Inside the carriage, Yang Ruoqing listened to the conversation between the two through the curtain, and couldn't help laughing.

Ten Mu Zichuan can't compete with a fist from Tang Yanzi.

But Tang Lingzi has ten mouths, but he can't say Mu Zichuan.

Haha, these two people, one article and one martial arts, are just right together.

"We went to the county seat to visit a friend of Tang Yanzi."

Yang Ruoqing opened the curtain and played a round.

Mu Zichuan let out an "oh" and no longer dwelled on this topic.

He put the rain gear in his hand on the carriage and looked at Luo Fengtang with a smile.

"Tang Yanzi, we are brothers-in-law, you have to call me brother-in-law with Qing'er."

"Your brother-in-law, my legs are a little sore."

"As a brother-in-law, you don't mind giving me a ride, right?"

He asked with a smile.

Luo Fengtang was stunned.

Yang Ruoqing was also a little stunned.

Mu Zichuan didn't look like he was so tall in the past.

Why have you changed your style now?

What he said is reasonable.

If Tang Lingzi refused, he would look impersonal, and it also showed that he didn't care about her from the side.

Seeing that Luo Fengtang was in a dilemma, Yang Ruoqing coughed lightly.

"Then brother-in-law, you can come up." She spoke.

Seeing that she opened her mouth, Luo Fengtang didn't want to say anything more.

He glanced at Mu Zichuan with a warning look.

"Qing'er has spoken, you can come up."

He said.

"But I'm talking ugly ahead, you can be honest when you ride, dare to play tricks, and I'll throw you out immediately!"

Luo Fengtang said again.

Mu Zichuan smiled innocently: "Brother-in-law, don't spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." ”

Luo Fengtang tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Gentleman?

Will a gentleman pry a corner in front of someone else's fiancé?

Here, Mu Zichuan was about to enter the carriage upside down, but was dragged by Luo Fengtang.

"Where are you going? You're here! ”

He gestured to the spot next to him.

Want to sit with Qing'er? No way!

Mu Zichuan turned his head and looked at the empty position beside Luo Fengtang and froze.

"No, brother-in-law? This place is where you sit in the car, and I will naturally sit in the car! ”

"If you don't sit down, get out!"

Luo Fengtang didn't have a good airway, so he grabbed Mu Zichuan's rain gear and was about to throw it down.

"Whatever happens, okay, I'll sit!"

Mu Zichuan retreated and sat side by side with Luo Fengtang.

He couldn't help but glance at the curtain behind him.

Luo Fengtang slapped the car board hard.

"Sit tight, look around, don't blame me for not reminding me when I fall down!"

Mu Zichuan hurriedly retracted his gaze, sat down in a proper manner, and did not dare to move.

In the back carriage, Yang Ruoqing also leaned back, hugged the quilt and squinted to recuperate.

I wanted to hear the conversation between the two in front of me.

It's a pity that half of the communication is wooden.

After a while, Mu Zichuan couldn't help but turn his head and talk to Yang Ruoqing in the carriage behind.

"Qing'er, did you come over early this morning and have breakfast?"

"I've eaten it!"

Luo Fengtang rushed to answer.

Mu Zichuan glanced at Luo Fengtang, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

I didn't ask you!

He took the bookstack behind him to him, rummaged through it, and finally found an oiled paper bag.

Layer upon layer, he took out a white-flour steamed bun and leaned over to the carriage behind him.

"I have a steamed bun here, it's still hot, Qing'er, you can eat ......" Mu Zichuan said.

Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes and hurriedly said, "I can't eat it, you can eat it yourself, thank you." ”

"Just a steamed bun, a few bites, you can eat it, even if it is boring on the road......"

Mu Zichuan persuaded again.

Yang Ruoqing said again: "I really don't need it, I don't have that much appetite......"

Mu Zichuan wanted to persuade again, but suddenly, his fingers were empty.

Luo Fengtang's voice came from his ears: "You don't eat, I'll eat, I'm hungry!" ”

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses, and when he looked at it again, the steamed bun had been bitten off half by Luo Fengtang.

Mu Zichuan was so angry that he leaned back, and the green tendons on his forehead protruded slightly.

Luo Fengtang chewed heavily, his cheeks bulging.

Don't forget to glance sideways at Mu Zichuan, and said with a smile: "Don't say it, this steamed bun tastes good, is it?" ”

His gaze was on the bamboo tube.

Mu Zichuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly hugged the bamboo tube to protect it: "It's gone, the last one ......"

Luo Fengtang sneered: "Nine of the ten scholars are sour, and they are nervous like this when they eat a steamed bun from you, and they ......are stingy."

Mu Zichuan was also so angry that his face turned slightly pale.

A white-flour steamed bun costs a penny, and he bought it only when he was thrifty!

I wanted to please Qing'er, but it fell into your stomach, but I was angry!

Taking a deep breath, Mu Zichuan forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned around to talk to Yang Ruoqing in the carriage.

"Qing'er, Da'an and Dajie have both been studied, right?"

"Hmm."

"They are all studying in the school in Lijia Village?"

"Yes."

"The master of Lijia Village is not bad, he is strict with himself, he is also strict with his students, and he is very ......patient with words and deeds."

"Oh......"

"The last time I went to Qingming, I was planning to come home to sweep the tomb, but I was delayed for a few days after a small illness."

"Huh?"

"So this time, I deliberately took a leave of absence from my husband and went back to the village to stay for a few days."

"Oh......"

"In the past few days, I have free time, if Da'an Dajie doesn't understand anything about studying, you can let them come to me."

"Although I am not talented, I can guide their younger brothers who have just learned from school, but I am still competent...... Yes! ”

Mu Zichuan's words behind him haven't finished yet.

The body jerked back.

It turned out that someone had raised the whip.

"Drive! Drive! Drive! ”

The jujube red horse spread its hooves and rushed towards the direction of Changping Village in front of it like a gust of wind.

The carriage sped up violently, bringing with it a violent upheaval.

In the carriage, Yang Ruoqing held on to her seat, crying and laughing.

Someone's angry!

It's nothing for her to sit in the carriage, Mu Zichuan has a hard time now.

Ahead, Mu Zichuan was almost thrown out, but fortunately, Luo Fengtang dragged him at the critical moment.

He leaned against the board and looked up.

Just happened to see Luo Fengtang under the sun, looking down sideways.

"What's the point of riding in a carriage? I have to let go, sit tight! ”

Luo Fengtang joked.

Mu Zichuan's face turned red with anger.

Fools can see that Tang Lingzi is deliberate.

Mu Zichuan gritted his teeth and struggled to sit down again.

He couldn't talk anymore, and his hands clung to the handrails beside him.

My heart jumped to my throat.

It's the first time I've grown so big and sat in such a fast carriage.

The wind whistled past my ears.

The stomach was even more upside down.

He wanted to go down so much that he didn't sit down.

For the sake of face, he gritted his teeth and held on, but his face became more and more pale and ugly.

The carriage is about to arrive at Changping Village, and further ahead, there is the construction site of Yang Ruoqing's house.

You can see the busy figures of the craftsmen.

"Appeal ......"

Luo Fengtang calmed down the excited horses, and the carriage gradually stabilized from galloping.