Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and looked at the pair of thin-skinned and stuffy meat buns in her hand, crying and laughing.

There are so many delicious foods in the front yard, duck legs and chicken legs or something!

No matter how bad it is, the braised eggs, the fragrant or anything.

Actually took two meat buns?

Hey, it's still the trouble when I was poor, and the two of them went to Qingshui Town to deliver tofu together.

Money is tight, he eats vegetable stuffing when he buys buns, and leaves the meat stuffing for her to eat.

She eats extra well every time.

After coming and going, in his mind, he probably decided that meat buns were her favorite, right?

Looking at the meat bun in her hand, the corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips hooked up with happiness.

When Xiaoyu returned to the wedding room after eating and drinking, she saw Yang Ruoqing sitting on the edge of the bed at a glance.

I grabbed a big meat bun in one hand and gnawed it with relish.

"Ah, where did you get the meat buns?" Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiaoyu while eating: "What do you say?" ”

Xiaoyu was stunned, and then guessed something.

"Hey, the most heartwarming and considerate good man in the world has been accepted by you, and I can't envy it!" Xiaoyu exaggerated.

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

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

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's enough for me to eat big meat buns, but I can't eat chicken and duck legs." ”

Xiaoyu sighed: "The meat buns sent by Tang Lingzi are more beautiful than chicken and duck legs." Okay, if you don't eat I'll eat! ”

……

Since Luo Fengtang came over to deliver two meat buns, Yang Ruoqing has never had a chance to see him.

She knew that there were too many guests in her home today.

In their own village, in Yujia Village, in Zhengjia Village.

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

The guests at home must be in an endless stream.

As a male host, he must be a doppelganger today.

"Qing'er, you bride really sits on the marriage bed." Light rain road.

"Aren't you worried that Tang Lingzi will be persuaded to drink, and he can't have sex with you when he is drunk?" She quipped.

Yang Ruoqing hooked the corners of her lips: "People are in good spirits on happy occasions, it doesn't hurt to get drunk, and we will go to the cave room tomorrow night after tomorrow!" ”

Xiaoyu covered her mouth and smiled.

There was a sound of footsteps coming in the direction of the house again, and Xiaoyu quickly stood up: "I guess it must be Tang Yanzi again." ”

Yang Ruoqing said: "Unlikely. ”

The words fell, and a slender and upright figure entered the marriage room.

The person who came turned out to be Mu Zichuan.

A servant in the dust, at first glance, it looks like he has traveled a long way.

"Zichuan, when will you come back?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"Xiaoyu, quick, help me make a bowl of tea for Zichuan." She hurriedly commanded.

Mu Zichuan said to Xiaoyu: "No need to make tea, Xiaoyu, can you make it convenient and go to the hall for a while?" ”

"Huh?"

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

Mu Zichuan said.

Xiaoyu's inquiring gaze was on Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Mu Zichuan and said, "Zichuan, don't embarrass Xiaoyu, don't embarrass me, if you have anything to say, just say it in front of us." ”

Mu Zichuan's gloomy gaze fell on Yang Ruoqing's body.

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

"Can't you satisfy me with such a small wish?" He asked, pleading with a look on his face.

Let a tall and proud man speak in such a low voice.

To be honest, Yang Ruoqing was a little unbearable.

But—

"Zichuan, it's not that I'm not satisfied with you, but today is the day of my wedding."

"I am married to Luo Fengtang and am the daughter-in-law of the old Luo family."

"My husband was greeting guests in the front yard, but I was alone with a man in the marital room in the backyard."

"Those who understand things will not speculate. But I'm always afraid that there are those who chase the wind and catch the shadows, and crush people to death under their tongues, so we should be cautious. ”

She said word by word, moving with emotion and reasoning.

Mu Zichuan listened silently, and then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

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

Then, take a scroll from the bottom of your sleeve and place it on the table.

"You and Brother Fengtang got married, and I didn't have time to prepare a gift when I was far away in Qing'an County."

"This is a picture I painted, so I'll give it to you as a little care, don't dislike it."

With that, he turned and left.

Approaching the arched wood carved screen connecting the wedding room and the hall, he suddenly stopped.

The slender fingers clenched the screen, and the eyes were slightly sideways.

"Since this is your final choice, then follow Brother Fengtang to have a good time, I bless you!"

Leaving these words, Mu Zichuan ran out of the house without looking back.

The footsteps quickly faded away.

In the house, Xiaoyu hurried to Yang Ruoqing's side.

"Open it up and see what this talented man has drawn!" She urged.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned and took her gaze back.

"Hmm."

Answering softly, she opened the scroll in her hand and slowly flattened it on the table.

"Ah, the beauty picture!"

Xiaoyu exclaimed.

Tilting his head to look at the portrait on the snow-white paper.

"Qing'er, why do I think this beauty standing in the field is similar to your facial features, eyebrows and eyes?"

Light rain road.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly.

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

Mu Zichuan obviously drew according to her eyebrows, eyes and facial features.

"Ah, there are poems here, what a genius." Xiaoyu said again.

"Qing'er, read it to me!"

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

I didn't say it out loud, but I was silently reading it in my heart:

In the past, Shaoguang was like a dream.

Every inch of the field, every inch of the soul.

The wind blows the sand, and the butterflies love the flowers.

Childhood sweethearts, a story through the ages.

Regret the passing years and regret the beginning.

Creation makes people, and fate is wrong.

Lang is affectionate, and the concubine has no intention.

Overlapping tear stains hide brocade characters.

Siqing is like flowing water, and life is inexorable!

It's hard to get rid of it......

Yang Ruoqing silently muttered these last three words, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

During this period of time, they fought side by side, controlling floods, providing disaster relief, and fighting plagues.

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

You can get along happily and naturally together like a comrade and a friend.

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

She sighed softly.

No fate is no fate, as he himself said, it is a mistake, and creation makes people.

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

Yang Ruoqing gathered her mind, put the scroll back away, and hooked her lips and smiled.

"He's blessing me and Tang Lingzi, let us cherish our fate and live a good life!"