"My master plans to come to the capital and work as a personal bodyguard to earn money to support you.

But when I go out, I need to wear a curtain or make it easy for others to see me.

As for the bottle of medicine in your hand, it is a medicine that delays the toxicity in Ayan's body, and I will give you a few pills every month."

Hear the words.

The little beggar, who was biting the pastry and with bulging cheeks, looked at the medicine bottle in Shen Tang's hand with helpless eyes.

"knew."

Suddenly.

The little beggar thought of something and stared at Shen Tang suspiciously.

"Master, are you sure you are a fairy? Fairies also need to make money?"

Shen Tang's dark eyes showed a lazy smile, and he looked sideways at the little beggar.

Stuff the medicine bottle back.

The white and tender hands held a pair of chopsticks, picked up a small glutinous cake, and put it into the little beggar's lips.

"A fairy who never grows old also wants to make money. If she doesn't make money, who will support Ayan."

The little beggar was chewing cakes, glanced at Shen Tang's face, lowered his head, and frowned slightly.

She was really weird, she appeared out of nowhere, and even suddenly wanted to raise him.

When he becomes crazy and abnormal, she will abandon him immediately, let alone support him.

Think about these.

The little beggar raised his head and stared at Shen Tang with his deep, dark eyes.

One day, Beijing.

An Xiaohou, who is only ten years old, needs a few people to protect him.

Shen Tang's thin white hands slightly opened the curtain that covered her face, and her eyes were fixed on the wall, where the recruitment notice of the Marquis Mansion was posted.

The seven-year-old boy tightly grasped Shen Tanghao's white and delicate wrist.

The young boy noticed that Shen Tang was looking at the words written on the paper.

The next moment.

The young boy whispered: "What's so good about being a man's personal bodyguard?"

Shen Tang picked up the little boy's body and walked from the crowd to a dark place.

The young boy raised his head and looked at Shen Tang, who was covered by the curtain.

His fingers slightly grasped Shen Tang's wrist.

Shen Tang lifted a piece of candied fruit and stuffed it into the little boy's mouth.

The little boy bit into the candied fruit.

Shen Tang whispered: "Being Mr. An Xiaohou's personal guard not only makes a lot of money, but also provides food in the room.

If you succeed in becoming a guard by then, you will be my adopted younger brother, and you cannot call me master in front of others, do you understand?"

A young boy named Ayan grabbed the curtain that Shen Tang was wearing.

Lower your eyebrows.

"Originally, I didn't want to call you Master."

The next day.

Shen Tangyi. With his handsome and handsome face, he successfully became the personal bodyguard of Mr. An Xiaohou.

Being a guard in the Marquis Mansion will earn you more money and provide you with more benefits.

Shen Tang is raising little Ayan.

Little Ayan is worthy of being the future national master. He is gifted with martial arts and precognition. After taking the medicine that stimulates his potential, he has made rapid progress.

Time passed, one year later.

Ayan sat on the wall of the Hou Mansion.

Looking down at the scene, Shen Tang bent down and spoke softly to Mr. An Xiaohou.

People in the Hou Mansion knew about Ayan's existence, and they all thought that Ayan was the poor younger brother Shen Tang picked up and raised.

Mr. An Xiaohou caught a glimpse of Ayan on the wall, his eyes curled up and he smiled.

"Ah Chen's brother climbed the wall again."

Hear the words.

Shen Tang looked at Ayan who was taller on the wall.

Shen Tang quickly walked to the wall with Qinggong.

He hugged Ayan's body and flew to the ground with Qinggong.

Mr. An Xiaohou clapped his palms and smiled: "Ah Chen's Qing Kung is really good, I want to learn it too."

Shen Tang stared at the young Marquis with his dark eyes.

Her beautiful eyes were sparkling, the ends of her eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of her lips were raised.

"Little Marquis, if your subordinates teach martial arts, you will have to pay extra."

Mr. An Xiaohou patted his chest slightly and raised his chin.

"Isn't it just money? The Hou Mansion is not short of money. You can add as much as you want."

Ayan hugged Shen Tang's fair-skinned neck tightly.

His dark, peach-shaped eyes looked sideways at the young Marquis.

There was a faint hint of displeasure in his eyes.

The next moment.

Ayan lowered his head and said softly: "I'm hungry, brother."

Hear the words.

Shen Tang didn't have time to speak.

The young Marquis enthusiastically lifted a plate of food.

"When you are hungry, just eat my food. The food in our Marquis' Mansion is delicious. You are lucky, little brother."

Ayan glanced sideways at the young prince with a silly smile.

Looking back, I continued to be buried in Shen Tang's arms.

The tone is low.

"Brother, I want to eat the cakes you made."

I remember the day I first learned martial arts from my master, the master insisted on making a lot of cakes to honor her.

Think about this.

Ayan frowned.

The master has a very bad temper and always likes to bully him.

Shen Tang touched Ayan's head and looked at the young Marquis with his dark and lively eyes.

"Little Marquis, can I make some cakes for Ayan first, and then come back and continue to protect you?"

The young Marquis was slightly startled and came to his senses.

Put down the plate and sit on the stone bench in the back garden.

Wrinkle your little face.

"You go and make him cakes. However, Ah Chen should not be too spoiled to this younger brother in the future. If a person is spoiled with a bad temper, he will become more and more annoying. Of course, Ah Chen has a good temper."

Finished.

The young marquis looked at Ayan.

Ayan's eyes were slightly red for a moment, and his peach blossom eyes were covered with a light mist.

He gently grasped Shen Tang's sleeves and looked pitifully.

"Brother, don't hate me. I won't eat food. I won't be spoiled. Brother, don't abandon me."

Shen Tang wiped away the tears from Ayan's eyes and gently rubbed Ayan's cheek.

Sighed lowly.

"Don't pretend to cry, I'll go to the kitchen to make you a meal."

Speaking of which.

Shen Tang walked sideways towards the young marquis and gave a slight salute.

"Thank you, Mr. Marquis, for allowing you to use the kitchen. I will go and make food for Ayan now. Whatever the Mr. Marquis wants to eat, I will also make the food that Mr. Marquis likes later."

Hear the words.

The little Marquis' eyes lit up and he thought about it.
To be continued...