If it weren't forcing things, he would definitely overcome all difficulties and come back to celebrate the New Year with his relatives at home.

Opposite, Mu Zichuan, who had been playing with the lid of the tea bowl, suddenly put the lid back.

"I thought of it!" he said.

"What? What did you think of?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.

Mu Zichuan said: "Before I came back, there was news from the Great Liao Dynasty in the north that it was said that the Great Liao soldiers were a little ready to move at the junction of the two countries."

"And since the Great Liao mutiny four years ago, the young emperor's uncle, King Yu, took the emperor to command the princes, and has been fighting among the northern tribes in recent years."

King Yu?

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Isn’t that the garbage uncle Tuoba Yu who took advantage of the gap where his mother-in-law Tuoba Xian followed Yan Huaian’s caravan to disguise himself from looking at Luo Fengtang and took over Tang Jizi’s cousin’s little emperor!

Damn ambitious!

Opposite, Mu Zichuan's voice continued: "In the past, under the rule of Mrs. Xian, Daliao signed a 30-year truce peace agreement with our Daqi."

"The two countries have always been friendly to neighboring countries, and the junction is peaceful."

"But in the past two years, Tuoba Yu has taken office, but it seems that he has conveyed a not-so-friendly message."

"I guess it was the emperor who heard the wind, so as the year approaches, we will go to the capital to discuss this matter!"

After listening to Mu Zichuan's analysis, Yang Ruoqing felt that this was the case.

"Brother Feng Tang is the youngest and promising general in Daqi. The Luo family army he trains is a sharp sword in the Daqi army, and it is a powerful weapon to kill the enemy."

"And, Brother Feng Tang himself has made great contributions to protecting his car during his hunting in the early spring of the year."

"Now, war may begin again in the north, so Your Majesty is anxious that Brother Zhaofeng Tang will go to Beijing to discuss major events. Because it involves military secrets, he is afraid that the carrier pigeon will be hunted by those who are interested on the way, so Brother Feng Tang is not convenient to explain in detail in the letter."

After listening to Mu Zichuan's analysis, Yang Ruoqing nodded silently.

"To be honest, I think so too. Otherwise, according to his personality, it would be impossible not to go home for the New Year and not give me a detailed explanation." She said.

Mu Zichuan nodded, "Yes, so Qing'er, don't think too much, prepare for the New Year well. I believe that Brother Feng Tang will naturally come back to reunite with you after finishing this time."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled, "Well, he is not at home, I will still prepare for the New Year, so that the elderly and children on both sides can have a good New Year."

However, someone far away in the north is destined to be unable to come back this year.

If you are outside, you must take good care of yourself.

When I came out of Mu Zichuan's study, it was getting darker.

Widow Liu also got off the loom and tied her apron there and was about to prepare the night meal.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come out, Widow Liu said, "Qing'er, why don't you eat here at night?"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Thank you for your godmother's leave for the meal. No need, my family is still waiting for me to go back and talk."

Widow Liu no longer forced herself to stay. The three of them left the main hall together, and saw that the sky in the yard outside was dim and dark.

There have been a huge north wind blowing these two days. When I came here, I was slicing small ice particles.

At this moment, light snow began to float.

Mu Zichuan glanced at Yang Ruoqing's side and found that she did not bring rain gear.

"Qing'er, please wait for a while. I'll go back to the house to get the rain gear and come to see you." He said.

Without waiting for Yang Ruoqing to respond, he had already returned to the house.

On this side, Widow Liu took Yang Ruoqing's hand and blinked at her.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and then she came over to Widow Liu, who was asking for something to say, and she wanted to avoid Mu Zichuan.

She smiled knowingly and followed Widow Liu into the kitchen next to her.

"Godmother, just say whatever you want." She smiled.

Widow Liu couldn't laugh, so she glanced at the main house, then whispered to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, please help your godmother persuade Zichuan."

"He will grow one year older in one year, and he is almost twenty-four."

"The children of the same age as him in the village are seven or eight years old. He doesn't even have a shadow of his marriage. This is really worrying."

After hearing Widow Liu's words, Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that Mu Zichuan was indeed old.

In modern society, Twenty-four is still a young man, and he has just walked out of the university.

But this is ancient times, when a woman became an adult at the age of fourteen, she could propose marriage, and a man could become a father at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

My grandparents were both middle-aged and middle-aged in their early thirties.

Even Luo Fengtang, who was also married and childbirth late, was delaying it again and again just to wait for her.

But now, Luo Fengtang, who is the same age as Mu Zichuan, is almost three years old.

But Mu Zichuan was still alone, and he couldn't blame Widow Liu for being anxious.

"Godmother, don't worry. Zichuan used to be busy studying and doing research, but now he is devoted to business. He is at the age of being valued and valued. His future is very good!"

"Ouch!" Widow Liu shook her head, "No matter how good the future is, if you say something ruthless, what if you become an emperor?"

"I don't even have a wife or half of my children. It's not 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 succeed. When I spoke, he responded and turned around and threw it aside. It's useless. I was so anxious that my head was almost white."

Widow Liu pulled down her temples and let Yang Ruoqing look at them. Oh, it was really white.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly shocked. This was really a anxious white hair.

Poor parents in the world.

"Godmother, don't worry, I'll persuade him on the way back later." Yang Ruoqing said.

Widow Liu nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of gratitude.

"But, the word "marriage" sometimes depends on fate, and you can't even be anxious." Yang Ruoqing continued.

Speaking of this fate, Widow Liu's face became a little darker, and there was even more guilt in her eyes.

"If I didn't want to be so snob at the beginning and let him get married to you, I wouldn't have made such a fuss now," she said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "This cannot be said to be your godmother, you are snobbish. If I were you, I would not agree to let my outstanding son whom I worked hard to marry a crazy, fat and ugly girl as my wife."

These words were Yang Ruoqing's later understanding.

At first, I was a little resentful to Widow Liu, and even more so with Mu Zichuan.

Perhaps because I just came over, the feeling before death about the host in my body was still very strong.

so……

Time has changed, and now it has been almost seven years, and time can smooth out a lot of things.

After adding, Widow Liu and Mu Zichuan did get better...

Yang Ruoqing wanted to persuade her a few more words, but at this time, Mu Zichuan came out of the main hall, holding two umbrellas in his hand.

"Qing'er, where are you?" He looked around.

"This is here." Yang Ruoqing said, and then came out.

Mu Zichuan was surprised, then smiled and said, "What are you two hiding in the kitchen?"

Widow Liu, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, was a little panicked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Talk a few words of home-cooked words. If you bring the umbrella, let's go."

Mu Zichuan nodded and handed the umbrella to Yang Ruoqing.

When Yang Ruoqing took the umbrella, she thought that if it were Luo Fengtang, she would definitely have spread the umbrella open before giving it to him.

Or, two people share an umbrella.

hehe……
Chapter completed!