Xiao Qinghuan

"When it rains in the south of the Yangtze River, it means that the rainy season is here." Jiang Xiaohan stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, and looked out of the window sideways: "It has to last for more than a month before it stops."

"Wen Zui was so frightened by you yesterday, and he won't make any moves until he reveals your truth." Yan Qing said, "What will you do next?"

"No matter, if the mountain doesn't come, I'll be the one, and I'll go to the mountain instead." Jiang Xiaohan put down the bowl and chopsticks with a smile: "Because of the title of inspection, of course, I have to solve the problems for Mr. Wen."

He smiled very heartily, the previous gloom had disappeared at some point, and his whole person showed that confident look again.

Seeing his smiling eyebrows and eyes crooked, with a malicious look on his face, Yan Qing couldn't help but burn a stick of incense for Mr. Wen in his heart.

After breakfast, Yan Qing went straight back to the room to change into light clothes, leaving Jiang Xiaohan to wait for him in the lobby drinking tea.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo stepped forward, turned sideways to block the sight of other people in the hall, bowed slightly and said, "My lord, Jiang Ying just came back."

Jiang Xiaohan skimmed off the froth in the tea bowl, and said absently, "What's the matter?"

"Jiang Ying said that there is a plague in the land more than two hundred miles outside the city." Jiang Mo said, "Look, son..."

"After every flood, there must be a plague, and this kind of thing will be inevitable in the future." Jiang Xiaohan frowned, and whispered: "Is Zhuang Yi here?"

"Here we are." Jiang Mo said, "Young Master Zhuang arrived yesterday. Since you went to the Wen Manor for a banquet, you first found a place to settle down on your own."

"Tell him not to be idle. His medical skills are no longer afraid of falling to ashes." Jiang Xiaohan pondered for a while, then said: "Take my name card and ask him to go out of the city. Go and see the situation first , if you can save it, save it, if you can't, don't force it... Remember, go quietly, don't disturb anyone. Tell Jiang Ying to go with him."

"Yes, I'll make arrangements now."

"Also." Jiang Xiaohan called to stop him: "Go and arrange a place to stay."

Jiang Mo paused and turned back to listen to his arrangements.

"The yard doesn't need to be big, just arrange it as you like." Jiang Xiaohan thought for a while, and added: "It's closer to West Street."

The east and west streets of Pingjiang Mansion are clearly separated, and the East Street is mostly legitimate businesses such as libraries and pawnshops, and the houses of various high-ranking families are also mostly here.But West Street is different. West Street is engaged in low-level business, such as Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and gambling night market.It is not an exaggeration to say that there is a song every night.

Jiang Mo scratched his face, hesitantly glanced at Jiang Xiaohan's expression.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Xiaohan was annoyed by him, and angrily knocked his forehead with a folding fan: "Do I need to go to these places to have fun?"

"Oh... oh!" Jiang Mo rubbed his forehead, smiled apologetically, "I was thinking about it, don't worry, young master, I will arrange it today."

"Although it's close to West Street, choose a quieter house." Jiang Xiaohan said angrily, "I guess Yan Qing prefers quiet."

While the two of them were talking, they saw Yan Qing coming down from upstairs.Yan Qing changed into a dark blue robe today, the cuffs were embroidered with intricate patterns of auspicious clouds with silver thread, his long hair was partly tied up with a jade crown, and the fringe of the Akasaka Sword swayed slightly as he walked.From a distance, it looks like a fine young master from a noble family.

Jiang Xiaohan's eyes lit up, and he walked up to Yan Qing and looked around Yan Qing carelessly.

"The Daoist priest is not like a monk who is out of dust today."

"What does that look like?" Yan Qing asked with a good temper.

"Like a wealthy young man wandering the world." Jiang Xiaohan waved his fan with a smile: "It must be the kind that was raised in the brocade bushes, it's really extraordinary."

"They're just ordinary people." Yan Qing shook his head and said in disapproval, "Could it be that I can only wear moon-white and blue-green clothes?"

"I made a slip of the tongue." Jiang Xiaohan said with a smile: "The Taoist priest has extraordinary looks, no matter what he wears, he looks good."

Jiang Mo was listening, almost getting goosebumps from Jiang Xiaohan.Looking at the situation, Jiang Xiaohan guessed that he had no time to pay attention to him. Jiang Mo quietly stepped back, rubbing his arms and walking out with grinning teeth.

He is the son of the Jiang family, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he grew up with Jiang Xiaohan, and he has never seen him like this since he was a child.If it weren't for Yan Qing's frank appearance, Jiang Mo would have suspected that Jiang Xiaohan had been drugged and poisoned his head.

Because of the rain, there were fewer vendors on the street. Jiang Xiaohan held on to a gold-painted oil-paper umbrella, and walked around the city with Yan Qing in a leisurely manner. It didn't look like he was going to investigate the case, but it seemed to be for fun. .

Yan Qing didn't know where he was going, but he was very patient and followed Jiang Xiaohan half a step behind, calmly waiting for him to speak first.

Jiang Xiaohan strolled from East Street to West Street, during which time he bought some snacks and wrapped them in oiled paper and red cloth, as if he was going to visit relatives.He seemed to be tired of carrying the pastry, so he simply tied the bamboo rope wrapped with the pastry to the handle of the umbrella to save effort.

Yan Qing was walking beside him, her eyes would involuntarily fall on his hand holding the umbrella.That hand was fair and slender, with well-defined joints, and upon closer inspection, one could find a thin layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth, which was the trace left by holding a sword.

Jiang Xiaohan has a strange aura that makes him look like he has nothing to do with warriors.Yan Qing thought, even though he clearly knew that Jiang Xiaohan's martial arts might not be inferior to his, but occasionally he still felt that the other party was just an ordinary literati.

The atmosphere soaked in calligraphy and ink cannot be imitated.Even if he didn't do anything, or deliberately acted like a prodigal son, he could still vaguely see the arrogance of a literati in his gestures.But when he was holding the sword, his hand was so steady, like a sharp sword forged from the flames, even when he was at the end of the road, he didn't seem to lose the wind at all.

Yan Qing once thought about where Jiang Xiaohan learned such superb martial arts from when he grew up in the middle of the capital and immediately ascended to the court to pay homage to the Prime Minister.

But in life, everyone has secrets, and Jiang Xiaohan is no exception.

"Taoist." Jiang Xiaohan suddenly slowed down and called him sideways: "Here we are."

Yan Qing slid his eyes away from his hand indiscriminately, and saw Jiang Xiaohan leading him to the entrance of a low alley.

The alley in front of us was low and narrow, barely enough for one person to pass through, and even the oil-paper umbrella barely squeezed into the alley entrance, the ribs of the umbrella left long and thin scratches on the wall, and fine dust fell on the ground.

Jiang Xiaohan stopped at the door of the private house in the deepest part of the alley. This house seemed to be old, and the red paper couplets pasted on the door did not know which year it was. The original bright colors were swept away by the wind, and the original Stiff and white, the two wooden doors were corroded by wind and rain, and they were hanging precariously on the door frame. From the gap in the door, it could be seen that they were barely hung together by a wooden wedge.

"What is this place?" Yan Qing asked.

"Wen Zui's nanny lives here." Jiang Xiaohan said, raising his hand and knocking on the door that was equivalent to nothing.He gently held the brass ring on the wooden door in the rain, his expression was serious, and he didn't appear impatient because he didn't get a response.He knocked the door well three times, then paused for a moment before continuing to knock the door.

"Wen Zui is the eldest brother of Concubine Wen Gui, the uncle of His Highness the Fourth Highness." Jiang Xiaohan's umbrella was pulled down so low that Yan Qing could only see his thin lips, and there was no curvature at the corners of his lips. Even the voice was quite cold: "It stands to reason that Wen Zui's nanny should have lived in Wen's mansion to spend her life. But two years ago, for some reason, Wen Zui suddenly turned his back and drove the nanny's family out of Wen's mansion. Her husband once wanted to go to Wen's residence to ask for an explanation, but was broken by the guards of Wen's residence and thrown out, and he went there within two months."

"In addition to her husband, she also had a son. After being kicked out by the Wen family, she could only do some strength business for running boats. Not long after the nanny's husband died, a storm capsized the boat he was on in the vast expanse. In the river, there is no way to salvage even the corpses."

"Although people have their own destiny, there is nothing wrong with such a fate." Yan Qing said, "But this matter is too coincidental."

"Don't the Taoist priest believe it was an accident?" Jiang Xiaohan asked.

"What did you find here?"

"No, nothing." Jiang Xiaohan shook his head: "This is Pingjiang Mansion after all, I'm new here, and Wen Zui handled this matter very cautiously, so I still don't have a clue."

"But it doesn't matter what I found, or I didn't find anything." Jiang Xiaohan turned his head, looked at the old woman slowly approaching through the crack of the door, and said softly: "The important thing is whether Wen Zui thinks I found anything. "