My imagination has come true

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the sky, and a large amount of snowflakes hit. The yelling on the street stopped, and the peddlers covered their hats and shut their mouths.

The pedestrians passing by bowed their heads and shrugged their shoulders, or sprinted with their waists bent, or looked around for shelter from the wind and snow.

Mu Qingyun rode his horse to arrive, and could see the slightly high gate wall of Qi's house from a distance.

It was covered with green moss, with gray and black stains faintly visible.

Chen Yi yawned slightly: "This Qi family doesn't seem to be very popular."

Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall is also an old house, and the lifespan of that house alone can be compared to five Zhuo Yanfei, but anyone who sees that old house will feel full of vitality.

Unlike the Qi family, it didn't seem like they had made their fortune for many years. The house was newly built for ten years?
But it is bright and beautiful at first glance, but you can't take a closer look, you will only feel gloomy and scary if you look closely.

Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi led the people to arrive slowly, not far away, Mu Chengfei peeked out.

The streets are dusty, and their colors are so brilliant that everything around them seems to be a foil.

Judging from this posture, he should be going to Qi's house.

Mu Chengfei was a little nervous.

It seems that Yue Qingqing really has a close relationship with the Qi family, if they attack the Qi family, they will inevitably have to meet Yue Qingqing.

Although he did come here for that.

"But this comes to the head, alas!"

Walking, walking, Mu Qingyun suddenly reined in his horse.

Mu Chengfei's limbs froze instinctively for a moment, and with a movement of his hand, the waist knife was half an inch away from the sheath before he stopped abruptly.

Chen Yi reached out to straighten Mu Qingyun's cloak: "Is it cold?"

Mu Qingyun waved his hand and looked towards the side of the street. Compared with ordinary small streets, this street is still a little cleaner, but it is inevitable that stove ashes, broken bricks and tiles are piled up.

At the entrance of the alley facing Qi's house, there were two trees with crooked necks. Under the trees, there 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 exposed just now became more conspicuous.

Mu Qingyun got off the horse, walked straight over and lifted the top layer of burlap.

Taking a closer look, Chen Yi was shocked: "Where did the child come from!"

In this pile of rubbish, curled up a little boy of seven or eight years old.

The child was skinny, skinny, barefoot, his face was so dirty that he couldn't see his facial features, his hair was disheveled, and his body was wrapped in some black, oily cloth strips and the like.

The exposed areas were all frostbite.

A gust of wind blew by, and he shivered suddenly. While shaking, he hid inside and looked at Mu Qingyun cautiously.

Mu Qingyun's eyes were sore, she quickly took off the cloak, wrapped the little boy layer by layer, and then briefly checked the child's physical condition.

His left leg was probably injured by something like a trap, but the bone was broken, not broken, and everything else was fine.

He touched his forehead again, it was 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 hasn't felt warm after being in the cold wind for so long, and even if he has a fever, he can't see it on the outside.

Mu Qingyun got up and looked around, went to the nearby porridge shop to buy a bowl of porridge, walked over to blow it, and fed the child a few mouthfuls.

After a few mouthfuls of porridge, the child stiffly turned upside down, buried his head in the bowl, and sucked it into his mouth with all his might, eating it faster and faster. 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, have another half bowl."

The child has obviously been hungry for a long time, and it is not appropriate to give too much.

Chen Yi asked someone to buy porridge, and at the same time ordered a junior brother, and hurried to find a doctor to come and see.

Mu Qingyun waited for the little baby to eat half a bowl of porridge again, the dead air on his face faded a lot, and there was a faint light in his eyes, so he asked half-coaxingly, "Little brother, how long have you been here?"

The little baby looked over in a daze, raised his hand with difficulty, and counted for a long time on his fingers, but did not speak.

A peddler selling noodle soup hurriedly said: "These things have not been touched for at least seven or eight days, and the small ones come to sell noodles every day."

Mu Qingyun nodded, and got up to check the small shack where the child lived. There were two earthen jars inside, one of which was clean and contained nothing, and the other was half filled with water.

After seeing all kinds of traces, she couldn't help but feel cold: "At least five days."

"Ouch, after a while, I will definitely freeze to death."

The peddler also broke out in a cold sweat, and was terrified.

He was selling pasta next to him, and if someone died, the customers would definitely feel bad luck.

As soon as the peddler's mouth was bald, he brought out a few words, Chen Yi gave him a wink, and a senior brother went over to take him away to discuss business.

Everyone has been busy for a long time, and they didn't eat at all, so it's good to have some warm noodle soup.

Before the doctor came, Mu Qingyun stretched out his hand to hold the child's hand, and massaged him little by little. True Qi gushed out and slowly rolled 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 was beating wildly, it seemed that he was indeed just in the subtle realm!
But it's even more scary!
How did she win Mu Luosheng?

Mu Chengfei knew about Yue Qingqing. Who wouldn't know the most famous young master in the world recently?

He never dreamed that one day he would find trouble with his daughter-in-law!
It's all Xing Zheng, an incomprehensible bastard, so there must be a bottom line for causing trouble!

He gritted his teeth and kept making mental preparations.

Even if it is Yue Qingqing, chivalrous people of my generation must not ignore things that are perverted.

Mu Qingyun didn't know that there were people thinking about her not far away, and her attention was all on the child, contemplating for a while, and she simply lowered her voice to ask questions, and diverted the child's attention.

"Little brother, look at the house with red lanterns on the wall across the way. Five days ago, it was the first snowfall day. Did anything special happen there?"

The child looked over in a daze, but Mu Qingyun did not urge him, but only slowly massaged the acupoints for him.

After a while, the child finally said: "I saw it. An uncle took a big sister to a place far, far away."

Mu Qingyun was startled.

The child looked at her quietly, opened his mouth and laughed: "That big sister must have lived a good life."

"My grandma said that my father, my mother, and my aunt all went to live a good life. My grandma also passed away last month. When they went, they all looked exactly like 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 what happened that night in detail.

With just a few words, Mu Qingyun was sure that at least most of the arrested criminals were not lying.

Wang Mingzhu died in the Qi family.

Xing Zheng saw the scene where the old lady of the Qi family had someone dispose of the corpse, so he had an idea and stole Wang Mingzhu out.