Xiao Qinghuan

Chapter 112

Yan Qing wanted to find Lu Feng.

Half of Chang'an City is the imperial city, and the emperor's forbidden place cannot be peeked at. The back is built against the mountain, and there is only one way to go out.

In other words, if Lu Feng came, there was only one way to come.

Yan Qing and Lu Feng had lived together for more than 20 years, and he knew that he was a man of his word. Since he said he would not enter Chang'an City in this life, he would never step on the edge of the city gate.

But coming out was just a chance, Yan Qing wandered aimlessly in the suburbs of the city for three days, but still got nothing.Things in Beijing have not been settled yet, Yan Qing didn't dare to go too far, and could only wander around within fifty miles of the suburbs.On the way, Ning Zongyuan sent someone to invite him once, but Yan Qing was too lazy to play with him, so he just handed in a note and went to work.

Yan Qing didn't know exactly what Ning Zongyuan told the ministers and officials in Beijing. He only knew that Ning Zongyuan brought Ning Yan back to the imperial city for dinner the next day. Among all the sons, Yan has his style the most.

When Jiang Ying came to deliver the letter overnight, Yan Qing said bluntly that this was probably the most wronged evaluation His Highness the Sixth Highness had ever heard in his life.

Finding a person who doesn't know where he is in the vast crowd is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, not to mention that Yan Qing can't even count as "fishing", at most he is just looking at the flowers on horseback.

After all, Jiang Xiaohan told him to wait, but how could he wait at ease.

Most of the outskirts of the city are the courtyards of the royal family, and further out are the villages and small towns. There is only a lonely inn beside the official road into the city.

The inn was opened outside Chang'an City, and there was no business in the leisure time, the shopkeeper and the waiter were also lazy, and the door would be closed every day before the time of Xu.

Yan Qing entered the door stepping on the clock, threw two pieces of loose silver on the counter, and went upstairs by herself.

He lived here for a few days, and the shopkeeper had figured out his temperament, so he put away the money and put it in the account without his order, and casually called a waiter to the back kitchen to urge the dishes.

Yan Qing entered the house and took off the saber.As the birthday banquet approached, the princes and foreign ministers from outside began to come to Beijing one after another, and today Yan Qing saw the carriages of the three families.It's just that he wandered around all day today, and found nothing except saving a child who almost fell into the water, and he didn't even see Lu Feng's shadow.

Today is the fourth day, and there are still twelve days before the birthday banquet in Beijing.

Yan Qing originally thought that he would only give himself five days, no matter whether Lu Feng was willing to show up to meet each other, or whether Lu Feng was not here at all, he had to go back to Beijing.

There was a sound of dull footsteps outside the door, the footsteps were light and heavy, and the legs and feet were slightly limping. It was the waiter of the store.On the second floor of the inn, there was only one guest, Yan Qing, and he knew that he was here to look for him.

Before the other party reached the door, Yan Qing got up first to meet him, but as soon as he opened the door, he heard a cry of pain in the corridor, and a tray flew towards him.

Yan Qing subconsciously caught the crumbling tea tray with one hand, so as not to spill the vegetable soup all over him.

Something came towards his ear, Yan Qing raised his foot and withdrew, touched a cup lid on the tea tray and threw it out.

The two objects collided in mid-air, and the lid of the cup made a crisp sound, announcing the end of life, and fell to the ground together with the other party. Yan Qing took a closer look and found that it was a peach pit.

The figure in the frost-colored gown stepped on the broken porcelain and lightly walked away from the uncovered cup of tea, rubbing Yan Qing's shoulders and entered the room unceremoniously.

Yan Qing looked back with a dull face, and put the dish in his hand on the table: "...Master, I brought two sets of clothes with me when I went out."

"Isn't it not sprinkled?" Lu Feng said boldly: "I'm ashamed to say, if you can't even catch this, you deserve to wash your clothes."

Although Yan Qing had a premonition earlier, when he really saw Lu Feng appearing, he still had a strange sense of detachment, as if the other party should not appear here.

Lu Feng picked up a small pickled cabbage cake from the plate and ate it politely, then patted the crumbs on his hand and glanced at Yan Qing.

"Why, you've been looking for me these days, and now you don't talk anymore." Lu Feng sighed deeply, and his affection was palpable: "The money is not enough, or is it that the Jiang family boy is making trouble again?"

Yan Qing: "..."

Yan Qing suddenly felt that with Lu Feng's temperament, it would not be surprising for him to appear anywhere.

"Ning Zongyuan wants to see you." Yan Qing said bluntly: "He negotiated terms with me, said he met you, and let Jiang Xiaohan go."

"Look, I have no heart." Lu Feng pointed his fingers at the table, and said heartbrokenly: "After more than 20 years of raising him, I only ran away with people for a few days, and I don't know where my heart is."

"I didn't do anything for him." Yan Qing honestly defended: "...I just feel that I should ask you what you mean."

Lu Feng glanced at him in disbelief.

Yan Qing cleaned her hands in the copper basin by the door, then walked to the table and sat beside Lu Feng, and said sincerely: "Xiaohan said, if you serve your old man in prison for a few days, you will be considered filial to your elders."

"Really?" Lu Feng raised his eyebrows.

Yan Qing nodded hurriedly.

"It's kind of a conscience." Lu Feng said.

Lu Feng was not surprised that Ning Zongyuan would make such a request to see him.

"He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" Lu Feng asked.

"No." Yan Qing shook his head: "It's just... Ning Zongyuan has already run out of fuel."

Lu Feng took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Yes."

"That's right." Yan Qing remembered something, took out the Shadow Guard jade token from his bosom and handed it to Lu Feng: "Master should keep this jade token for himself."

Lu Feng was startled, took it and held it in the palm of his hand: "He didn't want it?"

"He didn't see him, and I didn't take the initiative to tell." Yan Qing said: "If Master doesn't want to see him, I'll go back as usual. You don't have to worry about Xiaohan, everything has been taken care of."

"See you." Lu Feng put down the teacup and said lightly, "There are some things that should be done."

Yan Qing came out this time only because he wanted to see Lu Feng for peace of mind, he never expected that he would agree, and he agreed so simply.

"Go back and tell Ning Zongyuan that I won't go to the city. If you want to see me, you will be in the palace thirty miles out of the city in three days... If he wants to come, let him come."

Seeing him getting up to leave, Yan Qing hurriedly asked, "Where is Master going?"

"Why?" Lu Feng smiled and said, "Want to pay the rent for the teacher? It's a pity that the cooking skills of this family are really poor, so let's forget it."

Yan Qing: "..."

Lu Feng waved his hand casually, and said, "Go back to Beijing early in the morning, and when this matter is over, bring another little heartless person back to Kunlun."

As he spoke, he walked out along the way he came with his hands behind his back. The corner of his gown slipped over the low sill in front of the door, and he disappeared in an instant.

Lu Feng didn't go anywhere, he poured a pot of rice wine mixed with water on Yan Qing's account, and went out with it.

The palace thirty miles away from the suburbs of Beijing is actually not a palace in terms of size. It is more like a royal courtyard, with a pool of hot spring water inside. Can bloom.

That other courtyard was a gift from the first emperor to Ning Zongyuan when he was still a prince.Due to insufficient specifications, Ning Zongyuan has never been here since he ascended the throne.

For so many years, I don't know what Ning Zongyuan thought, he held this Zhuangzi tightly, and he just didn't award him out.

This is the royal place after all, Lu Feng didn't want to go in, so he walked around the outside with a half pot of cold wine, and finally found an old locust tree more than ten feet away by the back wall, feeling very satisfied, Stepping on the tree trunk, I found a stable thick branch and leaned on it.

This angle happened to be able to see a corner of the shadowy crabapple in the backyard, Lu Feng squinted his eyes, and felt that the flower seemed to be much more blurred than in his impression.

After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly realized that he was already old.

Yan Qing was very accurate in seeing the sky, the sky had been gloomy and gloomy for the past few days, and it wasn't until today that the snow started to fall.

In the middle of the night, the original fine snow has turned into heavy snow with goose feathers, and it falls quickly and quickly.Ning Yu was in a hurry to go out, and the servants also forgot to bring their umbrellas, but a layer of snow fell on his body after a few short steps from the carriageway inside the house, and it was immediately wet on his body when he was roasted by the brazier in the house.

The coat was fine, but his hair and neck were completely wet. His Royal Highness was not very proficient in martial arts, and he was not cold-resistant, so he was shivering from the cold, and he didn't recover until he roasted by the brazier for a quarter of an hour.

He came to see Jiang Xiaohan.

Ning Yu didn't want to look like a headless chicken who couldn't hold his breath, but Ning Zongyuan looked like he was going to be real.He even set aside a large area in the outer city of the imperial city, insisting on starting work in this freezing weather to build a shrine for Yan Qing.

He couldn't be sure of Ning Zongyuan's intentions, and he didn't want to avoid going to heavy prison if something went wrong at the moment when he leaped over the dragon's gate.

He took off the half-wet cloak on his body, took the tea bowl that was brought up, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "How is Master Jiang?"

Two days ago, for some reason, Fan Rong slipped and fell down the steps at the entrance of Zichen Hall. His right leg was swollen and he couldn't get out of bed easily.The jailer in the heavy prison has been panicking these two days and didn't know what to do. Now that Ning Yu came, he saw the backbone, and hurriedly kowtowed and replied: "Your Highness, there are people watching over the heavy prison every day... just ..."

Ning Yu frowned: "Just what?"

The jailer didn't dare to speak clearly, he hesitated and said: "It's just that the prison is no better than the outside after all, and it is inevitable that there will be some suffering."

Ning Yu had never been in prison, and he didn't know how Fan Rong treated Dai Jiang Xiaohan, but he thought that it was probably the same as the others, just lacking clothes and food.

Hearing this, he felt relieved: "Let's go, take me to meet Mr. Jiang."

It wasn't until meeting Jiang Xiaohan that Ning Yu realized how much water was involved in "suffering a little bit".

The iron chains were soaked in blood, and the dry grass under their feet was limply attached to the ground. When you bent over to touch it, it was covered with cold water vapor.Jiang Xiaohan leaned against the corner of the wall, blood dripping from the iron chain.Ning Yu stretched out his hand, only to feel that the other party's breathing was weak, and he was about to die.

"What's going on here!" Ning Yu said in surprise, "Who told you to be so foolish?"

The jailers complained endlessly, this was Fan Rong's intention, they dared to speak indiscriminately.It's a pity that Mr. Fan is recuperating at home in a good manner, leaving them small fish and shrimps here.

"Your Highness...Your Highness clearly learned that this is the rule in heavy prisons." The jailer hurriedly knelt down and confessed, racking his brains to find an excuse: "Master Fan said that Master Zuoxiang is very good at martial arts, so you have to follow the rules of generals. "

"Nonsense!" Ning Yu held his breath in his chest, unable to move up and down, and kicked the jailer angrily: "Go get the medicine and soft pillow!"

The jailer was kicked somersault by him, and he didn't even have the time to stand up, so he went out to do it without even crawling.

Jiang Xiaohan was always awake, and Ning Yu came in with a group of people, which could be heard halfway down the corridor.Jiang Ying swiftly gathered the blanket he was covering into a ball, hugged him and ran up the beam.Jiang Xiaohan was afraid that Ning Yu would grab him and ask him questions again, so he just got upset, grabbed the iron chain and pulled it out again, which made the wound start to bleed out like money.

It's just that the iron chain rubbed against the shoulder bone was uncomfortable after all, but Jiang Xiaohan was already mentally prepared, and he was still trembling with pain.

"...Your Highness?"

"Mingyuan?" Seeing that he woke up, Ning Yu hastily cleared himself up: "...This ignorant bastard can't even handle things, and the matter hasn't reached a conclusion yet, how could he torture you like this."

Jiang Xiaohan sneered in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. He lowered his eyes angrily, and said humbly: "...Your Highness has a lot of things to do every day, and it's normal not to take care of them for a while. It's just that Mr. Fan probably feels upset when he sees this minister. , there is no life without blood.”

While talking, the jailer came back in a hurry, not only brought wound medicine quilts, but also two more braziers that were burning.

Jiang Xiaohan's eyes hadn't seen the light for a long time, and he was stung by the fire for a moment, so he quickly turned his head away.

"Stupid stuff." Ning Yu scolded, "Don't you know how to move it outside?"

"Your Highness." Jiang Xiaohan didn't bother to see what he was doing here, so he said softly, "Is there anything important you want to come here today?"

Speaking of this, Ning Yu remembered the purpose of coming here today, but he looked at Jiang Xiaohan's miserable virtue, and felt a little speechless for a while.

"Your Highness." Jiang Xiaohan forced a smile: "There is nothing that cannot be ordered between the monarch and his ministers."

His face was astonishingly pale, and only in the firelight could he barely make up some blood. From this point of view, it seemed that he was sincere.

"...I'm ashamed to say it." Ning Yu said worriedly: "I don't know the future, but you—"

He wanted to say that your friend is good, but he thought it was too vulgar, but he thought it was inappropriate to say Madam.

Jiang Xiaohan understood his embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I know, Your Highness just said it."

Ning Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you know that he has come to Beijing?"

To Ning Yu's surprise, Jiang Xiaohan nodded flatly: "I know."

Before Ning Yu could ask, Jiang Xiaohan said again: "He once asked His Majesty's letter to visit me in prison."

Ning Yu was taken aback.

Ever since Yan Qing said bluntly that Ning Yu had the heart of being a king in the palace last time, Ning Zongyuan hadn't given him a good face these days, and Ning Yanxuan was brought into the palace to accompany him every day.Hearing Jiang Xiaohan's confession at this time, he couldn't help but feel angry, and his tone became colder: "Master Jiang, you know that your close friend bluntly said in the palace that the king has disobedience, which angered the father."

Jiang Xiaohan said: "Does Your Highness want to win him over?"

Ning Yu was speechless.

"I am too familiar with him. He will do what the way of heaven is. If you want to associate with him, he will not like it because of the utilitarianism." Jiang Xiaohan said earnestly: "As the last step is approaching, why is Your Highness panicking... ...don't do anything unnecessary, or it will become a deadly trap."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Fan Rong retired from an inexplicable illness, and An knew that it wasn't Ning Zongyuan who was warning him.

"But father's health is getting worse every day, and he still refuses to order me to be the crown prince." Ning Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Why?"

"Does it matter whether your Majesty makes an order?" Jiang Xiaohan smiled: "Could it be possible that if Your Majesty had chosen the Third Highness, you would be willing to be an idle prince."

Ning Yu was shocked, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back.

He stared at Jiang Xiaohan, his heart was pounding, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "...what do you know?"

"It's still the same sentence, what does the minister know, is it important?" Jiang Xiaohan said: "If the minister hadn't sincerely stood by your highness, the one sitting in the place where the minister is now should be your highness."

As Jiang Xiaohan said, he leaned slightly, leaned closer to Ning Yu's ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Forgive me to speak bluntly—Your Highness, when you break up, you end up with the same goal... In the end, no matter what parents and brothers are it's the same."

The author says:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone~ [Thanks to Cyclic, Moyu Weiliang, and Ju Hanbochuan for feeding the fish food~Thanks to Chen Ye for feeding the catnip~Thank you very much~