Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7643 Dream is still serialized?
So Mrs. Sun really wanted to talk to Yang Ruoqing about the phrase "should I say it?", and since that was the case, Yang Ruoqing would definitely pass a step over, and let Mrs. Sun quickly go down the steps and talk.

However, Mrs. Sun is still tangled up like a bitter melon fairy bun, "I want to tell you, I feel uncomfortable in my heart, but your father told you not to tell you this, so as not to cause trouble."

The reason for the entanglement was that Yang Huazhong had said hello?No wonder!

Yang Ruoqing smiled again, "Mother, just talk to me like a gossip, can't it just go in my left ear and out of my right ear?"

Mrs. Sun walked over here, "Then where is your father?"

"Don't worry, mother, I will definitely keep it secret for mother."

Mrs. Sun glanced at Lao Yangtou's guest room, took Yang Ruoqing's hand, and said in a low voice, "Then go back to the main room first, let's sit down and talk."

As soon as Yang Ruoqing touched the stool, she heard Sun whispering mysteriously in her ear: "Last night, your father had a strange dream."

"Dream?"

Yang Ruoqing frowned, and suddenly thought of her dream, which was also very strange.

"My father must have dreamed about taking a concubine, or mother, you wouldn't be so nervous!" Yang Ruoqing teased Sun with a smile.

Sun turned her face to the side, pretended to spit, and blushed impatiently and said: "Stop making such jokes, you are so old, you will be laughed to death."

Yang Ruoqing said happily: "Okay, I'm not joking, mother, you can continue."

Sun looked at the door and window to make sure no one was coming, and whispered about Yang Huazhong's dream again.

"Your father had a dream about Jiang Er. It was windy and rainy in the dream. As soon as your father left for a long distance, he saw Jiang Er wandering on the road in front of our house."

"What?"

This time, Yang Ruoqing's heart skipped a few beats instead of eyebrows.

Why is the beginning of this dream so similar to her dream?

The blurry figure standing in the yard in her dream, now that she thinks about it, doesn't she look like Jiang Er?

"What happened next?" She suppressed her shock and deliberately asked Sun in a calm tone.

Mrs. Sun was also recalling what Yang Huazhong said, and her face was a little frightened, "Your father was in the dream, and he didn't seem to know that Jiang Er had passed away. He only thought that his legs and feet were healed again and he could stand up."

"Your father is very happy, and asked him where he came from? Where is he going?"

"Jiang Er said that he came over from the Luo family just now and wanted to find Qing'er, but he was kicked out and dared not enter again."

"what?"

This time, Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath, and suddenly clenched her fingers holding on to the armrest of the stool.

"What else did Uncle Jiang say?" She asked again, her scalp was already numb.

"Your father asked him what he wanted to do with Qing'er, and Jiang Er said that he wanted Qing'er to do a favor and save his family Xianjun."

"Your father was in a daze in the dream. He didn't remember anything in this world. He just kept asking Mrs. Xianjun what's wrong? Why do you want Qing'er to save you?"

"Jiang Er kept silent, and even bowed to your father, as if to thank him."

"What else does your father want to ask? The rooster in the backyard crowed, and he woke up."

"It was only three o'clock after waking up, and your father couldn't fall asleep, so he sat there with his clothes on, smoking two packs of cigarettes, thinking about this dream over and over again."

Hearing Sun's words here, Yang Ruoqing felt that she might have insomnia tonight.

Isn't my own dream connected with Yang Huazhong's dream a complete event?
There are too many mysterious things in this world, in the dark, you say there is nothing, you say there is nothing, nothing is real, only a thin line separates it.

Yang Ruoqing faintly felt that the dream last night was not an ordinary dream, it was very bizarre, but it also had a mystery.

Save Xian Niang?

Yang Ruoqing secretly thought, if the dream is real, then she should be able to guess Jiang Er's intention.

Hey!
Uncle Jiang is still too kind. Even though he was killed by Xian Junniang by mistake, he still couldn't bear to ask her to pay for his life.

For this, he did not hesitate to expend his "energy" to entrust their father and daughter in a dream.

Also, what Uncle Jiang said was the power of the Luo family to drive him away?
Could it be the golden light that flew out of her belly when her stomach suddenly tightened?
What is that golden light?
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing used an embarrassing adjective: her head was full of question marks.

"Your father said it was a dream of bloated urine, it's no big deal, and told me not to think too much about it, and don't tell you that."

Sun turned to talk to Yang Ruoqing again, "Your father was afraid that you would think too much. He said he was dreaming. Maybe it was because he was busy with Jiang's affairs these few days. He kept it in his heart and thought about it, so That’s why I made such a dream.”

Yang Ruoqing knew that her father was afraid that their mother and daughter would think too much and panic, so she said that.

Sun's old lady is also easy to deceive. If the father is really as he said, why doesn't he go to sleep from the third watch, sitting there smoking two bags of cigarettes until dawn and going directly to the county seat?
"Mother, don't worry, it's just a dream, nothing unusual."

Yang Ruoqing also pretended to be casual and patted Sun's hand, smiling to comfort her.

Mrs. Sun nodded, she finished talking, and since her daughter didn't seem to have anything wrong, Mrs. Sun was relieved.

While reassuring, I am also comfortable.

Later, Yang Ruoqing chatted with Sun for a few more words, found an excuse and went home.

Luo Fengtang was processing official documents in the room, and Ye Yi had another guard standing in front of him.

The other guard didn't mention his name, because his appearance was ordinary, and he was not as talented as Liu Xueyun and Ye Yi, so in the eyes of Yang Ruoqing, the face control, he was a tool man guard without a name.

Seeing that her man was dealing with military affairs, Yang Ruoqing retreated to the yard tactfully, waited on the cosmos under the courtyard wall, and patiently waited for him to finish his work.

Luo Fengtang quickly finished his work, Ye Yi and the others also retreated, Luo Fengtang saw Yang Ruoqing standing there carefully watering the chrysanthemums from the window, and bent down to sniff them, his face was full of satisfaction.

What he saw in his eyes was more charming than Hua.

He picked up her cloak which was hanging on the hanger, and hurried out of the room.

Yang Ruoqing twirled a golden chrysanthemum, counting the slightly curly petals, and the cloak gently covered her shoulders.

She looked up and smiled softly at him.

"Are you done?"

"Well," Luo Fengtang nodded, then squeezed her hand again: "Is it cool? Do you want to go back to the house?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head, "You brought me a cloak, I'm breathing warm!"

The body is warm, the heart is warm, and everything is warm.

"Okay, then don't go back to the house, are you watering? I'll help you." He saw the kettle in her hand and said again.

"Don't water it anymore, it's almost done." Yang Ruoqing said, holding his hand and walking a few steps towards the hollowed-out flower wall.

"Tang Yazi, didn't you ask me what I dreamed last night? I remember now, do you want to listen?"

Luo Fengtang touched her head, "Of course."

(End of this chapter)