Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 12067

She was a little disappointed when she learned that she would have to come back a few days earlier, but she couldn't not come back, after all, her great-aunt was her great-grandfather's most beloved younger sister.

But now that Jinling is returning with him, they can stay together for another two or three days.

Luo Wuyou felt extremely satisfied.

As for the sadness brought about by the passing of Aunt Zhou?
She was sorry, but she really... wanted to squeeze out a few tears to fit the mood, but she couldn't; she genuinely didn't feel anything.

But she wouldn't say these words aloud; respect for the deceased is paramount, and to say them would be too offensive.

"Mom, I'm going to close my eyes and take a nap."

"Okay, you rest for a bit, I'll wake you up when we get home."

Luo Wuyou also fell asleep.

Inside the carriage, Yang Ruoqing turned the lantern to its dimmest setting and peeked out from behind a corner of the carriage curtain.

The man riding a black horse in front of her gave her such a warm, reassuring, and reassuring feeling from behind.

As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head to look at her.

In the moonlight, his eyes were so bright, and he was lip-reading to her: "Don't be afraid, don't panic, I'm here."

Yang Ruoqing instantly understood his meaning.

After all, they were rushing back overnight to pay their respects, and he was worried that she might be afraid of those terrifying and supernatural things...

She smiled silently and slowly shook her head at him.

For someone like her who has survived countless brushes with death, would she still be afraid of the dead?

She simply wanted to see him. When she saw him at the front of the group, leading her and her children home, she felt very at ease.

The carriage curtain fell again, and she pulled the blanket up around herself, leaning against the carriage wall as she slowly closed her eyes.

It's strange, really. My uncle only said that Aunt Luo Da'e's condition was bad, but everyone in the group seemed to be convinced that this trip back was for a funeral...

As the rhythmic sounds of horses' hooves and carriage wheels rolling over the road filled the air, Yang Ruoqing drifted off to sleep.

She had a dream.

She felt as if she had returned to more than 20 years ago, to the time when she and Luo Fengtang had not yet gotten married.

She stood in a courtyard, and in front of her were several low, mud-brick, thatched-roof old houses, which were Luo Fengtang's old house in the village. The west wing was where Luo Fengtang grew up in his youth.

She stood in the courtyard calling, "Tang Ya Zi! Tang Ya Zi!"

Then, the door to the main room opened, and a girl with a double bun hairstyle, an oval face, and big eyes who looked a bit like the celebrity Fan Jinsuo ran out of the room angrily.

As soon as she came out, she went straight for Yang Ruoqing, pointed at Yang Ruoqing's nose and started cursing: "You thief, robber, how dare you come here? You stole my cousin's heart and the happy life that should have been mine, I'm going to strangle you!"

The girl's hands suddenly grabbed Yang Ruoqing's neck, and her originally pink nails suddenly turned black, long, and sharp.

Her ferocious face was magnified countless times in front of Yang Ruoqing. Yang Ruoqing recognized her. Wasn't this Zhou Xia from her teenage years?
You want to strangle me?

It's not that easy!
Yang Ruoqing grabbed Zhou Xia's wrists with both hands and found that the other's wrists were ice-cold, like two icicles.

She raised her foot and kicked Zhou Xia in the stomach, but it felt like kicking a stone block.

"You bitch, you stole my cousin! Die! Die!"

Zhou Xia's expression became increasingly ferocious, her mouth splitting open in a wide grin. A gaping maw suddenly appeared on her originally delicate oval face, with scarlet liquid flowing from between her lips and tongue, making her even more terrifying than a demon!

Yang Ruoqing felt that all the martial arts skills she had learned were useless in front of this monster. Her neck was being strangled so tightly that it was about to break, and she was almost unable to breathe.

Suddenly, a woman rushed out from the side and yanked Zhou Xia away.

"Xia'er, stop making trouble. You can't force things!"

"Even if it's not sweet, it's still the melon I chose. I'll accept a bitter melon!"

"Xia'er, don't you understand? You can't just eat bitter melon like that. Your cousin doesn't care about you at all! Why bother doing something thankless and unappreciated?"

"Mother, don't interfere, it's none of your business. I'm going to have my cousin. I'm going to strangle that bitch Yang Ruoqing. Only when she's dead will my cousin see me!"

Watching the mother and daughter arguing in front of her, Yang Ruoqing felt a moment of disorientation.

what's the situation?
Zhou Xia has been dead for over ten years, hasn't she?
And Aunt Da'e is also dying. Where is this?
Am I dreaming? Or have I traveled back in time again?

Oh right, where's my whip? And where's my Moye sword? Whether it's a dream or reality, I have to kill this scourge Zhou Xia!
Just then, a crisp "snap" sound rang out.

Yang Ruoqing's pupils dilated.

What did I see?
Luo Da'e's mouth was even wider than Zhou Xia's, like a gaping maw. Then, she grabbed Zhou Xia's shoulders and kneaded her body until it was flat and round. The huge person was eventually folded into a three-fold meat pie and stuffed into Luo Da'e's mouth.

Zhou Xia's hands and feet were sticking out of Luo Da'e's mouth as she struggled desperately, shouting, "Mother, let me out!"

Luo Da'e ate while shedding tears.

"You are a piece of my flesh, and now I'm going to eat you back into my belly. Let's just leave it at that, you and I!"

Then, Yang Ruoqing watched helplessly as Luo Da'e swallowed Zhou Xia whole, her belly stretching out little by little, like a woman pregnant for ten months.

She wiped her mouth and turned to look at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing's scalp tingled. She wanted to retreat and turn around to run away, but her body seemed to be fixed in place by an invisible force, making her unable to move.

"Qing'er, we're leaving. I'm taking Zhou Xia with me."

"Let all the wrongdoings that my daughter and I committed against you in this life be forgotten!"

"The person I can't let go of the most is your uncle."

"You and Tang Yazi should treat him well, take care of him in his old age and see him off when he dies. I'll be grateful to you from over there!"

……

"Qing'er, Qing'er!"

Luo Fengtang's anxious voice gradually reached Yang Ruoqing's ears from a very distant and ethereal place, growing closer and clearer.

"Tang Yazi!"

Yang Ruoqing jolted awake and finally opened her eyes.

She was panting heavily, covered in sweat, as if she had been chased by a vicious dog for 18 blocks, and her eyes were filled with terror.

"I'm here, I'm here." Luo Fengtang put his hands on Yang Ruoqing's shoulders and hugged her.

"Don't be afraid, Qing'er. It's just a nightmare. You'll be fine once you wake up!" Luo Fengtang said again.

"Mother, have some water," Luo Wuyou's voice rang out.

"What's wrong, Mother?"

"Is Mother going to die?" Tuantuan and Yuanyuan's voices were timid, even trembling with sobs. Clearly, Yang Ruoqing's nightmare had frightened the two sleeping children.

"Mother wouldn't do that, don't talk nonsense." Luo Wuyou stopped her two younger brothers.

Zuo Jinling said, "No worries, let's take our two younger brothers to sit in the back carriage and let Father-in-law accompany Mother-in-law."

Luo Wuyou nodded: "Okay."

Soon, the carriage fell silent, leaving only Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing, who lay in his arms, unable to fully recover for a long time.

"Qing'er, come, have some hot water to calm down."

Luo Fengtang held Yang Ruoqing's head with one hand and then carefully poured the tea, which was at the right temperature, into her mouth.

The tea was poured by Luo Wuyou earlier. Yang Ruoqing took a couple of sips, and the dry, stinging feeling in her throat finally subsided little by little. She exhaled, her eyes slowly moved a few times, and her previously unfocused pupils gradually regained focus.

"Tang Ya Zi, what's wrong with me?" she murmured.

Luo Fengtang quickly put the teacup aside and hugged her back into his arms: "It's nothing, it's nothing, it was just a nightmare."

At that time, the carriage had already left Zuojiazhuang and arrived in Huguang County.

Although Luo Fengtang was leading the way, he paid close attention to the movements in the carriage behind him, because his wife and children were sitting in that carriage, the most important people in his heart.

Hearing his wife and children breathing evenly in the car, Luo Fengtang felt calm and at ease.

As night fell, he led them on their way home.

I just hope they can get some sleep and rest along the way, so that when they get home at dawn, they won't be in such a bad mood to face what's to come.

But as the carriage left Huguang County and entered a path hidden in the woods, Luo Fengtang gradually noticed that Yang Ruoqing in the carriage behind him had started talking in her sleep.

His breathing also gradually became a little strange.

At first, he thought she was having a normal dream, because she often had dreams like that, sometimes even kicking him in her dreams...

So he didn't rush over to wake her up, but instead walked along, keeping a close eye on her condition.

The situation only got worse; she started talking incoherently in her sleep and seemed to have trouble breathing.

The commotion was so loud that it woke up her daughter, Luo Wuyou. Luo Fengtang heard her daughter calling, "Mother? Mother?"

After calling out twice but Qing'er still didn't wake up, Luo Fengtang realized something was wrong and quickly dismounted and rushed to the carriage.

Qing'er was being gently shaken and called out by her daughter. The two younger children were also woken up, looking around with blurry eyes, not knowing what was happening.

Qing'er was shaking her head, sometimes in pain and sometimes in anger, her face pale and covered in large beads of cold sweat.

The carriage was dimly lit, but Luo Fengtang immediately noticed a red mark around Yang Ruoqing's neck.

He immediately stepped forward, pulled Yang Ruoqing into his arms, and quietly pressed a certain acupoint on the back of her neck with his fingers, thus waking her from her deep nightmare.

"Tang Yazi, I dreamt of your aunt and Zhou Xia, at your old house."

Yang Ruoqing leaned against Luo Fengtang's chest, feeling somewhat exhausted and weak.

Luo Fengtang gently stroked Yang Ruoqing's hair, "It's all a dream, it'll be alright once you wake up."

At that moment, Ping An's voice rang out from outside the carriage: "General, Madam, shall we rest here for a while, or continue our journey?"

Without a second thought, Luo Fengtang said, "Let's keep going!"

The convoy was currently on an official road in the middle of a forest, with lush trees on both sides and some graves in the woods.

Luo Fengtang had seen several such places while riding ahead on horseback.

It's best not to rest in such a place in the middle of the night. Even if he is a great general with a strong aura of menace, and those unspeakable things dare not approach him, there are still women and children in the army.

It's the middle of the night, and their aura is weak, so it's best to leave as soon as possible.

"Tang Yazi, I dreamt that Zhou Xia was trying to strangle me. I wanted to fight her, but I found that in the dream, I couldn't use any of my skills."

Yang Ruoqing clutched Luo Fengtang's shirt tightly, eager to share this strange dream with him.

"She's like an old tree stump, harder than iron. My kicks and punches are weaker than tickling her."

"Her hands were like iron clamps; once they gripped my neck, I couldn't break free. I almost thought I was going to die!"

Did Zhou Xia pinch him?

Luo Fengtang frowned, his gaze secretly falling on her neck, where the red marks were shocking to him.

Although her daughter Luo Wuyou had told him that when she was woken up, she saw her mother choking herself, which scared Luo Wuyou so much that she quickly tried to pry Yang Ruoqing's hand off. She had to use a lot of force and it took several tries to pry it off, which is why Luo Wuyou shouted loudly.

At this moment, a raging fire surged within Luo Fengtang.

You, Zhou Xia, even in death you still won't stop, barging into my Qing'er's dream to harm her, trying to use her own hands to strangle herself?

Just wait until you're reduced to ashes!
"Tang Yazi, isn't it strange? I dreamt that your aunt came out and helped me."

"She actually helped me, and she even gave Zhou Xia a good scolding. Zhou Xia was not convinced and argued with her. Guess what happened?"

"What's wrong?"

"Your aunt's mouth was stretched as wide as a washbasin, and she swallowed Zhou Xia whole! I was so scared I woke up!"

hiss……

Luo Fengtang gasped.

Qing'er's dream was just too... well, it was not only terrifying, but also bloody and absurd.

"It's all a dream, and dreams are always absurd. It's good to wake up, no need to take it seriously." Luo Fengtang hugged Yang Ruoqing even tighter, as if afraid that she might suffer any more mishaps.

He felt very guilty. He was the husband who was clearing the way, but Qing'er was still frightened.

What exactly happened? He didn't have the ability to enter other people's dreams, and faced with nightmares, which were half real and half unreal, Luo Fengtang felt a sense of powerless frustration!

"Qing'er, don't be afraid, I'm here." Luo Fengtang said in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing initially wanted to shake her head and say she wasn't afraid, but this time, the dream really scared her a bit.

So at this moment, she curled up in Luo Fengtang's arms, smelling his familiar scent, and a sense of security gradually rose within her.

After a long while, Yang Ruoqing suddenly said, "I had this dream, and I feel that Aunt Da'e is probably really not going to make it."

Luo Fengtang remained silent, a silence that also signified his acquiescence and agreement with her words.

Yang Ruoqing shifted into a more comfortable position in his arms and continued, "In the words of the older generation in the village, this might be a way for the person to come and say goodbye to their relatives and friends in a dream before they pass away!"

"Aunt Da'e told us to take good care of Uncle."

Luo Fengtang nodded gently: "They are siblings with a deep bond. Aunt Da'e is gone, and she is worried about Uncle."

Even if the other party doesn't appear in his dream to tell him, he and Qing'er will ensure that their uncle has a happy old age and take care of him until his death!