"What about in the head?" Yang Ruoqing pointed.

When I have a cold, I feel light-headed and my head is not clear, as if there is a machine buzzing endlessly, and my eyes have no focus when looking at things.

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly: "My head feels much better, at least it's not strenuous when I look at you."

Yang Ruoqing felt a little relieved, this was indeed a sign of improvement.

But when she thought about what he had gone through before, she still couldn't help but feel sad.

"You, you can never rush like that desperately in the future. Fortunately, our horse king is smart and brought you back. If you had fainted alone in the ice and snow, we wouldn't have known, and you would still be enjoying yourself at home.

It’s Chinese New Year, and I get scared when I think about this.”

It was precisely because of fear that I had nightmares before.

It's not that she is not as strong as before, but that she cares too much, and because she cares, she is afraid of losing.

"Okay, I promise you, I will never let you be so worried again." Luo Fengtang said.

In her previous nightmare, he must have been even worse than now, otherwise he wouldn't have been so pale when he woke up.

"By the way, Hong Xiu is looking for you for something urgent?"

He is not a person who likes to gossip, and he is not interested in other women's affairs.

This time I asked this question just to change the subject.

When asked about this, Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said with disdain: "The toad wants to eat the swan meat."

Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows.

Husband and wife are one, Yang Ruoqing has nothing to hide from him, and he is serious about it and will not spread rumors outside.

"My little cousin Yongqing actually had the idea of ​​​​Hongxiu. Tell me, how can he be worthy of Hongxiu? He is not even worthy of carrying shoes! How dare you think about it!"

Luo Fengtang originally just asked casually, but he didn't expect to ask such an explosive matter.

No wonder Qing'er and Hong Xiu have been whispering in the room over there for a long time.

"If it is out of true love and pursuit, there is nothing to laugh at him, because true love does not distinguish between high and low."

Luo Fengtang analyzed.

Throughout the ages, many poor boys have married the daughters of officials' wives, or students from poor families have married girls from official families.

For another example, back then, I was a single person with no father or mother, my family didn’t feel like home, and I didn’t have half of the land. The Qing’er family was better than the Luo family in every aspect, but wasn’t I lucky enough to fall in her eyes?

Therefore, the disparity in status between one party and the gap in family background is not the main reason that prevents two young people from being together.

As the saying goes, true love is priceless and true love has no boundaries.

"But the problem is, your little cousin is just impulsively attracted to Hongxiu. This is not true love, this is hooliganism, and it must be stopped!" Luo Fengtang spoke again, with a more stern look on his face.

Hongxiu, like Liu Xueyun, is Qing'er's right-hand man.

Qing'er called, and Hongxiu rushed to Changping Village thousands of miles away. So Hongxiu's matter was Qing'er's business, and it was also his business. They must protect Hongxiu.

Although Hongxiu himself was very capable and could not really be taken advantage of by Yang Yongqing, as the host, Luo Fengtang felt that it was necessary for him and Yang Ruoqing to stand in front of Hongxiu.

"What you said has touched my heart. My little cousin knows a lot about true love!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, her face full of sarcasm.

"I saw Hongxiu at the Tutu Temple yesterday afternoon, so I started chatting with her. At night, she came to our backyard to act mischievously. I even contradicted my uncle and wanted to ask Hongxiu to go hiking. Is this true love? This company likes

It doesn’t count, it’s not respectful at all, and it’s not considerate of the other person, it’s just a bastard with a sperm in its head.”

Yang Ruoqing became angry when she recalled the details Hongxiu told her.

When did the Luo family's front door stop being a deterrent to bastards like him? Was she too gentle these days?

"Uncle also knows about this? Then why didn't you hear him mention it? Did it happen before I came back or after I came back?" Luo Fengtang was a little surprised.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I probably didn't bother to say it, because cousin Yongqing came to our house to look for Hongxiu before you came back."

Luo Fengtang's face darkened, "Now that I'm back, if he dares to come here again, I'll throw him out directly."

"You don't need to do anything, just let me do it." Yang Ruoqing said.

"You can't throw it away. It's hard for your parents to explain it. After all, they are cousins." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing was happy, "Don't worry, I will naturally have an explanation. Besides, I am good at cleaning up the house."

"I just cleaned up my cousin a while ago and even pulled a red thread for him, hahaha..."

"Pull the red line? What do you mean?" Luo Fengtang was confused.

As for the romantic affairs of old Yangtou, Yang Ruoqing rarely wastes paper and pen and ink in his letters at home, so he can be forgiven for not knowing.

"Tangyaozi, about this matter, it cannot be explained clearly in just a few words."

"The level of bloodshed and various conspiracies would make even the most eloquent storyteller talk about it for three days and three nights."

He took her hand and said, "What Mr. Storyteller said was not as nice as what my Qing'er said."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Haha, okay then. Anyway, you are recovering from your illness. You will be so free that your balls ache..."

The corners of Luo Fengtang's eyes twitched slightly, and his eyes subconsciously glanced downward.

It doesn't hurt...

"Oh, I'm just saying this, don't really look at it, it makes me very embarrassed."

Yang Ruoqing blushed, she didn't expect him to be such a straight man.

Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "I have a lot of free time, can you tell me slowly?"

I just like to see the way you talk.

Yang Ruoqing needs an audience just now, and the first lunar month is not busy, the busiest is the twelfth lunar month.

In the first month of the first month, when the doors are closed due to rain and snow, we sit at home eating, drinking, sleeping and gossiping. This is called celebrating the New Year!

"Okay, I'll talk to you one by one later, but before that, I have to go to the kitchen to give you some food. You haven't eaten for a day. It's not good to listen to stories on an empty stomach!"

…

While Yang Ruoqing was busy cooking chicken soup noodles for Luo Fengtang in the kitchen, over at the old house, Jin also cooked noodles using the chicken soup sent by Yang Yongjin's house and brought them to Yang Yongqing's bed.

Yang Yongjin was also there. Seeing this, he frowned and said to Yang Yongqing: "You have been suffering from vomiting and diarrhea for a long time. You should see a doctor and take medicine. Why can't you keep your mouth shut?"

"Second brother, I, I'm exhausted. I don't have any strength if I don't eat, and my body... can't bear it."

Yang Yongqing was wrapped in a quilt and said feebly.

At the same time, he reached out his hand to grab the rung at the head of the bed and struggled to sit up.

He had not worn pants for a long time under the quilt, and there was a cloth bag filled with soil and wood ash pressed under his hips.

"Mom, bring here the chicken soup noodles. Hey, feed me."

Jin glanced at Yang Yongjin, a little hesitant.

Yang Yongqing patted the edge of the bed hard and started to get irritated.
Chapter completed!