"I have nothing to say to you, please leave quickly." She said without looking back.

"No, I have to say this now..."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab her hand.

She turned sideways and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Speak nicely, and then I'll chop off your stupid hands with my hands and feet!" she said displeased.

Mu Zichuan lowered his head and glanced at the five-finger black mark on his shoulder, which was still stained with yellow and black pig food, and his face immediately turned bad.

He quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped it hurriedly.

It's obvious that he has mysophobia.

Yang Ruoqing snorted, turned around and walked to the well in front.

After he finished wiping, he followed him to the well.

Having learned the lesson just now, I don’t dare to get too close this time.

Watching her fetching water from a distance of five steps.

"Qing'er, don't be upset. I didn't mean it just now. I offended you out of necessity. I'll apologize to you..."

He looked at her face and said cautiously.

Yang Ruoqing didn't care about him.

He took the bucket tied with a long rope from the well and threw it into the well, then leaned over and put both hands out.

Slowly lift a bucket of water up to the wellhead.

On the side, Mu Zichuan sorted out his words and then said: "Qing'er, I will go to Changhuaizhou to take the provincial examination in two days."

"This time I go back and forth. When the results are issued, I'm afraid it will take three months to return to the village."

"As long as you nod, once I pass the exam, even if I can't return to the village immediately, I will ask someone to send a message to my mother."

"Ask her to invite a matchmaker to your door and propose marriage to you, will you agree?"

He asked with a serious look on his face.

Flowers and candles in the bridal chamber and inscription on the gold medal have been the two great pleasures in life since ancient times.

If you win the title of Juren, Qing'er will be the wife of the judge. What an honor is this?

In Mu Zichuan's expectation, this honor would definitely touch Qing'er's heart and make her change her mind.

So, after saying all this, he looked at her proudly and expectantly.

I want to see her surprised reaction.

But--

She acted as if she didn't hear anything, and washed her hands with the bucket of clear well water that had just been drawn.

"Qing'er, I'm discussing our lifelong affairs with you, why don't you respond?"

he asked in surprise.

This time, Yang Ruoqing finally reacted.

She raised her eyelids and glanced at Mu Zichuan, then smiled.

Seeing her smile, he smiled too.

She knew that the so-called perseverance she and Tang Yazi had was ultimately not worth the glory and wealth in this world.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak.

"puff!"

A bucket of refreshing water was poured over the head.

Mu Zichuan became a drowned rat. He froze on the spot, looking straight at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing put down the empty bucket in her hand and raised the corners of her lips.

"Muzichuan, do you have itchy skin or mouth? I've said a lot of direct, tactful and rejection words, but why can't you understand?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Today is the last time. I, Yang Ruoqing, will tell you formally."

"Don't say that you are going to Changhuaizhou to take the examination. Even if you go to Jinluan Palace to take the No. 1 Scholar examination, after the imperial examination is issued, I, Yang Ruoqing, will not hesitate to be your No. 1 Scholar wife!"

Every word she spoke was clear and clear, without any ambiguity.

Mu Zichuan covered his chest, looking confused.

"Why do you treat me like this? Qing'er, what's wrong with me? Madam Juren has already promised you in advance!"

"Is this how you waste your sincerity?"

He asked in a deep voice, every word seemed to be crying blood.

This statement successfully made her laugh.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the overturned empty bucket on the ground.

"Your sincerity? Haha..."

"I don't know what your sincerity is, and I'm not interested in understanding it."

"I only know that if this person were Luo Fengtang instead."

"He will never stand aside and watch me fetch water."

"What is the truth?"

"Let me tell you, I really don't need your bullshit sweet words."

"Sincerely, I want to wash my hands. Please help me get a bucket of water."

"Sincerely, I want to cook, please help me stuff the firewood."

"The truth is, I am feeding the pigs, and you help me maintain order among the pigs and prevent them from robbing and fighting."

"Sincerity is not a wealth that pours into the sky, and sincerity is not a privilege for a married woman."

"Sincerity is actually very simple. Unfortunately, you, Mu Zichuan, are too complicated. I don't need your sincerity, and I don't care about it either."

"The back door is there, please get out!"

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the back door of the courtyard over there and looked at Mu Zichuan coldly.

Mu Zichuan stood on the same spot, with strands of water still dripping from his hair, and not even a single patch of his body was dry.

He kept looking at the girl in front of him.

In her eyes, he saw only indifference and alienation.

Disgust and contempt.

Muzichuan didn't know how he got out of Yang Ruoqing's backyard.

Along the way, he was confused and confused, like a man who had lost his soul.

The villagers he met gave him curious glances.

He didn't care.

Yang Ruoqing's words kept swirling in my mind and ears.

sincere?

What is sincerity?

I, Mu Zichuan, have dug my heart out for you, but in the end I am still so worthless?

hehe……

hehe……

…

Seeing that Mu Zichuan finally left, Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

If possible, she didn't want to have a grudge with this person.

There is a saying that it is better to resolve enemies than to make enemies.

However, he said those nonsense again and again and still thought he was right.

Use those empty names as bait.

This is a kind of disrespect and a blasphemy against feelings.

She despised this very much.

She let out a breath and turned around.

She was surprised when she saw a certain man standing not far behind her.

"Ah? Didn't you go to the mountains? How did you come back?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang smiled softly, "One of the brothers in the herb collection team sprained his foot, so I will send him back to the village to rest, and then stop by to drink tea before going back to the mountain."

He said, raising his feet and coming towards her.

"Oh," she nodded, and when she thought of something, she asked him again: "When did you come here?"

Luo Fengtang did not answer her immediately. Instead, he came to the well and leaned over to straighten the wooden barrel that she had overturned.

Then he straightened up and stretched out his long arms to hug her directly.

"Why are you hugging me? I just finished feeding the dirty pigs..."

It was a clear day and Xiaoping and the others were in the front yard, but she felt a little embarrassed.

But he hugged her tighter, not letting her break away.

"I came back from the mountains and I'm dirtier than you, so I just want to give you a hug..." He chuckled.

He rested his chin on the top of her hair and kissed her hair gently.

This time, she felt even more embarrassed.

She placed her palms on his hard and strong chest, gently pushed away a little distance, and looked up at him.

"You haven't answered me yet. When did you come here?" she asked.

He looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "Mu Zichuan promised you that you would be a wife."

"Well……"
Chapter completed!