"Hua'er, there's something wrong with you tonight. Tell me honestly. Da'an is in the capital...is there anyone of the opposite sex you're close to?"

Xiaohua seemed to be awakened and suddenly raised her head.

"Sister, I, I don't know whether I should say it or not. I'm afraid that if nothing happens to them, I'm overthinking it. If Brother Da'an finds out, he will be disgusted with me and think that I am just a person who likes to make blind suspicions. But, but..."

Yang Ruoqing walked over and held Xiaohua's cold hand.

"I am Da'an's sister, but I am also your sister. Tell me, I won't say a word to others, I will help you analyze it, and I can also investigate the situation secretly!"

"Sister, when I was in the capital, I had a banquet hosted by Wan Qingchun and the Duke of Wan Guo. I went there and met a young lady. After we chatted with her, I found out that her ancestral home was also from our Chang Huaizhou family."

"That young lady's father and Da'an were officials in the same dynasty. Because they were from the same hometown, they had more contacts than others. The young lady herself is even more beautiful, and is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. When it comes to Da'an, she

I don’t think there’s any politeness in the words of praise, it’s all the kind of admiration that comes from the bottom of my heart!”

"After I came back, I mentioned this matter to Brother Da'an, and he reacted indifferently. However, one time I tidied his desk and found a letter. I couldn't recognize all the poems written in the letter, but I could only recognize a few words, such as: "风"

Oh, month and so on, but I recognized the name signed on the letter, it was exactly the name of the young lady from that family."

"Sister, tell me, am I overthinking it?"

Xiaohua's discovery can be said to have thrown a torpedo into Yang Ruoqing's mind.

I was so excited right now, my mind went blank, and my ears were ringing loudly.

Regardless of whether the wind and moon in the poem are wind, flowers, snow and moon, or a clear breeze and bright moon, in short, in this era, for a young lady who has not yet left the government to write a letter to a young man is a matter in itself...

Even if the people of Daqi are open and open, there are things you can and can't do in everything.

Old girls and men can greet each other politely in public, but in private they exchange letters and leave things like calligraphy or sachets and sweat towels, which is thought-provoking.

Da'an, Da'an, are you really not out of touch with men's vulgar tastes and are you a dull coquettish person?

Yang Ruoqing's heart was spinning a thousand times, and she was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped to the ground, but her face remained calm and composed.

You can even take out a reassurance pill for Xiaohua.

"Isn't it just a letter? In the eyes of an onlooker like me, it's actually nothing."

"After all, Da'an is a talented man, and the young lady admires him, so it is possible that she wrote a poem for his guidance."

"Sister, you are very open-minded. Has your brother-in-law ever experienced anything similar?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

Tangyazi?

Oh, forget it, in the eyes of other women, maybe he is very attractive at first sight, and women want to lean on him.

But when you really come to flirt with him, you will find that this man is the most incomprehensible and unsympathetic person in the world!

If Yang Huazhong and Xiao An are straight men of steel, then Luo Fengtang is a straight man of titanium alloy.

The terminator of women, no matter what kind of flirtatious glances are sent to you, they will all give you a blank stare.

"Your brother-in-law is a rough guy, and he has nothing to do with his literary skills." Yang Ruoqing laughed and changed the subject away from Luo Fengtang.

Then he tried his best to enlighten Xiaohua with a few words. In short, he tried to downplay the letter and the poem.

It wasn't until she walked out of the house that Yang Ruoqing took a long breath and realized that her palms were sweaty.

Just now, if he showed any signs of instability in front of Xiaohua, it would deepen Xiaohua's worries and confirm her suspicions.

Fortunately, she was resourceful and stabilized the situation.

So what should her worried sister do next?

Of course I have to go find that scumbag... ask Daan to find out!

My siblings, is there anything you can’t ask directly?

Yang Ruoqing tiptoed outside Feng'er's house like a thief, squinted her eyes and peeped through the crack in the door.

Feng'er sat in front of the desk with bright candlelight, pressing the paper in front of him with one hand, and holding a pen with the other hand, writing something seriously one stroke at a time.

Daan put his hands behind his back, leaned forward slightly, and followed Feng'er's hands with his eyes.

From time to time, he would raise his hand to point lightly on the paper in front of Feng'er, or help Feng'er straighten his shoulders and sit upright.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the rustle of the pen tip brushing against the rice paper.

The bright candlelight projected the figures of the father and son on the wall, one large and one small, so warm and harmonious.

Yang Ruoqing's anger suddenly seemed to be suppressed by something. She hesitated, turned around and left quietly.

Back in the front yard, Yang Huazhong had already coaxed Mrs. Sun. One of them was sitting in the warm bucket doing needlework, and the other was sitting on a stool next to him, with his feet in the warm bucket, smoking dry cigarettes.

They were talking to each other.

Yang Ruoqing heard a few words as soon as she arrived. They were discussing buying new year's goods.

"Dad, Mom, you are chatting, I will go over first."

Yang Ruoqing said hello casually and walked forward.

Mrs. Sun put down her sewing to get out of the heating bucket, still shouting: "I'll give it to you."

Yang Huazhong pushed her back: "Don't come down, I'll see her off."

Yang Ruoqing has been thinking about Da'an in her heart, and has no intention of being polite to her parents.

According to countless past experiences, even if she carries a machete in her hand, her parents will not worry.

They all thought she was a weak little white flower who needed to be protected, so... Yang Huazhong quickly caught up with her.

He sent Yang Ruoqing to the gate of Luo's courtyard and watched her go in before turning around and going home.

Yang Ruoqing was lying on the bed thinking about this matter, so she gave a signal, and soon there was a dark shadow outside the curtain.

"Help me check someone out."

…

When it comes to the marriage happiness and family harmony of her younger siblings, Yang Ruoqing does not dare to take it lightly.

She tossed and turned in bed that night, thinking for a long time, and finally decided that she must find a suitable opportunity to have a good talk with Daan in the next two days.

Tonight...fortunately, I didn't have the heat to bring him out and ask him.

inappropriate.

The commotion will be huge.

It will scare the flowers and worry the parents.

Tomorrow, I happen to be taking Daan to a Taoist temple to fulfill his vows, so we have a good chat on the way.

Yang Ruoqing was not the only one suffering from insomnia that night.

In the old Wang family, Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi were also lying side by side on the bed with their eyes open and insomnia.

"Shuanzi, are you sure you really want to bring her back to the village to raise her? That's a big living person. It's not like a pig can be kept in a pig pen. Once she comes, you can't hide her. We have the most shortage of people in the village.
Chapter completed!