Even though there was nothing at all between her and Mu Zichuan, even though Mu Zichuan also explained that this was a New Year's gift, and even though Tang Yazi had always been a generous and sensible person, even if she knew it was from Mu Zichuan, she still

Won't say anything.

Because several of Luo Baobao’s dolls were also given by Mu Zichuan.

Luo Fengtang would never stop these normal human interactions, but,

To save others by oneself, if some other young woman besides the elders such as the parents of both parties made clothes for Luo Fengtang, or bought a new pair of shoes,

Even if there is no connection between them at all, as a wife, she would definitely feel uncomfortable seeing her man dangling in front of her wearing the clothes of another woman.

So, she took off the silk scarf without saying a word.

Luo Fengtang held her hand.

"Silly Qing'er, you don't have to wrong yourself like this for me," he said.

"There is no need for this between you and me. I believe in my weight in your heart. Why can't I get along with a silk scarf?"

He said, then took the silk scarf and prepared to tie it again for her.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I don't want to tie it, I just don't want to tie it."

Luo Fengtang said: "No, then you won't go out all day today?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Then I won't go out. I'll go out again when tomorrow gets lighter, hehe."

Luo Fengtang was silent for a moment, then took Yang Ruoqing's hand and went straight to the desk, pressed her shoulders and asked her to sit down.

"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang said: "Sit down and you'll be fine in a while."

Yang Ruoqing sat down obediently.

Luo Fengtang said again: "Close your eyes again, and you can open them again when I ask you to open them later."

Now, Yang Ruoqing was really curious.

But just because I am curious, I am looking forward to it even more.

"Yeah!" She nodded and closed her eyes.

Just as she closed it, she suddenly opened it again.

"Huh?" Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, his eyes questioning.

Yang Ruoqing smiled playfully and said: "I forgot to say my lines, I want to make up for it."

"What lines? Say it!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and patted her bulging chest and said, "General, just let your horse come over, but don't pity me just because I am a delicate flower!"

Luo Fengtang's head is covered with black lines.

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, then sat upright and closed her eyes again.

Soon, she heard the sound of Luo Fengtang opening the drawer. After a rustling sound, Yang Ruoqing smelled the faint fragrance of flowers.

Then, there was a faint coolness on her neck, as if something was rubbing it. It was numb and a little itchy, which made her want to laugh.

Luo Fengtang said: "Just hold on for a while and it will be fine soon."

"Slow work will lead to careful work, I'm not in a hurry." Yang Ruoqing said.

After a while, Yang Ruoqing heard Luo Fengtang say: "Okay, you can open it now."

Yang Ruoqing quickly opened her eyes and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her neck, but was held down by Luo Fengtang.

"Go take a photo," he said.

"Okay!" Yang Ruoqing nodded, quickly stood up and couldn't wait to go to the bronze mirror, put her head in front of the bronze mirror, and turned her head to look at her neck.

"Wow!"

This time, she was really surprised by herself.

"Oh my God, my God!" she exclaimed, "don't tell me, you just painted this crabapple flower?"

"hey-hey……"

Luo Fengtang's chuckle came from behind, with joy and acquiescence in his voice.

He packed up the desk, came behind her, put his arms around her waist, and stared at her in the bronze mirror.

"Last night I found a few bottles of flower juice in the drawer. They must be the leftovers you used to make perfume, Qing'er. They were just used for a few strokes," he said.

"My Qing'er looks really good with this Begonia flower. It's so beautiful! It's so pretty!"

He deliberately used a dialect from another place, which made Yang Ruoqing laugh.

She turned around and said excitedly: "You have more ideas. Draw begonia flowers around the hickey. In this way, it can be completely covered and turned into an embellishment and decoration. Hehe, I like it so much.

,Tangyazi, you are so talented!"

Having said this, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him hard on the face.

This is his reward.

After the reward was over, she turned around again, and then admired the blooming crabapple flowers around her neck.

The painting is so good, it’s so lifelike. Why didn’t I think of it myself?

It seems that my Tangyazi is still smart.

Looking at Yang Ruoqing's beautiful appearance in the mirror, Luo Fengtang's eyes were full of satisfaction.

Silly girl, as long as you like it, I'll be happy.

…

Yang Ruoqing went to have breakfast. Her mother-in-law Tuoba Xian and her aunt Wang Cuilian saw the begonia flowers on her neck and praised them for how beautiful they were.

But after the praise came, Tuoba Xian lowered his eyes, and there was a faint trace of reminiscence and sadness in his eyes.

He really is a father and son. That person also did this for her back then.

That year she was in her prime and young, and once traveled with him to the south of the Yangtze River.

Because I was greedy for a few small peppers, I developed a small red rash between my eyebrows.

This was a huge blow to her who loved beauty as much as her life.

No amount of makeup can cover this little red rash, what should I do?

It was he who had an idea and used flower juice to draw a plum blossom between her eyebrows...

Tuoba Xian smiled bitterly.

She paid most of her life for that brief moment of love.

Thirty years have passed and there has been no news from him. That’s all. His future has passed as if it were just a dream.

Now she has woken up from the dream. Fortunately, she still has a son, a wife, and grandchildren...

…

When Yang Ruoqing came to her parents' house next door, the begonia flowers on her neck made her envious.

Everyone was clamoring for Yang Ruoqing to draw begonia flowers for them. As long as they were flowers, anything else would do.

Yang Ruoqing said: "This is what your brother-in-law painted for me. I don't know how to paint yet. I will learn from your brother-in-law later. Once I learn how to do it, I will paint it for you."

Only then could they be comforted.

Then she went to Uncle Chang Geng's house to talk to Xiao Yu about old times, and sealed a red envelope for Xiao Yu's youngest son who was just one month old.

…

Although this is not the age of information technology, don’t underestimate the information exchange in these ten miles and eight villages.

Li Xiuxin threw herself into the river yesterday evening. After only one night and half a day, the news spread throughout the villages ten miles away.

No, when Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Yu were reminiscing about old times together, the woman next door to Guihua's house came to visit and gossiped about this matter with Aunt Guihua.

"Have you heard? Li Xiuxin jumped into the river with a pregnant belly of six months. If he died, it would really be a dead body and two lives." said the woman who came to visit.

Osmanthus fragrans asked in surprise: "Didn't Li Xiuxin say that she remarried? Didn't she get along with the man's family later and come back to her parents' house again?"
Chapter completed!