Chapter 611: Changed style (second update)
In the carriage, Yang Ruoqing listened to the conversation between the two people through the curtain and couldn't help laughing.
Ten Mu Zichuan could not defeat Tang Yazi’s fist.
Ke Tangyazi opened her mouth ten times, but she couldn't speak to Mu Zichuan.
Haha, these two people, both civil and military, work together just fine.
"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.
"Tangyazi, 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 you say 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 speak, 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.
But Mu Zichuan smiled innocently: "Brother-in-law, don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart."
Luo Fengtang twitched the corners of his lips.
A gentleman?
Would a gentleman pry into someone else's fiancé's presence?
Here, Mu Zichuan was about to enter the carriage while bumping his butt, but was grabbed by Luo Fengtang.
"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, the driver, sit, and I, the driver, naturally sit in the compartment!"
"If you don't want to sit, get out!"
Luo Fengtang lost his temper and grabbed Mu Zichuan's rain gear as if to throw it down.
"Just take it as it comes, okay, I'll sit down!"
Mu Zichuan retreated angrily and sat side by side with Luo Fengtang.
He still couldn't help but glance at the curtain behind him.
Luo Fengtang slapped the car floor hard.
"Sit tight, look around. Don't blame me for not warning you if you fall down later!"
Mu Zichuan 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 sentence of communication was lost.
After a while, Mu Zichuan couldn't help but turn around and talk to Yang Ruoqing in the car behind.
“Qing’er, you guys came here early in the morning, have you had breakfast?”
"Have eaten!"
Luo Fengtang answered quickly.
Mu Zichuan glanced at Luo Fengtang, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
I didn’t ask you!
He took the bookcase behind him in front of 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 only a few bites, you can eat it, Even if it’s just to kill boredom on the road..."
Muzichuan persuaded again.
Yang Ruoqing said again: "It's really no need, my appetite is not that big..."
Mu Zichuan wanted to persuade again, but suddenly, his fingers were empty. Luo Fengtang's voice came to his 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, the steamed bun had been eaten. Luo Fengtang bit off half of it.
Mu Zichuan fell back in anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly.
Luo Fengtang chewed heavily, his cheeks bulging.
I didn’t forget to glance sideways at Mu Zichuan and said with a smile: “Not to mention, these steamed buns taste good, is there anything else?”
His eyes were cast on the bamboo tube.
Mu Zichuan's heart tightened, and he quickly hugged the bamboo tube to protect him: "No, the last one..."
Luo Fengtang sneered: "Nine out of ten scholars are bitter, I am so nervous to eat your steamed buns, so stingy..."
Muzichuan's handsome face turned slightly pale with anger.
A white-flour steamed bun cost a penny a piece. He bought it because of his frugality!
I wanted to please Qing'er, but I ended up falling into your lap. It's so 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?”
"Yes."
"They all studied in the school in Lijiacun?"
"Yes."
"The masters in Lijiacun are not bad, strict with themselves, and right The students are also very demanding, and they are very patient in teaching by words and deeds..."
"Oh..."
"Last time I went to Qingming Festival, I originally planned to visit my family to visit the tomb, but I was delayed for a few days due to a minor illness."
"Huh?"
"So this time, I specially told Mr. I took a vacation and came back to the village to stay for a few days."
"Oh..."
"I have some free time these days. What do you not understand about Da'an Dajie's studies? You can ask them to come to me.”
"Although I am not talented, I am still capable of giving guidance to their younger brothers who are just learning...ah!"
Mu Zichuan has not finished what he said next.
The body leaned back suddenly.
It turns 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 was okay for her to sit in the carriage, but Mu Zichuan was in trouble now.
In front, Mu Zichuan was almost thrown out, but luckily Luo Fengtang grabbed him at the critical moment.
He pressed 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 said jokingly.
Muzichuan's face turned red with anger.
Any fool can see that Tang Yazi did it on purpose.
Mu Zichuan gritted his teeth and struggled to sit up again.
He could no longer think about talking 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.
My stomach was churning.
He wanted to sit 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.
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