This guy is not Ma Chao

  Two sons

  She is Double Ears, a maid from Jin Yong's last wuxia novel "The Deer and the Cauldron".

  What a lovely and pleasant name.

  Shuang Er is a pitiful little maid, whose master's family was persecuted and their home was confiscated, leaving only a few weak-minded women to escape, living a life without support in a remote mountain villa. After many twists and turns, she was finally taken in by the male protagonist. Her martial arts skills are among the top two among seven women, and her acupoint technique is exceptionally outstanding even in the low-level martial arts world of the Qing dynasty. However, her personality is extremely gentle and obedient, almost never resisting, this is the legendary S-class little maid!

  Speaking of S-class young maidservants, we can't help but mention another woman.

  Xiao Zhao

  Yes, Xiaozhao.

  Still Jin Yong's Old Master, "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" Zhang Wuji's maid Xiao Zhao who accompanied him inseparably for a year and a half after he took over as the leader.

  This woman, who once broke my heart, is equally loved and infatuated with the two great maidservants in Jin Yong's novels. However, in order to serve the damned plot and so-called monogamy, she was ruthlessly swept away by Old Jin's brush and became a puppet leader in Persia. "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" is one of my favorite books, which I borrowed from the library through a friend during high school. My friend and I would read it under the covers every night with flashlights. Later, during college, I must have read it over 10 times.

  Every time I reach the 30th chapter "East and West are forever separated like Shangsheng", at first, I always read it word by word, fearing that I would miss a single character or punctuation mark. After closing the book, my heart would ache as if being strangled; Later, when re-reading, even in the ten chapters where Xiaoyao and Zhang Wuji were whispering and singing Persian love songs in the secret passage of Guangming Peak, it could evoke my sentimental heart. And the last 10 chapters, for me, have no meaning anymore.

  There are many TV versions of The Legend of the Condor Hero, from Ma Jing-tao or even earlier, TV series or Jet Li's movie version, I've been searching for her shadow, Zhao Min or Zhou Zhiruo, although they were extremely beautiful and stunning at that time, but I only want to see that timid maid.

  "Please give your name, young master."

  Her voice was soft and gentle, her small head bowed down.

  "Huh? I thought for a moment and found it really hard to choose between them. Both names are those of women I loved dearly, even though they never actually existed."

  I shook my head, smiled lightly and still asked her gently:

  "There are two names in my heart for you to choose from, one is Xiao Zhao, Zhao is the Zhao of Wang Zhaojun's Zhao, and the other is Shuang Er, Shuang is the double number, although it's a bit common, but I really like it, calling out feels very intimate too, which one do you want to pick?"

  In the end, I suddenly felt a little nervous.

  The little girl did not choose, smiling slightly and declining: "I am ignorant, please trouble the young master to make a decision for me."

  "Huh?" The power of choice was pushed back into my hands again, and I couldn't help but feel worried.

  As I was lost in thought, I glanced at my little sister who had been standing silently beside me and jokingly asked: "Your elder sister won't choose, so you go first."

  The girl seemed to be slightly startled at first, but then her face seemed to have a joyful expression. Her small white teeth were gently biting on the moist lips, making my heart skip a beat.

  "Young master, I..." Her voice was even softer and almost inaudible, "Slave, slave..." She first referred to herself as "I", but then hastily changed it to "slave", her young face already filled with alarm, having forgotten what she had wanted to say just now.

  "Hmm?" I hummed softly, everyone knows that this "hmm" sound is nasal.

  It doesn't matter this time, the young lady "pa" soundly pulled her younger sister to kneel down together and buried their heads directly under the bed.

  I looked around and saw people on the same level as me.

  I was taken aback and hastily looked under the bed.

  "Huh?" I shifted forward a bit, "What are you two doing?"

  The older maid pulled her younger sister's hand: "Slave servant, my younger sister is young and presumptuous, please ask the young master, young master..." She muttered two 'young masters', but didn't say anything else, just knocked on the ground once, and her younger sister also knocked twice without saying a word.

  To be honest, I don't quite understand.

  "So I asked: 'Oh? How's your sister? She's fine.'"

  "A slave is a slave, how can she call herself 'I'?" The girl taught me the basic common sense she had learned.

  "What can't you call yourself?" I teased.

  "Oh me!" The girl exclaimed.

  "Oh," I rubbed my chin, "then why did you just say 'I'?"

  The girl's face turned slightly pale, and she lowered her head in a very wronged manner, unable to speak.

  I looked up at the sky and let out a hearty laugh, clapping my hands together: "Alright, I've made up my mind. From now on, you'll be called Little Chao."

  The girl under the bed was surprised at my sudden naming, but seeing that I didn't mind the 'presumptuous self-appellation' just now, she hastily thanked me.

  Xiao Zhao and Shuang Er, although both were maids, they were different in many ways.

  Shuang Er basically belongs to the typical good wife and mother, gentle and considerate, hardworking and tolerant, never knowing she has the legendary women's rights (so she was ruthlessly criticized by feminists), the most valuable thing in Wei Xiaobao's life is having Shuang Er, sometimes feeling that Shuang Er marrying Wei Xiaobao is a waste, heart-aching.

  Xiao Zhao was slightly different, she had a bit of heart. Since childhood, Lao Niang had sent him to infiltrate Guangming Ding as an undercover agent, deceiving Yang Guo and his daughter while doing secret underground work. Later, he was recruited by Zhang Wuji, but he didn't stop spying because of Zhang Wuji's kindness and generosity. He just didn't conflict with Zhang Wuji's interests in principle. Of course, as time passed, that bit of heart also disappeared, and for the sake of her lover's life, she became the Ghost Sect Leader, even more heartbreaking.

  On the other hand, looking at these two girls, from initially calling herself Bian Zhang's daughter to gain my assistance, to just now spending a little time together, Miss Sister has revealed a bit of her intentions, of course using her intentions to protect herself I can fully understand, this also only explains that her mind is not as naive as a child; and Little Sister, with few words, basically controlled by her sister, on the one hand because she's too young and inexperienced, on the other hand it also shows that this little girl is very obedient, resistant to struggle and conflict should not be too strong, for me it's easier to get my way...

  But to be honest, when I first saw the two sisters, I liked the more lively older sister better. The younger sister always seemed too shy and timid, yes, a little shyness can be cute and endearing, it also gives off an airy quality, but you're just a maid, how are you supposed to serve people if you're so shy? Even when I touch you, you take half a day to react... is this still a maid?! I don't want to raise a princess for fun.

  Of course, I'd rather have something than nothing. As a lolicon, it's my principle to push them down. How could I possibly be discouraged by this small setback?

  I propped myself up with one hand and reached out to gently press on the young lady's soft shoulder with the other. The small shoulder didn't have a hint of fleshiness, this bony feeling couldn't be faked, could it?

  I comforted myself in my heart and said softly: "This name is simple, but it's the one I love most, just hope... you won't disappoint me."

  Is it this simple name that shouldn't be wasted? Or is it my complicated heart's intention?

  Young lady, although she couldn't understand the emotions that had crossed time and space, still replied: "Yes. I, Xiao Zhao, will serve Young Master with all my heart for the rest of my life."

  My hand felt the small shoulders slowly bow down, the smooth forehead lightly touched the ground, and the jet-black long hair fell from both sides, covering her tender and delicate face.

  I couldn't see the expression on her face, whether it was joy or sorrow, but I vaguely felt a desolate melancholy underlying her seemingly calm tone.

  Don't you want to? My heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the excitement I had just felt sank into a low valley. Indeed, I have watched too many YY rebirth and transmigration stories. Alas, poor me, with neither an illustrious ancestral background nor renowned academic achievements, I am filled with regret! I resent that I couldn't unleash my majestic aura, making all the loyal ministers and brave generals in the Central Plains rush to Guzang City to kneel down and pledge their allegiance to me; I resent that I couldn't effortlessly charm all the beautiful women in the land, having them flock around me from all sides.

  I have no wealth, no power, no charm, and no charisma. I couldn't even successfully woo a lowly maid with no background or knowledge? The first time I tried to flirt with a girl, she was unwilling and unenthusiastic? This is truly a complete failure!

  I'm not in the mood for anything, I withdraw my left hand from her shoulder and reposition myself to lie down, the towel on my butt has warmed up a bit.

  "Young master, you...you haven't given me a name yet." Little sister knelt down and obediently listened to my advice to her older sister. At this time, seeing that I was listless and lying down, as if I had abandoned myself, she could only muster up the courage to say it herself.

  "There are only two names in total. Your sister has taken Xiaozhao away, what else can you call?" I suddenly regained my spirits and laughed.

  "Shuang'er?" The little girl tilted her head, knelt down and said, "In the future, Shuang'er will also serve Master with all her heart like Sister!"

  "Get up, and from now on, don't kneel down for every little thing. Kneeling too much isn't good for your knees either." Right, as people get older, they're more prone to rheumatoid arthritis. I waved my hand to let the two girls get up.

  "By the way, Little Shuang, how old are you? Are you not yet ten years old?" Seeing that I couldn't breach Xiao Zhao's defenses for the time being, I turned to ask Shuang Er with a gentle tone.

  Shuang'er may not be used to my affectionate greetings, and it's more likely that she is naturally shy. Her small face turned red as she replied in a soft voice: "Sister was born on February 14th of Guanghe Year 1 (178 AD), and I was born on July 7th of Guanghe Year 2, so I'll be turning ten soon." She pouted slightly, seemingly expressing her slight dissatisfaction with me: How could you not tell that I'm almost ten years old just by looking at me? Isn't that a roundabout way of saying I'm developing slowly?!

  Not to mention, this girl, although developing a bit slower... but on her delicate face, she has refined features, and at this moment, she has some of the appearance of a girl's anger, which really makes my heart itch!

  But this little girl is too young and tender, even if she were born in her previous life, she would still be able to call me uncle, I don't think that's possible.

  Besides, as a humble commoner like me, I wouldn't be so impatient. This little maid in front of me, as long as I'm not too trashy or incompetent, shouldn't be snatched away by others in the short term, right? These two sisters fell into my hands, didn't they?

  She's just a young girl and still afraid of childbirth, so I'll have to take the initiative, but can't be excessive, gradual progress is the only way to achieve long-term stability.

  So I decided to use the most basic and crude method of winning people over.

  But also the most commonly used and effective method.

  Kiss up to someone.