Widow Liu slowly turned her head and looked at Mu Zichuan, "Then you promise mother to find a wife for you, get married and have children?"

Muzichuan froze for a moment, and slowly released his fingers from Widow Liu's body.

"Mom, please redeem your son's unfilial piety. My son really can't do this!" he said.

"Why can't you do it? Are you still pretending to be someone you shouldn't pretend to be?" Widow Liu asked.

Mu Zichuan's face paled, and then he shook his head: "No, no..."

"Zhizi Mo Ruomu, please stop lying to me. The way you looked at Qing'er at the dinner table that day, even a fool can see that you are still obsessed with her!" she said.

Muzichuan's face turned pale.

"It's nothing, I really just protect Qing'er as my younger sister, don't say that..."

"If you really think what you say and have completely stopped thinking about Qing'er, then you should listen to your mother and make a marriage arrangement at home. Give me a grandson as soon as possible and let me hold it. From now on, you can

Just straighten it out if you like!”

Mu Zichuan shook his head, "No, absolutely not, I don't want to marry!"

The mother and son had a falling out again.

From the next day, Widow Liu began to lie in bed and could not get up. She said she was ill. She would not eat, drink, go to the ground, or talk to Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan came to the house to serve tea and food to Widow Liu, but Widow Liu ignored her.

Mu Zichuan had no idea, so he stayed like this for three days, watching Widow Liu become so hungry that she was skin and bones, her eye sockets were sunken, and her cheekbones were protruding.

Muzichuan was really anxious now, and he was too guilty to go to Sun for help, so he let them persuade him.

I could only worry at home alone, kneeling in front of Widow Liu's bed.

But this time Widow Liu seemed to be determined after eating the weight. If Mu Zichuan didn't let go, she would starve to death.

On the fourth day, Widow Liu was so hungry that she couldn't sit still and could only lie down.

I also started to vomit.

Mu Zichuan couldn't bear it anymore, and knelt in front of Widow Liu's bed, "Mom, please don't do this, my son is afraid."

"As long as you are willing to eat, my son will promise you anything. You can do whatever you want!"

These words were like a dose of good medicine, and Widow Liu's eyes, which had been dim for several days, suddenly regained their vitality.

She turned her head and looked at him in disbelief: "Seriously?"

Mu Zichuan raised his hand, "As a gentleman, a horse is hard to catch. As long as your mother is good, your son will agree to anything."

Let me eat well and take good care of myself first. After my mother takes good care of herself, she will go to Huguang County to take office after the Chinese New Year.

The first thing to do when a new official takes office is that he will be busy with official duties, so he will naturally use an excuse to avoid getting married, so that my mother will not be upset.

Widow Liu jumped out of bed and said, "I'm hungry, I want to eat!"

Seeing that his delaying plan worked, Mu Zichuan was overjoyed and quickly stood up and told the two maids in the room: "Hurry up and bring the food."

The two little maids responded and hurried to carry it.

Widow Liu ate two large bowls of rice in one go, and her strength returned immediately.

I could have eaten the third bowl, but considering that I hadn't eaten for several days and suddenly eating too much was not good for my health, I had to hold back.

"Bring me some clothes and shoes. I'm going outside to get some fresh air and visit the house." Widow Liu then ordered the two little maids.

One of the two little maids brought some clothes, and the other brought hot water to wash Widow Liu's face and comb her hair.

Seeing the mother-in-law walking out of the house in high spirits, Mu Zichuan felt both relieved and guilty.

I'm sorry, mother, having a grandchild is a trivial matter to others, but to you, it is a huge difficulty.

The only thing to blame is my son, who still hasn't been able to overcome the hurdle in his heart and still can't forget Qing'er.

The son cannot marry another woman. If he rashly marries another woman, it will not bring her happiness, but will delay the life of an innocent woman.

My son doesn't want to commit any crime, so please forgive me.

Until Widow Liu's figure completely disappeared from sight, Mu Zichuan turned around and returned to the house.

He did not read or write, but opened the box, took out a bundle of scrolls tied with ribbons, and then spread them out one by one on the desk to read.

The pictures on these scrolls all show the same person.

When she was a child, she was silly and chubby, holding a handful of wild dates in her hand.

A drop of crystal saliva hung on the corner of her mouth...

In her prime, she became a bit more animalistic, with two pigtails, bright eyes, and a playful smile.

And when she was a girl, her waist became thinner and her chest gradually expanded.

But he was very strong, standing by the pond, holding a bucket in each hand.

There are many more, all about her. They are opened on the desk and at a glance, they are like a microcosm of a girl's growth process.

The facial features, eyes and smile are lifelike.

As if he were standing in front of him alive, smiling, he leaned down and his obsessed eyes wandered over the picture, lingering on it.

These paintings were accumulated over the years, especially when he was in Helanzhou, where he was besieged by rebels.

He was afraid of death, afraid that if he died he would never see her again.

He longed to die, so that in the next life he could find her earlier and no longer be indifferent or disgusted with her.

When they meet again in the next life, he must give her care and warmth as soon as possible, so that when she first falls in love, she can only see him at first sight.

So during that period of siege, he missed her crazily and painted her crazily.

…

While Mu Zichuan was lying on Yang Ruoqing's many scrolls and mumbling to himself, Widow Liu was in the backyard kitchen with Mrs. Sun. Widow Liu was helping Sun make dumplings while begging Sun for things in a low voice.

"I haven't been here in my hometown for the past two years, and I don't know much about the girls here who haven't spoken to my husband's family yet,"

"Ms. Qing'er, you are more familiar with this than me, and you are more popular than me. Please help me keep an eye on it to see which girl is suitable for me," Widow Liu said.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said: "Oh my God, Zichuan is both talented and beautiful. He has everything he wants. Why do we need to inquire about his marriage?"

"As long as you let out a little bit of news, families with girls from ten miles and eight villages will come to inquire about you. Who doesn't want to marry Zichuan?"

Mrs. Sun was telling the truth. Mu Zichuan was indeed excellent, and precisely because he was so excellent, the daughters of villagers, as well as the wealthy families in the town, did not dare to come and climb up the ranks.

Here, Widow Liu continued: "I'm still a little worried. My Zichuan is almost twenty-seven after the Chinese New Year, so he's a bit old."

"Those girls, when they reach adulthood at the age of fourteen, they have to talk to their husband's family, and when they are fifteen or sixteen, how can they get married at the same age?" She asked again.

"If you marry a fourteen-year-old, you will be more than a year older than others. I'm worried that they won't be willing to marry..."
Chapter completed!