Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1274
Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and looked at the pair of thin-skinned meat buns in her hand, dumbfounded.

There are so many delicious foods in the front yard, how about two duck legs and chicken legs?
No matter how bad it is, marinated eggs, anything fragrant and dry will do.

He even took two meat buns?
Hey, it was the fault when we were poor, when the two of us went to Qingshui Town to deliver tofu together.

Money is tight, he buys buns with vegetable stuffing, and leaves the meat stuffing for her.

Every time she eats it is extraordinarily delicious.

After going back and forth, he must have decided that meat buns are her favorite in his mind, right?

Looking at the meat bun in her hand, the corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled up in a happy arc.

When Xiao Yu returned to the wedding room after eating and drinking, she saw Yang Ruoqing sitting by the bed at a glance.

Grabbing a big meat bun in one hand and chewing it with relish.

"Ah, where did you get the meat buns?" Xiao Yu asked in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiao Yu while eating: "What do you think?"

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then guessed something.

"Hey, you have accepted the most caring and considerate man in the world, I'm so envious!" Xiao Yu said exaggeratedly.

Yang Ruoqing laughed, then ate the bun in her hand.

Xiao Yu put the things in his hand on the table: "I brought you chicken legs and duck legs!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "I can eat big meat buns, but I can't eat chicken legs and duck legs."

Xiao Yu tsk-tsk said: "The meat buns sent by Tang Yazi are more delicious than chicken legs and duck legs. Okay, if you don't eat it, I will eat it!"

……

Ever since Luo Fengtang came to deliver two meat buns, Yang Ruoqing had no chance to see him.

She knew that there were too many guests coming and going at home today.

From my own village, from Yujia Village, from Zhengjia Village.

All the relatives and friends of both men and women, Zuo Junmo, Xu Mang, and Chef Zhou from Tianxianglou in Qingshui Town all came to congratulate them.

There must be an endless stream of guests at home.

As the host, he must be at his wits end today.

"Qing'er, you, the bride, are really sitting comfortably on the marriage bed." Xiao Yu said.

"Aren't you worried that Tang Yazi will be persuaded to drink, and won't be able to have a bridal chamber with you when she's drunk?" She joked.

Yang Ruoqing hooked the corners of her lips: "People are in good spirits on happy occasions, it's okay to get drunk, we'll have a bridal chamber tomorrow night or later!"

Xiaoyu covered her mouth and smiled.

There were footsteps coming towards the house again, Xiao Yu quickly stood up: "I guess it must be Tang Yazi again."

Yang Ruoqing said, "It's unlikely."

After the words fell, a slender and tall figure entered the wedding room.

The person who came was Mu Zichuan.

He was dressed in the dust, and he looked like he had traveled a long distance like flying.

"Zi Chuan, when did you come back?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"Xiao Yu, hurry up, make me a bowl of tea for Zi Chuan." She hurriedly ordered.

But Mu Zichuan said to Xiao Yu: "No need to make tea, Xiao Yu, can you go to the main room for a while?"

"what?"

"I have a few words that I want to say to Qing'er."

Mu Zichuan said.

Xiao Yu turned her inquiring gaze to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Mu Zichuan and said, "Zichuan, don't make things difficult for Xiao Yu, and don't make things difficult for me either. If you have anything to say, just say it in front of us."

Mu Zichuan's gloomy gaze fell on Yang Ruoqing.

"I just want to be alone with you for a while, just for a while." He whispered.

"Such a small wish, can't you even fulfill me?" He asked, begging.

Let a high-minded and proud man speak in such a low voice.

To be honest, Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear it.

but--

"Zi Chuan, it's not that I don't satisfy you, but that today is my wedding day."

"I'm married to Luo Fengtang, the daughter-in-law of the old Luo family."

"My husband is greeting guests in the front yard, but I am alone with a man in the wedding room in the back yard."

"Those who understand the truth don't make wild guesses. But we're always afraid of those who are catching wind and shadows and crushing people with their tongues. We'd better be more cautious."

She moves every word with emotion and reason.

Mu Zichuan listened in silence, then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Qing'er, you are right, I was reckless." He said.

Then, he took out a scroll from the bottom of his sleeve and put it on the table.

"You and Brother Fengtang are married, I'm far away in Qing'an County and I haven't had time to prepare a gift."

"This is a picture I drew. I will give it to you as a little gift. Don't be disgusted."

After saying this, he turned and left.

When he reached the arched wooden screen connecting the wedding room and the main room, he stopped suddenly.

Holding the screen tightly with slender fingers, she glanced sideways.

"Since this is your final choice, follow Brother Fengtang and have a good time. I wish you all the best!"

After saying this, Mu Zichuan ran out of the house without looking back.

The footsteps soon faded away.

In the room, Xiao Yu hurried to Yang Ruoqing's side.

"Open it quickly and see what this great talent has drawn!" she urged.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and turned her gaze back.

"Ah."

With a soft reply, she opened the scroll in her hand, and slowly spread it out on the table to read.

"Ah, a picture of a beauty!"

Xiao Yu exclaimed.

He tilted his head and looked at the portrait on the snow-white paper.

"Qing'er, why do I feel that this beauty standing in the field is so similar to your facial features?"

Xiao Yu said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly.

The moment she opened the portrait, a familiar feeling came over her face.

Mu Zichuan obviously drew according to her facial features.

"Ah, there are poems written here, he really is a great talent." Xiao Yu said again.

"Qing'er, read to me quickly!"

Yang Ruoqing's gaze immediately fell on the row of strong yet handsome words in the lower left corner.

He didn't say anything out of his mouth, but he was silently chanting in his heart:

The past is like a dream.

Every inch of the field, inch by inch, hurts the soul.

The wind blows the sand, the butterfly loves the flowers.

Childhood sweetheart, a good story through the ages.

Cherish the fleeting years and regret the past.

Good luck tricks people, fate is erroneous.

The man is affectionate, but the concubine is unintentional.

Tibetan brocade characters overlapping tears.

Siqing is like running water, life has its own love!
Love is inevitable...

Yang Ruoqing muttered the last three words silently, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

During this period of getting along, we fought side by side together, flood control, disaster relief, and fighting the plague.

She thought that between herself and Mu Zichuan, she had jumped out of the original vicious circle.

You can get along happily and naturally like like-minded friends.

But this time, I saw what he wanted to express hidden between the lines.

She sighed lightly.

No fate is no fate, just as he himself said, by accident, good fortune tricks people.

"Qing'er, what did Mu Zichuan write? Tell me quickly!" Xiao Yu asked again.

Yang Ruoqing collected her mind, put away the picture scroll again, and smiled.

"He is blessing Tang Yazi and me, let us cherish our fate and live a good life!"

(End of this chapter)