On the way away from Uncle Fu's house, Mu Zichuan said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, I never thank you for your kindness. I will keep your kindness to my mother in mind."

"In the future, if you have any urge, even if it involves murder and arson, I, Mu Zichuan, will do it for you!"

Originally walking normally, she suddenly heard someone's "blood oath" in her ear. Yang Ruoqing turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

"Murder and arson? Don't scare me. Although I, Yang Ruoqing, am not a good person, I don't do bad things that are harmful to nature. Don't lead me astray." She said with a smile.

Muzichuan was also looking at her. Different from her mocking eyes that pretended to be relaxed, his eyes were deep, persistent, serious, and firm, like a deep pool that could not be seen to the bottom.

"I'm serious, I'm not joking." He said again.

"The prescription you got is the most critical. Without the prescription, nothing else can be discussed," he said.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh, she curled her lips and said: "Well, I can't help my godmother in other ways, I can only try my best to help her reduce her pain."

"Okay, Zichuan, let's stop talking about reciprocity and non-reciprocity between us brothers and sisters. Your home is just ahead. I just happened to visit my godmother, and I haven't come to visit her yet!"

When Yang Ruoqing and Mu Zichuan came to Lao Mu's house together, Liu Doukou was feeding Zichuan Niang millet porridge in the west room.

I almost drank the whole bowl to the bottom.

Seeing that their godmother had a good appetite, Yang Ruoqing and Mu Zichuan looked at each other, with secret happiness in their eyes.

"Mom, Qing'er is here to see you." Mu Zichuan said.

Zichuan Niang raised her head and saw Yang Ruoqing, with a smile on her face.

"Qing'er is here, sit down quickly," the woman said.

Yang Ruoqing responded and sat down on a stool next to her.

Liu Doukou looked towards Yang Ruoqing, smiled, nodded slightly, then turned around again and fed the last two spoons of millet porridge to Zichuan Niang.

After feeding, she got up and exited the west room.

From beginning to end, he did not look at Mu Zichuan, nor did he say a word to Yang Ruoqing directly.

Muzichuan's heart was clear, and his face was as calm as water, without any ripples.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, looked at Liu Doukou's hurried away figure, feeling secretly surprised.

When the two of them were washing themselves by the pond in the morning, this cousin Cardamom was still talking and laughing. Why has she become so reserved again after not seeing her for an hour or two?

It was as if it was the first time they met. Hey, this girl has such a changeable mind, so I don’t care.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and looked at the bed. Beside the bed, Mu Zichuan was talking to his mother.

Zichuan's mother took Mu Zichuan's hand and said: "Zichuan, I don't know how long my mother's body will last. It's not getting better or worse for a while. I can eat three meals a day.

I don’t know what’s going on.”

"Zichuan, you have been delayed for more than two months in order to serve your mother. If you really can't do it, just go out and buy two rough ladies and come back to serve me."

Hearing what his mother said, Mu Zichuan shook his head and refused without even thinking.

"I'll have a lot of time to do errands in the future, and mother, I'm the only one." He said solemnly.

"I don't feel comfortable leaving my mother's full power in the hands of those bought servants from outside. I have to be by your side to serve and accompany my mother, then I can rest assured!"

"Mom, you don't have to worry about me. To be honest, I asked His Majesty for a long leave when I came back this time, and Your Majesty also approved it."

"When mother gets well, we will go to the place where I will take office together, and I will continue to honor mother!" he said.

Zichuan Niang was so moved that she shed tears.

Yang Ruoqing quickly stood up and handed over a clean handkerchief.

"Godmother, stop crying, come on, wipe it." Yang Ruoqing said softly.

Zichuan Niang nodded, took the handkerchief Yang Ruoqing handed over and wiped it.

Yang Ruoqing gently held her shoulders and stroked her back.

Muzichuan, with his hands behind his back, stood by the bed and watched with a smile.

Zichuan Niang sighed in her heart, how wonderful it would be if these two children were her son and daughter-in-law!

As for Muzichuan, he was also in a daze for a moment.

If Qing'er were his wife, how perfect it would be!

Outside the west window, a pair of jealous eyes turned back and forth on Mu Zichuan and Yang Ruoqing like knives.

She was indifferent and distant when facing me, and she was polite when she called me "cousin". It was obvious that she treated me as an outsider.

When he was with Yang Ruoqing, my cousin smiled so kindly and happily, treating Yang Ruoqing as one of his own.

snort!

Liu Doukou turned around and entered the kitchen angrily. He sat at the mouth of the stove and vigorously folded a piece of thatch in his hand to vent his anger.

When leaving Lao Mu's house, I passed by the kitchen door.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Should Cardamom be in the kitchen? I'll go say hello to her..."

But his arm was grabbed by Mu Zichuan.

"No need to go," he said, then let go of his hand.

"Oh, okay then." Yang Ruoqing smiled, turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Muzichuan followed her step by step.

"You go back, there's no need to send him off. It's broad daylight and we are familiar with the roads." Yang Ruoqing came outside the courtyard wall, turned around and waved her hand towards Mu Zichuan.

Muzichuan nodded and smiled slightly, "I'm going to the school behind the village in the afternoon. Is there anything you want me to bring to my niece?"

His niece is naturally Luo Baobao.

Yang Ruoqing said: "There is nothing to bring. If you can stay until they return to the village after school, you can help me bring her back."

Mu Zichuan happily agreed, watched Yang Ruoqing leave, then turned around and returned to the house with satisfaction.

None of this escaped Liu Doukou's eyes.

She hid behind the small window in the kitchen and watched, full of doubts in her heart.

Growing up, she had always thought that her talented and beautiful cousin was a god, and she was indifferent to everyone.

She always thought that this was his pride, and it was this that attracted her deeply and made her fascinated by him.

From the moment she began to understand the relationship between men and women, she had only one idea in her mind, that is, she would not marry anyone other than her cousin.

In order to be able to marry her cousin, she turned down countless marriage proposals, including those from rich families and the children of officials in the county...

Today, she realized that her cousin was not indifferent by nature, but wanted to see the right person.

He can laugh, he likes to laugh, and he looks pretty when he smiles.

But his smile was not directed at her, his biological cousin, but at his god-sister, who had no blood relationship at all.

Moreover, the god-sister is already married to another woman, and the child is nine years old!

Why?

How am I inferior to that Yang Ruoqing?

I'm younger than her, prettier than her, gentler than her, and more willing to please you. Why don't you want to look at me more?
Chapter completed!