After warming the child's body, the medicine also regained its potency, and the child slowly opened his eyes.
"Hulu, do you still remember me?" Anyi asked in a low voice.
"Auntie..." Mu Hulu's eyes were dull and he shouted towards An Yi.
An Yi felt a little distressed. Not long ago, she was treating the old lady of the Mu family and changing her feng shui. Now...
"Don't kill my mother, don't kill my father, don't kill Xiao Liuzi!" Mu Hulu screamed and got into An Yi's arms.
Anyi quickly comforted him, but the child's body was hot within his reach.
It seems that the disease has taken over!
An Yi quickly took the medicine to dispel the wind and cold, brewed a cup for the child, let him drink it, and asked A Yi to bring a quilt.
Qin Yanran came in with noodles, and Mu Hulu swallowed greedily.
"Eat some first!" An Yi brought the noodle bowl over and fed him bit by bit.
Mu Hulu ate it one bite at a time at first, but in the end he hugged the bowl and devoured it. Fortunately, the noodles were almost cold.
After eating and drinking, Mu Hulu felt much more energetic. An Yi wanted to ask about the Mu family, but Mu Hulu still refused to tell.
"Let him rest for a night first!" An Yi whispered, asking Qin Yanran to take care of him.
Qin Yanran responded immediately.
In the other room, Chen Shengjiu has returned.
"This Qicheng is very small, and the case of the Mu family is too big. I found out as soon as I inquired about it. But madam, are you sure that this child is the child of the Mu family? But everyone said that all the Mu family members were killed. That The child also died, and now the bodies are in Yizhuang, and because no one has claimed them, they have not been buried," Chen Shengjiu said.
Anyi nodded: "Yes, I will not admit my mistake. The child who may have died was not Mu Hulu!"
Chen Shengjiu was stunned for a moment.
"Take me to Yizhuang to have a look!" An Yi whispered.
Chen Shengjiu nodded.
In Yizhuang, Qicheng, An Yi carefully inspected the bodies of the Mu family.
These corpses had been dead for ten days. Fortunately, it was winter and Yizhuang was outside the city. It was very cold. The corpses had not started to rot. You could clearly see the scars on the Mu family members.
An Yi carefully checked the Mu family members and found no letter from Aunt Mu.
"Are you a relative of this family?" The guard of Yizhuang, an old man with a defect in one eye, whom everyone called Uncle Liang, asked An Yi.
An Yi shook his head and said he was someone he knew before, and asked Chen Shengjiu to give Uncle Liang a hundred taels of silver and ask him to find a way to bury the family.
"You are a kind person!" Uncle Liang said, accepted the money and agreed to the matter.
Back at the inn, An Yi said to Mu Hulu: "From now on, you will be called Qin Yannian, Qin Yanran's younger brother!"
Mu Hulu was stunned.
"The real wooden gourd is dead!" An Yi said in a deep voice.
Mu Hulu trembled with eyes.
Anyi raised her hand and touched his head, and found that it was still very hot. She was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it, so she asked him to eat more food and rest earlier, and not to think too much first.
"Auntie!" Mu Hulu, no, Qin Yannian stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed An Yi's lapel, "The little Liuzi next door came to play with me. He is dead!"
Anyi patted his little hand, "I know, don't think about it yet, go to bed first!"
Qin Yannian nodded.
Anyi stood up and saw his dirty clothes, so he planned to pick them up and throw them away.
A letter fell out of the dirty clothes. An Yi was stunned and quickly picked it up.
