Updated: 2012-09-27

When Luo Yaoniang returned home late at night, she went to the study to ask her father Yang Shiqi. Yang Shiqi asked, "Where have you been in the afternoon?"

He is an old man in his sixties, with high eyebrows and low foreheads and many wrinkles on his forehead. According to facial expressions, Yang Shiqi's early years were not going well, and he lost his father in his early years and was displaced, which was indeed quite consistent with his face. However, he has been an official for many years and has a better life. His chin is in pairs and his belly is straight and very consistent with his waistband.

"I heard that there is a small courtyard for rent in Ganyu Hutong, so I'll go and take a look." Luo Yaoniang said, "Zhang Ping'an moved out of the Hu Mansion, and I don't know where he went. He only had a few coins of silver on his body a month ago, and now he has no place to stand in a penniless place. He helps with it, just like the father taught him to be loyal and wealth. Besides, Lord Lu has been released from prison, and I'm afraid no one will care about Zhang Ping'an anymore. Now we don't have to avoid suspicion."

"It's peace again. For a month, I have heard you mention him every day for my father." Yang Shiqi smiled meaningfully.

Luo Yaoniang grabbed Yang Shiqi's sleeve embarrassedly: "What did you say... Zhang Ning saved his daughter's life on the road, but helping him is just a clear distinction between grudges."

Yang Shiqi brushed his beard and smiled kindly: "What did you say to your father? What do you think is your intention? Well, I'll give you an idea. If you want to find him, I'll ask Cuihua to wait outside the mansion of Shilang Lu in the past two days, and you will definitely see him."

Luo Yaoniang made a thoughtful expression upwards and said suddenly: "Oh, by the way! My father is such a clever idea!"

Yang Shiqi said again: "There is another one. A few days ago, when you mentioned Zhang Ping'an, you are frivolous and superficial. I have praised it these two days. Have you seen him again, and have you changed your impression?"

When Luo Yaoniang heard that she pursed her lips, she was not very happy, and remembered that the guy actually liked to prostitutes! She didn't know if she had hooked up with other women, so she didn't fight each other. During this period, she found various reasons for herself and forced to forgive him, but her father mentioned it again.

Yang Shiqi had an old face, but his eyes were as big as a big one. He observed Luo Yaoniang's expression and said, "I want to find an opportunity to see him and see what this person is like."

Luo Yaoniang said angrily: "There is nothing good for people like this, so my father should not meet you! Whether he has a place to live or not does not matter to us. Today, my daughter is not considerate. He claimed that Mr. Lu is his mentor, so we should avoid suspicion, what do he do?"

Yang Shiqi looked at her calmly. His eyes, which were full of things and warm things, had already understood the little things about his daughter's family, and said, "Well, whenever you want your father to see him, just say something. You are not young anymore. Although you can help me, you cannot miss your lifelong affairs, otherwise I will lose my parents' responsibility."

"My daughter just wants to be with her father." Luo Yaoniang said sadly.

Yang Shiqi shook his head: "First of all, my mother is attracted to this person, and then I will help you see. I am so old that I have seen many people, so I can't let you ask for someone."

He had a clear mind, and had a scale for a long time. Although he didn't care about the poor family (he was not from a high family background), his requirements were actually not low: he wanted to please his daughter because he was very fond of Luo Yaoniang; he had to be a good character, so he was responsible for Luo Yaoniang; the last point was also very important, and he could not be his relatives and friends of his own political enemies, or even potential political enemies, because Luo Yaoniang knew too much, and it would be best that the other party's family and friends were trustworthy allies.

Yang Shiqi's request was not too much. One is that he had a bright future for being the son-in-law of the Yang family, and the other is that his daughter has a figure, a good figure, a good face, and a good character taught by Yang Shiqi. He just didn't tie his feet and loved martial arts. However, many women from wealthy families also liked big feet, which was not a disadvantage. Each family had different concepts. Yang Shiqi also felt that harming his parents' bodies and hair was a bad habit.

Yang Shiqi is more optimistic about the young Jinshi Yu Qian. He has a first-rate evaluation of Qian in all aspects, but Yu Qian has already started a family and cannot be his daughter as a concubine, so Yu Qian ruled it out.

After pondering for a while, he held his sleeve with his left hand and reached out to take the pen on the inkstone: "I have to write a memorial for my father. You go down first, and I will talk about it during dinner."

Luo Yaoniang then left the study room, went to the backyard to practice swords and piss off the innocent flowers, plants and trees for a while, and then had supper. Then she returned to the back garden and asked her close maid Cuihua to take the sword, and then vented her anger at a tree, while whispering: "I will kill you, kill you, Meng Lang's disciple! Stinky skin, I will label you like this, see how you hook up with me!"

It would be fine if you hook up with me, but you were actually hanging out with a dirty prostitute. Why did I get involved with that person in a clean and honest way? Isn't it right? If I hook up with the woman in the boudoir and ruin someone's innocence, I can't marry her back to her family? I only met him later, what else can I do? Could it be that I am a concubine?

Cuihua, who was twelve or thirteen years old, stood far away and didn't dare to say a word. Of course she knew the lady's thoughts, but she couldn't say anything... She has been following the lady since she was a child, and she must be the concubine of the Yang family's son-in-law in the future. At this time, when the lady scolded that person, she couldn't help but feel the same hatred for the enemy. She didn't want to serve such a person! However, when she met that day, she didn't think he was so bad, and she felt very kind-hearted...

"Cuihua, tomorrow you will use the contract to return the house and send the deposit to the landlord! Let him sleep on the street, it is best to put a broken bowl in front of you, and there is a local dog sleeping next to him!" Luo Yaoniang turned around and ordered.

Cuihua agreed obediently, but the lady said that she would do whatever she wanted. Just ask the servant Xu San to do it tomorrow. It would be better to see that the landlord is a man.

Luo Yaoniang did some useless things in the garden, and rubbed it until nightfall before returning to the room to take a bath and rest. Soaked in warm water, her body was soft, Cuihua gently rubbed her shoulders obediently, very comfortable and relaxed. Seeing that she was in a better mood, Cuihua said softly: "Actually, the son-in-law should be an official. There are so many concubines in the house that are nothing. Just be a lady and discipline them well... Our parents' family is not a casual person, who has the ability to bully the lady?"

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are a mute!" Luo Yaoniang said coldly.

Cuihua stuck out her little tongue behind her back and made a secret grimace at her, so she had to close her mouth.

The boudoir was quiet, Luo Yaoniang closed her eyes and watered her body slowly and rubbed her. As the white steam was blowing her fingers across all parts of her body, she couldn't help but think of the chest, abdomen that had been touched by that guy... almost all her body was seen! Even the shameful private parts were broken and her legs were wiped...

In Luo Yaoniang's concept, she had lost a kind of dignity. This feeling was like she was willing to call someone a father and kneeling down for granted. That was a childhood thing; but now she wanted to call her father, it was a great humiliation! Taking off her clothes in front of a man is a shame, but this shame can be accepted once with peace of mind, just like a recognition of a person as a father, or like a loyalty to a monarch; with her Confucian concept of loyalty and filial piety and righteousness, it was like being unable to accept the second humiliation, just like being unable to rebel | the homeland cannot recognize the thief as a father.

The civil minister Fang Xiaoru would rather die in such humiliation. The military general Tiexuan could not accept such humiliation. She could not accept such humiliation and was blown into bones by herself in the oil pan. She could not imagine how she could take off her naked in front of another man and endure the shame of the devastated slave who was full of integrity.

But why is he like this?

Luo Yaoniang's teeth were tightly biting her red lips, her chin trembled, and a large drop of tears dripped from her eyebrows and eyes into the warm bath water, and instantly tears filled her white and flawless skin.

After a long time, her confused gaze gradually regained her spirit. If a person does not have faith in loyalty, she really doesn't know what else to believe in while living, and the value of living will collapse and be lost in an instant.

If the emperor was a foolish monarch, would people surrender to the enemy country Mongolia?

Luo Yaoniang's chest was undulating, and she turned around and looked at Cuihua pitifully and said, "No matter what kind of person he is, I will accept it."

Cuihua looked at her innocently and said vaguely: "Miss, don't have to do this...I think the lady is doing well."

Luo Yaoniang smiled and looked relaxed: "It's great." The wet hair on her head fell off and touched her mouth. A scattered black hair made her look a little sad; the water droplets on her forehead were crystal clear, which complemented her beautiful beauty, and made her look particularly gorgeous. Even Cuihua was stunned. She didn't understand why, but she felt that the lady at this time had a very special smell.

Luo Yaoniang exhaled a long breath of hot air, lowered her body into the bathtub, submerging her entire head into the hot water. The suffocation quickly came, and a string of bubbles emerged from the water. In the hazy, the warm water rippled on her lower abdomen. She seemed to feel a warm palm on her lower abdomen. The warmth slowly spread on her body, like a hand touching her chest. Luo Yaoniang felt embarrassed and embarrassedly that her breasts were faintly swelling.

The disease of Yidao Inn appeared in her mind again. The warm towel was wiped by the secret place. She subconsciously closed her legs tightly and rubbed them against each other. A strange feeling that she had never experienced before hit her, making her brain dizzy, and the unfamiliar experience made people feel a little panicked.

"Wow!" Luo Yaoniang suddenly stretched out her head from the water, gasped for a while, and almost fainted. She was so stupid that she held her breath and looked for the pain.

Cuihua took a white towel and handed it over and asked, "Miss, are you going to retreat to the yard tomorrow?"

"No need." Luo Yaoniang said calmly, "You can go to Juke Restaurant in Qianyu Hutong tomorrow morning to book a table, and then wait near the mansion of Lu Zhen, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. When you see Zhang Ping'an, you will ask him to Juke Restaurant and come back to tell me."

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