Chapter 3 — Old Love Like Flying Clouds

"Girl... man and woman are not close to each other." “How could it make you so sad?” You... do you know how to be shy? I pursed my lips and calmly replied: "A slave is not considered a lady, just a servant, you don't have to worry about it." "Besides, my wife is weak and can't turn you around. Sister A is only eight years old. Besides me, who else can help you?" He was confused and tongue-tied: "That... that's not possible." But his strength is not as strong as a chicken. In the end, I could only close my eyes tightly, my ears as red as blood, and let me do whatever I wanted. Long eyelashes trembled slightly, whole body stiff as wood. I looked at his embarrassed and helpless appearance and found it interesting. Different from Ta Van Khoat. When he was sick, I also served him like this, he enjoyed it as usual, but criticized my calloused hands and got angry and blamed him. “Rough hands and rough feet, do you want to hurt me to death?!” But Du Huu Nien was very obedient and thanked in a low voice: "...I'm rude, thank you... Sister." “Young master, just call me Bach Lo.” He shook his head and said that his wife sees me as a daughter, so he will call me Sister A. I nodded. As a confidant sister A, and also an obedient and understanding younger brother, if he were to be happy with his wife, he would probably only receive cold eyes right now. My mood is much better. From his sleeve, he took out a malt candy and gently placed it in his palm: "A younger sister said you like sweets, reward you for obediently changing the medicine." Before being sold to Ta Palace, I had a younger brother who loved eating the candy I made. It's just that Ta Van Khoat doesn't like it. Du Huu Nien slowly put it away, wanting to say it again. After a moment of silence, he secretly raised his head, his ears were less red and red again: "What happened today... Sister, don't tell anything, okay?" I laughed: "Okay." Of course he's still a child. Mrs. Du is honest, Sister A is innocent, Du Huu Nien is gentle, this house... doesn't seem like what I thought. 6 Ta Van Khoat sobered up, his throat was dry and sore. "Water... Bach Lo, pour me a cup of water..." He unconsciously called Bach Lo's name. The person who walked in was Lang Thanh Thanh. She brought the tea, her voice gentle: "Husband is awake? Does your head still hurt?" Ta Van Khoat frowned, his voice impatient: "Where is Bach Lo? Where are you hiding, so lazy?" Lang Thanh Thanh chuckled, her finger lightly touching his forehead: "Husband has forgotten? Yesterday you got drunk, bet with the young master of the Trieu family, and... sold sister Bach Lo to the Du family in the west of the city to get married." “Gone.” Ta Van Khoat tried to remember, it seemed like that really happened. He was indifferent, but Truong Thuan was impatient: "Young master, quickly go and pick up the lady. The Du family is extremely poor, and the wife doesn't know how much suffering she will have to endure when she gets there." "Besides, if the young master of the Du family really dies, wouldn't the lady become a widow?" He was worried about Bach Lo, but Lang Thanh Thanh gave him a sharp glare. Ta Van Khoat was stunned for a moment, rubbing his sore forehead. Lang Thanh Thanh smiled, her eyebrows curved like a distant mountain, her voice soft and smooth: "Sister Bach Lo's destiny is good, maybe she can really save people. Wait until you win the bet, get a hundred taels of silver from the young master Trieu, then think of a way to redeem her." "At that time, the husband will not only be able to save face but also gain benefits. Isn't that great?" Truong Thuan stomped his feet. But Ta Van Khoat just nodded: "Okay, sell it, sell it. Her." inherently miserable, accustomed to suffering. Without a little bitterness, how can we know the good and bad in the Ta family? Always arguing with me, talking too much to the point of being annoying..." Truong Thuan worried: "But the lady is a lovesick person, what if it's been too long and she doesn't want to go home?" Ta Van Khoat curled his lips and smiled, still with the familiar arrogance: "She lives in Ta palace, eats well and dresses well, lives happily, she won't be able to leave." Truong Thuan opened his mouth, in the end he just sighed and quietly withdrew. “The husband is still the wisest.” "Husband, your health is important. Don't go to the library today. I heard that the lotus in Dao Hoa Ngo is in full bloom. Let's take a boat ride..." "And more, and more..." The laughter was clear and resonant. Truong Thuan looked back and saw that the young master had sobered up and could play with his concubine again.

7 Du Huu Nien's condition improved very quickly. In just a few days, he was able to get out of bed, and it got better and better. You don't need me to serve you anymore, during the day I do housework, at night I light the lamp and sew, spin and weave cloth. But the days are not peaceful. That day, I was carrying firewood home, but before I even entered the door, I heard a commotion. A few uncles from the Du family brought the housekeeper to ask to sell the house. "Eldest sister-in-law, if Nien brother died at this time, wouldn't this house be considered a bad omen and not sell for a good price?" “While we still have some silver to sell, let the shopkeeper collect it!” Mrs. Du was so worried that her eyes turned red: "Nian Nhi is getting better every day, who said he would die!" I listened for a while and then understood the root cause. The Du family's inheritance is passed down from male to male, not female. If Du Huu Nien dies, this family will belong to his uncles. A few days ago, seeing that Du Huu Nien was about to die, his uncles quickly sold the house and even received a deposit from the government. Second uncle Du pushed Mrs. Du hard, trying to rush inside. I saw Du Huu Nien sitting by the bed reading a book, his face pale but his spirit was clearly much better. The shopkeeper was not happy when he saw it: "This person isn't about to die, is he?" A few uncles' faces immediately changed, and they stubbornly said it was a reflection, wanting to kick people out of the room, not to let them die in the house. They were prepared and brought along a few strong men with fierce faces. I got angry, grabbed a stick and placed it next to the door to block the entrance: "In broad daylight, breaking into people's houses, oppressing orphans and widows, is there still law in your eyes?" My hand tightens on the stick. In the past, Ta Van Khoat often caused trouble, angering many street thugs, all of whom were fierce. Every time I bravely face it. I told myself to be aggressive, absolutely not to tremble in fear.