At night, the cold wind was howling outside the house, and a snow seemed to be coming.

But the room was as warm as spring.

The little lazy table was moved to the bed, Luo Fengtang sat cross-legged by the table, and Luo Baby was sitting on his legs.

The father and daughter are working together to create a painting. Next to her, Yang Ruoqing is also sitting there, holding Luo Fengtang's shoes in her hand, busy threading.

From time to time, he stopped to look at the father and daughter here. Luo Baobao's facial features followed her, but the heroic spirit between his eyebrows followed Luo Fengtang.

The father and daughter, one big and one small, were tied together, holding their hands together and drawing little people on white paper. Luo Baobao giggled from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ruoqing also laughed silently.

If possible, I really hope he will never leave and just stay there.

When I first joined the army, I just wanted to take advantage of a big and small official position and protect my family.

I didn’t expect that I would climb so high, and when I sat in this position, it would not be so easy to stop.

You have to continue walking forward, both public and private.

Luo Fengtang once told Yang Ruoqing that if she was not happy, he would resign from his post in just one sentence and come back to accompany her and the child wholeheartedly.

Yang Ruoqing refused.

So far, she has seen that he is a natural talent.

Only on the battlefield can his value be realized.

Moreover, he is passionate, righteous, and has a broad mind.

Such a Tang Yazi is no longer the young hunter who was chasing hares and deer in the mountains and fields with barefoot feet.

He is an eagle, destined to soar in the blue sky, walk against the wind, and be with the white clouds.

She could not accompany him to fight the enemy, but she could become a garden where he lived. When he was tired and tired, he came back to her and she came to soothe.

She was so enthralled that she suddenly felt a warm gaze wrapping her around.

When he looked up, Luo Fengtang was also staring at her gently.

This look, like her first love, made her feel heartbeat.

"Dad, don't you see your mother, dad, look at me, I want dad to teach me how to draw!"

A domineering voice suddenly penetrated, and Luo Baobao was pouting his mouth and staring at this side with an unhappy look on his face.

"Your mother... looks good." Luo Fengtang murmured before he could come back.

Yang Ruoqing's face turned red.

Why did this fool say this in front of the child? Fortunately, Dazhi had already been sleepy and went back to the house to sleep, otherwise both children would laugh at her.

Here, Luo Baobao was unhappy when he heard Luo Fengtang's words.

In the little girl's mind, no one can share the same spoils with her father, nor can she do mother.

She stretched out her little hand to cover Luo Fengtang's eyes, and threw herself into Luo Fengtang's arms and acted coquettishly: "Baby looks good, but the baby looks good..."

Luo Fengtang finally came to his senses and looked at his unruly and tricked daughter in his arms, Luo Fengtang picked her up and sat down.

Then he said seriously: "Broad beans are made of broad beans, and peas are made of peas. If your mother is not good-looking, how could she give birth to a beautiful daughter?"

Luo Baobao blinked his big eyes, and he seemed to understand it in his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing blushed even more and wanted to stop Luo Fengtang with her eyes, but Luo Fengtang was still very serious and wanted to teach Luo Baobao a lesson.

"Without mother, there would be no you."

"In the father's heart, the baby and the baby mother are the most important and the most beautiful woman who ranks first. Do you understand?"

Luo Baobao nodded, "I understand."

Then, she secretly glanced at Yang Ruoqing, and she was really beautiful!

Luo Fengtang straightened Luo Baobao's little head and then said, "Dad will leave in two days and go out to fight. My baby is now growing up and is a beautiful girl."

"Dad is not at home, the baby must listen to his mother. He cannot squeeze his mother or contradict her. He cannot make her sad..."

"Dad, I have something to say." Luo Baobao suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Luo Fengtang's words.

"Say." He said.

Luo Baobao said: "Mom is sad for a long time, so she doesn't speak, sitting alone beside the bed silently."

"The baby has peeked at it several times, and my mother is still holding her father's clothes and sniffing it in front of her nose..."

"Baby!" Yang Ruoqing quickly called her, not allowing her to say anything.

But Luo Baobao's little mouth spoke very quickly, and she said several times that she had seen secretly.

"I asked my grandma what's wrong with my mother? Grandma said, "Mom is missing my father. Dad, it's not that my mother is sad, it's not that the baby is causing trouble, it's that my father, you are causing trouble, you are unhappy..."

Luo Fengtang hugged Luo Baobao in his arms. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Yes, it's bad for dad, dad makes mom unhappy."

While he was speaking, his complicated and apologetic eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing freed up a hand to hold his big hand and said with a smile: "Don't listen to the child's nonsense. Sometimes I suddenly think of you, so I sit there quietly for a while, guessing what you are doing and whether you have eaten..."

Luo Fengtang didn't say anything, and came over with his backhand to hug Yang Ruoqing into his arms.

There is a daughter in the left arm, and there is a beautiful wife in the right arm.

Luo Baobao saw Yang Ruoqing lying in her father's broad chest like her, and thought it was very fun, so he made faces at Yang Ruoqing and giggled.

Yang Ruoqing was amused and cried, and struggled to get up, but Luo Fengtang held it hard, preventing her from escaping from his arms.

The whole family didn't say anything, Luo Fengtang felt guilty, and Yang Ruoqing was immersed in this warmth.

And Luo Baby...

Going asleep!

The little girl pressed her face against Luo Fengtang's chest, and her face was squeezed and deformed. Her mouth was slightly open, and a few thin air bangs hung on her red cheeks.

It’s so pretty, so cute.

"This little magpie finally fell asleep." Yang Ruoqing said, then sat up.

Luo Fengtang said: "I will send my daughter back to the house to sleep first."

As he said that, he picked up the child and got out of bed.

Yang Ruoqing also got out of bed, picked up a big dress and covered the child's body: "Go together."

As soon as the couple put Luo Baobao in the quilt, covered it with the quilt and covered it to come back, a wave of air suddenly came from the yard outside.

The ground under his feet also sank, as if something had come.

What comes with it is also a cold and cold atmosphere that makes people feel oppressive.

The two looked at each other, almost at the same time, Luo Fengtang had an extra sword in his hand, and Yang Ruoqing showed her whip.

Luo Fengtang rushed out of the yard first, and Yang Ruoqing followed closely. He could assist him at any time when the situation was wrong.

But when the couple came to the yard, they were both shocked.

Under the moonlight, a huge snow wolf stood there, with its back facing them, its heavy tail hanging behind it, and its huge head was tilting up at the moon in the sky!

The bright moonlight shines on its surroundings, and the white hair of the snow seems to be coated with a layer of gold edge. The night wind blows by, and its hair dances in the wind. It is so majestic and handsome and domineering.

"Chasing the Clouds!"

Yang Ruoqing could no longer help but shouted excitedly at the snow wolf looking at the moon, and threw away her whip and ran towards it.
Chapter completed!