Chapter 2282: Chen'er?
efore arriving at the private room in the back. He then asked:Yang Ruqing was extremely pleased and nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.She gave Zuo Junmo a thumbs-up: "Brother Zuo, you're amazing! I...In her dream, she tried to guide herself back to Changping Village with her thoughts. Just as she was about to succeed, the wind that had previously lifted her into the air suddenly shifted from gentle to violent.
A sudden onslaught of fierce wind and howling, she felt like a leaf in a storm, tossed about wildly, unable to distinguish her bearings.
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Yang Ruqing felt like this sudden and inexplicable gale was tearing her to shreds. In that moment, the fearless girl found herself trembling with fear.
She realized she never truly belonged in this world; she was, after all, just a soul from another realm.
Because an accident occurred during the execution of a mission, her soul crossed over to the Da Qi era and attached itself to a twelve-year-old country bumpkin named Yang Ruqing, thus allowing her to continue living her life, even getting married and having children...
At first, her transmigration was passive. She knew nothing and was sent here against her will.
Now, wouldn't it be that the trip is over and I have to go back
Oh, my god!
Don't, I can't leave, I don't want to leave, let me down, let me go back!
Even heaven's might cannot toy with living beings like this. I shall descend!
After an unknown amount of time, the wind finally died down.
She opened her eyes and found herself standing in a courtyard.
The courtyard wasn't large, but every blade of grass, every tree, every flower, and every stone were carefully considered and arranged.
At first glance, it looks like the backyard of a wealthy and influential family.
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Beneath the eaves of the surrounding corridors, a lantern hung just a few steps away. Her gaze, however, was drawn to a house ahead, where light spilled out from within.
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There was something special in that room, it seemed to be attracting her, calling her.
My body involuntarily drifted towards that window.
This should be a study, very elegant and tidy.
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Along the wall stood a bookshelf filled with all kinds of books.
In front of the bookshelf, a huge rosewood desk stood ready with complete writing supplies: ink, pens, paper, and an inkstone.
On an elaborately crafted chair for a high-ranking official, sat a young child.
The child, judging by his build, should be about the same age as Luo Baobei and Dazhi. However, that little hand was holding a brush pen, scribbling something on a sheet of white paper laid out before him.
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Whose child is this
What heartless parents, making such a young child practice writing
Yang Ruqing thought to herself that it was quite interesting, so she stood by the window and continued to look.
The child was hunched over, writing diligently. When he finished a few lines and lifted his head to dab the ink, his brow, eyes, and features caught Yang Ruoheng's gaze.
Yang Ruqing's entire heart felt as if it were being tightly grasped by an invisible hand in that instant, almost causing her to suffocate.
"Chen'er"
Like a flash of lightning, the name sprang to her mind.
Her body desperately wanted to dive through the window, but although it looked open, there seemed to be an invisible yet real barrier barring her way.
She pounded on the window as if she were insane, just like a little dog trying to break through a transparent glass door.
But it was to no avail.
"Chen'er!"
"Chen'er!"
“My son, I am your mother, I am your mother!”
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She was surprised and delighted, excited and anxious, and shouted into the study with all her might.
But her voice, it seemed, existed in a vacuum. Only she could hear it, unable to penetrate the study at all.
She stood by the window, watching the child hold a brush in one hand and gently stroke the sleeve of their writing arm with the other, afraid that the sleeve might get stained with ink.
Then, the ink-saturated pen tip gently falls upon the paper before it.
In the rustling sound, accompanied by the scent of ink, Yang Ruoqing's ears heard it, and her nose smelled it.
She stood there at the window, smiling and crying, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, just watching him from afar...
These eyebrows, these features, this physique... they're just a miniature version of Luo Fengtang!
This bearing, this aura, is also quite similar to his uncle Dayan.
Yang Ruoqing absolutely believed, this was Chen'er, her son who had been missing for almost two years.
He didn't die, he is still alive, and he is being well taken care of by kind people.
And, he is very promising!
By the way, whose yard is this She was going to look for clues, and when she woke up, she would tell Tang Yazi, and then follow the clues to find him!
Lanterns, there must be related words on the lanterns.
Because in ancient times, wealthy families liked to mark their carriages, lanterns, and other special items with their own symbols.
She looked up, just about to search, when a gust of wind swept in. Her vision darkened instantly, and she was once again thrown into the sky, flung tens of thousands of miles away.
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Only that long, mournful cry almost tore through the heavens.
"Chen'er..."
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In the study, the wet nurse came in.
"My young master, it's late. It's time to rest." The wet nurse came to the desk kindly and softly said.
But he found that the young master had stopped his movements, and raised his head to look towards the window over there.
“What’s the matter, young master What are you looking at” The wet nurse asked curiously.
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The little boy came to his senses and looked at the window over there, saying, "Grandma, I think I heard someone calling me over there just now."
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“Ah”
The milkmaid was startled and quickly looked out the window in that direction.
There is nothing outside, and the cold wind blows in from there.
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The milkmaid suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and quickly walked over to shut the window.
“Nothing, perhaps you’ve been writing too long!” said the wet nurse.
The little boy blinked.
Is that so
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But just now, I clearly heard someone shouting, and it was a woman's voice.
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Looking at the milkmaid, her face pale and clearly fearful, the young boy faintly curled his lips.
That woman's voice, he wasn't afraid at all, instead, there was a strange familiarity to it!
He couldn't help but be lost in thought...
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"Young master, it's getting late. It's time for bed. Let's study and write again tomorrow during the day" The wet nurse returned to the desk side, patiently coaxing him.
The little boy came to himself, nodded lightly, put down the brush in his hand, and got up to follow the wet nurse to rest.
"Qing'er Qing'er, what's wrong"
"Qing'er, wake up quickly!"
"Qinger!"
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“Oh!”
Suddenly, Yang Ruqing sat up with a gasp.
"Oh, thank goodness, I'm finally awake!"
Then Li Xi Xin's voice came into his ears.
Yang Ruqing opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the worried and anxious faces of Yang Yongzhi and Li Xiu Xin in front of her.
In Yang Yongzhi's hand, he was still holding a lit candle.
The candlelight flickered, Yang Ruqing took a few deep breaths, sitting there, her mind churning with what she had just seen, unable to recover for a moment.
"Qing'er, say something! Don't scare us like that!"
Yang Yongzhi's voice came again.
Yang Ruqing blinked a few times, her eyes rolling around before she came back to herself.nd looked directly at Wei Wuxian.There was not a shred of shyness and timidity expected from a country girl.“Master Wei, you constantly claim that the Double Dragon Stone Stele is a divinely bestowed...