Xiao Qinghuan

Chapter 10

Jiang Xiaohan laughed teasingly all the way, laughing until Yan Qing's ears turned red.

When we returned to the post station, it was already [-]:[-] pm, Xiao Er lay on the counter at the back of the lobby and fell asleep soundly. Jiang Xiaohan walked lightly, but he didn't wake him up.

Of course, Yan Qing would not give Jiang Xiaohan a dose of medicine for no reason, and the two of them were not wealthy sons who needed to be served, so they went upstairs quietly without disturbing anyone.

Jiang Xiaohan's room was half a corridor away from Yan Qing's. He stood at the top of the stairs and watched Yan Qing go back to his room before he raised his hand and opened the door of his room.

There was a candle lamp left in the room, and Jiang Ying was half-kneeling in the room. When he saw him come back, he took out a bamboo tube sealed with beeswax from his bosom.

"Master left with his front feet, and the pigeon flew out of Wen's mansion with its hind legs and headed west." Jiang Ying said: "My subordinate saw something hanging from the pigeon's feet, so he stopped it first, and showed it to you."

Jiang Xiaohan hummed lightly, took the bamboo tube from Jiang Ying's hand, and with a little force, the beeswax cracked a small crack from it.Jiang Xiaohan sat at the table, carefully peeled off the wax shell and placed it on the table, and pulled out a thin piece of paper from the bamboo tube.

The paper treaty was two fingers wide, Jiang Xiaohan moved the candlestick closer, and carefully unfolded the note, only to see two lines written in small script on the note.

"The road ahead is long, whether to go or not."

Jiang Xiaohan laughed, and casually threw the note into Jiang Ying's arms.Jiang Ying glanced at her with downcast eyes, and couldn't help saying angrily: "Wen Zui's tone is so loud, and he has such dirty thoughts in Pingjiang."

"If he wants my life, he still doesn't dare." Jiang Xiaohan rubbed his fan bone: "Your Majesty asked me to thoroughly investigate Jianghuai this time, just to move Li Chu's mind. This last hurdle is ahead, whether it is Pingjiang's Wenzui , or He Liuyun from Huainan in the future, no one would dare to move me easily without the instruction of those two in Beijing."

Jiang Xiaohan raised his eyes, and contemptuously gathered the wax blocks on the table into a pile: "If I die in Jianghuai, I will clearly tell Your Majesty that there is something wrong with this huge land of fish and rice—although Your Majesty has been ill for a long time, Longwei is still there. No matter whether it is the third prince Ning Zheng or the fourth prince Ning Yu, they will never dare to openly disobey His Majesty."

"Then Wen Zui's words, do you have any deep meaning?" Jiang Ying said.

"Your son, I am a close minister of the emperor. It's strange to be missed." Jiang Xiaohan smiled, as if the flash of coldness just now was just an illusion: "Sooner or later, the battle for the crown prince will come to a conclusion, and Ning Zheng is only one day." As an idiot, Ning Yu knows better than anyone else that I will not be willing to assist a fool. So I just want to make some articles while I am out of Beijing. Whether it is coercion or temptation, or both favor and threat, in the end I am still useful, and Wen Zui dare not To act rashly—that's enough."

"Seal the bamboo tube and send it as it is." Jiang Xiaohan said: "By the way, send someone to follow and see who this letter was sent to."

"Yes." Jiang Ying lowered her eyes and said softly.

The young man turned out of the window without a sound, and Jiang Xiaohan sat for a while before standing up and extinguishing the candle.

The moonlight slanted in from the window, and Jiang Xiaohan stood by the window with a gloomy expression. The moonlight stretched his shadow very long, making him look alone and weak.

But his expression was very firm.When he is not smiling, the aristocratic temperament on his body will fade a lot, revealing the calmness and arrogance deep in his bones and blood. The gentle night wind blows over his slightly tensed jaw, leaving a smile on the corners of his thinned lips. A long sigh.

With Jiang Ying gone, only Yan Qing's room on the second floor was still lit.

The clapper on the street had already been knocked for the third time, but Yan Qing still didn't feel sleepy, he sat at the table expressionlessly, with a few copper coins for divination loosely gathered in his hand.

Until the candle oil accumulated a thick layer on the copper base, Yan Qing didn't throw out this hexagram.

He was very upset.

Jiang Xiaohan is by no means as harmless as he appears, Yan Qing knows it very well.

The other party he sees now is just the tip of the iceberg, it can even be said that they met by chance, not even acquaintance.

But he instinctively connived at Jiang Xiaohan, the meaning of that inexplicable feeling was unclear, but it was very logical, as if he was born to be like this.

Yan Qing suddenly remembered that one year during the Lantern Festival, Lu Feng locked himself in the courtyard and got very drunk. After drinking too much, he became drunk and broke open the door of his room in the middle of the night, insisting on taking his exams. How well he learned martial arts.

He still remembered that Lu Feng had been arguing for most of the night that day, and finally seemed to be tired, and collapsed on the bluestone chair in the courtyard, looking at him with a misty gaze, as if looking past him at someone else.

"Ah Ching."

Yan Qing still remembered Lu Feng's tone at that time, he had never seen Lu Feng so depressed, his voice was low and hoarse, with some imperceptible sobs.It seems to contain the sadness that has been hidden by time. When I see the sun again, I have forgotten the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow at the beginning, and there is only a sigh of regret that has passed through the years.

"Every person you meet in this world is due to a past fate. There are those who pass by each other, and there may be those who hit it off right away."

"Some people just meet you once, and some people will know you for a lifetime."

"But there is always one person who is special." Lu Feng stretched out his hand in the air with a drunken eye, showing a nostalgic expression: "The fate that crosses reincarnation is wonderful, just a little bit, it is enough to reminisce lifetime."

"The world is so big, and there are thousands of people you see. It's not easy to meet someone." Yan Qing, who was still a teenager at that time, hadn't yet cultivated the air of calmness, and tried to reason with the drunk seriously. : "What's more, even if we do meet, in the first reincarnation, no matter how deep the bond is, you will become a stranger in this life, and you may miss it too much."

"No." Lu Feng meaningfully shook his finger at him: "Ah Qing, when you meet, you must be cautious. Don't leave regrets for yourself, and don't be like me—"

As for what he looks like, Lu Feng didn't say anything in the end, and when Yan Qing turned to look at him, he found that he had fallen asleep lying on the table.

That night was like a big dream that Lu Feng had after many years. Something that had been hidden by the years popped up one night while he was drunk, gently plucked at his heartstrings, but was quickly buried by him Into a deeper heart.

Anyway, wait until Lu Feng sobered up the next day before asking, Yan Qing couldn't ask anything.

Yan Qing didn't understand what that feeling was like, and he didn't understand who could make Lu Feng, who had always been as calm as a wild crane, show that expression, but he had a vague premonition in his heart that Jiang Xiaohan was different from others.

His premonition is usually very sharp, and this particularity makes him feel uneasy, but this uneasiness seems to be mixed with other things, and it doesn't seem to be offensive.

He unconsciously played with the copper coin in his hand, but until the copper coin was warmed by the temperature of his palm, Yan Qing still didn't move.

He sat silently for half a night, and finally put away the warm copper coins.

Divination is used to pray to the gods.But from the moment he decided to go with Jiang Xiaohan, he had already made his decision.

Yan Qing felt much relieved, seeing that it was getting late, he hung the cloth bag containing copper coins on the screen, raised his hand and extinguished the candle.

And in the quiet night of Pingjiang City, a snow-white sea dongqing suddenly crossed the night sky, passed by Yan Qing's window, and landed silently outside Jiang Xiaohan's window.