"I chose Xiaohua not because of impulse, but because I followed my heart. Only when I am with her do I feel that this is how I live my life."

Yang Ruoqing's smile suddenly bloomed like a flower, and she wanted to rush forward and kiss her brother hard.

That's great, it's like a textbook answer. It's a pity that Xiaohua is not here. It would be perfect if I could hear it with my own ears.

However, being moved is not enough.

Yang Ruoqing has to use her trump card!

"Da'an, since we have talked about it for this reason, I won't go around in circles with you,"

"Tell me the truth about the poem in your letter!"

"Letter? Poetry?"

Daan looked confused.

"Sister, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"Okay, let me give you another reminder."

"In the third drawer on the left side of your study desk in the capital, there are three large books. The second one contains a letter. Inside the letter is a poem. The poem was written by a certain official lady in the capital.

your?"

Daan's eyes were filled with astonishment.

"Book? Letter? Poetry?"

After meditating for a moment, he suddenly became enlightened.

He got up and went to the corner of the study room, brought out a book box and placed it on the desk.

"I brought this book box back from the capital, and I haven't had time to sort it out yet."

While he was explaining to Yang Ruoqing, he opened the bookcase, took out the files, books, essays, and notebooks inside and opened them one by one on the desk.

"Are these three tomes that sister is talking about?"

Yang Ruoqing stood up and took a look, "It should be."

Daan then picked up the middle book and opened it. Sure enough, a white letter fell gently on the table.

Da'an was stunned for a moment, then picked up the letter, opened it, and pulled out a thin piece of letter paper.

The moment the letter was spread out, the faint scent of jasmine wafted into my nose.

Yang Ruoqing also came over to read the poems on the letter with him. The beautiful small regular script was clearly written by a woman:

The wind is clear, the moon is full, I believe it is a good time.

I won’t be worried about the wind and the moon for a long time.

My heart will be scorched by musk deer, and my moans will be accompanied by cold insects.

If you want to go to bed quickly, your belt will be untied and turned into knots.

Yang Ruoqing is an outsider in poetry. Anyway, I saw that there are indeed many winds and moons in it. The owner of the poem wants to sleep, but the belt of his clothes is knotted and cannot be untied. He can't figure out what he is doing in Xiajiba.

What!

She didn't understand, but Da'an understood the meaning of the letter with just one glance.

This is a poem that expresses lovesickness and admiration. The restlessness and restlessness tortured by lovesickness are vividly expressed on the page.

Especially the three names "Xu Moli" at the end of the poem made Da'an frown tightly.

"Da'an, I won't say much else. You can't say one thing and do another!"

Yang Ruoqing was watching a series of changes in Daan's expression from the side.

She was sure that Da'an didn't know about this letter before.

Daan didn't say anything, but put the letter back on the paper and left it on the desk.

The other books were put back into the bookcase.

"Sister, did Hua'er discover this?" His face was a bit gloomy.

It's impossible for my sister to come here to look through the book box, and it's even less possible for my sister to go to the capital and discover these things.

The only people who could touch his desk and books were Xiaohua. The servants and maids in the capital were not allowed to enter his study.

"Yes, I saw it accidentally when Hua'er was packing the drawers for you. I want to explain to her that Hua'er is not the kind of petty, sensitive or suspicious person. She is just too diligent and likes to do housework."

"Hey, it's not good to be too diligent. I discovered something I shouldn't have discovered."

"Hua'er also has a good temper. She follows you in everything, but she doesn't even dare to ask. She keeps it in her heart. If it were me, I would have exploded a long time ago."

Yang Ruoqing scratched her head, feeling that she was a bit incoherent at the end.

My younger brother is my biological brother, and my sister-in-law is my younger sister who I watched grow up.

Although they are not related by blood, they were raised as if they were biological sisters. The two childhood sweethearts formed a small family, and she could wake up happily even in her sleep.

Now that something like this happened, she didn't know how to deal with it.

Favoritism?

It is impossible for her to be partial, she will only stand on the side of justice.

When Da'an heard what Yang Ruoqing said, his face became even more ugly.

Yang Ruoqing was really worried that he would be angry with Xiaohua. If that was the case, don't blame her for being ruthless.

"Snapped!"

Daan suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Da'an, what are you doing? Stop it!"

When he was about to hit him a second time, Yang Ruoqing rushed up and grabbed his wrist.

"If you have something to say, what are you going to do by yourself?"

With such a handsome face, if you don’t feel sorry for me, I still feel sorry for you!

Daan frowned, his eyes filled with annoyance and self-blame.

"Sister, I should fight."

"What? Are you really having an affair with that...that Jasmine?"

Yang Ruoqing asked with her eyes widened.

If that's the case, no matter how handsome your face is, I will slap it for you.

"How can it be!"

Daan's facial features were slightly distorted, "How could I be that kind of person? I despise being a prostitute and cheating on my wife!"

"Ah? That's good, that's good." Yang Ruoqing's heart was lifted up and put down, put down and picked up again, and then put down again, just like riding a roller coaster.

"Since you didn't do anything sorry for Hua'er, then why did you say you should be beaten?"

"Sister, I feel sorry for my stupidity."

"As Xiaohua's husband and her pillow, I didn't notice her worries in time."

"If you hadn't reminded me today, sister, I might still be in the dark and not be aware of Xiaohua's inner uneasiness and suffering."

He suddenly thought of something else.

"Sister, when did Xiaohua find this letter? Was it... was it after the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "It seems like... what's going on?"

Da'an remained silent, feeling extremely guilty.

No wonder a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, when he returned home to the capital after doing business, he heard Feng'er say that his mother had cooked delicious food for him and his sister to eat, but she didn't even taste a bite and just slept.

At that time, he thought she was unwell or tired. Looking back now, she probably had something pressing on her mind. But in a foreign country, except for his husband, she had no one around her who could share her worries...

"I have worked hard for her during this time and I have wronged her. I should hit her."

"Oh, things have happened. Even if you smash your own face, you can't undo Hua'er's injustice!"

"The most practical thing is to explain it clearly to her, and then make up for it properly so that she can feel safe with you again."

"But before that, can you tell me first what happened to that letter?"
Chapter completed!