After hearing her question, Yan Qingcheng's face slightly stopped. He held the jade ring on the index finger of his right hand with his left hand and rubbed it for a long time before he slowly said, "The one that happened was my nephew Jiayan. He went out to fly a kite a few days ago, but after he came back, he fainted and could not wake up no matter what. The doctor he found said that he was healthy and had no illness. But after all these days, he had been sleeping in the bed and showed no sign of waking up. He could only rely on some forced soup to fill in to maintain his life. I went to Zhangtai City today and came to hire a doctor, but I happened to see the unconscious woman. Her symptoms were very similar to Jiayan, and it can be said that they were exactly the same, so I thought of this layer: Perhaps Jiayan was not sick, but was caught by something and it was unknown."

Mu Xiaowu blinked, "Apart from flying kites, did he do other things before he fell into a coma? For example, did he pass by a grave? Have he encountered a funeral team? Or," she paused for a moment, and then said, "I asked more disrespectfully, has the mansion done funerals recently?"

Yan Qingcheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "No, everything in the family is going well, business is booming, and the servants are all in peace. And in a few days it will be the 60th birthday of my father. Everyone in the mansion is busy preparing, and there is joy and peace. How can there be any funeral funeral?"

Mu Xiaowu swallowed a piece of snack and gently stroked his chin with one hand, "That's strange. Most of the people who have been caught in the soul have encountered evil things and have been captured for no reason. This is the first time I saw it." She said as she picked up a piece of date paste and swallowed it voraciously, wiping the residue on the corner of her mouth with embarrassment, then continued, "After that, your uncle and nephew must have a good relationship."

Yan Qingcheng was stunned, and a light flashed across his brown eyes, "How do you say this?"

Mu Xiaowu raised his eyebrows and turned his eyes to the bulging pocket beside Yan Qingcheng, "The cage inside contains crickets, the children's favorite one."

Yan Qingcheng said "Oh", and a sad smile appeared on his face, "Yes, this was bought for Jiayan. From our Yan family to Jiayan, he is the only child like him in our generation. He always yells that he is very lonely, so I want this little thing to be his companion."

"Your family has a great career. Will there be no other children to play with him?" Mu Xiaowu was puzzled.

"For a child, this family business may not be a good thing." Yan Qingcheng opened the window and looked at the lights that were getting closer and closer in the distance. There was the Yan Mansion. Within one stick of incense, they could reach the Yan Mansion, which was bigger than a town. "Ordinary children dare not approach Jiayan, because they all knew that he was the young master of the Yan family and a treasure of the entire Yan family. Even if there were a few who didn't know the details and wanted to play with Jiayan, they would be classified as the ulterior motives by my brother and drove it away without mercy. So Jiayan... He has never had a playmate since he was a child, except me..."

"Isn't it enough to have you?" Mu Xiaowu was concentrating on eating snacks, so he said absent-mindedly. She didn't notice that when she said this, the sadness on Yan Qingcheng's face became a little more serious, just like the increasingly heavy night color covering the Yan Mansion.

***

Although the Yan Mansion is more grand than Mu Xiaowu imagined, it is not without its charm. As soon as you walk into the gate of Wu Dai, you can feel a strong Jiangnan flavor: the rivers, pavilions, towers, and no vermilion paint. All the ink and wash walls and white stone foundations are like an ancient ink painting, slowly spreading, and the sparse strokes have a different style.

According to Yan Qingcheng, this is because the ancestors of the Yan family had traveled to Shaoxing. Because they loved the "Apricot flowers, misty rain, and Wuyi Lane", they built this house after they came back.

However, the Mu family's grandchildren did not understand the elegant pleasures of these scholars. Their only feeling was that the food in the Yan family was particularly delicious.

Especially the "soft beef intestines through flowers", you need to choose tender lamb and wash it into the pot, add seasonings and cook on heat until the meat is rotten, remove the soup oil, remove the mutton and pour it into the beef intestines, put it in the spice soup pot and cook it. After cooling, change it to a knife and cut it into large oblique slices and put it on a plate, pour it on hot soy sauce, garlic sauce, and sprinkle green pepper shreds.

This dish has a soft and mellow taste, and the grandparents and grandchildren couldn't stop eating it. There was also the egg custard steamed with fish white and various river fresh food. It was named "Phoenix Fe". It is soft, tender and fragrant, and it slips into the belly immediately after entering the mouth and does not need to be chewed at all.

However, just as the two were having a feast, Yan Yuchi, the eldest son of the Yan family, looked at them impatiently, and looked at Yan Qingcheng from time to time. The meaning in his eyes was very clear: Have you ever found two people to treat Jiayan after going out?

Yan Qingcheng replied with a soothing look from his brother, and pushed the dishes at his hand towards the grandparents and grandchildren of the Mu family, and said softly, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

"I won't eat anymore, I won't eat anymore, I'm full." Mu Xiaowu said as he stuffed a small bun into his mouth, then stood up and looked at Mu Cuzi, grabbed his still dancing chopsticks, and squeezed a smile from his face, "Grandpa, it's almost done, it's time to do the job."

Mu Crooked a few times and didn't pull out the chopsticks, so he had to glar at Mu Xiaowu, touched his round belly and stood up, "Okay, let's take a look at the baby and see which immortal he offended."

***

There were many people gathered in Jiayan's room, in addition to the maid and mother who served him, Jiayan's mother Xiangzhen, as well as Yan Yuchi and Yan Qingcheng's father, Yan Bailin, the leader of the Yan family.

Mu Cutezi and Mu Xiaowu had seen a lot of people and came straight to Jiayan's collapse.

Jiayan was originally whiter than ordinary people, and now she has been in a coma for a few days, and her face has become pale. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of her chest, Mu Xiaowu almost thought he had lost his breath. She looked back at Mu Clezi and whispered, "Grandpa, come and see, why do I think his situation is not as good as that woman in the afternoon."

Mu Crouchi sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, gently pulled open Jiayan's eyelids and looked at it, then placed his index and middle fingers at the bottom of his nose and tried his breath. He shook his head and said, "It's not easy to deal with. This child has been delaying for too long and is almost out of breath."

After hearing what he said, the crowd was immediately frightened, and Xiang Zhen's legs became even weaker. If the maid hadn't been supporting him, she would have been sank to the ground long ago.

Seeing this, Mu Clee quickly said, "Don't be anxious first. I said it's not easy to deal with it, it's not that I can't save it anymore. Now you go find a ball of cotton and find two reed tubes or onion tubes."

"What do you want these things to do?" Yan Qingcheng walked to Mu Cu and asked.

"Due to the air, first pass the air and then save people." Mu Xiaowu raised his voice and glanced at Yan Yuchi behind him, "Go and prepare quickly, why are you still standing there?"
Chapter completed!