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Luo Zhiyan was like a child who had done something wrong at this time, her head hung low, waiting for the adult's criticism at any time.

"Father, I'm sorry, my daughter will ...... in the future I'll be careful, and I'll never make your father angry again......"

The voice had a touch of timidity, as if it was frightened by Luo Hongen's momentum, and Luo Zhiyan's voice seemed to tremble slightly.

"You haven't done anything wrong, so why do you want to say sorry to your father?"

Luo Hongen's tone was less serious and more warm, so that Luo Zhiyan couldn't help but raise her head in shock and looked at Luo Hongen.

Growing up so big, Luo Zhiyan has never seen her father, talking to herself so gently.

Looking at Luo Zhiyan's appearance, Luo Hongen was inexplicably a little distressed, and stretched out his head and patted it.

"It's been a long time since I've been to see your aunt, and today is just the time to go to your aunt's yard to sit."

“……”

"Hmm!"

Luo Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, and finally came to her senses, and after understanding that all this was true, not something she had imagined, she unconsciously raised a happy smile on her face, and the whole person was like bathed in the sun, smiling brightly.

As soon as he stepped into Yang Ruoliu's Yanqi Pavilion and looked at the simple and old furnishings inside, Luo Hongen's eyes couldn't help but cross a dark color.

Previously, Luo Hongen's heart was almost all left in Cheng Wanying and Luo Qingyan's mother and daughter, and he didn't have the heart to care about other things, until this moment, Luo Hongen took a serious look at the courtyard where Yang Ruoliu and Luo Zhiyan's mother and daughter lived.

The yard was cold and depressed, as if it hadn't been inhabited for a long time.

Looking at the simple furnishings of the courtyard, the window edges that have lost their paint, the pillars, and the support, and then thinking about the atmospheric, luxurious, extravagant, and magnificent courtyard where Cheng Wanying and Luo Lime mother and daughter lived, Luo Hongen's heart faintly rose a touch of guilt.

"Slave Qiuyue, I've seen the master."

Qiu Yue walked out of the house with an empty medicine bowl, and when she saw Luo Hongen who came to the courtyard, she hurriedly stepped forward to salute her.

"Autumn Moon?

Aren't you from Sakura's yard, how did you end up here? ”

"Back to the master, the young lady came to see that my aunt was sick the day before yesterday, and saw that there were only two rough maids and a personal maid in my aunt's yard, for fear that she would not be able to take care of her, so she asked the slave maid to come over to help first."

Luo Hongen glanced around again, looked at the empty courtyard, and frowned slightly.

Yang Ruoliu, who had just finished drinking the medicine and was about to lie down, heard the sound outside, hurriedly supported her weak body, and got up from the bed with difficulty.

Today's Yang Ruoliu changed out of the old, heavy and depressing, full of disobedience of the old dress she wore before, and replaced it with a lake-colored wide-sleeved thin cigarette dress specially sent by Luo Qingying.

Yang Ruoliu's length is not bad, the willow leaves are bent eyebrows, the cherry mouth is small, and she is sick at this time, her face is becoming more and more fair, and the whole person is like the pear blossom that has been beaten by the rain, revealing a soft and weak, and lovely beauty!

As soon as Yang Ruoliu was helped up by Mengping, Luo Hongen had already entered the house.

"Poor concubine, I've seen the master,...... Ahem......".

The sound is soft and slow, like a gentle drizzle of rain falling into the heart of a flower!

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^