Yang Ruoqing then continued: "The two dragon kings stood on the clouds and looked down, and found that this evil aura came from somewhere in the world. So, the two dragon kings sent their waiters down to earth to find out."

"That's when I learned that there was a plague in the world. Many people had died. Corpses were scattered everywhere. It was too horrible to see."

"These two Dragon Princes are kind-hearted. The one from the East China Sea sent his son, and the one from the South China Sea sent his grandson to go down to earth to save those people."

"After these two dragon sons and grandsons came to earth, they transformed into two doctors. They planted the seeds of the magic medicine they asked for from the God of Medicine in the human world, and then taught the doctors in the world to irrigate and plant the seedlings of the medicine.

, the medicinal seedlings grow more and more lush like reeds."

"They used their roots to brew water and drink it to treat plagues and cure the disease."

"The common people in the world are very grateful to the two of them and regard them as gods."

"The two of them were deeply moved and decided to stay in the world forever and concentrate on treating the plague."

"So, the uncle and nephew came to the medicine garden they planted and transformed into two of the strongest medicine plants."

"Because one of them is the son of the Dragon King, and the other is the grandson of the Dragon King, they are the sons and grandsons of the Dragon. In order to commemorate them, the common people named this medicine 'Dragon Root'. This is the origin of the name."

After Yang Ruoqing finished telling the story, Luo Fengtang was still immersed in the story and thinking about it.

"Okay, the story is over, the temperature of the medicine is just right, drink it quickly!" She said, bringing the medicine bowl to him.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the soup and medicine bowl in front of him, and then at this beautiful and beautiful face.

"I want you to feed me." he said.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, thinking she heard wrongly.

"If you don't feed me, I won't drink." He added.

His eyes were lingering on her face, with a wicked smile in his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help laughing.

I murmured in my heart, no wonder they say that men are sometimes children who never grow up. It is really true.

"Okay, I'll feed you," she said.

Su picked up the spoon, scooped up a tablespoon of the medicine, put it to his lips, blew on it, and then brought it to his mouth.

But he didn't open his mouth.

"What's wrong, kid?" she asked with a smile.

Luo Fengtang said: "What I want is not this kind of feeding."

"What kind of food is that?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

Luo Fengtang didn't say anything. He raised his hand and gently touched her soft lips with his fingertips.

Then, he blinked and said, "Understandable?"

There was a bang in Yang Ruoqing's head, and now she understood everything.

"Really...do I have to be fed like that before I'm willing to drink medicine?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang smiled and said nothing, which was obviously non-committal.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head sideways, took a deep breath, and felt her heart beating uncontrollably.

The next moment, she took a sip of the soup in her mouth, then turned around, gently held his face, and placed her lips on his.

His handsome face was within easy reach, and she saw her own shadow in his deep pupils.

For a moment, I forgot to take the medicine.

His big hands clasped her hair and took the initiative to take it. His lips and tongues entangled gently, and the soup trickled into his throat...

This medicine is really thrilling.

She probably drank half of the large bowl of medicine.

At the end of the feeding, he pushed her directly onto the desk. After an impatient undress and belt removal, he forcefully broke in...

That night, she was like a spring flower, moistened by rain and dew.

When she got up the next day, she looked at herself in the bronze mirror with a pink face, especially the traces of love left by him on her neck. She raised her hands to cover her face. She was too embarrassed to look at herself, let alone go out.

It's late spring and early summer now, unlike winter cotton coats with high collars and fox fur scarves, which can tightly cover things around the neck.

Nowadays, everyone wears less. We add a coat in the morning and evening. We sweat from working in the fields, so we go into battle in single clothes.

The collar is naturally low and cannot be covered at all. How should I fix it?

Just when Yang Ruoqing was in trouble, she suddenly remembered that during the Chinese New Year last year, Mu Zichuan went home to give New Year's gifts.

He prepared gifts suitable for everyone at home, including relatives and friends, adults and children.

What was given to her was a silk scarf.

The silk scarf is of high quality, especially the double-sided Sichuan embroidered cloud pattern on it, which is both elegant and grand without being fancy. It is low-key yet luxurious, and refined yet friendly.

If it were any other time, she would definitely not answer it, but since it was a New Year gift, everyone was reciprocal.

It was unreasonable not to accept it, so she accepted it and gave him a copy of the Four Treasures of the Study.

But this silk scarf has been kept in the cabinet unused. Now, it seems to come in handy.

When she tied the silk scarf around her neck and tied a bow on one side.

Looking at myself in the bronze mirror, I feel very satisfied.

Silk scarves can really enhance your temperament. They are also very comfortable and breathable. Well, when the marks on her neck fade away, she will probably continue to wear them!

Hehe, this is a woman's love for beauty.

When she tidied up and turned around, she saw Luo Fengtang standing a few steps behind her.

He folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the doorframe behind him, his eyes falling on the silk scarf around her neck.

"Ah, when did you come in? You didn't say a word, you scared me." Yang Ruoqing said angrily.

Luo Fengtang put down his arms, walked toward her, held her in his arms and said, "My wife looks really good wearing a silk scarf."

"Really?" She looked up at him and asked sheepishly.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "When have I ever fooled you?"

He raised his hand, gently stroked the scarf, and said, "This scarf is a bit unfamiliar. When did you buy it?"

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips in happiness.

"I won't tell you," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "If I tell you it was given by someone else, will you be jealous?"

"A gift from Mu Zichuan?" he asked.

"Ah, your guess was really accurate. You guessed it right away," she said.

"It was during the Chinese New Year. He gave it as a New Year's gift. I couldn't return it, so I kept it in the cupboard. I just happened to take it out to cover it...your masterpiece..."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Luo Fengtang picked up a corner of the silk scarf, and then raised the corners of his mouth with a look of pride on his face.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and planned to take off the silk scarf around her neck.

"What are you doing taking it off? Aren't you afraid of being seen when you go out like this?" he asked in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing pouted and said: "Of course I'm afraid, but on this hot day, wearing this thing looks good, but it's not comfortable, so I'm too lazy to wear it."
Chapter completed!