Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 12050

That night, at the Luo family's residence.

Yang Ruoqing returned to her dormitory and cleaned herself up, took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and even washed her hair.

A few days ago, around New Year's Eve, her relatives started coming.

I haven't been able to take a proper long shower for the past few days, and I'm even more afraid to wash my hair. Today I'm finally out of this ordeal.

When she came out of the bathroom, having cleaned herself from head to toe, she glanced at herself in the bronze mirror and found herself radiant.

If there were a scale right now, she would definitely be two or three pounds lighter... Hehe, this feels so good.

She took several clean, absorbent cotton handkerchiefs and sat down at the dressing table to dry her hair.

There are no hair dryers in this world; if you want to dry your hair at night, you'll need to prepare many pure cotton towels.

Sleeping with wet hair will give you a headache.

Looking at her face, half-hidden by her black hair, in the bronze mirror, Yang Ruoqing was still somewhat lost in thought.

To be honest, although she had taken good care of herself before, a woman who is 35 years old (36 in the traditional Chinese age system) will lose collagen in her face over time, no matter how well she takes care of herself, even if she doesn't have wrinkles.

The person is still the same, but they give off a different feeling.

To put it simply, it's due to collagen loss; the shape of my eyes is a bit loose, and the lines of my face, as well as the skin on both sides of my nose, are sagging a bit...

Here, subtle changes come together to give people the feeling of seeing Zhou Xun at 20 and Zhou Xun at 40.

You'd think she's still pretty and young, but she's lost some of her vibrancy, and there's a hint of weariness in her eyes...

That's right, that's how Yang Ruoqing used to feel.

But things are different now. Ever since she took the magical pill that Luo Fengtang brought back, Yang Ruoqing's condition has been changing quietly day by day, and she is almost rejuvenating every day.

Now, looking at herself in the mirror, Yang Ruoqing is most satisfied with the fact that the collagen in her face is gradually returning.

The subtle effect was that her eyes, which had been slightly loose before, became firm and elastic again, and the corners of her mouth and nose became brighter and more expressive.

Even her eyes regained their clear and bright look. No wonder Luo Wuyou now likes to put his arm around her shoulder and act coquettishly, saying, "You don't seem like my mother. You're like my older sister now."

Xiao Hua and Xiao Duo each took Yang Ruoqing's arm, saying, "Sister, you're clearly seven or eight years older than us, but now it looks like we're seven or eight years older than you. You should call us 'sister'."

Jiang Guiling even subtly tried to learn from Yang Ruoqing's experience, asking if there were any good anti-aging products for external application or internal use.

As a result, I asked a completely useless question.

"Qing'er, I'm back." Just as Yang Ruoqing was shamelessly indulging in her youthful appearance, the sound of Luo Fengtang entering the room came from behind her.

Yang Ruoqing snapped out of her daze, turned to look at him, and smiled gently: "I thought you were going to have a long talk with Brother Zuo, I didn't expect you to come back?"

Luo Fengtang was slightly taken aback, then raised his eyebrows and stepped forward to embrace her from behind. He leaned down to inhale her fragrance, his face filled with ecstasy.

"With such a wonderful wife, I'll definitely come back and cuddle her to sleep. How can two grown men chat as comfortably as sleeping with their wives in their arms?"

Yang Ruoqing chuckled and gently pinched his ear.

"Qing'er, let me dry your hair for you, it'll be faster that way." Luo Fengtang said, taking the cotton handkerchief from Yang Ruoqing's hand without further ado and gently wiping her hair.

Yang Ruoqing saw his serious and meticulous appearance in the bronze mirror, which was completely different from the iron-willed general who fought on the battlefield.

It is said that Zhang Fei would even draw his wife's eyebrows. It seems that the unofficial history is not deceiving me. Often, the men who do great things are the most tender-hearted and the most loving towards their wives.

Only incompetent people would shift the blame for their mistakes and failures onto those around them.

"What did you and Brother Zuo talk about?" Yang Ruoqing sat there, comfortably enjoying the handsome Tony hairstylist styling her hair, and casually asked out of curiosity.

Not long after they finished eating, when Yang Yongjin and Xu Yuanming were asking for business advice, the two of them moved to the study in the backyard to chat. They have been talking for almost two hours now.

Yang Ruoqing was a little curious about what they had talked about.

Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "We talked about a little bit of everything, covering a wide range of topics."

"Oh? So you guys are talking about women too?" Yang Ruoqing teased deliberately, her eyes closely observing Luo Fengtang's changing expressions.

His unhurried actions of wiping his hair suddenly stopped, and then his gaze fell on the top of Yang Ruoqing's head. A second later, as if he had thought of something, he looked at the bronze mirror in front of him, and his eyes met Yang Ruoqing's.

Under Yang Ruoqing's seemingly amused gaze, this great general, who would never falter even when facing a massive enemy army alone, was now incredibly flustered.

As a result, his tone of voice became anxious and incoherent.

"That's not how it is, Qing'er. Don't misunderstand. We're talking about all aspects, but that doesn't include women."

"Huh? Two men together, chatting but not about women? What kind of men are they? Are they normal men?" Yang Ruoqing deliberately twisted his explanation and asked again.

Luo Fengtang became even more anxious. He simply put the handkerchief in his hand aside, held her shoulders, and turned her around so that they could truly meet each other's eyes.

"Qing'er, wife, are you teasing me on purpose? Don't scare me!"

"I, I, I swear on my life that no other woman in the world can catch my eye except you."

Seeing that this man was taking it seriously, Yang Ruoqing quickly grabbed his finger and glared at him.

"What are you saying? Of course I believe you. It's just... I'm afraid you'll be led astray by Brother Zuo! Hehe."

Luo Fengtang was still shaken.

"Okay, let's put this topic behind us. I was just teasing you." Yang Ruoqing gently pinched his cheek again.

Sisters, I'm really eating well. Facing this handsome face every day, I can't even start an argument.

"I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep," she said again.

"Okay, let me dry your hair a few more times, then you can go to sleep right away." Luo Fengtang snapped out of his daze, changed to a clean, dry towel, and continued to be Yang Ruoqing's personal hairstylist.

Yang Ruoqing sat in front of the dressing table with her legs crossed, fiddling with the pile of small and exquisite bottles and jars on the table.

Inside are hand cream, lip cream, eye cream, face cream, neck cream, body lotion...

A faint fragrance lingered in her nostrils as she cared for her face and neck, humming a song softly.

Luo Fengtang secretly observed her in the mirror. In fact, when he was anxious to prove his innocence earlier, there was something he almost blurted out.

Fortunately, he didn't completely lose control and managed to hold back his words: Zuo Junmo would never lead him astray or deliberately guide him to talk about other women.

Because, in Zuo Junmo's heart, there is always a place for Qing'er that no one can replace.

The fact that Zuo Junmo has remained unmarried all these years is the best proof of this.

However, Luo Fengtang would never tell Yang Ruoqing this, even if he knew in his heart that Yang Ruoqing was loyal to him. But everyone has selfish desires. Luo Fengtang admitted that he was not a saint. He would never tell his wife that there was another man in the world who was silently protecting her just as much as he loved her.

I won't say a word, not even if you kill me! I absolutely cannot do anything that might affect my wife's Daoist heart.

My wife is my wife alone, in this life and in the next!
"Oh, right, Qing'er, Brother Zuo and I were talking about the two children earlier," Luo Fengtang suddenly remembered and added.

"Oh? What do you mean?" Yang Ruoqing asked, her expression turning serious and meticulous.

Luo Fengtang said, "Brother Zuo said that after the New Year, Wuyou will be 19 and Jinling will be 15. The two children are still young, so there is no rush to get married."

"After the New Year, Jinling will go to the capital to make a name for himself. When he turns 17, he will come back to marry our daughter."

After Luo Fengtang finished speaking, he quietly observed Yang Ruoqing's reaction.

Yang Ruoqing did not rush to express her opinion, but after thinking about it carefully, she nodded gently.

“I think Brother Zuo’s suggestion is feasible,” she said.

“Jinling is indeed still young. It’s perfectly fine for her to get married in a couple of years. Our daughter is 21, which isn’t that old either.”

In later generations, this would be before even graduating from university.

“A real man should establish his career before starting a family, especially in Jinling. After ten years of hard study, he finally achieved the third-highest rank in the imperial examination. He really needs to make achievements first before he can have the ability to support his wife and children,” Yang Ruoqing continued.

Luo Fengtang nodded in agreement: "We're on the same page."

"Although the Zuo family is extremely wealthy, even if Jinling does nothing, he can live off this wealth for generations without worrying about food and drink."

“But I believe that’s not the life he wants, nor is it the kind of man our daughter admires.”

Yang Ruoqing blinked. "Our family's wealth is enough for our daughter to live comfortably for several generations, but both children are ambitious and definitely want to make their own way in the world."

“Yes,” a hint of pride flashed across Luo Fengtang’s face, “I know my daughter well. She has her own ideas and is definitely not the kind of mediocre woman who is confined to the inner quarters.”

"However, a problem has arisen now."

"What's the problem?"

"Jinling is going to the capital. Will our daughter go with him?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "It shouldn't be. Our daughter's base is in the camp at Mianniu Mountain. The female soldiers she trains are responsible for maintaining order in the mountains. In the past few years, they have repelled more than ten attacks by mountain bandits and protected the mountain villages in that area."

“During the Lunar New Year, the village heads of several villages went to the camp together to deliver mountain products to them to express their gratitude. Some enlightened villagers even brought their own daughters over, hoping to find a way out for their daughters.”

Luo Fengtang was already well aware of what Yang Ruoqing was talking about.

But he just liked hearing Yang Ruoqing repeat it again.

Hearing this, he straightened his back even more, and the pride on his face intensified!
This is Luo Fengtang's daughter!

This is Luo Fengtang's daughter!

“Even if our daughter goes to the capital, it won’t be convenient. After all, the female soldiers she trains are protecting the people here in Mianniu Mountain. If she takes them out of Changhuai Prefecture and to the capital, it won’t be good.”

If someone with ulterior motives uses this to their advantage, it could easily be interpreted as them keeping a private army with malicious intent...

Therefore, the size of Luo Wuyou's camp and the number of female soldiers have been kept within a certain range over the years, which is a safety bottom line.

The title bestowed upon her was... the head nurse of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion.

"Have there been any news from Changhuaizhou these past few days?" As she lay down on her pillow, Yang Ruoqing stretched and asked the usual question.

Luo Fengtang, tucking the blanket in, shook his head upon hearing this: "The news that comes back every day is the same old thing, there are no new discoveries."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "What about Shu?"

"There has been no news coming back from Sichuan yet."

"Hmm, it seems my good little brother is using his clever brain to outwit us this time!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang lay down beside her: "As long as we get back definite news from Sichuan that Ruan Xiaowei isn't on the ship, then we can use the process of elimination to confirm that Da'an is lying and that he has other plans for Ruan Xiaowei."

“That’s what I think too,” Yang Ruoqing said. “If that’s the case, I won’t bother arguing with him. I’ll just slap him across the face until he confesses!”

"However, I'll have to keep this from Xiaohua. Don't blame me for resorting to bloody methods when it really matters!"

In order to protect the peace and tranquility of the three households, those who need to be eliminated must be eliminated!
The next day, after breakfast, Yang Yongjin and Cao Bamei came to the Luo family to pick up Yang Huamei, Xu Yuanming, and their children to visit them in the second room.

At the same time, they extended their invitation to the Luo family with utmost sincerity.

Unfortunately, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang had already discussed it while sleeping last night, and neither of them had any interest in getting involved in this mess.

When the time comes, after eating and drinking at Xiao Erfang's place, they'll inevitably have to "stand guard" for Xiuhong and Sixi's small business. They'll be too full to do anything else.

Neither Luo the blacksmith nor Wang Cuilian had any interest in going there.

It just so happened that Zuo Junmo and Zuo Jinling were at the Luo family's house, so the Luo family used this as an excuse to stay at home to entertain their prospective in-laws, and therefore none of the family went to the second room for dinner.

Yang Ruoqing and her husband, along with their children, accompanied Zuo Junmo and his son to a Taoist temple to burn incense. The family stayed at the temple for a meal and received a script from Xiao Erfang. The children had a great time playing with it.

During this time, Luo Wuyou and Zuo Jinling quietly left within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Later, Tuantuan secretly told Yang Ruoqing, "Mom, I know what my sister and brother-in-law are doing in secret."

What are you doing?

"They went to hang a red sign on the wishing tree in the front yard."

Red sign?
Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly.

"Mom, what's the red sign? Why do they hold hands when they hang it up?" Tuantuan asked again.

Yang Ruoqing pinched his chubby earlobe and instructed him, "You'll understand when you grow up. Also, you're not allowed to secretly follow them anymore. This time, I won't criticize you!"

If this happens again, I'll have to criticize them!