Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "The speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention. It's up to you to understand it however you want."

After saying this, she turned around and picked up the wooden bucket at her feet, about to throw it into the well to get water.

A long, slender, white, and very beautiful finger pressed on the handle of the barrel.

"What are you doing?"

She raised her head and glanced sideways at him.

He looked at her, his clear and bright eyes smiling and blinking.

"Do you want to wash your clothes? I'll fetch water for you," he said.

The last time I came over to say goodbye to her, it was also at this well.

He could vividly remember the scene that day.

In the past six months, he has figured out a lot of things and realized a lot of truths.

Liking someone is not about the gorgeous words on your lips.

Instead, use your own behavior to interpret it.

Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised when she heard Mu Zichuan's words.

"You are now the Master of Juren in everyone's eyes. You don't have to work hard like fetching water, Master of Juren!"

She said, and with a little effort, the barrel came into her hand.

She stood aside with the bucket in hand, keeping the distance between her and him.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, he saw her obviously distant action.

Muzichuan frowned slightly.

On the way here, my high confidence was suddenly greatly reduced.

"Qing'er, do you have to treat me like this, talk to me like this?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said nothing.

Mu Zichuan then added: "What kind of master, what kind of celebrity, hehe..."

"Qing'er, I just hope that no matter how far I go or how high I fly, I will always be your brother Zichuan."

Brother Zichuan?

Yang Ruoqing shivered subconsciously, and her skin almost stood up.

"Muzichuan, just tell me, what's going on with you today?" She got back to her business.

Glancing at the sheets and quilts soaking in the big basin at my feet, the meaning was obvious.

Mu Zichuan understood.

He sighed softly: "If nothing happens, can't I just come and catch up with you?"

Yang Ruoqing shrugged slightly: "Muzichuan, it seems there is nothing to talk about between the two of us!"

"Qing'er, are you driving me away?" he asked.

"Is this really going to happen between us? Can't you be more patient with me?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

The most annoying thing is that I have to follow the scholars to chew on words and get confused.

She shook her head and was too lazy to pay attention to him. She turned around and threw the barrel in her hand into the well.

Then he held the well rope with both hands and began to lift water upwards.

Muzichuan rolled up his sleeves: "I'll do it..."

"You'd better go!" Yang Ruoqing said impatiently.

"Muzichuan, you don't have to be so attentive to me. I have said what needs to be said more than a thousand times," she said.

"We are not the same person. Please don't talk to me in private from now on. We have nothing to talk about. If the villagers see it, you still have to gossip!"

"Ah……"

Mu Zichuan's laughter contained a hint of sarcasm.

"Qing'er, what you said is really ridiculous." He said.

"You Yang Ruoqing, when have you ever been afraid of people's words and rumors?"

"You avoid me and drive me away like this. Ultimately, you don't want Luo Fengtang to be jealous, right?"

"boom!"

Yang Ruoqing placed the bucket heavily on the ground, and the water in the bucket splashed out.

Mu Zichuan quickly took a step back, fearing that his shoes, socks and robe would get wet.

"You're right, I really don't want Tang Yazi to misunderstand. So, please don't come to me again in the future, do you understand?"

Yang Ruoqing put her hands on her waist and asked.

The smile on Mu Zichuan's face completely disappeared.

His eyes became cold and he stared at her quietly.

"Luo Fengtang talks all the time. What's so good about him? How can I, Mu Zichuan, be inferior to him?"

he asked in a deep voice.

"Now I have won the imperial examination and won the favor of the nobles in the capital. As long as I keep working hard and make mistakes, it is inevitable that I will be successful in the future."

"Qing'er, why are you so stubborn?"

"If you follow Luo Fengtang, what can he give you?"

"Wealth? Status?"

"No, all he gives you is fear!"

He asked word for word.

It seemed that he wanted to wake up this lost lamb.

Hearing Mu Zichuan's words, Yang Ruoqing laughed angrily.

"Muzichuan, are you showing off to me?" she asked.

"Don't say that you just have the appreciation of a certain big shot in the capital, even if you become the emperor."

"Even if you are the best and most perfect man in the world."

"I don't like you, I just don't like you!"

"Even if Luo Fengtang lives a mediocre and miserable life."

"If I like him, I will never dislike him, and I will treat him as my life."

"Besides, I'm just making an analogy. You will never understand the real Luo Fengtang's excellence!"

"I've finished my words, let's go!"

She picked up the water and poured it into the big wooden basin.

Then he turned his back to Mu Zichuan and squatted there with his head buried in washing the clothes without looking at him again.

Muzichuan stood behind her blankly, watching her wash the clothes, his eyes and mind were empty.

Wherever gold and sincerity comes, gold and stone will open.

Her heart was harder than a stone, but he couldn't pry it open!

"Oh, isn't this Zichuan? Why are you here?"

Yang Huazhong's voice suddenly sounded.

Mu Zichuan looked over there and saw Yang Huazhong and Sun standing there at the door of the side courtyard.

Mu Zichuan was a little embarrassed, but still turned around and nodded lightly towards the couple.

"Yesterday Sanshu Yang sent Uncle Chang Geng to send congratulatory money, but he didn't go over to have a banquet."

"My nephew was entrusted by his mother to come to visit me."

Mu Zichuan suppressed the disappointment in his heart and squeezed out a smile.

Yang Huazhong smiled heartily: "Oh, your mother is too polite. Come on, let's go to the front yard to drink tea."

Yang Huazhong warmly invited Mu Zichuan to the front yard.

Before Mu Zichuan left, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Yang Ruoqing.

What was left to him was still the girl's indifferent back.

There was silence in Mu Zichuan's eyes, and he followed Yang Huazhong to the front yard in despair.

Here, Mrs. Sun watched Mu Zichuan leave, and the woman quickly came to the big wooden basin.
To be continued...