Although there was nothing between her and Mu Zijian, even though Mu Zijian explained that it was a New Year's gift, and although Tang Ya was usually generous and reasonable, she wouldn't say anything even if she knew it was from Mu Zijian.

Because Luo Baobei has several stuffed animals, all gifts from Mu Zichuan.

Luò Fēng Tǎng would never stop these normal social interactions, but

If any young woman other than the two families' mothers gave Luofengtang a garment or a new pair of shoes,

Even if there was no connection between them, as a wife, seeing her own man wearing clothes that belonged to another woman in front of her would definitely not be comfortable.

So, without a word, she took off her scarf.

Luo Fengtang, however, pressed down on her hand.

“Silly Qing'er, you shouldn't wrong yourself for me.” he said.

"Between you and me, there's no need for this. I believe the weight I hold in your heart wouldn't be diminished by a simple scarf."

He said, then took the silk scarf and prepared to tie it on for her again.

Yang Ruoheng shook her head, "Don't want to, just don't want to."

Luo Fengtang said, "If not, then you didn't leave the house all day today?"

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Yang Ruqing said, "Then I won't go out. I'll wait until tomorrow when it's calmer and go out then, hee hee." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated! ?

Luo Fengtang paused for a moment, then took Yang Ruoheng's hand and walked straight to the desk. He pressed her shoulder, guiding her to sit down.

"What's up?" she asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang said: “Just sit still, it’ll be over soon.”

Yang Ruqing obediently sat down as told.

Luo Fengtang said again, "Close your eyes again, and when I tell you to open them, you can open them."

Now, Yang Ruqing was truly curious.

But because of curiosity, I'm even more looking forward to it.

"Hmm!" she nodded, closing her eyes as well.

Just as she closed her eyes, she suddenly opened them again.

"Hmm?" Luo Fengtang raised an eyebrow, his eyes questioning.

Yang Ruqing gave a mischievous smile and said, "I forgot my lines, want to add them in?"

"What line? Speak it!" he said.

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Yang Ruqing raised her hand and patted her plump chest, saying: "General, feel free to come, don't pity me just because I am a delicate flower!"

Luò Fēng Táng was covered in black lines.

Yang Ruoqing then smiled happily, then sat upright and closed her eyes again.

Soon, Luo Fengtang's drawer was pulled open, and Yang Ruqing heard the rustling sound. After a while, she smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

Then, a faint coolness spread down her neck, as if something was gently rubbing against it, giving her a tingling, slightly itchy sensation that made her want to laugh.

Luo Fengtang said, “Hold on a little longer, it’ll be over soon.”

"Slow work produces fine results, I'm not in a hurry." Yang Ruqing said.

After a while, Yang Ruqing heard Luo Fengtang say: “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

Yang Ruqing quickly opened her eyes and instinctively reached out to touch her neck, but she was stopped by Luofengtang.

"Go take a look." he said.

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"Okay!" Yang Ruqing nodded, quickly got up and eagerly went to the bronze mirror. She leaned her head forward and peered at her neck sideways in the reflection.

"Wow!"

Now, she was truly amazed by herself.

"Goodness gracious!" she exclaimed, "Don't tell me you just painted that hibiscus?"

“Hehehe…”

A low chuckle came from behind, that of Luofeng Tang. It was laced with amusement and a quiet acceptance.

He tidied up his desk and came behind her, encircling her waist with both hands, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

Last night, I found a few bottles of flower essence in the drawer. They must be what Qing'er used to make perfume before, just enough for a few strokes," he said.

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“My Qing'er, she is really well-suited to this begonia flower, she looks good, so good!”

He intentionally blurted out a dialect from somewhere else, which amused Yang Ruqing.

She turned around and excitedly said, “You’re so clever! Surrounding this kiss mark with a begonia design is perfect. It covers it completely while also adding embellishment and decoration. Hey hey, I love it so much! Táng Yázi, you’re so talented!”

At this point, she tiptoed up and kissed him hard on the face.

This is his reward.

With the reward over, she turned her head again, admiring the blooming pear blossoms adorning her neck.

This is so well drawn, it's incredibly lifelike! How come I never thought of that?

It seems like my little Tang'er is still the most clever.

Looking at Yang Ruqing's beautiful appearance in the mirror, Luo Fengtang's eyes were filled with satisfaction.

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Silly girl, as long as you like it, I'm happy.

Yang Ruqing went to eat breakfast, and her mother-in-law Tuoba Xian and aunt Wang Cuilian saw the begonia flower on her neck and praised it as beautiful.

But after the praise, Tubo Xian lowered her eyes, a trace of faint recollection and sadness flashing in her eyes.

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They are truly father and son, this happened back then, that person also did it for her.

That year, she was in her prime, young and vibrant. Once, they traveled to the south of the Yangtze River together.

Because he ate a few small chili peppers, a small red rash grew on his forehead.

This was a huge blow to her, who was obsessed with beauty at the time.

No amount of makeup can cover up these little red rashes. What should I do?

It was a stroke of inspiration. He used flower juice to paint a plum blossom on her brow...

Tuo Ba Xian smiled wryly.

For that fleeting moment under the flower blossoms and moonlight, she paid the price of half her life.

For thirty years, there's been no word from him. Forget it, forget it. Let bygones be bygones; the past can just be considered a dream.

Now that the dream is over, she's lucky to still have her son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren...

Yang Ruqing came to her maternal family's house next door, this sea棠 flower on her neck made the little flowers Xiaoduo several envious.

Each one of them clamoring and vying for Yang Ruohua to also paint peonies for them. As long as it's a flower, any other words are fine.

Yang Ruqing said, "This was drawn by your brother-in-law for me. I can't draw yet, but when I get back, I'll learn from my brother-in-law. Once I learn, I'll draw pictures for you."

This finally calmed them down.

Then she went to Uncle Chang Geng's house to reminisce with Xiao Yu, and gave a red envelope to Xiao Yu's newly born son who was just over a month old.

Although we are not in an era of informationization, don't underestimate the flow of information within these ten miles and eight villages.

Li Xiuxin threw herself into the river last evening. After just one night and a little over half a day, this news had spread throughout the villages for miles around.

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Meanwhile, when Yang Ruqing and Xiaoyu were catching up together, a woman from next door to Guihua's house came over for a visit and gossiped about the matter with Guihua's wife.

"Have you heard? Li Xiuxin, who's six months pregnant, threw herself into the river! If she dies, it'll truly be a double tragedy." The woman who came to visit said.

"Gui Hua expressed surprise: "Didn't Li Xiu Xin say she was going to remarry? Did things not work out with that man, so she came back home?"

The visiting woman said again, “You don’t know? She divorced again a year ago and has been living with her parents ever since.”

Genius one second: m.

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