Xiao Qinghuan

Jiang Mo lingered outside the main courtyard for half an hour.

It seemed that everyone knew what was going on outside, only he was kept in the dark.When Yan Qing came back from Ning Huaijin, he locked himself in the courtyard, except for asking his servants to boil water for a bath, he didn't give any orders.

Jiang Mo always had a bad premonition in his heart, he thought that he would have to take care of Yan Qing for Jiang Xiaohan who was not in the mansion, but judging from the posture of this half master, it seemed that he came here with a plan in mind.

Jiang Mo didn't have martial arts, and he couldn't avoid the cold. Even though he was wearing a thick padded jacket, he was still terribly cold. He stomped around outside the gate of the courtyard a few times, only to see Yan Qing open the door from inside.

Yan Qing changed her clothes.

He was wearing a wide-sleeved gown embroidered with dark cloud patterns, his waist was fastened with a silver girdle, and a Kunlun jade pendant was on his waist. The lock inside had been opened, and the word Kunlun was embedded in the center of the jade pendant.The Akasaka Sword went to nowhere and was not worn by him.It seemed that it was because he had just taken a bath, his hair was slightly damp, tied high with a silver crown, and two long pale tassels hung down his cheeks to his chest.

Jiang Mo was almost dumbfounded.

Ever since he met Yan Qing, he has never dressed so dignifiedly.

Yan Qing didn't look sideways, as if he didn't see Jiang Mo at all, he passed him by. Jiang Mo's heart trembled, and he felt that something was wrong.

Not only did he take a bath, but he also seemed to burn incense. When he walked by, he carried a scent of sandalwood by his side.

"...my lord, stop." Jiang Mo suddenly stopped him, he just felt that if he didn't say anything, he might regret it.

Yan Qing stopped and looked at him slightly sideways.His pace was very steady, almost silent when he walked, the long tassels on his crown did not move at all, and the jade pendant pressed the corners of his robe tightly, making no sound at all.

"...Young Master, where are you going?" Jiang Mo tried his best to sound ordinary, but the trembling in his voice declared his failure.

Yan Qing said flatly: "Go to face the saint."

In terms of ability to face Yan Qing, Jiang Mo is not as good as Jiang Ying.Even if Jiang Ying dared to reject Yan Qing, Jiang Mo didn't even dare to block Yan Qing blatantly.

"Young Master." Jiang Mo hesitated: "Have you discussed it with my Young Master? This subordinate feels that this matter in Beijing may still have to be—"

"Jiang Mo." Yan Qing interrupted him: "Do you know what kind of life Jiang Xiaohan lived in the heavy prison?"

"Fan Ronggong avenged his personal revenge and punished him." Yan Qing seemed to recall the scene of meeting Jiang Xiaohan for the first time in prison the night before. He clenched his hands under the sleeves of his robe slightly, and his eyes were instantly covered with frost: "Prison There is no sky and no sun, it is dark and bitter cold, if he stays there for ten days and half a month, is he still alive?"

Yan Qing felt that this was all he had said, he bypassed Jiang Mo, and was about to walk out.

"Young Master Yan—Young Master!" Jiang Mo suddenly knelt down in front of him with a plop, and persuaded in a mournful voice: "My young master treats you as a sharp-hearted person, and I also regard you as my own master. Listen to my advice, my family The young master will not put himself in a dangerous situation, he must still have a backup... He, he was going to Kunlun to find you after waiting for this matter, so nothing will happen. Just wait, wait."

Yan Qing silently shook her head.

"My lord!" Jiang Mo took a few steps on his knees and stopped in front of him, "Listen to me, my lord is desperate this time because he doesn't want you to be forced to take this muddy water. He definitely doesn't want you to sacrifice for him." For your own freedom, just wait a little longer, okay?"

"The only way he can think of is to wait until all the dust settles and then do a trick." Yan Qing said softly: "But then? He wants to hide his name, his identity, his name, everything doesn't exist. Even in the future Compiling history books, if it is good, will erase his life; if it is not good, there will be only a few words, saying that he is a minister of disaster for the country."

Jiang Mo stared at him blankly, not knowing what he was going to say.

Yan Qing paused, then shook his head resolutely: "That won't work. He doesn't want me to sacrifice for him, so why would I want to see him give up all this for me. In the final analysis, if he wants to live his life anonymously, that's another matter. But At least, I hope he can have a choice, not just this one way to go."

"What's more, his name is so nice, no one should remember it."

As if to prove Yan Qing's words, maybe things in the world are just so impermanent.As soon as Yan Qing finished speaking, there was singing from outside, beating gongs and drums.

The servant's sharp voice is very recognizable, the voice is deliberately elongated, and if you listen carefully, you can find that the other party is short of breath, and the voice is already tending to be old.Jiang Mo was too familiar with this voice, it was the first-class servant beside Ning Zongyuan.

——It’s here to deliver a decree.

Before facing the saint, Yan Qing had actually thought about what kind of person this Emperor Yong'an was.He was able to manipulate the court in the palm of his hand, which also made Lu Feng never forget it for so many years.

But when he really saw Ning Zongyuan, Yan Qing lost all thoughts.

The inner courtyard of the imperial palace is resplendent and magnificent, Yan Qing looked at it coldly, and felt that it was just a series of cold gold, silver and jade pillars, separating the people inside from the outside. dark.

The Zichen Hall was the same as before, except that the windows in the inner hall were covered with tulle, and even the bright sky looked foggy.Yan Qing was led to the bedroom by the servants, occasionally an imperial doctor who came out of the inner room would pass by Yan Qing's side, and they would look at him a few times without any trace.

I don't know if it's for Kunlun's name, or for something else.The city that Ning Zongyuan was always proud of finally made an exception with Yan Qing, he didn't even have the time to take care of himself, so he was anxious to see him.

Yan Qing didn't know the rules of facing saints, he stood a few steps away from the bed, looking impartially at the dying old man on the bed.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't lie.

Yan Qing looked at Ning Zongyuan and thought, he is indeed dying soon.

The light in the room was dim, and Ning Zongyuan didn't know who he was for a moment. He subconsciously pressed the bed and propped himself up from the soft pillow. His originally cloudy eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he stretched out his hand to Yan Qing. .

"Your Majesty." Yan Qing said.

His voice was clear and clear, neither humble nor overbearing, even if he stood in front of the emperor, he didn't have the slightest intention of bending his knees.

His sound seemed to wake Ning Zongyuan up, and the other party's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then he put down his hand like a cover, and grabbed a handful of brocade quilts.

"You..." Ning Zongyuan choked for a moment, as if he didn't know what he wanted to say.As if he was eager to find a comfort, he hurriedly took off the green string around his wrist and pinched it in his hand.

Logically speaking, the person facing the saint should not look directly at Jun Yan. Apart from the suspicion of assassination, it also means disrespect.

But this scene seems to be the exact opposite. Ning Zongyuan has been the emperor for more than 20 years, and for the first time he will look away before others.He made up his mind, but it seemed that he hadn't given up yet, the green string was twirled three times in his hands before Ning Zongyuan looked at Yan Qing again.

"Who is Lu Feng to you?" Ning Zongyuan asked.

As Yan Qing said, the reason why humans are different from gods is because humans cannot control their own hearts.No matter how deep the city is, there will always be unreachable sore spots.For Ning Zongyuan, the most important thing is who Yan Qing is, what he will do in Beijing, and what he can do for him or Ning Yan in the future.

But Ning Zongyuan didn't seem to care about these things. At this moment, he and Lu Feng showed an amazing tacit understanding.

——They seem to place each other in a very special position.

Yan Qing glanced down slightly, and found that the other party's fingers had already pinched the bead string tightly, and a circle of white lines appeared on the knuckles.

—He is tense.

"My master." Yan Qing said.

Ning Zongyuan's index finger moved uncontrollably, his expression was stiff, and he asked again: "Isn't it your father?"

It was the second time, Yan Qing's eyes sank slightly.

Ning Zongyuan cared too much about Lu Feng, he didn't even mind revealing his inner thoughts, and he didn't care if he lost the opportunity at the beginning of the negotiation.

"No." Naturally, Yan Qing would not be so low-minded as to take advantage of Ning Zongyuan in such a matter, and simply told him the truth: "I am the orphan he picked up from the mountain. My master has never married in his life. It's a person."

Ning Zongyuan's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips trembled, as if he wanted to laugh, but he held back, the muscles of his side face trembled, laughing was uglier than crying.It's a pity that I didn't laugh enough, and I didn't come up in one breath, and suddenly I choked and coughed. The old servant who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb just now came up to replace Ningzong Source Shun back.

Ning Zongyuan didn't appreciate it, he pushed the servant away, his eyes were firmly glued to Yan Qing's body.There was almost paranoid complacency in his eyes, as if he was looking at another person through Yan Qing.

"You..." Ning Zongyuan panted heavily, "It's very similar to him."

Yan Qing looked at him calmly.

More similar, Ning Zongyuan thought.A ridiculous, almost distorted pleasure suddenly surged in his heart.It seemed that time went round and round for so many years, but in the end he still won.

"What are you here for?" Ning Zongyuan asked.He wanted to ask if Lu Feng had asked him to come, but he thought it was too deliberate.He swallowed the words, but couldn't control his eyes.Ning Zongyuan looked at Yan Qing almost eagerly and expectantly, hoping to hear some request for the first time in his life.

"I'm here to negotiate a deal with His Majesty." Yan Qing said, "It's about Guo Zuo, it's about me."

Yan Qing didn't mention Lu Feng at all, Ning Zongyuan couldn't tell whether he was more disappointed, or more "should be so".

Ning Zongyuan leaned back on the soft pillow again, it seemed that when he didn't mention Lu Feng, he could be an emperor with a clear mind.

"What kind of deal?" Ning Zongyuan looked at Yan Qing as if he were an ignorant junior, and said generously, "I am the Son of Heaven, what do you think I want?"

"Great Chu for thousands of generations, Ning family's prosperous country." Yan Qing said: "I wonder if Your Majesty is interested."

Yan Qing simply and neatly put Jiang Xiaohan's words "don't promise him any terms" behind him, and rushed to negotiate terms with others.If Mr. Jiang in prison knew about this, he might escape from prison immediately and send him back to Kunlun Mountain.

It's a pity that the feng shui turns, Mr. Jiang can only be forced to taste what it's like to stay in the back for the time being.

"Oh?" Ning Zongyuan stared at him probingly: "...then what do you want?"

"With the power of Kunlun, the Baoning family has three generations." Yan Qing paused, and then said firmly: "Change to Jiang Xiaohan."

The author says:

I forgot to mention it yesterday~ The Xiaotuanzi group doesn’t have any emotional lines, it’s just a small friendship~