If there were no unavoidable circumstances, he would definitely overcome all difficulties and come back to celebrate the New Year with his family and relatives.

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 that Daliao's soldiers were getting ready to move at the border between the two countries."

"Furthermore, ever since a mutiny broke out in Daliao four years ago, and the young emperor's uncle, King Yu, took the emperor to order the princes, there has been constant fighting among the various ministries in the north in the past few years."

King Yu?

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Isn't that the trashy 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 Yazi's cousin, the little emperor!

Damn careerist!

From the opposite side, Mu Zichuan's voice continued: "In the past, under the rule of Mrs. Xian, Daliao signed a thirty-year truce with Da Qi."

"The two countries have always been friendly neighbors, and the border area is also peaceful."

"But in the past two years, Tuobayu has been in power, but it seems to have sent an unfriendly message."

"I guess the emperor heard the news, so as the New Year is approaching, he sent all the military generals to the capital to discuss the matter!"

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 Luo Family Army he trained is a sharp weapon in Da Qi's army, a sharp weapon for killing enemies."

"Furthermore, Brother Fengtang himself has done a great job in protecting the hunter during the early spring hunting."

"Nowadays, 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 also 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 raised her lips and smiled, "Well, if he is 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 happy New Year."

But, for someone far away in the north, you are destined to be unable to come back in time this year.

When you are out there, you must take care of yourself.

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 coming 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, my family is still waiting for me to talk when I get back."

Widow Liu no longer forced her to stay, and the three of them left the main room together. They saw that the sky in the courtyard outside was dim.

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.

Muzichuan glanced at Yang Ruoqing's side and found that she did not bring rain gear.

"Qing'er, 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.

Without waiting for Yang Ruoqing to 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, please help your godmother to persuade Zichuan."

"He's getting 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, and there is not even a shadow of his marriage. This is really worrying."

After hearing Widow Liu's words, Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that Mu Zichuan was indeed older.

In modern society, twenty-four is still a young person who has just stepped out of college.

But this was ancient times, when a woman came of age at fourteen, she could propose marriage, and a man could become a father 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.

"Godmother, don't worry. Zichuan was busy studying and doing academic work 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, if you want to be treasonous, what if you become the emperor?"

"If you don't even have a wife and half of your children, it wouldn't be fun to be an emperor or a supreme emperor."

"Qing'er, you must help me persuade Zichuan. He will listen to you. If you ask him to get married, he will definitely get married. When I spoke, he responded on his face, turned around and threw it aside.

It’s no use, I’m so anxious that my head is almost turning white.”

Widow Liu tugged at her temples to show Yang Ruoqing, oh, she was really gray.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly shocked, this was really a gray hair born from anxiety.

I pity the hearts of parents in the world.

"Godmother, don't worry, I'll persuade him on the way back later," Yang Ruoqing said.

Widow Liu nodded repeatedly, with gratitude in her eyes.

"However, the word "marriage" sometimes 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 allowed him to marry you, I wouldn't be in such trouble now," she said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "This can't be said to be snobbish, godmother. If I were you, I wouldn't be able to agree to let the outstanding son I worked so hard to raise marry a crazy, fat and ugly girl.

ah."

These words were Yang Ruoqing's later realization.

At first I was a little resentful towards Widow Liu, especially towards Mu Zichuan.

Perhaps it was because he had just traveled through time, and the emotions he felt about the host before his death were still very strong in his body.

so……

Times have changed, it's almost seven years now, and time can heal a lot of things.

Widow Liu and Mu Zichuan have really gotten better after adding...

Yang Ruoqing wanted to persuade her a little more, but at this time, Mu Zichuan came out of the hall, holding two umbrellas in his hand.

"Qing'er, where are you?" He looked around.

"Here, here we come." Yang Ruoqing said and came out immediately.

Mu Zichuan 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 with us for a few common words. Let's go after we brought the umbrella."

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.
Chapter completed!