Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Before Yang Ruoqing, the previous owner of Moye Sword was the former empress.

This Moye Sword slept in the empress's coffin for hundreds of years until she met Yang Ruoqing and recognized its owner again.

During these years of use, Yang Ruoqing has discovered the beauty of this sword. It can really cut iron like clay. When it is exposed, it will give a strong shock.

It's just used in this kind of situation, but it's still very rare.

Hang it outside the bed tonight, just in time to test its evil-proofing effect!

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or something else, but since Mo Xie's sword was hung on the curtain, the cold wind that had been sneaking into the house suddenly disappeared without a trace.

And outside in the yard, the walls, branches, and even the roof...

The feeling that the rustling could not alarm the secret guards, but was very permeable, also faded away little by little.

At first, the barking of dogs in the distant villages disappeared, and the huge Changping Village seemed as quiet as death.

And now, the sound of dogs barking far and near came intermittently. Although it was a bit ethereal, it was vivid and real in this night.

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the two children were sleeping peacefully, her own eyelids gradually began to twitch and she fell into sleep.

There was a white mist ahead, and a child's voice came from the mist.

"Mother……"

Yang Ruoqing was in a trance, knowing in her heart that she was dreaming again. She came to that dream world again, the riverside behind a community in the urban-rural fringe...

"Mother……"

It's a tumultuous sound.

But it’s a bit different.

Because Tuantuan's voice is the sound of a child, very tender.

The voice was obviously that of a slightly older child, and it sounded like it was a girl.

That's not my group.

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, but her legs in her dream were chasing the white mist uncontrollably.

Then, she saw the white mist dissipate, saw the pink backpack by the river, and saw the child flopping in the middle of the river.

It was a girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, struggling in the water.

She was calling 'Mom', and every time she opened her mouth, the river water poured into her mouth and nose one after another, choking her and unable to open her eyes.

Her body was bouncing up and down in the water like a buoy. I don’t know if the child lost her footing and fell into the water, or something else. She was struggling to survive, but every struggle made her farther and farther away from the river bank...

"Don't panic, kid, I'll save you!"

The scene in front of her made Yang Ruoqing temporarily lose herself, and she could no longer tell whether this was reality or a dream.

But no matter which one it was, there was a voice in her head driving her to save it.

‘Poof! ’

She thought she had jumped into the water.

She could even feel the cold water splashing on her face.

However, when she opened her eyes, she found that the scene had changed.

She was still standing on the shore.

She saw a thin woman with a low ponytail and an apron tied around her waist running out from behind the community in a panic.

The woman ran and called the child's name.

Then, as if she was guided by something, she ran straight to the river.

She saw the schoolbag by the river and the figure floating slowly in the water.

"what……"

The shrill cries made Yang Ruoqing's eardrums tingle.

She subconsciously covered her ears and squatted on the ground.

The woman's heartbreaking cries poured into her ears from all directions, pulling on her eardrums and getting into her brain, causing her brain to shake.

The woman's cries were like sharp weapons attacking Yang Ruoqing's body and mind. But amid this steady stream of painful attacks, scenes of unfamiliar scenes and conversations were intermittently transmitted into Yang Ruoqing's mind.

She saw a small, cozy room where a woman was cooking in the kitchen and her daughter, who had just entered junior high school, was doing homework in the living room. The mother and daughter were eating simple meals together, talking and laughing.

The wall of the living room is covered with awards, ranging from good children in kindergarten to outstanding student leaders in junior high school.

As time goes by, women reach menopause, and children also reach the period of youth rebelliousness.

The relationship between mother and daughter gradually became tense.

On a seemingly peaceful afternoon, the mother and daughter had a heated argument over something trivial, and then the woman took out a failed exam paper from her daughter's schoolbag...

The woman was feeling unwell that day and was a little impulsive, so she accidentally slapped her daughter.

My daughter slammed the security door and went to school.

The woman stood on the balcony and watched her daughter disappear at the door of the community.

She wanted to catch up and say sorry to her child, but the emotion hadn't completely faded yet, so she didn't go downstairs.

But the look she saw while standing on the balcony that day was the last time in her life as she watched her daughter leave...

She put away the lunch dishes and her emotions, thinking about picking up her daughter from school early in the evening and taking her to the street to eat what she liked.

She was a mother who was not good at words, and she was embarrassed to apologize. She thought that after dinner, she would take her daughter to buy the picture album she had wanted a long time ago, which would be regarded as her apology...

Until the head teacher called and asked why my daughter was absent from class for no reason?

Only then did she realize that her daughter had walked out of the community gate but did not go to school.

At that time, 10,000 bad guesses flooded into her mind, especially the Suyuan case in Kimchi Country flashed through her mind.

While calling her husband who was working far away, she hurriedly went downstairs and searched around the community like a headless fly...

Until I saw my daughter’s schoolbag by the river...

"Qing'er? Qing'er!"

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Wake up, Qing'er!"

"Sister? Sister, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with my sister?"

"Mother? Mother..."

"There's something wrong. Hurry up and ask Wangsheng to come over."

"I'm afraid this situation can't be cured? How about inviting Taoist priest Yuan to come?"

"Hurry up, go to the Taoist temple..."

There were messy sounds in his ears, and different hands, big and small, were gently slapping his cheeks and pushing him.

Especially Yang Ruoqing heard the calls of Tuantuan, Yuanyuan and Luo Baobao one after another.

Her eyes shot open.

The bright light instantly penetrated her eyes, and she raised her hand to cover it.

Then, two soft little guys jumped into her arms.

"Mom, wake up!"

"mother!"

"Qing'er, you're finally awake, you just scared us to death."

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare? I couldn't wake you up for a long time!"

"Mom, you scared us all just now..."

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and saw people surrounding her bed.

Wang Cuilian, Luo Baobao, and Xiaoduo were all reunited. Blacksmith Luo was missing, so they probably went to fetch reinforcements.

Yang Ruoqing took a breath and found that her palms and back were soaked in cold sweat.

Facing the worried and anxious looks of everyone, Yang Ruoqing smiled as usual and said, "I slept late last night and couldn't get up today. I held back my urine and had a dream about bloating. It's okay." .”