Old Yang's family.

At night, Yang Yongjin took a shower early and lay down on the bed.

Looking at Cao Bamei who was doing needlework under the lamp, Yang Yongjin's eyes were full of joy.

"Eighth sister, what are you doing?" Yang Yongjin asked.

Cao Bamei said: "It's a piece of the fourth brother's clothes, and the seams are opened, so I'll sew it up." ”

Yang Yongjin nodded.

"You also helped the fourth brother mend his clothes, you are really a good sister-in-law." He said.

Cao Bamei raised her eyes and glanced at him and smiled.

"Here's what I'm supposed to do." She said.

The woman's gentle smile, like the paw of a kitten, scratched Yang Yongjin's heart.

A hairy young man who has just gotten married, he is full of fire.

After tasting that taste in the cave room night, I have been thinking about it for the past two days.

It's a pity to visit relatives and friends, and there are constantly people at home, so I haven't had time to talk to her.

"It's late at night, go to bed."

He made a veiled invitation to her.

Cao Bamei's fingers pinching the embroidery needle paused slightly.

The words that Xiaoyu asked during the day rang in her ears again, her face was a little hot, and her breathing was a little short.

"I—I'll wait a minute, you—you go to sleep first."

Cao Bamei lowered her eyebrows, not daring to look at the fiery gaze on the bed.

Yang Yongjin had already gotten out of bed and came to her.

The men of the Zhuang family sleep, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, they only wear a pair of nasal calf pants.

At this time, Yang Yongjin was also shirtless, and came to Cao Bamei in the shape of only a pair of nasal calf pants.

"We'll sew it tomorrow, let's sleep first!"

He reached out a large hand and pressed it lightly on her shoulder.

From her point of view, she just saw what was propped up inside the calf pants.

She tensed, shy, sweet, and nervous.

"I, I ......"

"What's wrong?"

He leaned down and asked.

Seeing her tense appearance, he was a little puzzled.

"Nothing." She whispered, her voice as thin as a mosquito's groan.

Yang Yongjin liked her appearance, took the embroidery work in her hand and put it in the needlework dustpan on the side.

Then, he pulled her up and went straight to bed.

She had just come to the bedside when he pushed her down.

He pressed it down, grabbed her chin, and slid his tongue in.

Her clothes, one by one, were thrown out of the fallen tent.

Inside the room, the wheezing grew louder and louder.

The bed began to shake again......

In another room separated by a wall.

Yang Huaan stepped on the table as usual, his eyes against the hole and staring at the next room.

"Hey, that's a obstacle!"

He watched and complained to himself.

Behind him, Jin looked at Yang Huaan with a sad and angry face, but he didn't dare to drag it.

At the end, the woman sat down and wiped away her tears.

Yang Hua'an ignored the Jin family, he saw it, and while watching, he crooked the scenery in the tent.

For the first time in his life, he found that some things were just like that.

To peep at what others do, the taste is completely different.

It's wonderful!

Well, it seems that the son marrying a daughter-in-law is not entirely a bad thing.

I have to make a hole in the wall of the house of Yongxian when I turn around.

As a father, he has to check the whole process of his sons' grandchildren's grandchildren!

……

The next day, Yang Ruoqing released the carrier pigeon early in the morning.

The letter, when she got back to the house last night, she wrote it.

Never been so positive.

I fed the pigeon early in the morning and sent it off to the south.

According to the time, if this carrier pigeon is not beaten down halfway to make a roast pigeon, the letter should be able to reach Tang Lingzi in two days.

Hey......

This is a marriage urge.

Thinking of Luo Fengtang's reaction when she received this letter, she couldn't help but get excited.

As soon as he turned around, Sun was coming from the backyard with a new bed of cotton wool.

"Mother, where are you going?" Yang Ruoqing hurriedly walked over and asked.

Sun smiled and said, "Mother will go to the new house and pick up the clothes for you!" ”

Yang Ruoqing blushed a little, and reached out to take the brand-new cotton wool: "I'll accompany my mother to go over." ”

The mother and daughter came to the new house.

The new house is not far from Yang Ruoqing's current home.

However, it is much more magnificent.

The drawings of this new house were planned and designed by Yang Ruoqing with reference to the Humble Administrator's Garden.

Then it borrowed some characteristics of Zou County Ling and Nanwangfu, and then integrated with the local topography, folk customs, and all aspects to create a pastoral style courtyard.

The courtyard was huge, the size of seven or eight of the houses she lived in now.

Inside, rockeries were made, bamboo forests were planted, and artificial lakes were dug up.

There are paths on the rockery, pavilions in the depths of the bamboo forest, and trestle bridges on the surface of the small lake.

The mother and daughter traveled all the way, and everywhere they went, it was like a garden.

Sun couldn't help but sigh: "This house is just like the inside of a painting, and every time you and your five aunts come back, we have to talk about it." ”

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and touched it with my own hands, I would have thought it was a dream."

Hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

This house is indeed enough to shock the villagers in Shili Eight Villages.

But when it comes to the real high society, the princess's family, they all live in such a house!

Hey, there is no harm if there is no comparison, this person is destined to fall from birth.

Mother and daughter walked through the verandah, skirting the pavilion, and at the end of a path planted with oleanders, an arched door with hanging flowers appeared.

"This is it."

Yang Ruoqing said.

In such a big house, she and Tang Lingzi slept in the small courtyard, read books, practiced swords, and ate, and chose here.

It's a nice and secluded place.

The living room, the study, the small stove room, and the room where he put his weapons are all available.

"Mother, let's come in!" Yang Ruoqing said, holding the cotton wool and taking the lead into the yard.

In the small courtyard, the layout is elegant.

The front is a three-room room, and in the middle is a hall house.

On the left is the wing, and on the right is the study.

The floor of the hall is all waterproof and moisture-proof, and the top is covered with insect-proof wooden boards.

Stepping on it, it feels extremely good to the touch.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, there is a porcelain vase with a blue and white thin neck, and a handful of plum blossoms made of cloth by the Sun family are inserted in it.

The Eight Immortals Table is flanked by two Taishi chairs.

Then on the left and right sides, there are also two sets of coffee tables and tables and chairs.

When family and friends come to play and talk, they drink tea and chat here.

"Mother, the cotton wool is in the compartment, right?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Sun nodded.

The two men then entered the wing room on the left.

The style inside the wing room is different from that of the hall.

The wardrobe is the kind of three-dimensional wardrobe that is next to the wall, which is the style designed by Yang Ruoqing.

The bed is one of those vintage carved beds, visually wide, two meters wide.

There are pedals, bedside tables, dressing tables, everything in front of the bed.

The color and material of the furniture in the whole house are uniform.

Coupled with the floor under your feet, this pure wood style has an indescribable high-end, atmospheric and elegant.

It makes people feel comfortable in it, and every cell seems to have a perfect communication with nature.