Suddenly a gust of wind blew up from the sky, blowing large snowflakes. The shouts on the streets stopped, and the vendors covered their hats and shut their mouths.
Pedestrians passing by lowered their heads and hunched their shoulders, or walked quickly with their backs bent, or looked around for shelter from the wind and snow.
Mu Qingyun arrived on horseback and could already see the slightly high door wall of Qi's house from a distance.
It was covered with green moss, and gray and black stains were faintly visible.
Chen Yi yawned slightly: "This Qi family doesn't seem very popular."
Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall is also an old house. The lifespan of that house alone can be compared to five Zhuo Yanfei's, but anyone who sees that old house feels full of vitality.
Unlike the Qi family, it seems that they didn't get rich for many years. The house was built ten years ago?
It looks bright and beautiful at first glance, but if you look closely, it looks gloomy and scary.
Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi led the people there slowly. Not far away, Mu Chengfei peeked out.
Amid the dusty streets, their colors are stunning, as if everything around them has become a foil.
Judging from this posture, he should be going to Qijia.
Mu Chengfei suddenly felt nervous.
It seems that this Yue Qingqing really has a close relationship with the Qi family. If they attack the Qi family, they will inevitably have a chance encounter with Yue Qingqing.
Although he did come here for this reason.
"But when this happens to you, hey!"
Walking, walking, Mu Qingyun suddenly reined in his horse.
Mu Chengfei instinctively froze his limbs for a moment. He moved his hand and the sword was half an inch away from its sheath before he stopped abruptly.
Chen Yi stretched out her hand to straighten Mu Qingyun's cloak: "Are you cold?"
Mu Qingyun waved his hand and looked towards the street. This street was a little cleaner than ordinary small streets, but it was inevitable that there were piles of stove ashes, broken bricks and tiles.
At the entrance of the alley facing Qi's house, there were two crooked-necked trees. Under the trees were piles of tattered linen, haystacks, and some messy shacks made of rotten wood.
The heavy snow dyed this mass of things white, so the little black feet that were just exposed became more conspicuous.
Mu Qingyun dismounted, walked over and lifted off the top layer of linen.
Taking a closer look, Chen Yi was shocked: "Where did the child come from!"
In this pile of rags, huddled up was a little boy of seven or eight years old.
This child was skinny, skinny, barefoot, his face was so dirty that his facial features could not be seen clearly, his hair was disheveled, and he was wrapped in some dark, oily cloth.
The exposed areas were all covered in frostbite.
A gust of wind blew by, and he shivered violently. While shaking, he hid inside and looked at Mu Qingyun cautiously.
Mu Qingyun's eyes were so sore that she quickly took off her cloak and wrapped the little boy layer by layer before briefly checking the child's physical condition.
His left leg was probably injured by something like a trap, but the bone was cracked, not broken, and everything else was fine.
Touching his forehead again, it felt cold, and his body was also cold, but looking at his eyes and tongue, Mu Qingyun knew that the child was having a fever.
It's just that it's too cold outside. He's been in the cold wind for so long, and he doesn't feel warm at all. Even if he has a fever, he won't show it on the outside.
Mu Qingyun stood up and looked around, then went to the porridge shop nearby and bought a bowl of porridge. He walked over and blew on the porridge and fed the child a few mouthfuls.
After a few mouthfuls of porridge, the child turned over stiffly and buried his head into the bowl. He didn't care about the heat and sucked it into his mouth desperately. He ate faster and faster. He swallowed it cleanly in three or two mouthfuls, but he still stretched out his hand. While shaking, he hugged the bowl and licked it non-stop.
Mu Qingyun pulled the hem of his clothes and sat down: "Don't worry, senior sister, here's another half bowl."
The child has obviously been hungry for a long time, and it is not appropriate to give too much.
While Chen Yi asked people to buy porridge, he ordered a junior brother and hurriedly found a doctor to come and take a look.
Mu Qingyun waited for the little boy to eat another half of the bowl of porridge. The lifeless look on his face had faded a lot, and there was a faint light in his eyes. Then he asked half-coaxingly: "Little brother, how long have you been here?"
The little doll looked over blankly, raised his hand with difficulty, counted on his fingers for a long time, but said nothing.
A vendor selling noodle soup nearby said quickly: "These things have not been touched for at least seven or eight days. The little one comes here to sell noodles every day."
Mu Qingyun nodded and stood up to check the small shack where the child lived. There were two earthen jars inside, one of which was clean and empty, and the other one still had half a jar of water left.
After seeing various traces again, she couldn't help but feel cold: "At least five days."
"Oh, if this continues for a while, I will definitely freeze to death."
The hawker also broke out in a cold sweat and was terrified.
He sells noodles nearby, and if a dead person appears, the customers will definitely feel unlucky.
As soon as the hawker was bald, he said a few words. Chen Yi winked, and a senior brother came over to take him away to discuss business.
Everyone had been busy for a long time and didn't even eat at all. It would be nice to have some hot noodle soup.
Before the doctor came, Mu Qingyun stretched out his hand to hold the child's hand and massaged him little by little. Infuriating energy surged out and rolled slowly against the child's skin. After a while, the child's tangled eyebrows relaxed slightly. A little.
Not far away, Mu Chengfei stared at Mu Qingyun for a long time, his heart beating wildly. It looked like he was just entering the subtle realm!
But this is even scarier!
How on earth did she win?
Mu Chengfei knew Yue Qingqing. Who would not know about the most famous young master in the world recently?
He never dreamed that one day he would cause trouble for his daughter-in-law!
It's all Xing Zheng, a shady bastard. There must be a bottom line when making trouble!
He gritted his teeth and kept making mental preparations.
Even if Yue Qingqing does something perverse and rebellious, we, the chivalrous people, will never ignore it.
Mu Qingyun didn't know that someone was thinking about her not far away. Her attention was focused on the child. She pondered for a while, then she lowered her voice and asked questions to divert the child's attention.
"Little brother, look at the house opposite with the red lantern hanging on the wall. Five days ago, it was the day it snowed for the first time. Did anything special happen there?"
The child looked over blankly, and Mu Qingyun did not urge him, but slowly massaged his acupoints.
After a long while, the child finally said: "I saw it. An uncle took an elder sister to a place far, far away."
Mu Qingyun was startled.
The child looked at her quietly, opened his mouth and smiled: "That big sister must have lived a good life."
"My grandma said that my father, my mother, and my aunt all lived in better times. My grandma also passed away last month. The way they looked when they left was exactly the same as that big sister."
Mu Qingyun didn't expect that he could be so calm. He didn't lose his composure at all, and carefully led the child to describe the events of that night in detail.
In a few words, Mu Qingyun was sure that at least a large part of the arrested Xing Zheng was not lying.
Wang Mingzhu died in the Qi family.
Xing Zheng saw the old lady of the Qi family asking someone to dispose of the body, and he had an idea and stole Wang Mingzhu out.
