When he was done, he quickly got up and rushed to the small pool over there to clean up.

She sat up and rubbed her sore wrist, blushing and feeling extremely embarrassed.

Soon, he came back.

He also blushed and didn't dare to look at her.

"Sit down and take a rest."

It was Yang Ruoqing who broke the silence first and pointed to a piece of grass nearby.

The medicine in his body had just been discharged from the body along with that, and he was covered in sweat. He must be a little tired now.

Luo Fengtang sat down where she pointed, his head slightly lowered, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Stretch your hand over here and I'll take your pulse again."

Yang Ruoqing's voice came again, and people came closer.

"Um."

He responded and raised his hand.

When her soft fingers pressed on his wrist.

It was like an electric current struck his whole body, and he uncontrollably remembered the feeling just now...

The body subconsciously tensed up.

She secretly controlled his reaction in her heart.

When a certain kind of embarrassment reaches the edge of what she can bear, the result is a rebound.

Instead, she wasn't embarrassed anymore.

She raised her eyes and glanced at him, teasing him with a smile in her eyes: "A human heart is not as good as a snake swallowing an elephant, but the two are inseparable!"

He was startled.

Immediately he understood what she was referring to, and his handsome face turned red.

"Qing'er, I..."

His eyes flickered, wanting to explain something, but he felt so guilty that he was speechless.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips, her pretty face dyed pink like the peach blossoms in March.

"My arms are about to fall off. Even if you want to, you have to wait until next time!" she said.

Luo Fengtang: "..."

"Okay, the young man's pulse is stable. Congratulations to you for surviving this life-threatening crisis safely!"

After taking his pulse, she put down his sleeves and said happily.

Luo Fengtang sat upright and looked at Yang Ruoqing again.

Watch her packing the wooden box and putting it back into the package.

His eyes were gentle and caring.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She took a moment to glance at him and asked.

He said: "Qing'er, I'm so happy..."

Yang Ruoqing secretly rolled her eyes.

I just made you feel uncomfortable. It's strange that you are unhappy.

"Qing'er, it's not exactly what you think."

As if he could hear her ventriloquism, he quickly added.

"Then why are you so happy?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang grinned and scratched his head again.

Then he said with some embarrassment: "I'm happy because our relationship has become closer..."

"You really look like my little wife now, hehe..."

He was giggling there, his smile reaching straight to his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing said nothing, but her eyes gradually deepened as she looked at him.

Yes, in terms of the ceremony of announcing to relatives and friends, they made a marriage contract and gave three wedding gifts.

Privately, the two of them had just made a breakthrough.

However, there was one thing she had been hiding from him.

"Tangyao, your little wife has something to tell you."

She spoke out, walked to him and squatted down.

Luo Fengtang looked at her with a smile: "What are you talking about? Just say it."

Yang Ruoqing raised a hand and gently put it on his shoulder.

He seemed to be hesitating and considering.

"What's wrong with Qing'er? Hesitating is not your nature, tell me!"

Seeing her like this, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Not daring to laugh anymore, he reached out and held her little hand.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and her eyes fell on his face.

"Tangyazi, have you ever thought that maybe you are not a descendant of the old Luo family?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang's expression changed slightly.

He looked at Yang Ruoqing without blinking: "Qing'er, you, what exactly do you want to say?"

Yang Ruoqing sighed softly: "I have been hiding this birthmark from you..."

So, Yang Ruoqing told Luo Fengtang about the wolf head birthmark on Luo Fengtang's butt and what she heard from Yan Huaian about the Daliao wolf head pattern.

Hearing all this, Luo Fengtang was shocked.

Sitting on the ground, the whole person was stunned.

She held his slightly cold fingers with her backhand.

"I have been debating whether to tell this or not, or to keep you in the dark and live the same life as before."

"But, after thinking about it, I think you are already an adult."

"You have the right to know this, so I'm telling you this now." She said softly.

Luo Fengtang did not say a word, but sat there, frowning.

The expressions in his eyes were changing rapidly, thinking, absorbing, and trying to control his emotions...

After Yang Ruoqing said what she wanted to say, she stopped speaking.

A person lives for nineteen years before discovering that he is not the child of this family.

The uncle who depends on each other has no blood relationship with him.

In 1891, he regarded himself as a subject of Daqi and even held an important position in Daqi's military camp.

Suddenly, someone tells you that you may not be from this country.

They are from a foreign race in the north.

This psychological gap...

It will be uncomfortable for anyone.

He needs time to sort it out...

She waited quietly.

Finally, Luo Fengtang, who had been silent for a while, spoke up.

"When I was young, I was very envious when I saw other people having mothers."

"I asked my uncle where my mother was. Every time, he got very angry and wouldn't allow me to ask."

"I was young at that time and didn't understand."

"Now I understand, it turns out that this is what happened."

"Am I an abandoned child or a descendant of a foreign race..."

Luo Fengtang said in a deep voice.

He shook his head slowly, with a wry smile on his lips.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, and she held Luo Fengtang's hand tightly.

"You allow yourself to say that," she said.
To be continued...