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!