Chapter 2600 Widow Liu’s Instructions (fourth update)
If there were no compelling reasons, he would definitely overcome all difficulties and come back to spend the New Year with his relatives at home.
On the opposite side, Mu Zichuan, who had been playing with the lid of the tea bowl, suddenly put the lid back.
"I thought of it!" he said.
"What? What did you think of?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.
Mu Zichuan said: "Before I came back, there was news from Daliao in the north, saying that Daliao's soldiers were getting ready to move at the border between the two countries."
"And it has been four years since Daliao There was a mutiny before, and King Yu, the uncle of the young emperor, took the emperor to order the princes. In the past few years, the various tribes in the north have been fighting continuously. "
King Yu?
Yang Ruoqing frowned.
Isn’t that the trash emperor uncle Tuoba Yu who took advantage of the opportunity when her mother-in-law Tuoba Xian followed Yan Huaian’s caravan disguised as they came south to see Luo Fengtang, and kidnapped Tang Yaozi’s cousin, the little emperor!
Damn careerist!
On the opposite side, Mu Zichuan's voice continued: "In the past, under the rule of Mrs. Xian, Daliao signed a thirty-year truce treaty with our Daqi."
"The two countries We have always been friendly neighbors and the border areas are peaceful. ”
"But in the past two years, Tuoba Yu has been in power, but it seems to have sent an unfriendly message."
"I guess the emperor has heard the news, so as the new year is approaching, Send all the generals to the capital to discuss this matter together!”
After listening to Mu Zichuan's analysis, Yang Ruoqing felt that maybe this was really the case.
“Brother Fengtang is the youngest and most promising general in Da Qi. The trained Luo Family Army is a sharp weapon in Da Qi’s army, a sharp weapon to kill the enemy.”
“ Moreover, Brother Fengtang himself performed a great job in escorting me during the early spring hunting.”
“ Now, there may be another war in the north, so Your Majesty has urgently asked Brother Fengtang to come to Beijing to discuss important matters. Since it involves military secrets, he is afraid that the carrier pigeons will be hunted by someone with intentions on the way, so it is not convenient for Brother Fengtang to elaborate in the letter. "
After listening to Mu Zichuan's analysis, Yang Ruoqing nodded silently.
"To be honest, I think so too. Otherwise, according to his character, it would be impossible not to go home for the New Year and not give a detailed explanation," she said.
Muzichuan nodded, "Yes, so Qing'er, don't think too much and make good preparations for the New Year. I believe that Brother Fengtang will come back to reunite with you after he has finished his busy work."
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled , "Well, if he's not at home, I will still make good preparations for the New Year, so that the elderly and children on both sides can have a lively New Year."
It's just that someone far away in the north , you are destined to be unable to come back in time this year.
You must take care of yourself when you are out there.
When I came out of Muzichuan's study, it was getting dark.
Widow Liu has also come down from the loom, where she is wearing an apron and preparing for the night's meal.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing come out, Widow Liu said: "Qing'er, why don't you eat here at night?"
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Thank you godmother for leaving the meal. No, I'm at home. They are still waiting for me to go back and talk.”
Widow Liu no longer forced her to stay, and the three of them left the main room together, only to see the dim sky in the yard outside.
The north wind has been blowing very hard these past two days, and when I came here before, it was blowing small ice particles.
At this moment, it started to snow lightly.
Mu Zichuan glanced at Yang Ruoqing's side and found that she did not bring rain gear.
"Qing'er, please wait a moment. I'll go back to the house to get the rain gear and I'll see it off for you." He said.
Before Yang Ruoqing could respond, he had already returned to the house.
Here, Widow Liu took Yang Ruoqing's hand and winked at her.
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, and then realized that Widow Liu had something to say to herself, and she still had to avoid Mu Zichuan.
She smiled knowingly and followed Widow Liu into the kitchen next to her.
"Godmother, just say what you want to say." She said with a smile.
But Widow Liu couldn't help but glance at the main room, and then said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "Qing'er, help your godmother to persuade Zichuan."
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"He's turning a year older every year. He's almost twenty-four." "The children of those who are the same age as him in the village are all seven or eight years old. There is not even a shadow of his marriage. This is really I’m so worried.”
Hearing Widow Liu’s words, Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that Mu Zichuan was indeed old.
In modern society, twenty-four is still a young person who has just stepped out of college.
But this was ancient times. Women came of age at fourteen and could propose marriage, and men could become fathers at fifteen or sixteen.
My grandparents are all in their early thirties.
Even for Luo Fengtang, who also married late and had children, he delayed it again and again just to wait for her.
But now, Luo Fengtang, who is the same age as Mu Zichuan, has a child who is almost three years old.
But Muzichuan was still alone, so he couldn't blame Widow Liu for being anxious.
"Goddess, don't worry. Zichuan was busy studying and learning before, but now he is focused on official matters. He is at the age when he is valued and reused. He has a bright future!"
"Ouch!" Widow Liu shook her head, "No matter how good your future is, to be honest, what if you become an emperor?" Ah.”
“Qing’er, you must help me persuade my son. Chuan, he listens to you. If you ask him to get married, he will definitely do it. When I speak, he responds with a face, turns around and throws it aside. It’s useless. I’m so anxious that my head is almost white. "
Widow Liu tugged at her temples to show Yang Ruoqing, oh, she was really gray.
Yang Ruoqing was secretly shocked, this was really an anxious white hair.
I pity the hearts of parents in the world.
"Godmother, don't worry, I will persuade him later on the way back." Yang Ruoqing said.
Widow Liu nodded repeatedly, with gratitude in her eyes.
"But, as for the word marriage, sometimes it depends on fate, and there is no rush." Yang Ruoqing continued.
Speaking of this fate, Widow Liu's face became a little sad, and there was countless guilt in her eyes.
"If I hadn't been so snobbish and let him marry you, we wouldn't be in such trouble now," she said.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "It can't be said that you are snobbish, godmother. If I were you, I wouldn't agree to let the outstanding son I worked so hard to raise marry a crazy, fat and An ugly girl should be a wife.”
These words were what Yang Ruoqing came to understand later.
At first I was a little resentful towards Widow Liu, especially towards Mu Zichuan.
Perhaps it’s because he just traveled through time, and the emotion before his death for the host is still very strong in his body.
So...
Times have changed, it is almost seven years now, and time can heal many things.
Widow Liu and Mu Zichuan, who came later, have indeed gotten better...
Yang Ruoqing wanted to give some more advice. At this time, Mu Zichuan came out of the hall, holding in his hand Holding two umbrellas.
"Qing'er, where are you?" He looked around.
"Here, here we come." Yang Ruoqing said and came out immediately.
Muzichuan was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said, "What are you two hiding in the kitchen talking about?"
Widow Liu, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, was a little flustered.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Just chat a few common words, let's go after the umbrella is brought."
Mu Zichuan nodded and handed the umbrella to Yang Ruoqing. .
When Yang Ruoqing took the umbrella, she thought that if it was Luo Fengtang, she must have opened the umbrella before giving it to him.
Or, two people share one umbrella.
Haha...
(End of this chapter)