Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 481 Fear Is Love ([-] More)

Wang'er wanted to shake her head at first, but when she heard the young master's words, she couldn't stop crying.

"Young master, you must live a long life..."

Zou Lin'er's smile widened, showing white and neat teeth, and two beautiful dimples at the corners of his mouth.

"Silly Wanger, a long life is just a beautiful hope. In reality, almost no one can live that long."

Zou Lin'er said softly, took out his white silk handkerchief and handed it to Wang'er.

"Wipe your tears quickly. A man bleeds but doesn't shed tears. I won't let you cry anymore!"

Wang'er glanced at the handkerchief, then quickly shook her head.

"Wang'er listens to the young master and doesn't cry..."

He raised his sleeve and wiped his face.

Seeing Wang'er's funny actions, Zou Lin'er laughed again.

He retracted his gaze, then looked up at the bright moon outside the window.

"Wang'er, did you know that there is a beautiful woman living in Yunyue Palace in the book!"

Zou Liner murmured.

Wang'er wiped away the tears on her face, and raised her head to look at the moon when she heard the words.

Zou Lin'er continued: "That beauty is called Chang'e, and she is a kind fairy."

"In the past, I always thought it was just a myth."

"Today, when I was in a daze, I seemed to see a fairy sister."

Zou Lin'er murmured, raised her white fingers like jade, and gently stroked her somewhat pale lips.

Sister Fairy kissed him here...

Her lips are so soft, so soft, and so sweet...

Wang'er was stunned when he heard that.

Then, he thought of something and slapped his head.

"Young master, when you were in a coma, how could there be any fairy sister?"

"You were rescued by a girl named Yang brought by President Wang of the medicine store."

"I was also watching from the sidelines at that moment. Miss Yang looks pretty good, but she is wearing a rough cloth, she is not the fairy you mentioned at all..."

Zou Lin'er did not refute Wang'er.

Instead, he tilted his head, his pretty eyes squinted like crescent moons, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

Fairy sister?

Miss Yang?

He couldn't figure it out either.

He only knows that when he is most uncomfortable.

A soft lip touched him lightly.

It was her kiss that eased his pain and brought him back to life.

"Wang'er, I'm going to look for that Miss Yang to see if she looks like the fairy Chang'e in my dream."

Zou Liner said.

Wang'er became anxious, and waved her hands again and again: "Young master, you just woke up, you must not run around again."

"But, I really want to see that Miss Yang who saved me, and I want to thank her face to face!" Zou Lin'er said.

Wang'er said: "Madam invited Miss Yang to ask for the young master's pulse, and she will come here on the sixteenth of every month from now on."

"When the time comes, young master, you will naturally be able to see her true face."

……

"Ah!"

Walking on the road, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sneezed loudly.

"Someone must be talking about me behind my back!"

She took out a clean veil to wipe her nose, and said to herself.

Luo Fengtang smiled, and put a coat he brought over on her body.

"What are you talking about, I'm afraid I've caught a cold." He said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"Tang Yazi, what shall we have for dinner?"

She asked.

The mention of food made both of their stomachs growl.

I just remembered that they all ate in the morning.

"You decide," he said.

He has never been picky about food.

Yang Ruoqing thought about it.

It is a bit troublesome to go to a small restaurant to cook and eat at night.

I just want to eat well and then go back to rest.

His eyes glanced at the night market that was already on the side of the road ahead.

"Let's go over there and see if there are any special snacks!"

"Ok!"

The two quickly came to these small stalls, sweeping past each one.

These are popular snacks in this area.

Fried and roasted, sweet and sour...

Look dazzling.

Coupled with the sound of buying and selling with a local accent, it has a special taste.

In the end, the two sat down in front of a stall that ate hot and sour noodles.

One bowl per person, eating face to face.

Served with a plate of freshly fried fritters.

Physiological and psychological are all satisfied.

On the way back, I passed a stall selling melon seeds, peanuts and other roasted seeds and nuts.

Yang Ruoqing hesitated for a while.

It's okay to have something to do, but it's very pleasant to knock some melon seeds.

Just as this thought came to mind, someone beside him had already walked to the pavement.

"Boss, give me a pound of melon seeds and peanuts..."

Soon, he ran back to her with two paper bags.

"Qing'er, knock on you."

he said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and narrowed her eyes.

While reaching out to grab a handful of melon seeds, he praised him: "Not bad, not bad, I can do things, and I will be rewarded when I go back."

Is there a reward?

His eyes suddenly lit up.

Back to the inn while eating, she sat down at the table like a queen.

"Little Tangzi, serve tea."

She lifted her eyelids and gave him a look.

"Hey, come on!"

He smiled and poured tea neatly.

"Qing'er, knock on it first, I'll wash your feet." He asked for instructions.

"Well, let's go."

She leaned there, cracking melon seeds and soaking her feet, while telling him what she had seen and heard in the county government.

He squatted in front of her, his sleeves rolled up to the crook of his arms.

While rubbing her feet, he raised his head and listened carefully to her words.

Especially when he heard about the process of giving first aid to the young son of the county magistrate's family.

The expression on his face, following her ups and downs,

As well as the ups and downs of the plot, changes are taking place.

When nervous, Jian Mei frowned slightly.

When he was rescued, his brows and eyes relaxed...

"Hey, I noticed something."

She came over suddenly and said with a mysterious face.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Her eyes were shining, and she said in a low voice: "That magistrate of Zou County looks very imposing in front of people, I'm afraid he really is a strict wife."

"Strict wife control? What do you mean?"

he asked in a daze.

Yang Ruoqing immediately realized that she had brought a modern word.

Hastily changed his words: "It's just fear of inwardness and wife."

Luo Fengtang understood now.

He smiled slightly, changed her other little foot, and gently rubbed and washed it.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to condemn that county magistrate Zou as useless.

Everything is led by his wife by the nose.

Suddenly, dumb.

She looked at the one in front of her...

Oops, don't scold the bald man in front of the monk,

Patronizing to say that others are fearful of internal affairs, this one of my own, isn't he squatting here to wash his wife's feet and washing them happily...

"Uh……"

When she rolled her eyes, the topic of conversation suddenly changed.

"Actually, I think it's good to be afraid of guilt."

She was serious.

"Oh? What a good way? Let's hear it."

He raised his eyes and looked at her with a smile.

Made her tense.

I found a bunch of messy things and pulled them on.

What guilt-phobic men have a sense of responsibility and are not easy to make mistakes.

Not to mention Luo Fengtang, she herself was confused by herself.

In the end, I couldn't make it up anymore, and sat there frowning.

(End of this chapter)