Before he finished speaking, he was picked up by him.
"I have to prove it to you, see if I can do it!"
When Luo Fengtang said the last three words, he seemed to be gritting his teeth.
Men, the last thing you want to hear is the word 'no'!
Now that his wife is pregnant, he can't let him prove his skills, so he must find his place in combing his hair.
Yang Ruoqing was carried by Luo Fengtang to the small round stool in front of the dressing table and sat down firmly. She watched Luo Fengtang open her dressing box and look for things inside.
Yang Ruoqing was happy, "What? Are you really coming?"
Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, this is no joke.
"Sit down and let me tie your hair." Luo Fengtang said.
"Okay, just give it a try."
Yang Ruoqing sat upright and looked directly at the bronze mirror in front of her.
Two figures are printed in the bronze mirror, one sitting and one standing.
He held the hair in his left hand and held the comb in his right hand, working it gently on her head...
After a bowl of tea.
He picked a gilt hairpin inlaid with emeralds and gently inserted it into her bun. His eyes were filled with satisfaction, "Here, let's see if it works."
He stood behind her and admired the beauty in the bronze mirror with her.
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently stroked her smooth hair and straight bun, marveling again and again.
"Oh my god, I never thought that the big hand holding the sword could be so powerful when picking up a comb!"
"This bun is even better than the one I combed myself, especially the hairpin. It goes well with my clothes today. I love it!"
Love it? Love it?
Luo Fengtang narrowed his eyes, his eyes and brows filled with joy.
"Oh, I can't pull it anymore. If I pull it any longer, it will come loose. If it gets loose, it will be over!" Yang Ruoqing quickly put down her hand.
Luo Fengtang said: "It's okay, it's loose. I'll comb it for you again."
"Huh?" Yang Ruoqing turned to look at him again.
So confident, it seems that the art of combing hair is not a whim and improvisation today, but a complete mastery of this art?
"Tangyazi, when did you learn to comb your hair? Why have I never heard you mention it?" she asked curiously.
Luo Fengtang just smiled and said nothing.
Yang Ruoqing grabbed his hand and acted coquettishly: "Come on, tell me, our family's treasured husband, tell me, when did you learn how to do it?"
The thing that Luo Fengtang couldn't stand the most was her acting coquettishly, so he said, "I learned this from my daughter and Hong Xiu at the camp in the mountains."
"ah?"
Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide and was even more surprised.
"I asked you to deliver things to them. How come you learned the art of combing your hair? It's just a matter of imagination," she said.
Luo Fengtang smiled and gently held her hand.
"You are getting older and older, and it becomes more and more difficult to comb your hair. If I learn how to do it, I can help you. Otherwise, I can only worry about it."
Yang Ruoqing stopped talking and looked at him steadily.
Then, she hugged his waist tightly and pressed her face against his.
Such a good husband, did she save any planet in her previous life?
The arrival of Yang Huazhong broke the loving atmosphere in the room.
"Father-in-law, drink tea."
In the small hall next door, Luo Fengtang made tea for Yang Huazhong with both hands. On the table, there was actually shredded tobacco for entertaining guests.
Luo Fengtang hesitated and did not ask Yang Huazhong to smoke.
Moreover, the son-in-law even secretly hoped that his father-in-law would stop smoking.
Next door is the bedroom where Qing'er rests. The smell of cigarette smoke is strong, and I'm afraid it won't be good for the children.
But if his father-in-law really wants to smoke, Luo Fengtang can't stop him out of love, but he will open all the doors and windows for ventilation.
Moreover, the tobacco will not be placed here next time. He does not smoke himself, so putting it here as a hospitality item is simply unnecessary and will cause trouble for himself.
"I won't smoke any more. I'll smell it later."
Fortunately, Yang Huazhong, an old father, also had his daughter in mind. He waved his hand and pushed the tobacco aside.
Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he had thought too much. His father-in-law's love for Qing'er was no less than his own love for Qing'er.
Luo Fengtang said hello and put away the tobacco.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing put on a coat, opened the jade curtain and came to the small hall.
"Dad, I just felt a little chilly, so I put on some clothes before I came out."
After Yang Ruoqing came out, she first explained to Yang Huazhong.
It's not that she, a daughter, is putting on airs. When her old father comes, she still hides for a long time without coming out to say hello.
Yang Huazhong looked over with loving eyes and said, "You are in a special situation. When it is cold or hot, you have to add or remove it in time. You can't get sick. If you get sick, it will be troublesome."
When pregnant women take medicine when they are sick, they are different from ordinary people. They have to consider the impact of the medicine on their children.
So Yang Ruoqing nodded obediently, walked to the stool Luo Fengtang pulled out for her, and sat down slowly.
"Tangyaozi, please sit down too."
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the stool next to her and said to Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang nodded and sat down next to her.
Yang Ruoqing then started to ask Yang Huazhong: "Dad, is there anything urgent that you came here for?"
If there is no emergency, Yang Huazhong would not come to the Luo family's backyard under normal circumstances.
Even if it is an urgent matter, it must be something related to the outside world, not something that some parents are short of eating and drinking.
If it is the latter, Yang Huazhong usually asks Sun to come over and say that he will not take action personally.
"Qing'er, Jiang Da came to see me earlier." Yang Huazhong put down the tea bowl in his hand, raised his eyelids and looked at his daughter and son-in-law in front of him.
"Oh? What did Uncle Jiang say?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yang Huazhong then conveyed the wishes of Lao Jiangtou and Jiang Da.
"... From what they said, they don't care about Xianjun's mother's life or death. They want to keep Jiang Xianjun, and are afraid that he will be stupid and help his mother to carry it out, so Jiang Da and I made an appointment to go to the county government office early tomorrow morning, before the trial begins. Talk to Jiang Xianjun for advice."
Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly, "I understand what the Jiang family means. They want to leave the family behind every year, so as to leave someone to continue the family legacy for Uncle Jiang."
"Yes, that's what it means." Yang Huazhong said.
"That kid's ears are too soft. He was so frightened by his master that night that he immediately confessed the matter."
"But after one night, when he saw his mother's pitiful look, he seemed to be shaken again."
"He is young and doesn't know the depth. How can you let you do this again and again? Forcefully resist? What can you do to carry it?"
"Even if the accomplice is not beheaded, he will still have to sit in a cell for several years. Is that a place for people to stay in a prison? They are all extremely vicious people, and they will lose their skin in ten and a half months!"
Speaking of his experiences in prison, Yang Huazhong was filled with emotion.
No way, who let him in back then?
On a very cold day, there were still people locked up in waist-deep water prisons.
The floor of the cell he lived in was wet and rats were running around. He was not afraid of people at all.
