Xiao Qinghuan

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is fine and long, and it lasts day and night.

When Yan Qing got up, the sky outside was still gloomy, and the rain fell from the corner of the eaves, making a crisp sound on the edge of his window.

Different from the noisy noise of ordinary inns, there are fewer guests coming and going in the official post, even the waiters are particularly winking, unexpectedly it is so quiet after a long time.

The corridor was quiet, Yan Qing came down from upstairs, only to find that there were already a few scattered tables in the lobby, Jiang Xiaohan had already made arrangements, and was sitting by the window talking to the people around him.

The boy in civilian clothes beside him looked a bit unfamiliar, standing at the side, leaning slightly to listen to his instructions intently, Yan Qing paused, his eyes swept across the lobby, and found that although the people at the tables in the hall seemed ordinary, A traveler, but from time to time he would look sideways at Jiang Xiaohan.

The latter sat there calmly, seemingly unaware.

After Jiang Xiaohan finished his orders, he raised his eyes and saw Yan Qing going downstairs, he immediately laughed, closed his folding fan and waved to him: "The Taoist priest is awake, he is waiting for you."

Yan Qing walked straight towards him, only to find that there were more than a dozen bowls and plates neatly placed in front of him, still steaming.Jiangnan's dim sum is small and beautiful, exuding a sweet smell, which makes people's index fingers move.

Seeing this, the young man beside Jiang Xiaohan smiled at Yan Qing, bowed slightly and saluted: "I have seen this young master."

The boy looked young, and his round face looked very pleasing.Yan Qing put the Chi Xiao Sword on the table, nodded slightly at him as a response, and turned to look at Jiang Xiaohan.

"This is my family entourage." Jiang Xiaohan said: "I grew up with me, and the Daoist called him Jiang Mo."

Yan Qing understood that Jiang Xiaohan had been with him for the past few days, and there was no one else beside him except Jiang Ying.But how could he have forgotten that the other party was a majestic prime minister, an imperial envoy, so how could he only have one guard by his side.

Jiang Xiaohan raised his hand, Jiang Mo bowed his head cleverly, said hello and then backed away.

"The Daoist woke up really late today." Jiang Xiaohan complained half-truthfully, and put the folding fan and Chixiao Sword together: "If I don't come again, I'm afraid I will starve to death here."

Although he knew that he was exaggerating too much, Yan Qing still felt a little guilty, he pushed the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of the other party: "Then eat it quickly, if you start first next time, don't wait for me."

"What's the point of eating alone." Jiang Xiaohan took out two pairs of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, compared them, handed the slightly newer pair to Yan Qing, and said casually, "I just woke up earlier than usual."

Hearing this, Yan Qing raised his eyes and glanced at him. The young man with clear eyebrows was a bit tired, which is rare today, and his eyes were still slightly black.

"Woke up early?" Yan Qing suddenly said, "Is it a rainy day?"

Jiang Xiaohan is not used to telling others about his pain, so he just coughed lightly and said casually, "No, I'm recovering very well... Let's eat, or I'll be cold."

"You didn't sleep well last night." But Yan Qing was persistent, he was particularly difficult when he was stubborn, and he didn't seem to intend to bring up this topic.

Jiang Xiaohan was startled, Yan Qing's keenness caught him off guard for a moment, he raised his eyes to look over, and the other person's eyes were focused and clear, as if there was only one simple person left in this world.Jiang Xiaohan's heart moved, and he lowered his eyes like a cover-up: "I have something on my mind, so I didn't sleep well."

Yan Qing pursed her lips when she heard the words, and took the bamboo chopsticks from Jiang Xiaohan's hand. The touch of fingertips rubbing against the skin was so obvious that Jiang Xiaohan felt stunned for a moment for some reason.

He seemed to smell the cold fragrance of Yan Qing's body again, mixed with the calm rain outside the window, dripping lightly in his heart, soft but irresistible.

Jiang Xiaohan thought of the bowl of ice-cold dumplings in his dream inappropriately. The refreshing sweetness blended with the scene in a strange way, as if it was covered with a layer of rain and fog in the water town, blocking out the cold, smelly and rotten smell. .

Most of the breath he had been holding in his heart since morning was completely relieved, and even his brows and eyes were much more relaxed.

"Jiang Xiaohan." Yan Qing called him.

When Jiang Xiaohan came back to his senses, he realized that he had been in a trance with his chopsticks for a long time.Yan Qing touched his hand and motioned him to look at the table with his eyes.

A delicate celadon bottle was placed by his hand, Jiang Xiaohan looked at Yan Qing with some doubts, and picked it up only after getting a positive answer from the other party.

There was still a slight body temperature on the bottle, Jiang Xiaohan opened the cap, and a clear medicinal fragrance instantly filled the bottle.

"This is……"

"The medicine for calming the mind has the effect of clearing the heart." Yan Qing said: "The medicine is soft and the taste is not bitter. Dissolve it with warm water before going to bed, and drink it as tea."

The porcelain vase was very delicately drawn, he did not suffer from poor sleep, and Yan Qing would not prepare anything because of it.It is self-evident where the thing in that hand came from - it is Yan Qing's own.

Mr. Jiang, who is usually eloquent and eloquent, suddenly became a gourd with a sawn mouth for some reason. He held the small porcelain bottle in his palm, and the temperature on the porcelain bottle seemed to have gained substance. His eyes subconsciously fell on Yan Qing's hand , but a little flustered and rolled his eyes away.

A bowl of iced dumplings from many years ago overlapped with the warm porcelain bottle in his hand, engraving the word "cold and warm" on his heart that he thought was numb.

He felt a sense of peace that he hadn't felt for a long time, but this feeling of a world away came from the person in front of him who he had only known for a few days.Jiang Xiaohan rubbed the porcelain vase with his thumb, wanting to let this feeling last for a rare time.

Jiang Xiaohan's brows and eyes softened obviously. Yan Qing watched from the side, only feeling that the gentle and alienated aura on the other party had quietly weakened a lot.

The continuous drizzle outside the window did not know when it became denser. When Jiang Ying came in from the door, half of his body was already soaked.

Jiang Mo greeted him from the door, took the umbrella in his hand, closed it, and put it in the porcelain vat by the door.

"Who is that Young Master Yan?" Jiang Mo elbowed Jiang Ying, and asked in a low voice, "Why is my Young Master so close to him?"

"I don't know the details, I only know that it seems to be from Kunlun."

Jiang Mo opened his eyes wide in surprise, turned his head and glanced at Jiang Xiaohan at the other end of the hall, lowered his voice and asked, "Is it true? How could people from Kunlun get mixed up with the young master?"

"It should be true." Jiang Ying said: "As for the others, in short, the young master has his own considerations, you and I just need to follow orders and do things."

As he spoke, he patted the water droplets on his body, walked to the table where Jiang Mo sat before, and took a steamed bun.

Jiang Mo held back for a while but still couldn't hold back, and followed Jiang Ying step by step, chattering: "So the young master is walking with him, do you want to use this identity to make a fuss?"

"I don't think so." Jiang Ying took a bite of the steamed bun, and started looking for tea to drink again: "The young master who can talk has already talked to the Taoist priest, and he has also explained the pros and cons. It is the Taoist priest himself who is willing to talk to the young master. peers."

"People in the Jianghu are really unpredictable." Jiang Mo pondered for a while and then stopped being entangled. He turned his head and asked, "Is there any news outside?"

Jiang Ying glanced at the lobby, put his arms around Jiang Mo's shoulders and led him out of the lobby, walked outside under the eaves and whispered: "Someone has already chased the carrier pigeon, and the direction seems to be going to Jiangning Mansion gone."

"Song Yongsi?" Jiang Mo asked, "That's an old fox."

"Ten chances." Jiang Ying said: "But the young master said, don't startle the snake, it is enough to know yourself and the enemy."

"It's also..." Jiang Mo sighed: "Young Master has his own thoughts."

"By the way." Jiang Ying seemed to think of something: "I received news from outside that there seems to be a plague outside Pingjiang City."

"Plague?" Jiang Mo turned pale with shock: "How far."

"More than two hundred miles." Jiang Ying said: "It hasn't expanded yet, but the rainy season is here, and the rain won't stop for a while. If it keeps going like this, let alone whether the dam can stand it, the plague will come." It should spread first.”

"Not in a hurry." Jiang Mo thought for a while, and then said: "I'll find an opportunity to ask the young master later. Wen Zui is in a state of desperation right now, so I don't care about giving him more fun."