After Yang Huazhong finished cursing, he didn't want to stay in the carriage anymore. He was so angry that he lowered the curtain and went to sit in front of the carriage to enjoy the cold wind.

In the carriage, Daan was still confused.

"Sister, what's going on? What dad said...I was so confused when I heard it."

He rubbed his still throbbing temples and asked. If he usually had a clear mind, it would be easier to accept and analyze, but at this moment, his head was so swollen and painful, and everything about last night was fragmented and very vague.

"Da'an, don't be impatient. Take a sip of water and tell me how you met your classmate yesterday and had a drink together."

Yang Ruoqing patiently put the teacup back into Daan's hand, and took out a bottle of cooling oil from her purse.

After Daan drank the hot water, she asked him to apply the cooling oil on his temples and philtrum.

"I feel much better and my mind is clearer." Daan said after rubbing it for a while.

Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly, "This can ward off evil spirits and refresh you. Now tell me what happened last night. Tell me as much as you remember. Don't tell me anything you can't remember."

That being said, what Yang Ruoqing hopes most is that Da'an will not be cut off because he was drunk. It is best to remember them all. You must know that he is the number one scholar, and his mental memory must not be better than ordinary people? Otherwise, how can he chew those things?

The Four Books and Five Classics still stood out among so many outstanding students across the country and became the number one scholar appointed by the emperor?

Daan sat there rubbing his temples and trying to remember, think back...

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

"Sister, are Xiaohua and the other three okay?"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, "Ah? Okay, okay, Feng'er and Fuwa are still sleeping on the carriage in front."

Daan breathed a sigh of relief: "Just sleep, otherwise, what happened last night will frighten them more. They were already frightened when the carriage lost control yesterday."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Hey, so next time you don't have to think about whether to be low-key or not. It will be safer to let the guards follow you."

Daan nodded, closed his eyes and thought again...

Yang Ruoqing waited patiently...

Da'an opened his eyes again: "Sister, is our mother's health okay?"

"It's the same as usual, except for some old problems, everything else is fine." Yang Ruoqing answered patiently.

Once people of Sun's generation pass the age of twenty-five, they will be like machines aging, and their body parts will be more or less damaged.

Confinement disease and various lumbar strains are inevitable. After thirty-five or six, you have to get used to living with various chronic diseases. As long as it is not a fatal and strange disease, there is no need to panic.

"What about Ga Gong and the others? They are all still healthy, right?"

"Well, everything is fine."

"The Duoer family's Jiaojiao must have grown a lot. If I remember correctly, Jiaojiao's niece is two or three months younger than Fuwa. Fuwa is one and a half years old and can walk steadily. Jiaojiao should be about the same, right? Can she talk?"

Yang Ruoqing answered them one by one.

"By the way, sister, I remembered something again. Today is the day when the third girl comes out of the cabinet, right? Then the relatives and friends at home..."

"Da'an, tell the truth, do you not want to tell me about yesterday's events?"

This time, Yang Ruoqing interrupted his question.

At this point, even a fool can see that he is deliberately avoiding this problem.

It’s not that I can’t remember it, but that I don’t want to think about it at all, or in other words, I don’t want to face it.

Daan fell silent.

"Why don't you want to say it? What's the secret?" Yang Ruoqing asked patiently.

Da'an smiled bitterly, looked up at Yang Huazhong outside, and said in a deep voice: "Sister, I have never encountered such a bizarre thing since I was a child, but I believe that no matter whether Brother Deng is a human or a ghost, he will not treat me the same.

He has bad intentions, let alone wants to take my life as dad said. That’s too strong a statement.”

Yang Ruoqing listened carefully and nodded gently, "What my father said was a bit serious, but if you saw the scene at that time, you would understand how my father felt. It is indeed... very scary."

Da'an looked straight at Yang Ruoqing: "Sister, did you suffer a lot in order to find me?"

Yang Ruoqing didn't hide it, "It's not hard to say, but it's true that everyone has experienced some bizarre things."

Then, Yang Ruoqing told Daan everything about how they traveled to several places overnight, traveled dozens of miles back and forth, and encountered a strange fog in Guniuling in the middle of the night and almost couldn't get out.

Including the legends about the strange fog that Old Man Zhu told, and the story of the bearded lady who was fascinated by the strange fog and finally drowned in the ditch.

"Sister, I was wrong. I misunderstood our father. In order to find me, you not only endured hardships, but almost lost your life. I, I am such a bastard!"

Daan raised his hand and slapped himself.

Don't think that scholars are nerds, useless and powerless. That is everyone's misunderstanding of scholars.

For a healthy and normal man like Da'an, the slap was really loud, and Qing Jun's handsome face suddenly turned red.

"You silly boy, why are you beating yourself up? Stop it!"

Seeing that he was still beating him, as if he was addicted to beating him, Yang Ruoqing quickly grabbed his hand.

"It's okay if you don't just say what's on your mind, why bother beating yourself up?"

"Dad is right, I am indeed a bastard and obsessed with things!"

"You yourself know that you are obsessed with ghosts, so it's not your fault. You just care too much about your classmates. This shows that you are a person who values ​​love and justice. Is this wrong? That's right!"

"Furthermore, even if you really did something bad, then you can just correct it. Why bother to do anything? You have read so many sages' books in vain. They all say: You have to cherish your body, hair, skin, and parents.

Don’t destroy it. If you have something to say next time, please say it properly and don’t hit yourself, you know?”

Such a handsome younger brother, with a clear and handsome face, and a temperament that surpasses all the male protagonists in ancient costume romance dramas. His handsome face will be red and swollen after this slap, which makes Yang Ruoqing, who 'loves the beauty and cherishes the jade', scratch her liver and lungs with heartache. Even that slap from you

It would be better to hit my sister on the face!

"Sister, I was wrong."

As Da'an grew up, he was not used to having his hand held in his sister's palm for a long time, so he quietly pulled it away.

Yang Ruoqing felt quite disappointed. Her brother had grown up completely!

So she could only pat him on the shoulder, "Then you can tell your sister what happened yesterday, right?"

Da'an took a few deep breaths, tried to calm down his emotions, and slowly told Yang Ruoqing the whole story.

But before he said anything, he opened the curtain and said apologetically to Yang Huazhong's back: "Dad, it's cold outside, please come in and sit down!"

"It's not cold." Yang Huazhong said without looking back.
Chapter completed!