Xiao Qinghuan

Hai Dongqing flapped her wings twice, landed on the edge of Jiang Xiaohan's window, and tapped lightly on the window frame.

The light sleeper on the bed opened his eyes almost instantly, he took his coat and put it on his body, walked over and opened the window.

That Hai Dongqing was covered in snow-white, with very sharp eyes, but he seemed to be very familiar with Jiang Xiaohan. Seeing him coming, he gently tightened his tail feathers, and rubbed his head against his palm.

Jiang Xiaohan stroked the feathers on its back, and then spread his palms towards it.

The bird of prey seemed to be well versed in human affairs, lowered its head obediently, and spit out a small copper ball from its beak.

Jiang Xiaohan's eyes darkened slightly. He touched Haidongqing's feather with his fingertips, watched it fly away, and then walked back to the bed holding the copper ball.

Although he is out of the capital, it is absolutely impossible for him to let go of the affairs in the capital.However, the terrain of the first generation of Jianghuai is complex, and it is too far away from the capital, and the risk of carrier pigeons delivering letters is too great, so they can only use raptors.

Before he left Beijing, he had stated that he would divide the information into two categories. If the courtiers had something to do, they would send the letter with a swallow-tailed kite. Now the copper ball in his hand was sent by Hai Dongqing, which represented this copper ball. In the middle, there is absolutely no news that can make him happy.

Jiang Xiaohan squeezed hard with a sullen face, separated the copper ball from it, and took out a small note from it.

The handwriting of this note is strong enough to penetrate the back of the paper, but the ink is a little smudged. It is not difficult to see that the author was slightly flustered at the time.

There was only one line in the letter.

"——His Majesty is seriously ill, and ordered the two Highnesses to supervise the country together."

Jiang Xiaohan suddenly crumpled the note into a ball. He didn't even need to ask for news. He could imagine the messy situation in the capital just by reading this sentence.

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and the two princes co-supervise the country. They must make uneasy decisions and the country will be uneasy.The old emperor was not confused, but still made such a decision, Jiang Xiaohan pursed his lips, feeling heavy in his heart.

After this incident, the battle for the reserve position will definitely be placed on the bright side. Jiang Xiaohan took a deep breath and forced himself to withdraw from his emotions.

He is far away from Beijing at this time, no matter what he wants to do, he is beyond his reach.Jiang Xiaohan turned his head sideways, looked at the dark night outside the window, and slowly crushed the note into pieces.

The moonlight was quietly covered by a dark cloud, leaving only a leisurely singing in the distance.

That night Jiang Xiaohan didn't sleep well, and he even had a long-lost dream.

It was midsummer in the capital city in the dream, and the dry wind blew across the pond in the courtyard.The willow leaves beside the pond fell lightly, causing slight ripples on the water surface, startling a red koi in the pond.

A handsome young man was stepping into the courtyard gate from the outside. The young man was in high spirits, his temples were slightly wet with sweat, and he was full of energy when he walked.

He dreamed of himself as a boy.

Jiang Xiaohan felt that this feeling was very strange. He clearly knew that he was in a dream, but he was unconsciously attracted by the dream.

"Mother!"

The young man strode through the hanging flower door, and shouted to the woman in the courtyard with a smile: "I'm back."

"But I'm back." Seeing this, the woman hurriedly put down the work in her hand, took out a handkerchief and came up to him, and wiped the thin sweat from her temples with a smile: "After three days of exams, is my son tired?"

The woman has a pair of beautiful eyes, which are [-]% similar to Jiang Xiaohan, but the corners of the eyes are slightly wider, and they are gentler than Jiang Xiaohan.

"Not tired." The young man's stature has not yet fully grown, he raised his face slightly, his face was flushed with excitement: "Mother, I will be able to pass the palace examination, and I will be able to go to high school."

The woman smiled at him tenderly, took his hand and led him into the courtyard, and took out a bowl of ice balls from the ice bowl on the side and handed it to the boy without pretending to be someone else's hand.

——This was the midsummer of Jiang Xiaohan's 16-year-old year. He had just finished his examination and was in high school.

At that time, Jiang Qiuhong, who had been retired to seclusion, happened to pass by the door. He looked at the bright and wanton young man in the courtyard and sighed. After hesitating for a moment, he took his foot back into the courtyard.

And in the palace examination three days after the announcement, he was nominated first by the sage. He refuted the group of Confucians in the Golden Palace and earned himself a champion.

At that time, the Sacred Heart was overjoyed, and the firecrackers accompanied by the young man in fresh clothes and furious horses burned all the way from Danfengmen to Jiangfu. The gate of Jiangfu was about to be trampled down by congratulators. Ancient and modern, do not lose the lintel of family style.

But even though Jiang Qiuhong accepted the courtesy one by one, he called the young Jiang Xiaohan into the study that night.

At that time, Jiang Xiaohan looked at his respected father's solemn expression, and couldn't help but wonder why his father didn't seem to be happy at all.

"My son." Jiang Qiuhong's voice was already old, and Jiang Xiaohan stood in front of the table, only to realize that his father was already old.

"After entering the Imperial Academy, you will ascend to the pavilion to pay homage to the prime minister in the future. Have you thought about it?"

"Thought it out." The young man smiled heartily. Maybe it's because a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, maybe it's because of the spirit of a young man, or because his heart is higher than the sky. Jiang Xiaohan stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, and he was very dazzling, and he could faintly see the shadow of a graceful figure in the future.

"Loyalty to the emperor and patriotism is the first reason, and the second..." Jiang Xiaohan smiled, the young man's emotions were exposed, and he couldn't help showing a vigorous demeanor, he said firmly: "Whether it's fair or clear, what is lacking must be made up for. This prosperous world. If you can leave a strong and colorful stroke, this life will be worthwhile."

Jiang Qiuhong didn't speak at that time, but only looked at him with a very deep look, struggling in his eyes.

At that time, Jiang Xiaohan still didn't understand the meaning of that look when he was a teenager. It wasn't until many years later that he realized that his father had already seen through the thorny road of his future step by step.

The night in the dream suddenly became blurred, and thunder and lightning flashed outside the window.Jiang Xiaohan turned his head in panic, only to realize that the study in front of him had quietly changed its appearance at some point.

The smell of concoction accumulated by Shen Ke after a long illness filled the whole room, with a stench lingering in the bitterness.The bed curtain not far away shook slightly, and a skinny hand stretched out from it.

"My son." Jiang Qiuhong's voice was weak and hoarse, with an unbearable hiss in his throat, like a broken bellows that had leaked air, and was burning a embers with its last strength.

"Don't be blinded by the mist, please take care."

A flash of lightning outside the window violently tore open a bright hole in the night, Jiang Xiaohan felt his hands were empty, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and he fell into a dark abyss.

He tried his best to open his eyes wide, but he couldn't even see a trace of light. He knelt on the ground, the bluestone brick surface under his knees was cold and hard, and his hands and feet were numb from the cold.

"Today is a great day for Qing and Guan."

Jiang Xiaohan was startled suddenly, he raised his head, only to see a shadowy figure not far in front of him, hidden in the darkness, his face could not be seen clearly.

"...you should be given a seal, and Wang Qing will be diligent in the future."

Jiang Xiaohan only felt his throat tighten, he leaned down uncontrollably, and answered yes in a low voice.

"Wu has the prestige of breaking and punching, and Wen has the concern of governing the country." The voice sounded a little cheerful, and he paused before saying: "I give you a word, how about the word Mingyuan?"

Jiang Xiaohan raised his head with difficulty, but he heard the voice grow old in an instant, like a faint sigh.

"Jiang Qing is the pillar of the country, and knows my will best."

"call--"

Jiang Xiaohan suddenly woke up from the dream, his eyes were slack, and his eyes were empty against the top of the bed.His snow-white undershirt was soaked with sweat, and his long, sweaty hair was tightly stuck to his back.

He lay on the bed, panting violently, and gradually calmed down after a while.Jiang Xiaohan stared blankly at the intricate wood grains on the top of the bed, and after a while he stroked his chest, exerting a heavy force with his hands.

The scabbed wound was torn again, and the severe pain made Jiang Xiaohan recover from the chaos in an instant. He shook his head hard, only to find that it was raining outside the window at some point.

The window that I forgot to close at night was wide open, and the cold wind was blowing in, and a small area in front of the window was already wet by the rain.

Jiang Xiaohan sat up, a small spot of bright red blood stained his chest, which was particularly eye-catching under the hazy moonlight.He glanced at the inside of the bed, and Chun Junjian was lying safely in the dark, with a shallow outline outlined in the moonlight.

He is just a civil servant, but he has to live his life every day, it is really absurd.

He stroked his sweaty long hair a little irritably, stood up barefoot and walked towards the window.He slept very restlessly that night, the past events in the dream were twisted together like a mess, tossing back and forth in his mind together, hitting his temple with sudden pain.

He stood by the window, the cold night rain outside did not know how long, the rain fell on the muddy ground, bringing a refreshing scent of water vapor.

Jiang Xiaohan suddenly thought of Yan Qing, who always had a faint fragrance of plum blossoms on him.He has never been to Kunlun, but just looking at Yan Qing, he already seems to be able to see a little red plum in the thousands of miles of white snow on Kunlun Mountain from Yan Qing.

It seemed that because of thinking of Yan Qing, he was no longer disturbed by the distress after the nightmare, Jiang Xiaohan felt that the stagnation in his chest had disappeared a lot.He was about to raise his hand to close the window, only to find that a white halo was slowly emerging in the distant sky outside the window.

--Its daybreak.