Splendid peasant girl busy farming

6808 - The contents of the Da'an drawer
"Hua'er, there is something wrong with you tonight, tell my sister honestly, Da'an is in the capital...is there any close relative of the opposite sex?"

Xiaohua seemed to be awakened by a start, and suddenly raised her head.

"Sister, I, I don't know whether I should say it or not. I'm afraid that if they're okay, I'm overthinking it. Brother Da'an will get tired of me if he finds out. He thinks I'm just a person who likes to be suspicious. But, but..."

Yang Ruoqing walked over and grabbed Xiaohua's cold hand.

"I'm Da'an's older sister, but I'm also your older sister. You tell me, I don't say a word to others, I'll help you analyze it carefully, and I can secretly investigate the situation!"

"Sister, when I was in the capital, there was a banquet hosted by Mrs. Wan Qingchun, Mrs. Wan Guogong. I went there and met a young lady. After chatting a few times, I realized that her ancestral home is also from Changhuaizhou."

"That young lady's father is like an official in the same dynasty as Da'an. Because they are from the same town, the two have more contacts than others. The young lady herself is beautiful, and she is proficient in everything. I don't think there is any politeness in the compliments in the words, they are all the kind of heartfelt admiration!"

"After I came back, I mentioned this to Brother Da'an, and he didn't respond. But once I tidied up his desk, I found a letter. I couldn't recognize all the poems written on the letter, but I could only recognize a few words, for example: wind Ah Yue or something, but I recognized the name of the inscription on the letter, it is the name of the young lady from that family."

"Sister, tell me, did I overthink it?"

Xiaohua's discovery can be said to have thrown a torpedo into Yang Ruoqing's mind.

This time it exploded, my mind went blank, and my ears were even louder.

It doesn't matter whether the wind and moon in the poem are wind, flowers, snow and moon, or the breeze and bright moon. In short, in this era, for a young lady who has not yet left the cabinet to write a letter to a young man, this is a matter in itself...

Even if Daqi's folk customs are open, there are things that can be done or not.

Girls and men can greet each other politely in public, but they exchange letters in private and leave things like calligraphy or sachet sweat towels, which is intriguing.

Da'an, Da'an, don't you really not break away from men's vulgar tastes, are you a boring coquettish?
Yang Ruoqing's heart turned a thousand times, her jaw almost fell to the ground in shock, but her face remained calm and composed.

He even took out a reassurance pill for Xiaohua to take.

"Isn't it just a letter? In the eyes of a bystander like me, it's actually nothing."

"After all, Da'an is a genius, and the lady admires him, so it is possible to write a poem and ask him to give advice."

"Sister, you are very open-minded. Has your brother-in-law ever had something similar?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Tang Yazi?
Oh, don't mention it, in the eyes of other women, maybe he is very attractive at first sight, women want to lean on him.

But if you really come here to wink and wink, you will find that this man is the most incomprehensible and unsympathetic one in the world!
If Yang Huazhong and Xiao An are straight men of steel, then Luo Fengtang is a straight man of titanium alloy.

The terminator of women, no matter what leering eyes are sent to you, they will all return your eyes.

"Your brother-in-law is a big bastard, he has nothing to do with writing and writing." Yang Ruoqing laughed, and shifted the topic away from Luo Fengtang.

Then he tried every means to enlighten Xiaohua a few words, all in all, it was to infinitely downplay that letter and that poem.

It wasn't until she walked out of the room that Yang Ruoqing let out a long breath, only then did she realize that her palms were covered with sweat.

Just now, whenever she showed a little restlessness in front of Xiao Hua, it would deepen Xiao Hua's anxiety and confirm her guess.

Fortunately, she was witty and stabilized the situation.

So next, what should her worrying sister do?
Of course I want to find that scumbag... ask Daan to ask for clarification!

My siblings, what can't I ask directly?
Yang Ruoqing tiptoed outside Feng'er's house like a thief, squinted her eyes and peeked inside through the crack of the door.

In front of the desk lit by bright candles, Feng'er sat upright, lightly pressing the paper in front of him with one hand, and holding a pen with the other hand, writing something carefully stroke by stroke.

Da'an put his hands behind his back, leaned forward slightly, and followed Feng'er's hands with his eyes.

From time to time, he raises his hand and points lightly on the paper in front of Feng'er, or straightens his shoulders for Feng'er.

The room is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the rustling of the pen tip on the rice paper.

The bright candlelight casts the figures of father and son on the wall, one big and one small, so warm and harmonious.

Yang Ruoqing's anger suddenly seemed to be suppressed by something, she hesitated, turned around and left quietly.

Back in the front yard, Yang Huazhong had coaxed Mrs. Sun a long time ago. One of them was sitting in the warm barrel doing needlework, the other was sitting on a stool next to him, with his feet also in the warm barrel, smoking dry tobacco. Talking one after another.

As soon as Yang Ruoqing arrived, she heard a few words, they were discussing about buying new year's goods for the new year.

"Father, mother, you are chatting, I will go first."

Yang Ruoqing greeted casually and walked forward with her head buried.

Mrs. Sun put down her needlework and was about to get out of the warm bucket, still shouting, "I'll see you off."

Yang Huazhong pushed her back: "Don't come down, I'll see you off."

Yang Ruoqing has been thinking about Da'an's affairs in her heart, and she has no intention of being polite to her parents.

According to countless previous experiences, even if she is carrying a machete in her hand, her parents are not at ease.

Everyone felt that she was a weak little white flower that had to be protected, so... Yang Huazhong quickly caught up.

He sent Yang Ruoqing to the gate of the Luo family's courtyard, and watched her go in before turning around and going home.

Yang Ruoqing lay on the bed thinking about this, so she gave a signal, and soon there was a dark shadow outside the curtain.

"Help me find someone."

……

Yang Ruoqing did not dare to neglect the marriage happiness and family harmony of her younger siblings.

That night, she tossed and turned in bed, thinking for a long time, and finally decided that she must find a suitable opportunity to have a good talk with Da An in these two days.

Tonight... Fortunately, I didn't have a hot head to bring him out to ask.

inappropriate.

The movement will make a big difference.

It will scare the flowers and worry the parents.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I just want to take Daan to the Taoist temple to fulfill his vows, so we can have a good talk on the way.

This night, Yang Ruoqing was not the only one suffering from insomnia.

In the old Wang's house, Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi were also lying side by side on the bed with their eyes open and insomnia.

"Shuanzi, are you sure you really want to bring her back to the village to raise? That's a big living person. It's not like a pig can be locked in a pigsty. Once she comes, you can't hide it. Our village has the most Those idlers who gossip!"

(End of this chapter)