Chuoluo returned to being the coach of the swordsmanship hall.
Only here can he flourish like a fish in water. A person with "no education" like him can naturally only rely on his own skills in exchange for living expenses.[
Xiao Zhu still visits his and Ting Qingyu's family every few days.
It has been several months, and Ting's father and mother's sadness has improved a bit, even though Chuoluo told them the fact that Ting Qingyu once traveled to Princess Yu.
Naturally, the family's parents didn't believe it, and secretly worried whether Chuoluo was suffering from mental illness.
But other things are normal. For example, a large part of their monthly salary will be given to them. The parents do not dare to use it arbitrarily, so they can only save it for Chuo and wait for him to get married and have children.
Although Chuoluo has always been so depressed, he only became a little more cheerful when practicing sword practice. That thing was naturally the closest he felt to the Ming Dynasty.
In the evening, the family finished dinner again, and Chuoluo took the lead in washing the dishes.
Here, he regards his parents as his own parents.
Chuoluo had no parents since he was a child. It was his master who adopted him and Yuan'er. Then his master passed away and he entered the Changbi Palace. Naturally, there was no one close to him.
As Ting's parents are Yu'er's parents, they feel a little more intimate.
"I said Xiaoluo, let Auntie wash the dishes from now on. You are a grown man and you always do so much housework." Ting's mother looked at Chuoluo with a smile, and Chuoluo shook his head with a smile.
"Auntie, it's okay. I have nothing to do anyway."
"Hey, it would be great if Yu'er were here... It wouldn't be bad to marry Xiaoluo!" Ting's father suddenly said sadly.
Chuoluo's eyes darkened.
Even if Cheyue and Ting Qingyu were here, she would not choose him.
Xiaoyu quickly glanced at Ting's father, you must know that her sister likes Cheyue, not Chuoluo.
"Haha, Xiaoluo, please spend more time with Xiaozhu. She is a good girl." Ting's father smiled quickly and walked up to pat him on the shoulder.
"Yes, Xiaoluo, I also hope you will marry her back." Ting's mother smiled, since Chuoluo is now like her son anyway, marrying Xiaozhu back is also a good thing.