The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Xiao Ruiyuan's icy face was always expressionless. Even if his heart was beating like a drum and he was too nervous to say a word, others could not see through his true thoughts.

"Is the wound painful? Do you have any medicine with you? Do you want to change it again?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Yan thought he was in pain and quickly helped him sit down on the sofa. If we weren't living in this conservative era and the relationship between the two was not close enough to "open up to each other", she would have wanted to take off his clothes and examine his wounds herself.

Xiao Ruiyuan quickly came back to his senses and looked at the woman beside him. The tips of his ears were slightly red, and a flash of discomfort flashed across Qingjun's face: "The wound doesn't hurt, and there is no need to change the dressing. Yan'er is relieved."

After hearing this, Mo Yan saw that there was no pain on his face and knew that he was telling the truth and was not trying to be brave, so she felt relieved and sat next to him, with half an arm's distance between them.

It was not a problem to just sit there like this. Knowing Xiao Ruiyuan's character of not talking much, Mo Yan took the initiative to speak and asked him about some things at the border based on the content of the letter.

Knowing that she was interested in the customs and customs of the border, Xiao Ruiyuan tried his best to organize the language and combined it with his personal experience of living in the border a few years ago, and described it in great detail:

"... When you get up early in the morning and go to the street, you will see many people wearing different clothes selling various things on the street, including medicinal materials, animal skins, gems, and living animals. There are wolf cubs, tiger cubs... There is a kind of food called "fire rake", which is made of multi-grain noodles. Each one is made into the size of a small basin and roasted in the fire. It can be eaten dry or dipped in pepper soup. It's a bit rough to eat, but the taste is very fragrant. Many caravans traveling between the border and the Central Plains will buy a lot of dry food. When they are hungry, they will boil a pot of pepper soup and eat half of it to be full... "

The deep and clear voice, like the melodious sound of a flute, made Mo Yan feel immersed in it. Following his low tone, he dreamed up vivid and interesting pictures of border customs, as if he were immersed in the scene.

Xiao Ruiyuan was fascinated by the way the woman listened attentively, and he suddenly had the urge to take her to the border to experience it for himself.

Perhaps he was thinking too deeply, so he couldn't help but grab the woman's hand, and blurted out his thoughts: "Yan'er, are you willing to follow me to the border to see for yourself?"

Mo Yan was listening intently when she was suddenly interrupted. She raised her head and looked at Xiao Ruiyuan in a daze, obviously not reacting.

Xiao Ruiyuan was originally annoyed that such words and deeds were too much for Meng Lang. He was about to let go of his hand, but when he saw the woman's confused expression, he suddenly strengthened his inner thoughts. His voice unconsciously revealed a trace of nervousness, and he asked repeatedly: "Yan'er , are you willing to go with me to the border and see with your own eyes?"

Mo Yan raised her eyebrows, is this a different kind of confession?

Looking at the man in front of her who showed little emotion, she noticed that the big hand was faintly wet. A strange smile appeared on her face, and she said, seemingly true and false: "What if... what if I don't want to? Your family background I am prominent and an important minister in the court. I have made great contributions in defeating the Ba people. When the merits are rewarded, my power will surely rise to a higher level. I am just a low-status peasant girl. I have neither conquered the country nor conquered the city. I am beautiful and have no extraordinary talents, so how can I be worthy of standing side by side with you to view all the beauties in the world?"

They were just tentative words at first, but as they spoke, Mo Yan's heart felt a twinge of pain unconsciously, and the smile on her face could hardly be maintained.

Looking at the woman who was forcing a smile, Xiao Ruiyuan felt a dense pain in his heart. He never knew that his identity would put so much pressure on her. Is this the real reason why she didn't want to reply?