Bodyguard?

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow.

Then Luo Bao-bao snapped his fingers with a loud clap. Afterward, Chui Yun, having finished the last dumpling, raised his head and came to stand beside Luo Bao-bao.

Luo Baobei gently patted Chuyun's head and said to Yang Ruohqing, "Chuyun and I had made arrangements earlier. It will accompany me to the academy and pick me up when school is over in the evening."

"Mother, we're going to school now, see you later!"

Luo Bao's baby skipped out of the house with his schoolbag, Yun following closely behind.

Before leaving, Zhuyun still turned her head to look at Yang Ruqing. That look was clearly telling Yang Ruqing to rest assured, with its protection, Luo Bao would be perfectly safe.

With You Yun around, Yang Ruqing naturally felt at ease.

She packed up her breakfast and carried it to the dining hall next door. At this time, Luo the blacksmith also came over from the front yard.

At first glance, it looks like someone sent back by Luobǎobao.

“He said it was to give me a vacation, letting Chuyun accompany her to school, refusing to let me go with them, hahaha…” Lu Tiejiang entered the door.

Yang Ruqing said, "Whatever she wants, with Yunzhou around, it should be fine."

The blacksmith nodded, sat down, and prepared to eat.

"Uncle, there's something I wanted to ask you for today." she said.

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Luo the blacksmith put down his chopsticks and said, "What's up?"

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Yang Ruqing then told him about her plan to build a small wooden house in the corner of the courtyard for Zhuiyun.

The blacksmith laughed, "What's the fuss about? Don't worry, I'll get right on it after breakfast. I was helping Yongjin and his family build a house a few days ago, and I took two extra beams home just in case. They're perfect for this!"

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“How long will it take to complete?” Yang Ruqing asked again.

The blacksmith Luo said, "The hut isn't very big. It's enough for Zhuoyun to turn around in it, and it'll be dark soon enough!"

"Well then, I'll help you at home!" she said.

However, before she could get started, Yang Ruqing had to make a trip next door to her mother's house. She wanted to see if Sun Shi had returned and inquire about what had happened last night.

Next door lives Yang Huazhong.

When Yang Ruqing arrived, she happened to catch them having breakfast. Sun seemed to have finished eating and was sitting beside him, feeding Feng'er congee.

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Xiaohua: "Sister, we steamed meat buns this morning. Would you like one?"

Xiaohua directly picked up the big basket used for holding meat buns and handed it over.

Yang Ruqing waved her hand: "I'm full. My family steamed dumplings this morning."

She said she wouldn't eat, but one little hand reached out for those white steamed buns.

It's Feng'er.

Little Flower smiled: “This is for Auntie, not you. Your congee, Grandma is feeding you now, isn't she?”

Feng'er ignored Xiaohua and fixed his bright, shiny eyes on the meat bun. He even stretched out his body to try and take it, but he couldn't reach it. His whole head and face were covered in sweat.

Yang Ruqing couldn't bear to see it, so she directly took one and gave it to Feng'er: "Let him take it. He can eat as much as he wants."

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Xiaohua said: “What a waste, he only eats the little bit of skin on the outside...

Sun said, "Our family doesn't lack this steamed bun, let him do whatever he wants. Later when he can't finish it, I'll just eat it."

Xiaohua looked helpless and said, "Mother, you're just spoiling him. When he grows up, it will be too late to control him."

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Sun Shi said, "Our children aren't afraid of being spoiled. They will naturally understand when they grow up. Just one steamed bun, you say it's so big. What if my grandson messes with a meat bun? Right, Feng'er? Let's mess with the meat buns, haha..."

Looking at the two little grandchildren, Yang Ruqing and Xiaohua exchanged glances and both smiled helplessly.

"Forget it, forget it. Feng'er is still young. We just need to keep the big direction in mind. We can let go of minor details that don't matter too much." Yang Ruqing tried to smooth things over.

“But Mother, let me tell you, when Feng'er grows up a little, when Xiaohua and Dayan are educating their children, ”

"You can't just rush out and defend them,"

"Children are all sly and cunning. When he sees clearly who is in control in this family, Da An and Xiaohua will no longer be able to assert their authority. Once a child goes astray, it's very difficult to set them right, the problem is serious!"

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Upon hearing Yang Ruohua's serious warning, Mrs. Sun's face flushed slightly with embarrassment.

She glanced at the little flower and said, "I didn't mean to, I just feel sorry for my Feng..."

“When Da'an was the size of a little peak, let alone dumplings, it would be amazing to even have a bowl of meat noodle soup...”

Yang Ruqing and Xiaohua fell silent. They both understood that Mrs. Sun was actually trying to make up for her guilt towards Dayan by putting it on Feng'er's shoulders.

Many parent-child relationships across generations actually contain these kinds of emotions to some extent.

"Mother, let's not talk about this," Yang Ruoqing said.

"So, you slept at my aunt's house last night, did you sleep well?" she asked.

Mrs. Sun said, "I fell asleep as soon as I lay down last night and slept until dawn. But your Aunt Mei'er said that she heard noises coming from the direction of the firewood shed in the middle of the night."

Your aunt said she called for you, but you wouldn't wake up.

Yang Ruqing said, “What about tonight? You don't need to go tonight, do you?”

Sun said, "Tonight is the seventh day since his death, and she will return as a soul tonight. No outsiders can go there, or it will be bad luck."

Yang Ruqing suddenly realized, there was indeed such a custom in this area.

On the seventh day after a person's death, the underworld will allow the soul to return home for one last look at their living relatives in the mortal world.

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After finishing it and fulfilling the last wish, it is time to leave completely.

From now on, the karmic connection of this lifetime is considered completely severed. If there is fate, perhaps we will meet again in the next reincarnation.

So, in the six realms of reincarnation, with countless people, how many of you in this life can become relatives, parents, siblings, husband and wife?

This is truly a great缘分!

If you're together, cherish it well, because in the next life, you might not meet again.

“Then I’ll let Yongxian, my cousin, know today and have him go back to the academy to guard the night. That way Uncle Quan can come home.” she said.

By nightfall, when the sun began to set, Luo Tiejiang had finished building a small wooden house for Zhuoyun.

"Zhuiyun, what do you think? Do you like it?" Yang Ruqing asked with a smile.

Chuyun took a look around his little wooden house, darted in and circled once, then came out again, shaking his tail. His purple eyes curved slightly.

This action and expression are telling Yang Ruoqing that it's very satisfied.

Yang Ruqing was very happy. She leaned down and hugged Zhuicun's neck and said, "Since you like it, then stay at home for a few more days, give me a chance to perform. I want to make delicious salt and pepper chicken wings for you tonight!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he heard Zhuiyun swallow a mouthful of loud saliva.

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This made Yang Ruqing laugh. She rubbed its fluffy and clean fur, saying, "Even the most arrogant wolf king is a foodie. Just wait, I'll go make you something delicious!"

Facing the setting sun, a man and his wolf walked briskly towards the kitchen, their laughter filling the air.