Changping Village, Luojia.

It was already late at night, and everyone dispersed one after another. Even Sun and Wang Cuilian were sent back to rest.

Tuantuan was taken to sleep in her room by Wang Cuilian. Tonight, Yang Ruoqing left Yuanyuan to take care of her.

She washed Yuanyuan clean, fed him well, held him in her arms and hummed a lullaby to coax him to sleep.

When Yuanyuan curled up in his arms and fell asleep, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but look at the child's wrists and ankles again, as well as the slightly damaged corners of the mouth...

My heart is cut like a knife!

The thought of He Laoliu stuffing the smelly socks into Yuanyuan's mouth.

He Laoliu tied Yuanyuan's hands and feet with strips of cloth.

Yuanyuan climbed around on the speeding mule cart, and finally climbed completely...

Every time she thought about it, Yang Ruoqing felt that her heart was going to beat violently, and she was afraid, endlessly afraid.

I dare not imagine what would happen if the child got tired of holding on, or failed to hold on tightly, fell from under the car to the ground, and was run over by the wheels again?

Or what happens if the child falls to the ground and hits his head?

What will happen if the child drags his injured little body, lies in the middle of the road, crying in fear in the dark night, and attracts wild dogs or other wild animals nearby?

Yang Ruoqing shook her head vigorously, not daring to think about it. All she could think about were the most terrifying things, all of which were too heavy for her to bear!

She couldn't help but lean down and kiss her round, sleeping little face again and again.

She is grateful to God for her mercy and her ancestors for their blessings, and allows her treasure to return to Zhao intact, safe and sound.

That night, Yang Ruoqing held Yuanyuan in her arms and slept. She slept very poorly and had nightmares...

The shadow of despair and helplessness when Chen'er was stolen troubled her all night long.

Even though Chen'er has been found now and has grown into a handsome young man with both civil and military skills and a young general who can stand alone, Yang Ruoqing is still unreal sometimes.

I always feel that the child has not been found, and all this is just deceiving myself, creating a dream that I don't want to wake up from.

Therefore, she writes a letter home to Chen'er every month.

Maybe Chen'er was also aware of her feeling of being unreliable, so every time he received a letter from home, no matter how busy he was, he would reply immediately.

During holidays, on Yang Ruoqing's birthday or other family members' birthdays, Chen'er would send people to deliver gifts.

Holding a real gift in her hands and familiar handwriting coming into view, that sense of reality can soothe Yang Ruoqing's uneasiness.

But tonight, the shadow of losing Chen'er has not completely dissipated, and she almost lost Yuanyuan again.

If she really lost Yuanyuan, Yang Ruoqing would no longer have the time to think about how she should explain to Luo Fengtang. She probably wouldn't be able to survive.

When she was sixteen, she endured the grief of losing her son.

At thirty-two years old, she really didn’t have the strength to bear it again...

Moreover, if she loses her child again this time, she will never forgive herself in this life. She can only escape by killing herself, which can also be said to be an escape...

Fortunately, fortunately, there was no danger!

When the sky was slightly bright, Wang Cuilian and Mrs. Sun came to the bedroom together again.

"How are you? Did Yuanyuan sleep well last night? There was no noise, right?" Sun asked Yang Ruoqing in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing also told them in a low voice: "Fortunately, I didn't cry much. Maybe I was tired from crying and I was still sleeping deeply."

Sun and Wang Cuilian nodded, with distress and fear in their eyes.

Wang Cuilian said: "I am worried that the baby will get sick if he is frightened..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Logically...no way!"

This night has passed, everything is fine, probably not.

Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing and said worriedly: "Qing'er, did you not get much sleep last night? You always look ugly."

Wang Cuilian's attention also fell on Yang Ruoqing, and sure enough!

"Qing'er, are you sick?" She asked, raising her hand to touch Yang Ruoqing's forehead.

Fortunately, my forehead did not feel hot.

Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly and said, "I'm fine, as long as Yuanyuan comes back safely."

The two elders in front of him both nodded.

At this moment, there were footsteps again outside the small courtyard, but it was Zheng Xiaoqin and Jiang Xianjun who came over.

Last night Zheng Xiaoqin stayed here for a long time before going back. Her eyes were red from crying and she blamed herself so much.

Lao Jiangtou also blamed himself so much that he wanted to come over and kneel down and kowtow to Yang Ruoqing to apologize...

Of course, he was stopped by everyone.

Because after all, this matter was done by Mother Jiang and He Laoliu, and it had nothing to do with Lao Jiangtou.

But Lao Jiangtou believed that it was because he failed to take good care of the children that Mother Jiang took advantage of them, so he was equally guilty.

No, Zheng Xiaoqin is holding Lanlan in her arms, while Jiang Xianjun is holding Old Jiangtou in his hand. "Xiaoqin, what are you..." Yang Ruoqing looked at the Jiang family, a little surprised.

Last night, Lao Jiangtou had already made a serious confession here, and so had Jiang Xianjun.

Now Tianma Liang is here again, do you still want to continue to repent?

Zheng Xiaoqin said in a hoarse voice: "Sister Qing'er, did Yuanyuan sleep well last night? Did you wake up during the night?"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "It's okay."

Zheng Xiaoqin nodded and recited a few words, 'Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless!'

Yang Ruoqing cast her eyes on Lao Jiangtou, who was being supported by Jiang Xianjun. He was hunched and trembling when he walked. His face was haggard and ashamed despite his old age.

If it weren't for Jiang Xianjun's support, he might not be able to stand firmly.

Even so, he still came to Yang Ruoqing tremblingly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, tears started flowing down his face.

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

To be honest, it was extremely lucky that Yuanyuan was recovered this time. If Yuanyuan had not been found this time, or she had fallen or something...

There is no doubt that Jiang Mu and He Laoliu will die.

She will never accept the apologies from Lao Jiangtou and Jiang Xianjun.

It is estimated that no mother in this world can be generous enough to accept such an apology, because what is lost is not the clothes and shoes, but her own child!

"Qing'er, I know it's meaningless to say anything about this. What's important is that the baby is back with good luck and good luck." Lao Jiangtou said as he took out something wrapped in a handkerchief and stuffed it into it.

In Yang Ruoqing's hands.

"This is my coffin book. It's for my baby's sake. Don't refuse!"

Yang Ruoqing pinched the handkerchief in her hand with a complicated expression.

"Old Jiang, this is what I tell you,"

"Yuanyuan is back safely. I won't hold you responsible for this matter. It was an unintentional mistake on your part. Moreover, at your age, you have also apologized to me a lot from last night to today. I know you

I didn’t want this to happen.”

"So, if you take your coffin back, I won't keep it. There's no need to keep it even if the child comes back."
Chapter completed!