“I have nothing to say to you, just leave.” She said without turning around.

“No, I have to say this today…”

He reached out his hand, wanting to grab hers.

As she sidestepped, she slapped him on the shoulder.

"Speak properly, or I'll chop off your pig hands!" she said unpleasantly.

Muzi Chuan lowered his head and glanced at the five-fingered black mark on his shoulder, still stained with yellowish-black pig food. His face immediately turned bad.

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He hastily took out a handkerchief and wiped it frantically.

It's obvious he has OCD.

Yang Ruoqing snorted and turned to walk to the well at the front.

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He wiped himself clean and followed to the well.

Having learned my lesson from before, this time I dare not get too close.

Five steps away, I watched her draw water.

"Qinger, don't be angry. I didn't mean to offend you just now. It was a moment of desperation, and I apologize for my behavior."

He looked at her face and said cautiously.

Yang Ruqing ignored him.

A bucket with a long rope tied to it was dropped into the well. Then, he bent down and thrust both hands out.

Slowly lift a bucket of water up to the well opening.

At the side, Mu Zichuan organized his words and then said: "Qing'er, I will be going to Chang Huai Zhou in two days to take the township examination."

"This trip back and forth, until the postings are released, it will probably take three months to return to the village."

"As long as you nod your head, once I pass the imperial examinations and become a juren, even if I can't return home immediately, I will have someone send a letter to my mother."

"Shall you allow her to have a matchmaker come to your door and propose marriage?"

He asked earnestly.

A wedding night and getting one's name on the golden list are two great joys in life since ancient times.

To have passed the imperial examinations and become a juren, Qinger would then be the wife of a juren. What an honor that would be!

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Then, after saying all that, he looked at her with a smug and expectant expression.

I want to see her surprised reaction.

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But——

She acted as if she hadn't heard a word. She washed her hands with the fresh, clear well water that had just been drawn.

"Qing'er, I'm discussing our lifelong matters with you. Why don't you respond?"

He asked in surprise.

This time, Yang Ruoqing finally reacted.

She raised an eyebrow to glance at Mu Zichuan, then smiled.

When she smiled, he smiled too.

I knew it all along, her so-called unwavering commitment to Tang YaZi would ultimately be no match for the allure of wealth and status in this world.

He opened his mouth, just about to speak.

"Pff!"

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A bucket of cool, refreshing water is poured over the head.

Mu Zichuan became a drowned rat, he froze in place, his eyes fixed on Yang Ruohong.

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Yang Ruqing put down the empty bucket in her hand and curled the corner of her lips.

"Mu Zi Chuan, are you itchy or is your mouth itchy? I've given you a whole bunch of direct and indirect refusals, how come you still don't understand?"

Yang Ruqing asked.

“Today is the last time, I Yang Ruqing will formally tell you.”

Even if you were to go to Chang Huai Prefecture to take the examination for a juren, or even to the Golden Hall to take the imperial examination and become the number one scholar, I, Yang Ruqing, would not care about being your champion's wife!

She spoke clearly and distinctly, every word precise and unambiguous.

Mu Zi Chuan covered his chest, looking completely puzzled.

“Why are you treating me like this? Qing'er, what have I done wrong to you? Even your husband has already promised to marry someone else!”

"Is this sincerity how you treat it?"

He asked in a low voice, each word as if weeping.

This sentence successfully made her laugh.

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Yang Ruoqing pointed at the overturned empty barrel on the ground.

"Your sincerity? Hehe…"

"I don't understand what your true intentions are, and I have no interest in figuring them out."

"All I know is, if I were Luo Fengtang today..."

He would never stand by and watch me do all the work.

"What is true love?"

"Let me tell you, sincerity doesn't need those empty sweet words of yours. "

“To be honest, I need to wash my hands. Could you help me fetch a bucket of water?”

“What I really mean is, I'm going to start cooking. Can you help me put in some firewood?”

“Honestly, I'm feeding the pigs and you're helping me keep them in order so they don't fight or swarm."

“True sincerity is not like wealth falling from heaven, nor is it the honor of a scholar's wife.”

"True feelings are actually quite simple, it's a pity, Mu Zi Chuan, you are too complicated. Your sincerity, I don't need it, nor do I desire it."

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"The back door is over there, get out!"

Yang Ruqing pointed at the backyard gate on that side, staring coldly at Mu Zichuan.

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Mu Zichuan stood there, water still dripping from his hair, and not a single piece of his clothing was dry.

He stared intently at the girl in front of him.

In her eyes, he saw only coldness and distance.

Disgust and contempt.

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Mu Zi Chuan didn't know how he got out of Yang Ruohuang's backyard.

Along the way, he was dazed and confused, like a man who had lost his soul.

Every villager they met cast a curious glance their way.

He didn't care to pay any attention.

Yang Ruqing's words kept echoing in my mind, by my ears.

Really?

What is true heart?

I, Mu Zi Chuan, have poured my heart and soul into you, but in the end, it's still worthless. Hehe...

Hehe...

Seeing Mu Zichuan finally leave, Yang Ruqing let out a sigh of relief.

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If possible, she also didn't want to make an enemy out of this person.

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It is said that enemies should be reconciled rather than made.

But he kept saying those pointless things, thinking he was being smart.

Use those hollow titles as bait.

This is a kind of disrespect, and it's a desecration of emotions.

For this reason, she looked down on him.

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She let out a breath and turned around.

Upon seeing a man standing not far behind her, she was surprised.

“Oh? Didn’t you go to the mountains? Why are you back?” she asked.

Luo Fengtang smiled gently, "A brother from the medicine-gathering team twisted his ankle, so I'm sending him back to the village to rest first. I'll come up the mountain after finishing my tea."

He said, taking a step towards her.

"Oh," she nodded, then thought of something and asked him, "When did you come?"

Luo Fengtang didn't answer her right away, but went to the well. He first bent down and straightened the bucket she had knocked over.

Then, straightening up, he stretched out his arms and pulled her directly into his embrace.

"What are you hugging? I just fed the pigs and my body is dirty..."

Under the bright blue sky, Xiaoping and her friends were in the front courtyard. She felt a little embarrassed.

He held her even tighter, not letting her break free.

"I came back from the mountains, dirtier than you. I'd just like a hug..." he chuckled lowly.

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His chin rested on the top of her head, and he gently kissed her hair.

Now she was even more embarrassed.

Her palm rested against his hard, solid chest, gently pushing him back a little, her gaze lifted to meet his.

"You haven't answered me yet, when did you get here?" she asked.

He looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "Mu Zichuan promised to make you his wife back then."

"Uh..."

Her eyes flickered.

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