Chapter 479 Fear is Love (Twenty Updates)
Wang'er wanted to shake his head, but when he heard the young master's words, he couldn't stop crying.
"Young Master, you must live a long life..."
Zou Lin'er's smile became even wider, revealing neat white teeth and two beautiful dimples at the corners of his mouth.
"Silly Wang'er, living a long life is just a beautiful hope. In reality, almost no one can live that long."
Zou Lin'er said warmly, took out her white silk handkerchief and handed it to Wang'er.
"Wipe your tears quickly. A man will shed tears if he bleeds. I won't allow you to cry again in the future!"
Wang'er glanced at the handkerchief and quickly shook his head.
"Wang'er listens to the young master and doesn't cry..."
He raised his sleeves and wiped his face.
Seeing Wang'er's funny actions, Zou Lin'er laughed again.
He withdrew his gaze, then looked up at the bright moon outside the window.
"Wang'er, did you know? There is a beautiful woman living in Yunyue Palace in the book!"
Zou Lin'er murmured.
Wang'er wiped away the tears on his face and raised his head to look at the moon after hearing this.
Zou Lin'er continued: "That beauty, called Chang'e, is a kind fairy."
"In the past, I always thought this was just a myth and legend."
"Now, I am fascinated by this. When I was confused, I felt like I was seeing a fairy sister."
Zou Lin'er murmured, raising her jade-white fingers and gently stroking her pale lips.
The fairy sister kissed him here...
Her lips are so soft, so soft, and so sweet...
Wang'er was stunned for a moment.
Then, he thought of something and slapped his head.
“Little Master, how could you have any fairy sister when you were unconscious?”
“It was Miss Yang brought by President Wang from the medicine shop who saved you.”< br>
"I was watching from the side at that moment. Miss Yang is not bad looking, but she is wearing a coarse cloth. She is not the fairy you said..."
Zou Lin'er did not refute Wang'er.
Instead, he tilted his head, his beautiful eyes narrowed like crescents, and a vague smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
Fairy sister?
Miss Yang?
He couldn't figure it out either.
He only knew that when he was most uncomfortable.
A soft lip kissed him.
It was her kiss that relieved his pain and brought him back to life.
"Wang'er, I'm going to find that Miss Yang to see if she looks like Fairy Chang'e in my dream."
Zou Lin'er said.
Wang'er was anxious and waved his hands repeatedly: "Little Master, you have just woken up, you must not run around again."
"But, I really want to see the person who saved me. Miss Yang, I want to thank her in person!" Zou Lin'er said.
Wang'er said: "My wife has invited Miss Yang to ask for peace of mind for the young master. From now on, she will come over on the 16th of every month."
"When the time comes, young master, you Naturally, we can see her true appearance.”
...
"Sneeze!"
Walking on the road, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sneeze loudly.
"Someone must be talking about me behind my back!"
She took out a clean handkerchief and wiped her nose, thinking to herself.
Luo Fengtang smiled and put a coat he brought over on her body.
"What are you talking about? I'm afraid I'm catching a cold." He said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled.
"Tangyazi, what should 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 for a moment.
Going to a small restaurant to cook for dinner in the evening is a bit troublesome.
I just want to eat enough and then go back to rest.
My eyes glanced at the night market that was already on the roadside.
“Let’s go over there and see if there are any special snacks!”
“Yeah!”
The two people quickly came to these small stalls and swept past them one by one.
They are all popular snacks in this area.
Fried, stir-fried and grilled, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy...
It’s dazzling to see. Coupled with the sounds of business and sales with local accents, it has a unique flavor.
Finally, the two sat down in front of a stall eating hot and sour noodles.
One bowl per person, face to face eating happily.
Pair it with a plate of freshly fried fried dough sticks.
Physiologically and mentally satisfied.
On the way back, we passed by a stall selling melon seeds, peanuts and other roasted goods.
Yang Ruoqing hesitated for a moment.
It doesn’t matter if you have something to do, it’s very pleasant to crack some melon seeds.
As soon as this thought came to my mind, someone beside me had already walked to the pavement.
"Boss, give me one pound each of melon seeds and peanuts..."
Soon, he ran back to her holding two paper bags.
"Qing'er, let me kowtow for 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. He knows how to do things. I will get a reward when I go back."
Is there a reward?
His eyes suddenly lit up.
Eating and stumbling back to the inn, she sat at the table like a queen.
"Xiao Tangzi, serve tea."
She raised her eyelids and gave him a look.
“Hey, come on!”
He smiled and poured tea neatly.
"Qing'er, you kowtow first while I go get some water for washing your feet." He asked for instructions.
"Well, let's go."
She leaned there, cracking melon seeds and soaking her feet, while telling him about her experience in the county government.
He squatted in front of her, his sleeves rolled up to his arms.
While rubbing her feet, he raised his head and listened carefully to what she said.
Especially when I heard about the process of giving first aid to the young master of the county magistrate’s family.
The expression on his face changes with her ups and downs of tone,
and the ups and downs of the plot.
When nervous, Jian Mei frowned slightly.
When she was rescued, her eyebrows relaxed slightly...
"Hey, I noticed something."
She suddenly came over and said with a mysterious face.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Her eyes were bright and she said in a low voice: "That Magistrate Zou, he looks quite majestic in front of others, I'm afraid he is really a strict wife."
"Strict wife control? What do you mean?"
He asked blankly.
Yang Ruoqing immediately realized that she had brought a modern word.
Hurryly changed his words: "It's just henpecking and wife fear."
Luo Fengtang understood now.
He smiled slightly, switched to her other little foot, and gently rubbed it.
Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to accuse Magistrate Zou of being useless.
Everything is led by his wife.
Suddenly, I became mute.
She looked at the person in front of her...
Oops, don't scold bald people in front of a monk.
While you are patronizing and saying that others are henpecked, isn't this guy squatting here and washing his wife's feet happily...
"Uh..."
She rolled her eyes and the conversation suddenly changed.
“Actually, I think henpecking is pretty good.”
She said seriously.
"Oh? What's a good idea? Tell me."
He raised his eyes and looked at her with a smile.
It made her nervous.
I found a bunch of messy things and pulled them up here.
What kind of henpecked man has a sense of responsibility and is less likely to make mistakes?
Not to mention Luo Fengtang, she was stunned by herself.
In the end I just couldn’t finish it, so I sat there and frowned.
(End of this chapter)