Chapter 174 Tattoo
Zhu Lan and his group reunited and were having a lively chat.
From the next room, Zhu Qingyan's coughing sound continued to be heard.
She also ran around in the rain all night today. Because she had given the umbrella to her disabled father-in-law early on, Zhu Qingyan was exposed to the rain longer than anyone else. She started to have a fever when she returned to the room.
There were only Murong Jing and Zhu Qingyan in the room at this time. Murong Jing had a strong body since childhood and had never known what a cold was, let alone how to take care of herself. She was so anxious that she scratched her head.
The only thing she could think of was to boil some hot water for Zhu Qingyan to drink.
She helped Zhu Qingyan sit up, but the water was too hot. Zhu Qingyan shook his head and said he would drink it later.
"Ajing, am I going to die..." Zhu Qingyan lay back in the quilt and said softly.
"Die!" Murong Jing glared at her. "It's no big deal. I've asked someone to make some medicine. Drink the medicine and have a good sleep. I guarantee you'll be fine tomorrow!"
Zhu Qingyan felt a burning sensation on his body and pulled Murong Jing's sleeve weakly.
"Ajing, when I was sick as a child, my mother would tell me stories." She looked at Murong Jing eagerly.
Murong Jing was even more troubled, scratching the back of her head anxiously, "Where can I go to invite your mother at this late hour?"
Zhu Qingyan pursed his lips and didn't continue talking, feeling a little aggrieved.
Just then, someone pushed the door open. It was Little A Jiang, holding a bowl of steaming medicine in his hand.
Zhu Qingyan looked at A Jiang in disbelief, then looked at Murong Jing with a strange look.
You let such a young child make medicine?
Murong Jing understood the question in her eyes and said innocently, "But I can't do it."
Zhu Qingyan shook his head helplessly, sat up again with the help of Murong Jing, and took the medicine bowl from A Jiang.
It was actually warm.
"Sister, A Jiang has blown your hair, it's not hot anymore." A Jiang stood beside the bed and said very obediently.
Zhu Qingyan thanked the little Ajiang gratefully and drank a mouthful of the medicine. It was very bitter, but Zhu Qingyan was not afraid. He closed his eyes and drank it down with a determined heart.
Murong Jing stared at Zhu Qingyan after she finished drinking the medicine, then her eyes fell back on A Jiang. Only then did she notice that there was a big hole on her sleeve. The edge of the hole was charred, obviously caused by fire, and she hurriedly asked her what happened.
A Jiang said it was okay, he just wasn't paying attention when decocting the medicine and was accidentally burned by the fire, which he put out immediately.
It’s not a big deal that the sleeves are burned like this. Fortunately, I borrowed a set of girls’ clothes from the people before, so I can only change A Jiang now.
Murong Jing found some clothes, closed the door, and clumsily helped A Jiang take off his clothes.
Suddenly, Murong Jing's gaze fixed on A Jiang's left shoulder.
It was a tattoo that looked like an animal head.
Murong Jing's eyes trembled violently twice, first in extreme disbelief, and soon turned into solemnity.
"You..." Murong Jing's words were stuck in her throat, as if she didn't know how to ask next.
This animal head tattoo is a symbol that only the Uzbek royal family has!
Murong Jing looked at A Jiang's face carefully again and saw that her brow bones were slightly protruding, which really gave her some Hu features.
Could it be that...
"Ajing, what's wrong?" Zhu Qingyan asked in a hoarse voice.
Murong Jing had calmed down and shook her head gently, saying, "It's nothing, it's just that my clothes were burned quite badly, I'm afraid I have to throw them away."
"Supplies are in short supply right now. Let me take a look. If it can still be repaired, don't throw it away."
Zhu Qingyan wanted to get up and check, but Murong Jing pushed her back without any explanation and told her to have a good rest and not to worry.
Seeing Zhu Qingyan closed his eyes again, Murong Jing took A Jiang and moved a stool to sit down, and the tone seemed like they were just chatting.
"A Jiang, did you grow up in Long An County?"
Ah Jiang nodded seriously, his big eyes showing no sign of hiding anything.
Murong Jing thought for a while, "Besides your parents, are there any other people in your family, such as uncles, aunts, grandparents, etc.?"
A Jiang's clear eyes flashed with confusion. He shook his head first, then suddenly raised his head and asked:
"Sister, my father and mother have drifted away with the water. Will they come back to find me?"
A child of this age cannot fully understand matters of life and death. She was waiting for Murong Jing's answer very attentively.
Murong Jing couldn't think of any clever and nice words to comfort her, so she could only vaguely say, "Maybe."
Then she changed the subject and chatted for a while. After finally coaxing Ah Jiang to sleep, Murong Jing tiptoed out of the room.
After closing the door, her expression instantly turned cold.
As for Ajiang’s identity, the person most likely to know the truth now is Duan Wenqing.
There was a hint of hesitation in Murong Jing's eyes. How should she ask?
When he got up at night, he covered his face, tied him up, and used threats and inducements?
After thinking it over again and again, she shook her head and decided that it would be better to just test it out directly and then go find other people to confirm it.
Murong Jing directly called Duan Wenqing out of the house and said that A Jiang missed her parents, and she wanted to make up some stories about A Jiang's parents to tell her, so she needed to know some things.
"You and A Jiang have always been neighbors, but have you never seen anyone in her family other than her parents?"
Duan Wenqing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Her family moved in later, when A Jiang was still a baby."
"Her parents..." Murong Jing paused for a moment, "Are they good-looking?"
"They are just ordinary people, but they are very nice and have good relationships with the villagers." Duan Wenqing thought for a moment and replied.
“So are they nice to Ajahn?”
"My dear daughter, how can I not be good?" Duan Wenqing seemed not to understand why the other party would ask such a question.
Murong Jing nodded. If she continued asking, it would only arouse suspicion. She then asked Duan Wenqing for the names of A Jiang's parents and memorized them.
Murong Jing did not return to her room, but went directly to the place where the people of Long'an were temporarily accommodated.
"Miss Murong, is Zhu girl feeling better? I have a folk remedy here, you can give it back and try it on her..."
As soon as they saw Murong Jing, many people gathered around. The people had seen and remembered everyone's hard work in the past few days.
Murong Jing felt a warm feeling in her heart. She thanked everyone for their kindness one by one, and then asked about A Jiang's parents in a roundabout way.
However, the information obtained from the people who knew Ajiang's parents was no different from Duan Wenqing's.
The couple were both Han people of ordinary appearance. They came to Long'an County five years ago, but no one knew where they came from. People only vaguely heard that they fled from the north.
Murong Jing was even more suspicious. Wuzi was indeed north of Daliang, but if A Jiang was really a member of the Wuzi royal family, why was he taken away by two Han people?
A possibility gradually emerged in her mind, but she was not sure.
I want to ask my father, but it is definitely not safe to send such a confidential matter through the post station. Mu'er is not around, and there is no one who can take the message.
For now, I can only keep A Jiang by my side and make plans after returning to the academy.
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