible?"

  Fu Yan's face turned even redder, his cheeks bulging out in all directions, and his eyes were filled with embarrassed shame.

  Wei Zhao patted him on the shoulder and said, "We're all men, no need to be embarrassed. In a few days, I'll introduce you to a doctor from our Wei family's charity hospital. Don't worry about it getting out."

  Fu Yang's head shook like a rattle drum, his lips moving as he stammered "Teacher, no, no, it's not... I am, I am..."

  Wei Zhuo chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, with a "I understand" expression: "Hmm, anyway, you can rest assured staying here with me, don't worry about anything else."

  Fu Yan hated that he couldn't find a mouse hole to crawl into, but his mouth was clumsy and his words were awkward, so he could only nod his head with a gloomy face.

  Wei Zhao arranged a room for Wan'er and then casually threw a few books at him. Fu Yang hurriedly picked them up as soon as he saw they were from Wei Zhao, although he had read them many times before. Since his teacher gave them to him, there must be some intention behind it, so he felt that there was something inside that he hadn't noticed and needed to carefully re-read.

  "Master, is this the apprentice you've taken in?" asked Wan'er with a gentle smile on her face as they walked back.

  Wei Zhao also couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, this disciple he had taken in was indeed quite inexplicable.

  As soon as he returned to the house, Wei Xiao heard a muffled sound coming from the study. He walked over and saw that Little Tail was eating happily on his desk, her little mouth puffed out, and there was even a piece of vegetable leaf stuck to her face.

  Wei Zao saw that she hadn't discovered him, so he smiled and turned around, lying on the bed, pondering about going to the market tomorrow to buy two pieces of cloth from Chen Chu's family to study.

  Fu Jiong lay in the Wei family's wing room, his extremely agitated face gradually calming down, and his tender eyes rarely revealing a hint of melancholy. He stroked the poultice bag that Wan'er had sent over, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

  He was driven out of the house, and he didn't go back with his tail between his legs like before. He spat out a heavy remark, and resolutely left home.

  He had originally gone to Yiyun's place, intending to live with his sister, but Yiyun told him that he had grown up and was no longer the little girl she used to be, but a man now.

  Fu Yan was stunned for a long time and made sure that his sister wasn't trying to drive him away, so he secretly let out a sigh of relief, but couldn't help thinking about it.

  He hesitated for half a day, believing in Yiyun's words. After thinking for half a day, he felt that his sister's place was not suitable either, and it seemed that only Wei Zhao, this teacher, could be relied upon. With another persuasion from Yiyun, he brought the large and small packages that had been thrown out by others to the Wei residence.

  Fu Yan touched his scorching face, with a sinister look on his face, and said, "Hmph, if you don't beg me... Hmph, you will definitely beg me!"

  It wasn't until a moment later that the little girl came over, her face flushing as she spoke in a low voice before Wei Zuo: "Young master, the thing you wanted has been prepared."

  He glanced at her and saw that there were still vegetable leaves on her face, and he smiled slightly, saying nonchalantly, "Yeah, we wrote less today, we'll make up for it tomorrow."

  The little girl's eyes widened in surprise, her small face puffed up with indignation, and her silver teeth chattered angrily.

  Wei Zhao seemed to have not seen it at all, flipped a page and said lightly "If you think it's too little, I can add 100 more words."

  The little girl puffed out her chest and scrunched up her nose, saying: "Young master, you don't keep your promises."

  Wei Zhuo waved his right hand and the book hit her little head. He looked at her with a "I'm doing this for your own good" expression, saying: "Young master is doing this for you."

  Xiao Yatou wrote for half a day today, and in the afternoon, she was busy with Wei Zhao for another half day. It can be said that she didn't stop for a moment. Seeing Wei Zhao still making things difficult for her, she scrunched up her face and walked over, saying in a low voice: "Young master, I won't change your sheets for you anymore."

  Wei Zhao knew she would use this trick, calmly licking her fingers and turning the pages, saying "Do you still want to go to the temple fair?"

  The little girl heard this and became even more wronged, pouting her small mouth and saying in a nasal tone: "Young master, I'm really very tired, you see, it's bleeding..." The little girl stretched out her slender white wrist, sticking it right in front of Wei Zhao's eyes.

  Wei Zhuo caught a glimpse, and indeed, her skin was broken. He felt a little heartache and rubbed it gently. It wasn't good to tease her again. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Hmm, you don't have to write it. You promise not to mention this matter again."

  "Pull!" The little girl stretched out her small white fingers and said in a crisp voice.

  Wei Zhuo chuckled and made a gesture he often did when he was young. He stretched out his thumb and pulled it with Xiaoyao, and sure enough, he heard the phrase "pulling hooks and hanging, one hundred years without changing" from Xiaoyao's mouth.

  The little girl's plan succeeded, and she happily ran off to feed fish with Wan'er.

  Wei Zhao gazed at Xiang Qiang's joyful back, and as a man who had lived two lifetimes, he couldn't help but smile wistfully and let out a sigh.

  After dinner, Wei Zuo thought of things twenty years ago, and after rinsing, he walked towards Li Xiujuan's small building.

  Looking at the brightly lit living room, Wei Xiao thought of Li Xianyun's sensual test that night and couldn't help but smile, lifting his feet to walk in.

  "Wait a minute, young master." Just as Wei Zhuo stepped into the doorway, Yu'er suddenly appeared out of nowhere and blocked his path, saying in a soft voice.

  Wei Zhuang was taken aback and stopped in his tracks, looking at her and saying: "Is your sister-in-law home? I have something to discuss with her."

  The little girl's mouth corners were raised with a hint of a strange smile, and she said with a straight face: "Young master, the mistress said that it's late at night, and it's not proper for a man and woman to be alone together. Please restrain yourself."

  Wei Zhao almost choked and fell forward with a thud!