Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed and she glanced at the oranges in her hand, "You don't want to eat oranges, do you? Well, it's not that I'm stingy and I won't let you eat them, it's the doctor who told me that you shouldn't eat them at night due to your current physical condition.

It’s something cold, you can eat it when the sun comes out tomorrow!”

Putting down these words, her eyes returned to the pages in front of her.

Such a night, such a carriage.

Such lighting, such a handsome and sexy man.

Or my husband.

It's just that you can look at it, but you can't eat it.

Oh, the pain, the suffering!

Read a book quickly, read a book, and stay away from evil thoughts...

While Yang Ruoqing was pretending to read a book, Luo Fengtang was dumbfounded by what she just said.

Could it be that, as a grown-up person like me, if I look at her more than once, I just miss the oranges in her hand?

This girl is really cute.

"Qing'er..." He suddenly called her.

"Huh? What's the matter?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "Stop looking and tell me about our past!"

"Ah?" She moved her gaze from the page back to his face again.

She said, talk more, deepen the impression, and be sure to help him wake up his memory as soon as possible.

"Okay, I'll tell you what you want to hear."

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and said, "Didn't you say that we are a couple?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said seriously: "Well, we have paid homage to both heaven and earth, and we have also declared to the gods. In a certain sense, we are indeed a husband and wife relationship protected by the law and recognized by the public."

A glimmer of light flashed across Luo Fengtang's eyes, and he asked again: "Then can you tell me how we two got together in the first place?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned. Is this kid still interested in asking about this?

She then sat up straight and raised her hand to brush her hair.

"Before talking about this, please answer me a question first." She said.

"What's the problem?" he asked.

She moved closer so that he could see her face more clearly.

"What do you think I look like?" she asked.

"Ah?" He was stunned for a moment.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "Tell the truth."

He hesitated a little: "To be honest... I'm afraid you'll be angry."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes. These words were more lethal than telling the truth directly!

"Okay, I understand." Yang Ruoqing said.

"How did we get together in the first place? I'm sorry I can't tell you yet," she said.

"Why?" He was puzzled.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Some things are secrets between the two of us, and they are also things we have experienced together."

"That experience was very beautiful. For us in the past, it was something that was treasured in each other's hearts. I am very sure."

She said, her eyes falling on him again.

"To be honest, Tang Yazi, when I'm facing you now, or even when I say these words to you, I feel a little strange."

"The strange feeling is mutual."

"So, I can tell you everything else, but I don't want to talk about the things you and I have experienced together."

"I hope... you can understand my mood at this moment."

A kind of faint, indescribable loss.

The person I miss so much is right in front of me, but there are thousands of words stuck in my throat and nothing can come out.

Luo Fengtang listened silently and said nothing.

The two of them stopped communicating and each read a book.

Until later, the book in her hand slipped and her head tilted to one side.

Seeing her sleeping with her head tilted, Luo Fengtang found it very interesting.

This is completely different from the sharp-tongued she was just now.

An urge to protect her rose up in his chest.

He put down the book in his hand, leaned over, picked up the book she dropped and put it aside.

Then, he laid her down and covered her with the quilt.

He did not retreat immediately, but carefully looked at the sleeping face in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to touch her face.

Just then, she suddenly moved.

He quickly retracted his hand and sat in his seat without moving.

She turned over, facing him sideways, and breathed out evenly and long.

He just breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on his bed. Listening to her breathing, he gradually fell asleep.

…

"Mom, Yaxue and I stopped to stay in this town for an hour. We all have a long lunch and feed the horses. Then I want Yaxue to go to the town to buy two things together."

"After lunch, we will set off. We can reach Changping Village early tomorrow morning."

"There is a shop in this town that sells chrysanthemum cake molds that are famous far and wide. I want to buy some and take them back."

When they were at the entrance of the town ahead, Yang Ruoqing was discussing with Tuoba Xian.

Tuoba Xian smiled gently: "Okay."

On the side, Luo Fengtang said: "Let Yaxue accompany mother so that we can take care of the baby together. I will go shopping with you."

Yang Ruoqing thought about it, so she arranged it like this.

After entering the town, they split up and went to find a shop to order food and supplies.

Yang Ruoqing followed Luo Fengtang on foot to a shop on the street.

The Double Ninth Festival is approaching, and making chrysanthemum cakes is popular in this area. The chrysanthemum cakes can look real, but it is too difficult to carve them by hand.

Put it in the mold, just like making mooncakes, it's much simpler, and it also looks good.

The two of them went into a shop that specialized in selling this kind of thing and bought this mold.

Yang Ruoqing bought a dozen of them in one go, as if they were wholesale.

After returning home, I gave one to my mother, my eldest aunt, my fifth aunt, my aunt Guihua, and they all had it.

Then when he came out, he passed a steamed bun shop and Luo Fengtang suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? Why don't you leave?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing, then at the bun shop, "Qing'er, wait for me."

Then, he quickly ran towards the bun shop over there.

Yang Ruoqing stood here, watching him buy buns there.

Aren’t we all going to have lunch? Why are we still going to buy steamed buns?

Just as he was surprised, he had already bought it and ran back.

"Qing'er, I'll give it to you," he said.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned when she saw a meat bun stretched out in front of her.

Meat buns?

Meat buns again?

She blinked. Was it a coincidence? Or had he regained his memory?

"What's wrong? Don't you like meat buns?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses and reached out to take the meat buns, "I love eating them. Meat buns are my favorite."

I opened my mouth and took a big bite. This bun was obviously a meat bun with thin skin and lots of fillings, but when I bit it into my mouth, how did it feel like eating brown sugar and sesame fillings?

"Hey, you can eat as long as you like. I bought a lot and will give you some to eat on the way."

"ah?"
Chapter completed!