Everyone in the room looked solemn, especially Xiangzhen, although she didn't cry, she was two times thinner than when Mu Xiaowu last saw her, and there was no blood on her face, and the two dark blue eye circles showed that she hadn't slept well for a few days.

Jia Yan lay on a bed by the window, his eyes closed, his face was a little worse than his mother's, white and blue, and his lips were covered with skin from dryness, like dry earth.

Mu Xiaowu was shocked, and just wanted to ask Jiayan what was wrong, but he was afraid of causing Xiangzhen to be sad, so his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say a word.

"Miss Mu, can you take a step to speak?" Zhao Zimai walked over, nodded at her, and then walked out of the house.

Mu Xiaowu willingly followed him into the courtyard, and before he could speak, Zhao Zimai seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and answered the questions in her heart.

"After the evil man left Jiayan's body that night, he fainted, and we all thought it was because of his weakness, and there was nothing serious. But when she found Xiangzhen, she told us that after the evil kidnapped her to the bottom, she hit Jiayan hard, trying to make him lose his mind and completely control him, because Jiayan had prevented it from killing Qingcheng. Now although the evil plan has failed, Jiayan's body has been seriously damaged, and this child may not be able to wake up for the rest of his life. ”

Mu Xiaowu felt a pain in his heart, "Jiayan is still so young, does he have to spend the rest of his life on the bed?" ”

As soon as she asked this sentence, she suddenly saw Zhao Zimai's eyes flashing and glanced at her. Mu Xiaowu turned around and saw Yan Qingcheng walking in from outside, holding a large bouquet of unusually bright flowers in his arms.

"Miss Mu, are you well?" He walked towards Mu Xiaowu, his expression was peaceful, and his face was plated with a light layer of gold by the sun, "Thanks to you this time, a few of us have picked up a life from that evil hand, I really don't know how to thank you." ”

Mu Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, "Gongzi Yan is polite, I'm fine, Gongzi's body is ...... Okay? ”

This sentence obviously has another layer of deep meaning, because Yan Qingcheng's body seems to be recovering well, but what she is surprised by is his state of mind: not only did he not show the slightest sadness like the people in the room inside, but his demeanor was as usual, and even after hearing that she had recovered, a warm smile appeared on his face.

Why did he behave the way he did? Mu Xiaowu couldn't figure it out, and Zhao Zimai, who was standing on the side, couldn't figure it out, so after exchanging glances with Mu Xiaowu, he tentatively asked Yan Qingcheng, "Have you thought about Jiayan's matter?" I was thinking about sending him to Europa, where the medical skills were much more advanced, but then I thought that it would take three months to take a boat alone, and I am afraid that he would not be able to support him......"

"Jiayan is already weak, and he has to get sick several times a year, so the risk of taking a boat is too great for him." After Yan Qingcheng finished speaking lightly, he beckoned the two of them to follow him out of the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard is a large grassy slope, as far as the eye can see, the wind shakes the flower branches, and the four fields flow fragrantly, like pieces of colorful clouds, spread between the lush hillsides.

"Zimai, Xiao Wu, you two don't have to worry so much," Yan Qingcheng stood in front of the grassy slope, the mountain wind blew the corners of his robe, setting him off like an immortal who was not stained with mortal dust, "You have to have some hope for everything, you see the wildflowers in this mountain, they are withering year after year, but in the coming year, they are still full of vitality." Jiayan is a strong kid and I'm sure he'll get through it. ”

After speaking, he was silent for a while, then suddenly turned around and threw the bouquet in his hand into the arms of Zhao Zimai, who was standing stiffly, "Zimai, your mind is too heavy, everyone has to take care of it, everything has to be done, and you are too tired to live." In the future, I should learn more from Miss Mu, and look down on everything, so that I don't have to work so hard. ”

Zhao Zimai was stunned by this brainless sentence, and muttered, "You kid still dare to talk about me, you haven't hidden your heart yourself......"

"Not anymore."

Yan Qingcheng responded with a smile, his shoulders sank easily, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on his shoulders, refracting a gentle light, not bright, but Mu Xiaowu felt that the light pierced his eyes.

***

Three months later, Muslim's grandchildren visited Yan Mansion again. According to Mu Xiaowu, this medicine was obtained by the two of them by chance in the people, specializing in the treatment of "stupor", so the two grandparents and grandchildren traveled day and month to bring this medicine to Zhangtai.

Sure enough, after Jiayan took this decoction, it only took a few days, and he was able to respond; After a few more days, his hands and feet were sentient, and he could speak and laugh; After half a moon, he was able to get out of bed and walk around, no different from ordinary people.

The Yan family is very happy, and there is no need to elaborate.

A few days later, Mu Xiaowu and Mu Cripple once again sat in the carriage heading north, but this time the atmosphere in the carriage was much heavier, and even the heavy bag of silver ingots placed next to them didn't seem to make them excited, although it was now making a crisp sound of "bells" with the bumps of the carriage.

After walking like this for a while, Mu Xiaowu was really bored and irritable, so he reached out to unwrap the package, wanting to take out a pu fan to fan the wind. She dug into the package for a long time, and finally grabbed the handle of the fan and pulled out the fan, but with it, there was an envelope, and on the cover were written five beautiful small characters in italics: Miss Mu personally opened.

This letter was found in the baggage she carried after she left the Yan family three months ago, and she has kept it because it was written by Yan Qingcheng and is his masterpiece.

"Miss Mu, when you read this letter, I have turned into that all-encompassing decoction. You should have guessed by now that I left in a hurry after returning home, not to do business in other places, but to return to Zhaitang Village and come to the Tao family's old house, because there, there was an old urn waiting for me. ”

"After the evil cult kidnapped me, he put a prescription in my clothes, and when I saw Jiayan's situation, I understood its intentions. It wants me to choose between myself and Jiayan, the two of us, only one can live, and the one who lives will always be burdened with regret until the end of life. Of course, I chose to save Jiayan, but I didn't want it to succeed, and I didn't want Jiayan to live in remorse forever. Therefore, I hope you will help me complete that last step, it can only be you, not Xiangzhen, nor Zimai, the deep pain of love, they can't afford it. ”

"So Miss Mu, please forgive me for my selfishness. Deeply grateful and righteous, it is difficult to repay it, so I can only wish Miss Mu a smooth life and no disasters. ”

"Yan Qingcheng respectfully."

***

"You say, the moment Yan Gongzi jumped into the urn, did he really not regret it?" Seeing that she carefully folded the letter and repacked it into the envelope, Mu Cripple asked tentatively.

Mu Xiaowu opened the corner of the curtain and looked at the blue sky outside, it was autumn at this time, and the grass in the mountains had already turned a little yellow, adding a bit of desolation to the gorgeous autumn colors.

"Others may do, but Yan Qingcheng won't."

Mu Xiaowu said this sentence firmly, she had dreamed several times that he was standing in front of the old urn, and the dark decoction reflected the smile on the corner of his lips that seemed to never dissipate.

"Miss Mu, please wait."

There was an anxious call from behind the carriage, Mu Xiaowu turned around, and saw Xiangzhen hurriedly chasing after the carriage with Jiayan in his arms, so he hurriedly ordered the coachman to stop.

"Miss Mu," Xiangzhen breathlessly and leaned on the window with one hand, "Miss Mu, you...... Qingcheng has contacted you, he has been gone for a few months, there is no news, and I don't know where he went, now that Jiayan is good, I want to tell him the good news, but I don't know where to find him. ”

"Nope." Mu Xiaowu didn't hesitate to say these two words, but when she saw Xiangzhen's face that darkened for a moment, she added, "I believe that Yan Gongzi will not go far, because he is reluctant to let you go." ”

Xiangzhen's eyes lit up, "Really? ”

"Mother, I told you a long time ago, little uncle, he will definitely come back, because I dreamed of him when I was asleep, and that's what he told me in my dream." Jia Yan said with great certainty, then turned his gaze to Mu Xiaowu, and continued in a soft voice, "Sister, a few days ago you asked me about the rosary, because I just woke up, I couldn't remember it for a while, but I suddenly remembered something. ”

"Where did the rosary come from?" Hearing this, Mu Cripple also hurriedly squeezed his head out of the window.

Jia Yan raised his head to look at the sky and said slowly, "The rosary is not an evil one, it was found in the valley by an evil one, and it hung on the hand of a dried corpse, and it seemed to suppress their souls. Later, the evil took off the rosary and wanted to use it against you, my sister, but as soon as I took it off, I heard a man's voice. ”

"Men? What did he say? Mu's lame body slammed.

"The moon is out." Jia Yan's eyes widened and he said word by word. (End of red jade soup)