In the carriage, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help laughing as she listened to the conversation between the two people through the curtain.
Ten Mu Zichuan were no match for Tang Yazi's fist.
But Tangyazi opened his mouth ten times, but he couldn't speak to Mu Zichuan.
Haha, these two people, both civil and military, just work together.
"We went to the county town to visit a friend of Tang Yazi."
Yang Ruoqing opened the curtain to smooth things over.
Mu Zichuan said "Oh" and stopped dwelling on this topic.
He put the rain gear in his hand on the carriage and looked at Luo Fengtang with a smile.
"Tangyaozi, we are brothers-in-law. If you follow Qing'er, you have to call me brother-in-law."
"Your brother-in-law, my legs are a little sore from walking."
"As my brother-in-law, do you mind giving me a ride?"
he asked with a smile.
Luo Fengtang was startled.
Yang Ruoqing was also a little stunned.
Mu Zichuan used to look aloof and arrogant.
Why have you changed your style now?
What I said makes sense.
If Tang Yazi refuses, it will appear impersonal, and it will also show that he doesn't care about her from the side.
Seeing Luo Fengtang in a dilemma, Yang Ruoqing coughed lightly.
"Then brother-in-law, please come up." She said.
Seeing her opening her mouth, Luo Fengtang couldn't say anything else.
He glanced at Mu Zichuan with a warning look.
"Qing'er has spoken, just come up."
he said.
"But I'm going to say something ugly first. If you get on board, be more honest. If you dare to play tricks, I'll throw you out immediately!"
Luo Fengtang said again.
Mu Zichuan smiled innocently: "Brother-in-law, don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart."
Luo Fengtang twitched the corner of his mouth.
Gentleman?
Would a gentleman pry into someone else's fiancé's presence?
Here, Mu Zichuan was about to enter the carriage but Luo Fengtang grabbed him.
"Where to drill? Your position is here!"
He pointed to the position next to him.
Want to sit with Qing'er? no way!
Mu Zichuan turned his head and glanced at the empty seat next to Luo Fengtang, and was stunned for a moment.
"No way, brother-in-law? This is where you who drive the car sit, and I who drive the car naturally sit in the compartment!"
"If you don't sit down, get out!"
Luo Fengtang lost his temper and grabbed Mu Zichuan's rain gear as if to throw it down.
"Whatever happens, okay, I'll sit down!"
Mu Zichuan retreated angrily and sat side by side with Luo Fengtang.
He couldn't help but glance at the curtain behind him.
Luo Fengtang slapped the car floor hard.
"Sit tight and look around. Don't blame me for not warning you if you fall down later!"
Muzichuan quickly withdrew his gaze and sat down properly, not daring to move.
In the car behind, Yang Ruoqing also leaned back, hugging the quilt and squinting her eyes to relax.
I originally wanted to listen to the exchange between the two previous people.
Unfortunately, not even a single word of communication was lost.
After a while, Mu Zichuan couldn't help but turn around and chat with Yang Ruoqing in the car behind.
"Qing'er, you guys came here early this morning. Have you had breakfast?"
"have eaten!"
Luo Fengtang rushed to answer.
Mu Zichuan glanced at Luo Fengtang, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
I didn't ask you!
He brought the bookcase behind him to him, rummaged through it, and finally found an oil paper bag.
He opened the layers one after another, took out a white steamed bun and leaned towards the car behind him to hand it over.
"I have a steamed bun here. It's still hot. Qing'er, you can eat it..." Mu Zichuan said.
Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes and said quickly: "I can't eat it. You can eat it yourself. Thank you very much."
"It's just a steamed bun, it's just a few bites, you can eat it, even if it's just to kill the boredom on the road..."
Muzichuan persuaded again.
Yang Ruoqing added: "Really no need, my appetite is not that big..."
Mu Zichuan wanted to persuade him again, but suddenly his fingers were empty.
Luo Fengtang's voice came to my ears: "You don't want to eat, I will eat, I'm hungry!"
Mu Zichuan came back to his senses, and when he looked again, Luo Fengtang had bitten half of the bun.
Mu Zichuan was so angry that he fell back, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly.
Luo Fengtang chewed heavily, his cheeks bulging.
He did not forget to glance sideways at Mu Zichuan and said with a smile: "Not to mention, these steamed buns taste pretty good, is there anything else?"
His eyes turned to the bamboo tube.
Muzichuan's heart tightened, and he quickly hugged the bamboo tube to protect it: "It's gone, the last one..."
Luo Fengtang sneered: "Nine out of ten scholars are bitter. They are so nervous to eat a steamed bun like yours. They are stingy..."
Muzichuan's handsome face turned slightly pale with anger.
A white-flour steamed bun cost a penny a piece, and he bought it because of his frugality!
I want to please Qing'er, but I end up falling into your lap. How annoying!
Taking a deep breath, Mu Zichuan suppressed the anger in his heart and turned around to talk to Yang Ruoqing in the carriage.
"Qing'er, have Da'an and Dajie both learned?"
"Um."
"They all study in the school in Lijiacun?"
"right."
"The tutors in Lijiacun are not bad. They are strict with themselves and have strict requirements for their students. They are very patient in teaching by words and deeds..."
"oh……"
"When I went to Qingming Festival last time, I originally planned to visit my family to visit the tomb, but I was delayed for a few days due to illness."
"ah?"
"So this time, I took a leave of absence from my husband and came back to the village to stay for a few days."
"oh……"
"I have free time these days. If Da'an Dajie doesn't understand anything about his studies, you can ask them to come to me."
"Although I am not talented, I am still capable of giving guidance to these younger brothers who have just started to learn... ah!"
Mu Zichuan's next words were not finished yet.
The body leaned back suddenly.
It turned out that someone raised the whip.
"Drive! Drive! Drive!"
The bay-red horse spread its hooves and rushed towards Changping Village ahead like a gust of wind.
The carriage accelerated suddenly, causing a violent turmoil.
In the carriage, Yang Ruoqing held her seat, dumbfounded.
Someone is getting angry!
It didn't matter that she was sitting in the carriage, but Muzichuan was in trouble now.
In front, Mu Zichuan was almost thrown out, but luckily Luo Fengtang grabbed him at the critical moment.
He leaned against the car board and looked up.
I happened to see Luo Fengtang looking down under the sun.
"Why do you talk so much in a carriage? I have to let go. Sit tight!"
Luo Fengtang joked.
Muzichuan's face turned red with anger.
Even a fool can see that Tang Yazi did it on purpose.
Mu Zichuan gritted his teeth and struggled to sit firmly again.
He couldn't care less about talking anymore and grabbed the armrest beside him with both hands.
My heart jumped into my throat.
This is the first time for me to ride such a fast carriage in my life.
The wind whistled past my ears.
There was even more turmoil in my stomach.
He wanted to go down so much that he stopped sitting.
For the sake of face, he gritted his teeth and held on, but his face became increasingly pale and uglier.
The carriage is approaching Changping Village, and further ahead is the construction site of Yang Ruoqing's house.
You can see the busy figures of craftsmen.
"Xu..."
Luo Fengtang calmed down the excited horse, and the carriage gradually stabilized from galloping.
