Chapter 1257: Being attentive (fourth update)
Thinking of this, her steps became brisk.
While passing by the yard of a certain house in front of her, she suddenly stopped, then quickly hid behind a big tree nearby, and then poked her head out again.
The yard in front is the yard of Muzichuan's family.
The figure sneaked towards the yard of Muzichuan's house.
Under the moonlight, there was a woman wearing a long skirt and carrying a bag in her hand.
Coincidentally, the courtyard door of Muzichuan's house was ajar. The woman didn't knock on the door or call anyone, she just opened the courtyard door and went in.
Yang Ruoqing frowned.
Muzichuan went to Qing'an County with the imperial envoy Zhang and the others, but did not return to the village.
What was Yang Ruolan sneaking over to Muzichuan's house to do in the middle of the night?
Over there, Yang Ruolan knocked on the door of Mu Zichuan's house, and Widow Liu also came over and opened the door.
After Yang Ruolan ducked in, the door closed again.
Outside, Yang Ruoqing became more and more confused.
She planned to step forward to find out.
Soon, she quietly hid under the window of Muzichuan's house.
Through the gap in the window, she saw the candle-lit east room, where Widow Liu was sitting and weaving.
Yang Ruolan stood submissively beside the loom like a little daughter-in-law.
Then, the conversation reached Yang Ruoqing’s ears.
"Aunt Mu, this bag of poria cake was brought to me by my aunt from the county. It is a good thing that can replenish blood."
"You were sick last time, but I didn't I know, I feel guilty even thinking about it now,”
"Please accept this bag of Poria Cake. It's more or less my wish."
Yang Ruolan's gentle voice came out.
Yang Ruoqing frowned upon hearing this.
After doing this for a long time, it turns out that you are here to show your courtesy to Lady Zichuan?
This Yang Ruolan is so shameless!
In the room, the sound of the loom paused for a moment, and then Widow Liu's voice came out.
"I said Lan Yatou, you go back, I don't need your Poria Cake." Widow Liu said.
Yang Ruolan's voice became a little more sad: "Aunt Mu, do you dislike me for not being of high quality? Or do you dislike Lan'er?"
Widow Liu saw Yang Ruolan's behavior. He looked like he was sighing.
“Girl Lan, you’ve been giving me poria cakes, rice and noodles these past few days.”
"Auntie, I understand what you're thinking."
"I've told you very clearly that you and my family, Zichuan, don't have that kind of fate..."
"Auntie, there's no such thing as fate. , These are all words to coax children." Yang Ruolan interrupted Widow Liu.
"Whether Brother Zichuan and I are destined to be together, isn't that just a matter of your words, aunt?" she said.
Under the light, those almond-shaped eyes were full of water and expectation.
"Auntie, I really care about Brother Zichuan, and I also really want to serve you."
"Can you help me and let me follow Brother Zichuan?"
"Even if it's just a small child, I'm willing to do it!"
Yang Ruolan said, looking at it, it seems that Widow Liu will kneel down if she doesn't agree.
Widow Liu was obviously a little impatient.
"Lan Yatou, I am Zichuan's mother. I don't care what you think in your heart. I only care about what my son thinks in his heart." Maid, he doesn’t want to see you either.”
“I can’t stand your words of ‘serve me sincerely’.”
Widow Liu shook her head.
“You are so awesome to your own mother, how can you be so good to my mother-in-law?”
The words left Yang Ruolan speechless.
She stood by the loom, her teeth clenched tightly, and she acted like a rogue Widow Liu who would not leave until she let go. Widow Liu had no idea and jumped down from the loom.
“I’m going to sleep, you can go back and forth from wherever you are!” Widow Liu pointed at the door of the house and issued an eviction order.
Yang Ruolan still refused to leave, holding on to the loom and wiping her tears.
She cried so hard that her shoulders shrugged.
Widow Liu frowned.
If this alarms the neighbors and they all come to watch the fun, they still don’t know how she bullied this girl Lan!
Just when Widow Liu was in trouble, a crisp voice sounded at the door of the house.
"Aunt Mu, have you slept? I'm here to borrow something from you."
As the voice fell, a figure appeared at the door of the main room.
When Widow Liu saw it, it was Yang Ruoqing, and the woman was immediately overjoyed.
"Qing'er, you came just in time..."
Widow Liu came up and grabbed Yang Ruoqing's arm and pulled her into the west wing.
Ever since Yang Ruoqing took good care of the sick Widow Liu during the last flood, the knot between the two of them has been resolved.
Nowadays, although Widow Liu still doesn't hang around much with the villagers, her personality is more cheerful.
Especially with Yang Ruoqing, when we meet on the road, we always ask her to come to our house to talk and drink a bowl of tea.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing was directly dragged into the west room by Widow Liu.
"Qing'er, please help me persuade your cousin. I don't want to send you any poria cakes. If she doesn't leave, I don't know what to do!" Widow Liu road.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and came to Yang Ruolan.
Yang Ruolan turned sideways with a cold face, not wanting to look at Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing turned another corner and came to the other side of Yang Ruolan.
Yang Ruolan frowned and stared at Yang Ruoqing: "What are you doing? Is there a flower on my face? What are you looking at!"
Yang Ruoqing pointed at Yang Ruolan's face: "There is no flower on your face , you have a piece of dog shit on your face!”
Yang Ruolan was startled for a moment, and then became angry.
"You fat girl, who are you scolding? My face is like a flower, a hundred times prettier than yours, and you only have a piece of dog shit on your face!"
Yang Ruolan said angrily.
The gentleness that they had pretended to be with Widow Liu just now disappeared.
Yang Ruoqing sneered: "Yang Ruolan, it's dirty even if a dog poops on your face!"
"Do you know that people like you are not worthy of being human?"
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"Your mother held you in the palm of her hand and raised you like a pearl. What about you? What did you do?"
"Your mother was infected with the plague and you avoided her like the god of plague. Before she died, , still calling your name!”
"You treat your own mother like that, how dare you come here to please Aunt Mu?"
"I..."
"Who are you? Your character is worth mentioning to the whole village. People can see it clearly.”
Yang Ruoqing continued, not giving Yang Ruolan a chance to talk back.
"Your father is depressed every day now, drinking to drown his sorrows. No one has washed your brother's clothes, he is like a mud monkey."
"Look at you, you What are you doing?”
“Are you still thinking about coming to Muzichuan, being the wife of a civil servant, and enjoying the glory and wealth?”
“Do you want face? Are you a human? You don’t even know how to speak gruffly. No?”
Yang Ruoqing pointed at Yang Ruolan's nose and cursed.
After scolding Yang Ruolan, she took a step back.
When Yang Ruolan came to her senses, she realized that she had unknowingly retreated from the west room to the entrance of the main room.
"Damn fat girl, how I want to live is my business, I want you to mind your own business!"
(End of this chapter)