Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then became a little funny.
"Silly Qing'er, why do you ask that?" He said, "The child is pregnant, so it must be the one married by the matchmaker. Isn't this the case for all our bankers?"
Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide and said, "This is indeed the case for bankers, but can your aunt and Zhou Xia act according to common sense?"
"If we don't act as usual, we already have children, and this is a certainty." Luo Fengtang added.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "Don't forget, she is Zhou Xia's maid, serving her."
"She has been living in the aura of Princess Xuewu and can't get out. Do you think she might call a maid to serve her and make her sister-in-law? Is it possible?"
Luo Fengtang was speechless when asked by Yang Ruoqing.
After a moment of silence, he continued: "Then according to what you say, my cousin Zhou Wang might have three wives and four concubines?"
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "What man doesn't want to have three wives and four concubines?"
Luo Fengtang shook his head without hesitation: "I'm not included!"
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, looked at his anxious expression, and couldn't help but laugh.
"What if I allow you to have three wives and four concubines?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang shook his head again and frowned.
"Stop saying such silly things, you know, I don't like that." He said.
"Haha, I'm kidding you, don't frown!" She sat up, stretched out her arms and wrapped them around him, acting coquettishly.
Luo Fengtang still frowned.
"This kind of joke is not funny at all. Don't make it again in the future." He said domineeringly.
Yang Ruoqing nodded quickly, she really liked how domineering he was at this time.
"Oh, don't frown anymore. If you frown too much, you'll get wrinkles easily."
She raised her hand and stroked his brow.
"If you have too many wrinkles, you won't be handsome. Your wife and I are members of the Appearance Association!" she said.
After all her coquettishness and cuteness, plus threats and intimidation, Luo Fengtang succeeded and finally smiled.
"You girl, there's really nothing I can do about you!" He said, raising his hand to rub her hair and hugging her into his arms.
This embrace, the two of them were wearing summer singles, and the close physical contact subconsciously aroused a certain impulse.
"It's such a quiet afternoon, and the baby is not here in the yard. Should we... do something?"
He asked softly against her earlobe.
The breath he exhaled was tainted with fire, brushing against her cheek, and her face turned red instantly.
"It's better not to, the baby will be here soon..." she said sheepishly.
"It shouldn't be that fast, right?" he said.
A big hand rubbed her soft and slender waist, and the hot palm conveyed the restlessness in his heart to her.
"She is taking a nap and will probably wake up soon. I will bring it to you in the middle of the process. What a disappointment!"
She said, unable to help but twist her body slightly, unable to bear his evil hands.
He looked up and glanced out the window.
In the yard, the sun was still scorching like fire, and the cicadas were screaming hoarsely among the branches.
Except for the cry of healing, everything was quiet.
"I really can't live up to such a beautiful afternoon if I don't do something," he said.
When he finished speaking, he had already turned over and threw her onto the bed underneath him.
"Don't……"
As soon as she opened her mouth, her lips were blocked by him.
His hot lips touched hers.
Tongues, intertwined.
A pair of hands couldn't wait to pull her clothes.
At first she was a little concerned, a little reluctant to let go, and a little resistant.
However, she couldn't resist his temptation.
I can't even resist my inner desire.
This trip he went to the south and lasted for more than a month.
The body she began to cater to was more honest than the words she spoke.
The bamboo cooling bed began to shake.
"Crunch..."
"Crunch..."
The constant sound became more and more intense.
"Tangyazi, stop, stop, stop!"
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and pressed it against his bare chest. Her wheat-colored skin and chest muscles were strong and elastic, and she felt comfortable in her hand.
"What's wrong?" He looked down at her and asked breathlessly.
Yang Ruoqing's cheeks were like peach blossoms, and she was so shy that he had the urge to go crazy just looking at her.
"This cool bed is too noisy and I can't stand it," she said.
"Shall we change places? Please."
Hearing her words, he smiled evilly and deliberately raised his waist.
The cool bed really made a cry in response to the situation.
She was even more embarrassed.
"Please, please change the place." She said again.
He nodded, "My husband will definitely satisfy your request."
Then, he jumped off the bed, scooped her into his arms, and walked quickly towards the big bed over there.
Storm, ten thousand words omitted here...
Blacksmith Luo thought about it all night, and early the next morning, he drove the carriage to Zhoujia Village.
When he came back, the man's face looked a little not so good, and he didn't walk like he did the day before.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Who made you angry?"
Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing came to the old Luo family's house to pick up things together, and happened to see Blacksmith Luo sitting at the table in the main room, with his aunt Wang Cuilian standing beside him.
Blacksmith Luo raised his head, glanced at Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing who walked in, and said nothing.
The two of them turned their inquiring eyes to Wang Cuilian.
Wang Cuilian frowned and said, "Zhou Wang wants to take concubines, not wives."
"ah?"
Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing exchanged glances, and they both saw the same thing in each other's eyes.
Sure enough, the guess is true, Zhou Wang wants three wives and four concubines.
Blacksmith Luo finally spoke up at this time.
"I just don't understand what your sister is thinking. In terms of family wealth, it only amounts to thirty or forty acres of land."
"As for the house, it's just a courtyard house."
"Not to mention that your uncle is gone and there is no supporter of the family. Even if your uncle is still here, he still can't afford to have three wives and four concubines!"
"That's what other landlords and rich peasants can do. Why do we, a rich peasant family in the countryside, bother with that?"
"Isn't that a prodigal? Zhou Wang has no skills at all and can't even grow crops well."
"The whole family is just living on those dozens of acres of land, and they are also toying with the things of the young masters, and getting a maid as a concubine. It is really... such a waste, so wasteful, what the heck!"
Blacksmith Luo was scolding angrily.
Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing both listened silently, and they both understood Blacksmith Luo's mood.
The man is a real man. He doesn't like that and is disgusted by it.
When Blacksmith Luo was done venting, Wang Cuilian spoke up.
"I'm telling you, you just eat carrots and don't worry about anything. Your girl doesn't think you're just sitting on your hands and feet." Wang Cuilian said.
"Zhou Xia is the princess of Xuewu, and she has the support of the Prince of Xiangyang. Your girl probably thinks that life will get better and better. It's nothing to marry Zhou Wang as many concubines as she wants."
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