"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly after noticing something strange about him.

Luo Fengtang gave Yang Ruoqing a gentle look and shook his head gently.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and pushed the plate with watermelon in front of him: "Then you eat watermelon, but it's cold. You have been running outside for a long time, so you must be full of heat."

Luo Fengtang nodded and reached out to pick up a piece of watermelon. His fingertips felt a biting coldness. He suddenly remembered some bad feelings and immediately put the watermelon back on the plate, his facial features wrinkled together.

"Tangyaozi, what's wrong with you? You can't hide what's wrong with you from me!"

Yang Ruoqing stood up and came to his side, put her hands on his shoulders, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a somewhat anxious tone.

Luo Fengtang took a deep breath and tried to suppress the surging feeling in his chest. He raised his eyes and looked at the worried woman in front of him, with a hint of warmth at the corners of his lips.

"Qing'er, I'm fine, don't worry." He held her hand, pulled her onto his lap and sat down on her side.

"Don't lie to me. Why would you resist iced watermelon and sour plum soup if you are in good health? Ever since you came back, I noticed something strange about you. I believe in a woman's intuition. Please tell me quickly, or I will be in a hurry!" Yang Ruoqing

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Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, thinking that this woman's intuition was really strong, nothing could escape Qing'er's eyes.

"I don't want to say it, lest I burden you and do the same thing to me, which would be even worse," he said.

By saying this, you are really throwing a fishhook with earthworms on it in front of a greedy fish. Yang Ruoqing is so anxious...

"If you don't say it, you don't treat me as your wife. Now I'm officially informing you that if you don't say it, I'm going to be really angry!"

She crossed her arms over her chest and puffed out her cheeks.

From his angle, her face looked like a small bun, which made him want to squeeze it a few times.

But the feeling of being stuck all the way back suddenly felt a little better.

"Okay, okay, that's all I said, don't be angry." Luo Fengtang smiled helplessly.

"But make it clear in advance. If you are disgusted later, you can't blame me for not warning you." He added.

Any drama?

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up and she raised two fingers: "I promise not to do it. I will bear the consequences myself. Just tell me quickly!"

Then, she jumped off his lap and ran back to her seat. She put her elbows on the table and her chin in her palms, pretending to be listening attentively.

Luo Fengtang knew that he had to say something. After pondering for a while, he told her that he would accompany Blacksmith Luo and Luo Da'e to deal with Zhou Xia's funeral this afternoon.

As for how to take the body away from the Yamen and how to send it to Shenjiayizhuang on the outskirts of the county, there is no need to go into detail.

"The weather was hot, and even though it was restrained with ice, Zhou Xia's body was still badly damaged," Luo Fengtang said.

"When I saw it at first glance, I thought the yamen was not doing its job well and found an old woman's corpse and stuffed it into us, because the face and the back of the hands were covered with dark black spots."

"But when we looked again, it was indeed Zhou Xia. Because she was covered in corpse spots and her face was swollen, her whole appearance was deformed."

As Luo Fengtang spoke, he secretly observed the changes in Yang Ruoqing's expression.

Later, whenever his wife showed signs of nausea and discomfort, he would immediately stop the conversation.

Unexpectedly, the person opposite listened attentively, sitting there with his back straight and his eyes shining.

Luo Fengtang smiled bitterly, the really disgusting thing was yet to come.

"When your aunt saw Zhou Xia in that state, she felt sad again and must have cried a lot, right?" Yang Ruoqing suddenly asked.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "I cried so much that I couldn't hold him back, and I couldn't persuade him. I fainted twice and was woken up by pinching someone."

Yang Ruoqing frowned, "If I had known this, it would be better not to let her see her for the last time. To be honest, that scene is not something a country woman like her can accept."

Zhou Xia used to be so fair and delicate, with almost no moles on her body.

Putting aside Zhou Xia's dark and smelly qualities, just from the perspective of skin, it is not an exaggeration to use the words "white jade flawless" to describe Zhou Xia.

But now, no matter whether you were ugly or beautiful in life, no one can resist the instinctive chemical reaction that occurs in your flesh and blood with just one breath.

That's why everyone says that a beautiful body is not surprising, but an interesting soul is only one in a million. Come to think of it, that's the truth.

"Later, we packed up Zhou Xia and sent her to Shenjiayizhuang. Perhaps the ropes used to bind the corpse were a little too tight on the way, and maybe it was because of the bumpy ride and the strong sun in the afternoon. We waited until we arrived at Shenjiayizhuang to bury her.

When loading the coffin, I found that she was broken in many places."

"Just like the water bag broke..."

Luo Fengtang himself couldn't speak anymore, so he turned his head and took a breath.

Opposite me, Yang Ruoqing put a hand to support her chin. Seeing Luo Fengtang like this, she said calmly: "The body will swell after death. This is the prelude to decay. In addition, due to the weather, it must be frozen first and then exploded.

It’s not unusual for water to leak.”

But what leaked out was not the clear spring water, but rancid and unpleasant corpse water.

Luo Fengtang adjusted it and continued: "It's so smelly that you can't even smell it or look directly at her. It's beyond recognition!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "Logically speaking, our General Luo is used to being killed and killed. Sometimes on the battlefield, after a fierce battle, corpses are everywhere, but our General Luo is not as volatile as today.

Why is this? I’m very curious!”

Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes slightly, seeming to be wondering about the reason.

He raised his eyes, looked at Yang Ruoqing, smiled bitterly, and said: "Maybe I have been familiar with Zhou Xia since I was a child. She is my cousin. I am used to seeing her glamorous and domineering appearance. Now I see her like this."

She must be a little surprised!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

She completely understood what he said.

It was like her previous life, no matter whose death, did not touch her in the slightest. She could not even blink an eyelid, let alone feel any fear.

However, when the senior brother who had always cared for her the most died in front of her while performing a mission, and she saw blood dripping from the muzzle of his body, she was so scared that she trembled all over...

Either because I care, or because I'm too familiar with it.

Obviously, Luo Fengtang and Zhou Xia do not fall into the former category, but rather the latter one.

Because I am so familiar with Zhou Xia and her appearance when she is alive, when I face her dead and rotting appearance, I feel a little strange and even scared...
Chapter completed!