Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4203 I was wrong...

Luo Fengtang didn't speak, but put down his chopsticks, got up and walked towards the door of the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing froze for a moment, looking at his back in panic.

Is he angry?

If he kept mentioning Zhou Xia in front of her, or Luo Bingqing's women who once liked him, she would definitely be angry too.

What's more, she didn't just mention Mu Zichuan, but often went to Lao Mu's house to take care of his daily life.

If he had gone to take care of Zhou Xia and the others every now and then, her lungs would have exploded, right?
It was just a fleeting moment when so many thoughts were running through her mind. In fact, she quickly put down her chopsticks and stood up, ready to catch up to explain and comfort her.

Instead of slamming the door and leaving, he leaned over and looked outside the room, making sure that no one was there, and then closed the door of the kitchen.

When he turned around, he saw her standing a few steps behind him with a dazed expression and a little nervousness.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled, strode up to her and raised his hand to gently stroke the top of her hair.

"Why this expression? It reminds me of my daughter, she always has this expression every time she does something wrong, hahaha..."

Facing his joke, Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh.

"Tang Yazi, I was wrong..." she said softly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She glanced at the closed door and thought to herself that no one would come over at this moment, it was just a good time to admit her mistake and issue a guarantee letter.

So, she raised her head, and said the words that she had organized in her heart with a serious face.

After finishing speaking, she reached out and hugged his arm, "Don't be angry, I promise that I will pay more attention in the future, avoid suspicion if you should avoid it, and resolutely don't let gossip hurt you..."

After patiently listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, the corners of Luo Fengtang's lips twitched.

"I didn't expect me to get up and close the door, but it reminded you so much, why are you so stupid!"

He rubbed her head, his eyes were full of doting.

Yang Ruoqing was startled, and looked at him a little confused.

"What? Aren't you so angry that I always use Mu Zichuan as an example, so you don't even want to eat, so you turn around and leave?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How is it possible? Could it be that I, the man in your eyes, is the kind of narrow-minded person?"

Yang Ruoqing thought about it, that's right, Tang Yazi is open-minded, as long as she doesn't do anything that betrays their relationship and marriage, he is very tolerant to her in other things.

Because keeping his relationship and marriage is his bottom line and what he cares most about.

Of course, it was also what Yang Ruoqing cared about most.

"Qing'er, don't worry, let me show you something." Luo Fengtang said again.

"Yeah." Yang Ruoqing nodded and let go of her hand.

I saw him take out a roll of things from his body like a magic trick and hand it to her.

"This is...?" She was startled, why is this roll of paper so similar to the stack of drawing papers she saw in Mu Zichuan's closet earlier?

"Open it and have a look!" Luo Fengtang said again.

"I don't want to watch it!" Yang Ruoqing said.

She could almost guess that these were the portraits of her drawn by Mu Zichuan.

"Come on, let's take a look together." He said, took the drawing paper from her hand, and pulled her back to sit at the table.

He was sitting, hugged her and let her sit on his lap, the drawing paper was slowly spread out on the table...

His slender fingers turned the drawing paper in front of him one by one.

"I have to say that Zi Chuan's painting skills are really great. Look, this painting of my daughter-in-law is so vivid, as if she is standing in front of a real person."

"However, a painting is always a painting, fixed in one place, far inferior to the agility of a real person."

Luo Fengtang watched and commented.

Yang Ruoqing was even more at a loss.

She remembered that she accidentally saw this drawing paper when she was looking for a change of clothes for Mu Zichuan, and then quickly stuffed it back in place.

Why did it end up in Tang Yazi's hands?
Could it be that he had already seen it when he came behind her?
Thinking of this, she felt guilty again, feeling ashamed of her clever little act.

If I had known it earlier, I might as well have told him openly, such a stuffing and hiding, the original frank and upright, but it made people feel that there is something wrong!

Damn Xipi, I'm such an idiot, I've smeared myself, what should I do now?How to explain?
"Don't watch it, I don't want to watch it!"

She raised her hand suddenly, turned over the thick stack of drawing papers in front of her, and put them upside down on the table.

"Tang Yazi, tell me the truth, have you seen these drawing papers before?" Yang Ruoqing turned her head and asked him.

"Why did you bring the drawing paper back? What are you thinking in your heart? You don't say anything like this, which makes me feel very nervous." She said again.

Luo Fengtang put his arms around her waist and said, "Actually, I saw these drawing papers when you were looking for clothes for Zi Chuan."

really!

Yang Ruoqing's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him nervously.

"Of course I know the situation between you and Zi Chuan. You are my wife, and Zi Chuan's unrequited love for this matter from the very beginning."

"I also believed in you from the beginning to the end, otherwise, I wouldn't let you take care of Zichuan at ease." He said.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes were a little red, "Thank you for your trust, I was thinking too much."

She whispered, "However, although I was painted on these papers, I have never been a model for him..."

"Model?" Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, "What is that?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and found that she popped out another modern word.

So he quickly translated it in the language of this era, and Luo Fengtang understood it instantly.

He laughed and said, "Of course I know that my wife didn't act as a model for Zi Chuan. These portraits were all drawn by Zi Chuan from the memory in his mind, and have nothing to do with you!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly.

"I'm so annoyed, I've been keeping it on and off, trying to persuade him not to live in the past, not to compete with the past," she continued, putting her arms around Luo Fengtang's neck.

"He also expressed his position, saying that he will re-plan the future and live a good life, and he also tried to accept Liu Doukou..."

"Why are there still these paintings here? Didn't he put it down? Why is it like this again? If he is not like this, I would go to take care of him, but the more he is like this, the more I don't want to go, I just want to hide away Follow him!" she said.

However, the two children both like to go to Muzichuan's place, and she, a mother, is really helpless about this!
Hearing her complaints, Luo Fengtang laughed again.

"Zi Chuan should have walked out." He said.

"Really?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang pointed to the drawing paper: "You can see the date of inscription under these portraits."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing turned over the drawing paper again and checked the signatures underneath one by one.

There are poems mentioned by Mu Zichuan, names, and time.

After reading it, her eyes lit up, and she suddenly understood something.

(End of this chapter)