Jing Qingrong happily walked towards Su Liuer who was smiling at him gently, but at this moment.

A long sword pierced Su Liuer from behind!

Her face was filled with pain and she was spitting blood.

Jing Qingrong rushed forward in shock and anger and tried to help her, but was kicked away and fell far away.

He looked up and saw Su Liuer lying in a pool of blood. There was a man standing beside her, bending down to take something off her neck.

It was Zhu Yunxi!

"The Holy Key is mine." Zhu Yunxi's words echoed in his ears.

“Liu’er!!”

"Sir? Sir, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Jing Qingrong calmed himself down and realized that he had just been dreaming.

He looked at Qingfeng, his expression still a little confused: "Qingfeng." He called softly with a trembling voice.

Qingfeng looked at Jing Qingrong like this, his eyes full of heartache, and said softly: "Qingfeng is here, no matter what you dreamed just now, it is all fake, just a dream."

"But, it's so real." Jing Qingrong lowered his eyes and muttered to himself.

The smile on Liu'er's face when she called him "husband" was very real, and the pain and hideousness on her face when Zhu Yunxi pierced her body with a sword was also very real.

And that sentence.

Holy stone?

What is it?

Qingfeng smiled and continued to comfort him, "Old people always say that dreams and reality are opposites. If you have a nightmare, it might actually lead to something good."

"Really?" Jing Qingrong raised his eyes, his slightly furrowed brows still filled with worry.

He still felt uneasy in his heart.

He had never had such a realistic dream before. Even the pain he felt when Zhu Yunxi kicked him just now seemed extremely real.

Jing Qingrong lowered his head, undressed, and looked at his chest.

No scars.

"Young Master?" Qingfeng's face was filled with worry. What kind of nightmare was this? Why was his young master suddenly stripping off his clothes?

Jing Qingrong looked at his smooth and clean chest, then reached out and pressed it, but it didn't hurt.

"It really was just a dream," he murmured.

Qingfeng reached out to help Jing Qingrong close his clothes, tying his belt while saying, "It really was just a dream. Don't think about it, sir. You've been asleep for almost an hour. Didn't you say you were going to find Madam Su to help her?"

Jing Qingrong was stunned when he heard this and said in surprise: "I have slept for almost an hour?" He just had such a short dream!

Knowing that he had slept for a long time, Jing Qingrong didn't care about the strange nightmare just now. He quickly packed up and went to Jufu Restaurant.

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After Su Liuer recovered in the space, she left the space and went to the private room.

Everyone is waiting for her.

The sun was shining brightly outside. She glanced at it and said, "It's too hot outside now. Let's continue working on the bread oven later."

No one would object to what she said.

But sitting in this private room is really boring.

After all, no one present knew how to play the piano, chess, calligraphy, or painting. Zhu Hongan and Zhou Chong had not yet learned these things.

What's more, as a scholar, you don't necessarily have to learn these.

To put it bluntly, these are things that only rich people would learn.

For example, Jing Qingrong, who just appeared, knows everything.

When he saw Su Liuer's rosy complexion and good complexion, he felt relieved and his always anxious heart calmed down.

Jing Qingrong walked forward and saw Su Liuer drawing a blueprint. Feng Zhengqing planned to set aside a space in the restaurant to open a shop, so the layout could be decided by Su Liuer. She already knew how big the space was, so she took advantage of this boring time to draw a blueprint first.

The others had nothing to do, so they all watched her draw the blueprints.

Now Jing Qingrong also came to see.