THE FIERCE FARM GIRL HAS A SECRET SPACE

1032: Chapter 1032: Worry (39) 1032: Chapter 1032: Worry (39) "If this gets out, do you think Yang Rusong's title as a Scholar can be preserved?" Yang Ruxin pointed at Yang Rusong. "Do you think he still has the qualifications to continue with the imperial examination? Feng Caie, don't mistake my resign for cowardice. I've given you enough face, don't push your luck..." "No... Impossible... This..." "So would you like me to have Godfather issue a warrant for her arrest?" "No..." Feng Caie swallowed her saliva.

"Xinxin, your second aunt has been bewitched," Yang Baichuan said as he walked over and took Feng Caie away briskly. "We need to hurry and set up the tomb so we can get back and hang the couplets..." Yang Rusong had heard as well. He glanced at Xun Hui and then toward Yang Ruxin, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end couldn't utter a single word, and followed along as if his soul had left his body. After hearing Yang Ruxin's words, the anger that Yang Peili had felt earlier also dissipated. He glanced awkwardly at everyone and then hurried off.

"Hmph!" Sanni snorted coldly. "They are all cold and indifferent at heart..." "Mother..." Erni held Xun Hui's hand. "I'm fine, let's go." Xun Hui sniffled. "With you all by my side, your mother will be alright. Let's hurry and tell your father that our lives have improved..." Because this was a graveyard, it was inevitable that Yang Ruxin and the others would run into each other again. For some reason, the people from the old house didn't say a word this time; they quickly burned the paper money they had brought and, after the old man Yang led his grandsons to kowtow, left hurriedly.

However, Xun Hui was unhurried as she arranged the offerings, muttering to Yang Baiyue while doing so, and even shed some tears in the end. Watching the gravestone, Yang Ruxin felt an overwhelming sense of irony. She thought she would have to wait for an opportunity to visit her own grave. As they descended the mountain, the sky grew dark again, looking as though it was about to snow. Indeed, after lunch, it began to snow. Gu Yao and a group of children started hanging couplets, which were written by Gu Qingheng, filling the courtyard with laughter and merriment.

However, Gu Qingheng stood under the eaves, looking up at the sky with a heavy heart. "Has something happened?" Yang Ruxin walked over. "The snow in the north is heavier this year," Gu Qingheng nodded slightly, "and in Yuan Country, it's even more severe. It's been snowing for half a month now. If it continues, there will definitely be disasters of cold and snow..." Yang Ruxin frowned. If the grassland was frozen, it would be a catastrophe for the nomadic nation. And if Yuan Country didn't want its people to freeze or starve to death, it would certainly wage war to seize food...

and the target of the plunder would undoubtedly be the Great Xuan Dynasty. The Yuan Dynasty had been eyeing the Xuan Dynasty like prey, and after being beaten back and recuperating for so many years, they had never found a reason to go to war. If they used the cold snap as a pretext, they would surely gain the support of the people of Yuan. So... "Xinxin, I..." Gu Qingheng struggled to find the words. He wanted to protect Ruxin and give her the freedom to live as she pleased. To do so, he needed to rise high in rank.

The imperial examination would take too long, so military merit was his best prospect. Moreover, as the man of the Crown Prince, and the Crown Prince being the heir, in the event of war, he would definitely not stand idle, his men would certainly be dispatched to battle.