Tomorrow morning, Luofengtang will have to leave. It is unknown when they will meet again.

That night, Luofengtang was burning with passion, as if he wanted to set Yang Ruqing ablaze. And Yang Ruqing, unlike her usual shy and reserved self, became somewhat proactive.

After a night of passionate intimacy, Yang Ruqing, despite her aching body, uncharacteristically helped him to the courtyard door the next day.

I entrusted the luggage to Luofeng Tang, and then tightened his cloak on his shoulders, "What needed to be said was said last night. At this moment, I'll only say one thing: fair winds and following seas!"

Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes, gazed at her with fondness for a moment, nodded slightly, then turned and mounted his horse.

He bowed to the blacksmith and Yang Huazhong, saying, “You all go back. I’m leaving!”

“Good, good!” Luo Tiejiang nodded.

Luo Fengtang took another look at Tubo Xian.

Tuoba Xian smiled gently and said, “Don't worry, everything is fine at home. You don't have to worry.”

Luo Fengtang nodded, his legs tightened around the horse's belly. The horse whinnied and shot forward like an arrow...

Until his figure was no longer visible, everyone turned back to the house.

Because the sky wasn't fully bright yet, and since everyone in the big first month of the year didn't have much to do in the morning, people generally woke up late. That's why they all said they would go back and lie down for a while.

But Yang Ruoheng didn't feel sleepy at all when she lay down in bed.

Holding the pillow he had slept on, she inhaled deeply the scent of him that lingered on it. Closing her eyes, she imagined that he hadn't left at all, that he had only gone to practice his swordsmanship or clean the yard.

Later, he'll be back, and just like before, he'll use those familiar arms of his to pull her into his embrace.

All the thoughts and fragility, remain only in this bed. When the east lightens and the sun slowly rises over the mountains, Yang Ruqing crawls out of bed.

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When Wang Cuilian arrived at the kitchen, she immediately saw Yang Ruqing's busy figure.

"Qing'er, why don't you sleep a little longer? I can handle these chores." Wang Cuilian walked over and looked at Yang Ruqing with some concern.

Yang Ruqing gave Wang Cuilian a reassuring smile: "I couldn't sleep tonight, so I came to the backyard to make breakfast."

With Tang YaZi away, as a wife she must be even stronger and braver, shouldering the weight of the whole family. She must rise like a mighty tree, spreading her branches and offering shade to protect her elderly relatives and children. She needs to shelter them from wind and rain.

When breakfast was almost ready, Yang Ruqing handed the kitchen over to Wang Cuilian for a while and went to Luo Bao's room.

This little girl is a bit lazy; in winter, she likes to stay snuggled under the covers. However, she never slacks off on her training, not even for a day.

So in winter, she would get up very early to practice her kung fu every day. After practicing, she would go back to bed for a nap.

Yang Ruqing really couldn't understand her best friend's way of thinking and doing things. If she were in the other person's shoes, she wouldn't be able to sleep even if she sweated all over.

But if the little girl can fall asleep, then let her be. The main purpose of practicing martial arts is to help my daughter become strong and healthy. I never thought she would rely on her fists and feet to make a living.

So it's such a cold day, if the girl wants to stay in bed for a while, just let her.

“Baby, are you awake? Breakfast is ready. Are you going to get up and eat?” Yang Ruohua came to Luo Baobei’s door and gently knocked twice before softly saying,

Soon, the sound of Luo Bao's yawning came from inside the house: "Mother, has my father left?"

"Well, he left before dawn," Yang Ruqing said.

Your father isn't home, and I will give you all the love your father would have given you.

"Mom, what are we having for breakfast?"

Yang Ruqing was quickly organizing her words in her mind. If her daughter missed her father later, like she did when she was little and started to cry, she would immediately use the prepared words to comfort her daughter.

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But unexpectedly, the little girl inside said this.

“Mother, are you still at the door?” Came Luo Baobei’s voice from inside.

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“Where are you? Where are you, Mama? What's wrong?” Yang Ruqing asked anxiously.

"Mother, I just asked you what we had for breakfast today?"

Yang Ruqing asked back, "Then what do you want to eat?"

Luo Baobao said: "Chicken soup stewed with fried rice, and still want to eat salted eggs."

Yang Ruqing smiled, "I knew you'd say that..."

"Mother, what I mean is, I don't feel like eating congee with stir-fried rice and preserved eggs these two days. I want to eat the animal-shaped custard buns brought back from Zuijiazhuang!" The voice of Luo Babbo came again from inside the room.

Yang Ruqing smiled, "I knew you little girl would be hard to please, fortunately I was prepared."

“There’s chicken soup with rice, preserved eggs, and I've steamed several custard buns for you. Hurry up and put on your clothes, brush your teeth and wash your face, I'll come and comb your hair for you later.”

Luo Bao'bao had explained things properly here, so Yang Ruqing returned to the kitchen and placed the breakfast prepared for Tuo Ba Xian in a multi-tiered lunchbox. Then she carried it to Tuo Ba Xian's room.

In the kang house, Tubo Xian was not there.

Yang Ruqing then placed the lunch box on the warm kang to keep it warm, and turned to come to the small Buddhist hall next door.

Tuo Batian really knelt on the cushion, her fingers rhythmically flipping a string of rosary beads. Facing the Buddha statue in front of her, she closed her eyes and mumbled words.

Is grandma reciting sutras for Tang'er, praying for a safe journey?

Since last time Chen'er left, the mother-in-law has also been like this. In early March, she started fasting. First, she fed her traveling grandson in the Buddhist hall to pray for his well-being, and now she is praying for her son.

The mother-in-law was, in her own way, silently caring for her son and grandson. Ever since Chen'er left on the second day of the Lunar New Year, the mother-in-law truly abstained from eating meat and all other non-vegetarian food.

And he also said that it would continue until Chen'er wrote back from the East China Sea.

However, looking at the situation now, I estimate that the day we open for business will have to be delayed again, right? We'll have to wait until Tang Yazi arrives safely in Tianhai County.

Well, it's true that the Empress Dowager was truly an exceptional woman. She single-handedly held up the entire Liao Dynasty back in her day.

This determination to abstain... Yang Ruohua admitted that she found it very difficult to persevere, because she was a meat lover.

Eat well, live well, so that you can live a better life. Have a strong body and a calm mind to protect your family.

So, both myself and my mother-in-law have the same goal, it's just that our ways of protecting are slightly different.

Ahead, the sound of Grandma chanting her sutras had stopped.

Yang Ruqing coughed lightly and quickly said, "Mother, it's time for dinner."

Tuoba Xian glanced at Yang Ruoqing behind her, nodded, "Okay, go ahead first, I'll be there soon."

“Good!” Yang Ruqing replied. As she left, she also raised her hands in a prayer gesture and lightly bowed to the Bodhisattva statue ahead. Then, she turned and went to the adjacent kang house.

The kang house is really warm, especially this kang. It's like a continuously heating object, raising the temperature of the whole room by several degrees.

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