At this moment, Zhuiyun suddenly shook the hair on his body and stood up.

It jumped to the ground lightly, looked at Baby Luo on the soft couch, and wagged its tail.

Baby Luo was so excited that he quickly crawled towards Zhuiyun.

As soon as she got closer, she stretched out her little hand to touch Zhuiyun's nose. Zhuiyun suddenly tilted his head and opened his mouth to grab the back collar of Baby Luo's clothes.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the door of the house.

Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded. If anyone else saw this scene, they would probably be scared to death.

The wolf bites the child.

However, she knew that Zhuiyun had a sense of caution and it was impossible for the wolf's fangs to touch Baby Luo's flesh.

Moreover, a certain little kid caught in the mouth of a wolf seems to enjoy this kind of suspended treatment.

She was dancing with excitement and was still screaming.

Yang Ruoqing followed him with black lines all over her head.

Zhuiyun directly sent Baby Luo back to Yang Ruoqing's house, put him gently on the bed, then turned around and ran out of the bedroom like a gust of wind, not letting Baby Luo see him leave.

Baby Luo started to search and make trouble. Yang Ruoqing closed the door and used all her skills to deal with this little guy.

After a lot of effort, I finally got her done, and I was sweating profusely.

"Hey, why are you sweating profusely in this dark night?"

Luo Fengtang came back. When he walked in and saw her standing there wiping sweat, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Yang Ruoqing gave him a resentful look: "What a coincidence that you came back this time. I just went through a war."

"Ah?" He was startled for a moment, then became nervous.

He looked at her with his eyes: "Who did you fight with? Are you injured? Let me take a look!"

Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She held his arm and turned her head to glance at the small quilt bag that was bulging on the bed.

"Well, fighting her made me almost collapse," she said.

Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief and looked away from the bed, falling on Yang Ruoqing again.

"What happened to you two when I turned my back? Tell me," he said.

Yang Ruoqing then told what happened to Baby Luo earlier.

"Lai is in Zhuiyun's house, unwilling to come back with me. You're not here, and I can't bear to be barbaric."

"Fortunately Zhuiyun sent her back, otherwise, she would probably still be fooling around right now!" she said.

"I don't know who this girl looks like. She's so stubborn. She's sure of something. Even ten cows can't be pulled back. Alas!" She finally shook her head helplessly.

Luo Fengtang chuckled.

"My daughter really has a personality," he said.

"Are you still proud of this?" she asked, raising her hand and gesturing with one finger: "It's just like this for a little while, and it will be more difficult to discipline when it gets older."

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and held her fingers, wrapping his gentle eyes around her.

"This shows that my daughter has her own ideas and persistence, and is not the type to follow what others say and follow the crowd," he said.

"Besides, she is still young now, just one year old. She won't understand if you discipline her."

"When she gets older, she will naturally become sensible," he said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "The bigger, the worse. This guy is unruly at first sight."

Luo Fengtang laughed again: "With a mother as sharp-tongued as you, I believe that no matter how unruly my daughter is, she is still a kind and good girl..."

"You said it wrong!" She interrupted him suddenly.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her in confusion.

She raised the corners of her lips: "You missed a sentence, the original words should be like this..."

"With a mother like you who is both sharp-tongued and beautiful...do you understand?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang nodded quickly: "I understand, understand!"

He leaned down and kissed the back of her tender hand.

She hadn't shaved in two days, and the stubble rubbed against the back of her hands.

Numbness, like electric current, coursed through her whole body, and her cheeks felt inexplicably hot.

He looked at her with burning eyes: "When it comes to disciplining my daughter, my wife, my husband will take good care of you. Come on!"

She rolled her eyes.

Flatterer!

"It's time to take a shower, you're talking so much nonsense!"

She scolded him and pushed him to the door of the shower room.

As he turned around, his wrist was suddenly caught by him.

He looked at the clothes she was wearing and said, "Daughter-in-law, let's wash them together."

She shook her head: "No!"

His smile suddenly turned a little evil, "You have to... do it!"

"ah!"

She let out a low cry, and the next moment he carried her sideways into the bathroom.

ecstasy,

At this time.

The sachet is secretly dissolved, and the Luo Shang is lightly divided.

His eyes are dark, and his eyes are full of eyes.

With the sound of joy, the feeling of spring is strong.

So many romantic affairs, all turned into a Wushan drunken song.

We enjoy the blooming flowers together, and we mourn the flowers falling together.

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.

…

After a long time, the clouds dissipated and the rain dispersed.

On the spacious and comfortable big bed, Luo Fengtang leaned against the bedside with a satisfied expression.

Strong and powerful arms gently held Yang Ruoqing in her arms.

"Tangyaozi, you go to your uncle's place tonight to talk about the Qingming Festival. How did your uncle arrange it?"

Yang Ruoqing lay down on her cousin's side, wrapping the belt of his clothes between her fingers, playing with it and asking questions.

Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes, looked at her gently, and said: "All other procedures are the same as in previous years, but the uncle said that he had a dream a few days ago."

"I dreamed that my father said that he was cold, that there was water leaking in the house, and that the bed and quilt were all wet."

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised and sat up straight.

"What does this dream mean?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "My uncle said that maybe my father wanted us to help him pick out some soil from the grave and strengthen it."

"My father's grave was picked out during the Qingming Festival the year I joined the army. It's been almost three years now."

"Three years of wind and rain may have loosened the soil on the grave!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Although these things are very mysterious, I would rather believe that they are true or not. Let's go and pick them tomorrow, which can be regarded as doing our best for the ancestors."

Luo Fengtang smiled and nodded: "My Qing'er is so virtuous and a good wife of the old Luo family."

Yang Ruoqing stuck out her tongue.

"Really speaking, you are a descendant of the Qi family of the Daqi royal family, and I am also the royal wife, haha..." She teased with a smile.

Luo Fengtang smiled and shook his head.

"Don't say that my prince's real father is alive and dead, and his whereabouts are unknown."

"Even if he stood in front of me now, I would not recognize him." He said.

"Why?" she asked puzzledly.

The smile on Luo Fengtang's face faded, and his eyes were somewhat dark.

"Secondly, he has never come to see me or my mother for many years. For this reason, he is not a qualified husband or a qualified father!" he said.

"Perhaps your prince's biological father has some difficulties," Yang Ruoqing said.
Chapter completed!