Therefore, Mrs. Sun really wanted to tell Yang Ruoqing the words "Should I say it or not". In this case, Yang Ruoqing would definitely pass the steps over and let Mrs. Sun quickly go down the steps to talk.

However, Mrs. Sun was still as tangled as a balsam pear fairy, "I want to tell you, but I feel uncomfortable holding it in my heart, but your father has told you not to tell you, lest you cause trouble."

The reason for being so confused is that it was Yang Huazhong who said hello? No wonder!

Yang Ruoqing smiled again, "Mom, just talk to me like it's gossip, can't I just go in the left ear and out the right ear?"

Mrs. Sun walked over and said, "Where is your father?"

"Don't worry, mother, I will definitely help you keep it a secret."

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

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

"Dream?"

Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows skipped a beat, and she suddenly thought of her dream, which was also very strange.

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

Mrs. Sun turned her face to one side, pretended to spat, and said with a blushing face: "Stop making such jokes. People of this age will be laughed to death."

Yang Ruoqing said happily: "Okay, okay, I'm not joking, mother, please go on."

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

"Your father dreamed about Jiang Er. In the dream, it was windy and rainy. Your father had just gone out and saw Jiang Er wandering on the road in front of our house."

"What?"

This time Yang Ruoqing didn't have her eyebrows beating, but her heart skipped a few beats.

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

The vague figure standing in the yard in her dream, now that she thinks about it, doesn't it look like Jiang Er in terms of stature and size?

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

Mrs. Sun was also recalling what Yang Huazhong said, with some fear on her face, "In the dream, your father 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 was very happy and asked him where he came from and where he was going?"

"Jiang Er said that he just came over from the Luo family and wanted to find Qing'er, but he was kicked out and didn't dare to go in again."

"ah?"

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

"What else did Uncle Jiang say?" she asked again, her scalp already numbing.

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

"Your father was confused in his dream. He didn't remember anything in the real world. He just kept asking what happened to Xian Junniang? Why did you need Qing'er to save you?"

"Jiang Er stopped saying anything and bowed to your father, as if to thank him."

"Your father wants to ask you something else. The chicken in the backyard crows, and he wakes up."

"It was only the middle of the night when you woke up. Your father couldn't sleep either. He put on his clothes and sat there smoking two packs of cigarettes, turning over and over again, thinking about this dream."

After hearing what Sun said, Yang Ruoqing felt that she might have insomnia tonight.

If my dream is connected with Yang Huazhong's dream, isn't it a complete event?

There are too many mysterious things in this world. It may be that there is nothing, but there is something there, and there is nothing. There is only a thin line between reality and nothingness.

Yang Ruoqing vaguely felt that last night's dream was no ordinary dream, it was very bizarre, but also had a mystery.

Save Xian Junniang?

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

Why!

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

For this reason, he did not hesitate to use his own energy to entrust dreams to the father and daughter.

Also, according to Uncle Jiang, what is the power of the Luo family that drives him away?

Could it be that her stomach suddenly tightened and the golden light shot out from her stomach?

What is that golden light?

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing, to use a very embarrassing adjective, would be: her head is full of question marks.

"Your dad said this was just a dream about urination and it was no big deal. He told me not to think too much about it and not to tell you anything like this."

Sun turned to talk to Yang Ruoqing again, "Your father is afraid that you will think too much. He said he was dreaming. Maybe it is because he has been busy with the Jiang family these past few days. He is thinking about it in his heart and mind, so

That’s why I had such a dream.”

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

Mrs. Sun is also easy to deceive. If my father was really as he said, why did he not sleep since midnight and sit there smoking two bags of cigarettes until dawn and go directly to the county seat?

"Mom, don't worry, it's just a dream, nothing strange."

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

Mrs. Sun nodded and finished talking, and her daughter didn't seem to have anything wrong, so Mrs. Sun felt relieved.

I feel relieved and at the same time feel comfortable.

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

Luo Fengtang was dealing with official documents in the room, and there was another guard standing in front of him on Ye Yi.

The other guard will not mention his name because he has an ordinary appearance and is not as talented and beautiful as Liu Xueyun and Ye Yi. Therefore, in the eyes of Yang Ruoqing, a face-controller, he is just a tool guard without a name.

Seeing her man handling military affairs, Yang Ruoqing wisely retreated to the courtyard, tended to the cosmos flowers under the courtyard wall, and waited patiently for him to finish his work.

Luo Fengtang finished his work quickly, and Ye Yi and the others also left. Luo Fengtang saw from the window that Yang Ruoqing was standing there carefully watering the chrysanthemums, and even leaned down to smell them, with satisfaction on her face.

What he saw in his eyes was that she was more beautiful than a flower.

He picked up her cloak hanging on the hanger and hurried out of the house.

Yang Ruoqing twisted a golden chrysanthemum and counted the slightly curled petals. The cloak gently covered her shoulders.

She raised her head and smiled tenderly at him.

"Are you done?"

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

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head, "You have already brought me a cloak, and I am breathing warmly!"

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

"Okay, why don't you go back to the house? Are you watering? I'll help you." He saw the kettle in her hand and added.

"No more watering, it's almost done." Yang Ruoqing said, holding his hand and walking a few steps towards the hollow flower wall on the side.

"Tangyaozi, didn't you ask me what I was dreaming about last night? I remember it now, do you want to listen?"
Chapter completed!