"Baby, who are you doing this for?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask.
Luo Baobao pointed at Luo Fengtang: "Dad!"
Yang Ruoqing smiled.
"Your dad has a big mouth, can your little toothbrush work?" she asked.
Luo Baobao tilted his head and looked at it, as if thinking about Yang Ruoqing's words, and then hurried to find Luo Fengtang's toothbrush.
He was picked up by Luo Fengtang, "Okay, dear daughter, I have just brushed your toothbrush. You can brush your little toothbrush yourself."
Under Luo Fengtang's guidance, Luo Baobao carefully brushed his teeth.
After coaxing the two little ones to sleep, they finally had some space as a couple.
"How long can you stay at home after this trip?"
After taking a bath, she came to the bed, leaned in his arms, and asked.
Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and said, "I will leave in the seventh or eighth day."
"Then when we come back again, will it be during the Chinese New Year?" she asked again.
Luo Fengtang said: "It should be so."
Yang Ruoqing didn't gnaw, thinking in her mind that it was mid-August now, and when he came back to celebrate the New Year, it would be mid-twelfth lunar month anyway.
Four full months, one hundred and twenty days, more than one hundred and twenty days and nights.
Thinking about the rain and snow closing the door in the second half of the year, there is not much farm work in the fields, and the transportation team and herb collection team are also free.
He was not around when he was hiding in the warm bucket in the house and making various snacks.
This person was still beside her, and she felt inexplicably empty.
Realizing that she was silent, Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes and glanced at her in his arms.
He didn't feel well either.
He reached out and hugged her tighter, kissing her hair gently.
"I spent a lot of time going home in the past two years because the Black Lotus Sect and the Nanmanzi in the south were severely damaged after several consecutive battles, so they felt more at ease."
He stroked her hair gently, and his deep voice reached her ears.
"And this year, since the assassination of His Majesty Emperor Qi by King Su at the Xishan hunting ground during spring hunting, the Southern Black Lotus Sect and the Southern Barbarians have been ready to take action again."
Hearing Luo Fengtang's words, Yang Ruoqing was a little confused.
"Didn't King Su die during the spring hunt?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Luo Fengtang said: "The one who died was King Su's substitute. The real King Su is still alive in the world."
"ah?"
Yang Ruoqing was surprised for a moment and then said, a boss as big as King Su shouldn't be destroyed so quickly?
"Then you mean, Prince Su, is colluding with the Black Lotus Sect and the Nanmanzi?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang said: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. They all have a common purpose now, which is to pull Emperor Qi off his horse. Because of this common purpose, they will unite together."
Yang Ruoqing completely understood.
She couldn't help but raise her head and stretched out her hands to touch his face.
"The enemy is very cunning and powerful. You have to be careful." She warned.
Luo Fengtang smiled, raised his hand and held her hand.
"I'll be fine, don't worry." He said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "The skills of the men in black under King Su are so mysterious that they are not like the orthodox martial arts of our Daqi people. They may be heresy from foreign lands. You should be more careful to avoid getting hit." Someone else’s dirty trick.”
Luo Fengtang nodded seriously, "Don't worry, I won't take it lightly."
After a pause, he continued: "Besides, the only martial arts in the world is fast. Under the pressure of absolute combat power, as long as I don't let myself fall into an absolute predicament, I will not suffer any loss."
"You stay at home well and don't worry about me. I told you that when all your teeth fall out, I will still help you peel melon seeds!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled.
"Not only do you peel melon seeds, but you also help me keep my bed warm for a lifetime," she said.
Luo Fengtang nodded: "I can't ask for it."
"Qing'er, let me warm your bed now..."
His voice suddenly became a little lower, and his eyes became hot.
His hands slid to her waist, turned over and hugged her into the bed, and his tall body pressed down on her.
The atmosphere in the bed suddenly became ambiguous.
Yang Ruoqing blushed, twisted her body slightly, and said, "Why don't you just lie down in your own place and sleep, and press on me? Isn't this also a warm bed?"
Luo Fengtang chuckled, "Isn't this... just because I'm angry? I won't be able to sleep well unless I calm down the anger."
Hearing his words, Yang Ruoqing became nervous subconsciously.
"Where are you getting angry again? Do you have a toothache or something? Let me take a look."
She said, thinking of the two meals she cooked today, they were all spicy.
It's normal for him to get angry.
"Don't look at it, feel it yourself."
Luo Fengtang said, holding her hand and exploring his body...
"hiss……"
Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath and tried to retract her fingers as if she was electrocuted, but he held her down and prevented her from retreating.
"How are you? Are you angry?" He buried his head in her neck, kissing her cheeks, earlobes, and shoulders with thin and dense kisses.
The breath he exhaled was rapid and hot, as if it was on fire.
Yang Ruoqing giggled and held his little hand...
She breathed out softly against his ear: "Well, it's not just that I'm angry? It's also severely swollen!"
"Qing'er, can you help me reduce the swelling?"
When he asked this question, something in her palm swelled again.
Her whole body was as soft as a pool of spring water.
He felt the change in her, and the blood in his body suddenly surged.
I don’t need to say anything more, a moment of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold, just hold it and do it!
…
The day of reunion is beautiful, but it goes so fast!
In the blink of an eye, Luo Fengtang was about to leave for the southern military camp.
Early in the morning, on the road at the entrance of the village, the horse king lowered his head and gnawed on the withering grass on the roadside.
Yang Ruoqing handed the bulging bundle in front of Luo Fengtang.
"Inside, there are two sets of autumn clothes, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pairs of autumn shoes, two pairs of cotton-padded shoes, and a deerskin bag to warm your feet," she said.
"It's getting colder day by day. You must remember to put on more clothes. Before going to bed at night, no matter what, you must soak your feet in hot water."
"Cold air enters from the soles of the feet first. When the feet are warm, the body will not be invaded by evil spirits."
"In addition, you must eat well. Only when you are full can you have strength. And..."
"Qing'er."
Luo Fengtang raised his hand and held her hand.
He looked at her with gentle and affectionate eyes, "Don't worry, I am the father of the child and will take care of myself."
"On the other hand, don't be too tired when you are at home. Get more rest. In the restaurant, let others do the things that can be left to others to take care of."
"I'm not at home, and everything in this family depends on you. All the burdens fall on your shoulders."
"If you are tired, sick, or collapsed, the elderly and children in this family..."
"I won't collapse!"
Yang Ruoqing interrupted Luo Fengtang.
:. :chapter;
