Xiao Qinghuan

Chapter 29

The gloomy sky weighed down heavily, the black clouds stretched thousands of miles, and the morning light of sunrise was covered by the heavy mist, making people breathless.

Jiang Xiaohan's face was as sinking as water, and it was even more unreasonably chilling than the sky.

What happened to Granny Wen was beyond his expectation. Jiang Xiaohan did try to get news about Wen Zui from Granny Wen, but most of the news was harmless, and it was just to support his already conjectures.

Jiang Xiaohan bit the corner of his lips subconsciously, he couldn't figure out what was neglected by him, but important things slipped from under his nose.

When Jiang Xiaohan heard about this for the first time, he turned around and left almost immediately, leaving the yelling Jiang Mo behind him, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

Yan Qing felt that something was wrong with him, so he comforted Jiang Mo and chased after him.Jiang Xiaohan's lightness kung fu was not inferior to him, Yan Qing searched all the way in the direction, and did not see Jiang Xiaohan's figure until the alley entrance.

Jiang Xiaohan stood at the entrance of the alley, holding a long black sword in his hand, and there were several soldiers in civilian clothes kneeling in front of him, and the leader man was talking to him.

Yan Qing walked over in silence, and the man fell silent when he heard his footsteps.

"Keep talking." Jiang Xiaohan said, "There's no need to guard against him."

However, Yan Qing could hear the low-pitched anger suppressed under his indifference, the thunder that had been buried in the dark clouds gradually became clearer, as if at that moment, the wrath of thunder really descended in accordance with justice.

"My lord, we watched it before the curfew. Business is not good these few days, and Granny Wen always rests early." The man hung his head with a look of annoyance: "Plus Wen Zui also comes here from time to time, We don't want to keep an eye on it too closely, we just need to check twice a day that there is nothing abnormal."

"So, the person died during the curfew?" Jiang Xiaohan lowered his eyes and looked at the hilt in his hand: "Was anyone else present when it was discovered?"

"No more." The man hurriedly said: "When we found out, we immediately closed the door to invite your lord. If your lord is not in the mansion, we dare not preside over it."

Jiang Xiaohan pursed his lips, stopped talking, raised his foot to pass by the man, and ran into the alley.

Before dawn, the people in the Shenwei camp were brisk and didn't disturb others.The door of Granny Wen's house is closed, the faded Spring Festival couplets at the door are still the same as a few days ago, and the curtain on the eaves of the door is still crumbling, like an old man who is dying.

Jiang Xiaohan stood still in front of the door, and the smell of blood came out from the cracks in the door panel, enveloping him whole.

He regained his composure, drew out his sword and broke the door bolt, and pushed open the wooden door.

The overwhelming bloody smell instantly overwhelmed him, and the dazzling blood color almost dazzled his eyes.Granny Wen was lying on the steps facing the gate. Her throat was cut open, and the blood slowly seeped into her body and dripped down the steps, almost staining half of the courtyard red.

Granny Wen looked in the direction of the door with her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

Jiang Xiaohan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the whistling wind suddenly sounded in his ears, as if he had instantly fallen from an ordinary Jiangnan small courtyard back to late autumn six years ago, standing on Guifeng Mountain eighty miles away in the suburbs of Beijing.

The Caotang Temple was full of incense, and he rushed to the mountain in the dark, but he only had time to see a sea of ​​smoldering flames.

He was covered in dust, and his hands were covered with blood and abrasions from climbing the mountain overnight.But when he rushed into the sea of ​​fire with a heart that was about to burst, all he was left with was the nanny in a pool of blood.

She still maintained the posture of crawling out of the door, her clothes were soaked in blood, she was still breathing when she saw him, tears fell down the corners of her eyes weakly, and she only said to him softly: "Master, you are late!" Already."

The venomous flames licked the wood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of kerosene. Jiang Xiaohan clutched the nanny's clothes tightly, and the wooden beams of the main room not far away collapsed, making a toothache muffled sound.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't know until later that his mother was hanging from the collapsed beam.

The fire burned half of the sky as bright as day, and a melodious bell sounded from the main hall far away from Caotang Temple, as if knocking into his brain from his temple.

Jiang Xiaohan had a splitting headache and couldn't help shaking his body.

Yan Qing just wanted to step forward to help him, but he had already stabilized himself.

There was finally a thunderclap in the thundercloud, and heavy rain poured down.

Jiang Xiaohan collected himself, took a few steps forward, and leaned over to inspect Granny Wen's body.The knife wound on Granny Wen's throat was narrow inward and outward, very ferocious.But the port is neat and it's a one-shot kill.Jiang Xiaohan knew the wound. He raised his hand and pressed his chest. The wound on his chest had almost healed, but he still remembered how neatly the sharp long knife was cut.

Is warm drunk people.

He straightened up in silence, and just as he took a step back, he stepped on something hard.Jiang Xiaohan bent down and picked up the blood-soaked thing from the corner of the steps, only to find that it was a half-carved wooden rabbit.

It was probably carved by Granny Wen herself, the engravings are messy, and the shape is only roughly outlined. It seems that it fell out of the basket halfway through the carving. Granny Wen's eyesight is not good, so she didn't notice it.

The wooden block was soaked in blood, Jiang Xiaohan wiped it with his thumb, the blood stains mixed with dirt stuck on it tenaciously, shocking.

Jiang Xiaohan's eyes darkened, and he put it into his sleeve silently.

"I was wrong before." Jiang Xiaohan said, standing in the courtyard with his back to Yan Qing, he seemed to restrain his gaffe in an instant, his voice was steady and deep: "I always thought that Granny Wen knew about it. Why did you get kicked out of Wenfu?"

"But it's not." Jiang Xiaohan turned around, paused every word, and said, "Wen Zui's things are hidden here with Granny Wen."

The heavy rain wet his coat, and his temple hair was beaten into strands by the rain and stuck to his cheeks, making him look a little embarrassed.But Yan Qing didn't move, neither did he.

Yan Qing was so clever that he understood his meaning almost instantly: "You mean, what Luo Suifeng stole came from Granny Wen?"

"Ever since I was attacked by the ship owner, I have been thinking why Wen Zui is so sure that I took things." Jiang Xiaohan said: "Obviously I have only been to Wenfu once, if you really doubt me, you should test me first Somehow, they wouldn’t attack me so eagerly, instead they gave me a big excuse.”

"Although Wen Zui is an idiot, he is not so stupid."

"But from the very beginning, the things were hidden with Granny Wen." Yan Qing said: "It just so happens that the things were stolen after you left Granny Wen's house, so it is reasonable for him to find you."

"Two years ago, Wen Zui drove Granny Wen's family out of the Wen residence. Later, Feng Lei may or may not have discovered something, but due to Wen Zui's suspiciousness, after Feng Lei came to the door many times, he must have murderous intentions. "Jiang Xiaohan said: "At first, I thought that Wen Zui could not let go of his long-term friendship, so he released people by Granny Wen's side. But now it seems that this group of people may not only take care of her."

"Still monitoring her." Yan Qing said.

Jiang Xiaohan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yan Qing passed him to look at the situation in the courtyard, only to find that Granny Wen was lying on the steps under the porch, he frowned, and walked into the house.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't stop him. After a while, Yan Qing walked out of the room with a clean dress in his hand, reached out to close Granny Wen's eyes, spread the clothes and covered her body.

After doing all this, he half-knelt down, stretched out his hand to hold Granny Wen's hand, and chanted a mantra of passing away with his eyes downcast.

Jiang Xiaohan stood two steps away and looked at him, Yan Qingan was half-kneeling there quietly, his long hair fell down his shoulder bones, he looked peaceful and peaceful, and there was an unworldly look in his eyes Compassion is like a hidden god, only in the place of suffering can one barely see the fairy's appearance in the clothes and feathers.

He seems to have always been so upright, clean, never touched by this world, he is really a person like Huai Jin holding a jade.

Jiang Xiaohan stood in the rain, blood mixed with rainwater winding to his feet.He waited silently for Yan Qing to finish reciting the mantra, then turned around and walked out without looking back.

Yan Qing followed closely behind, and when he reached the entrance of the alley, he asked in a low voice the man in light armor guarding the entrance of the alley to go in and bury him.

"Death is like a lamp going out." Jiang Xiaohan kept walking, his voice was faint, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "When people are gone, there will be nothing."

Yan Qing looked at him upon hearing this.

Jiang Xiaohan's coat was already wet, and it stuck tightly to his body, outlining the lines of his shoulders and back.He walked forward step by step, as if he would never hesitate.

Jiang Xiaohan's voice pierced through the rain, almost sighing: "The living people can only do more people to live."