Xiao Qinghuan

The rain became lighter, Jiang Xiaohan walked out from the low alley holding an umbrella, looked at the gradually sinking night in the distance, and sighed softly.

"Grandma Wen is very similar to my nanny," Jiang Xiaohan said.

Yan Qing was walking out from the alley, and was startled when he heard the words.This was the first time he heard Jiang Xiaohan take the initiative to mention the situation in his family.He keenly felt that something was wrong with the other party's emotions, but he didn't know what to do.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't look back, and waited for Yan Qing to come to him before taking a step, leading him into the city.

"My nanny is my mother's dowry maid. Originally, this kind of maid was to fill in my father's house, but my father insisted on it." Jiang Xiaohan lowered his eyes, his tone was ethereal and far away, as if he had traveled back in time Many years ago in that cool spring: "I heard that my mother was not in good health, and she hadn't had a child for many years. At that time, my old lady forced my father to take a concubine with a faucet and a cane, but my father refused. Later, my nanny I fell in love with the housekeeper next to my father. My father was kind-hearted, and married the old lady in the front yard without telling her... It was a good fate. My nanny became pregnant within half a year after marrying the housekeeper, and then my mother I'm pregnant too."

"Everyone in the family is happy, saying that my father is kind-hearted, and God is so kind. My mother is also happy, so I let her be my nanny."

"My nanny and my mother have a very good relationship, and they have been like sisters for the rest of their lives. Because of this, my nanny loves me more than her own children." Jiang Xiaohan said: "When I was born, my father was forty years old. Yes. I was too naughty when I was a child, and I didn’t study well and practice martial arts, my father always punished me for copying books, and even beat me when I got angry, and my nanny stopped me."

"Sounds good." Yan Qing said, "What happened later."

Jiang Xiaohan hooked the corners of his lips. For some reason, Yan Qing always felt that the smile was cold and sharp, without the slightest warmth in the usual way, and it was a bit self-deprecating.

The smile disappeared in a flash, and when Yan Qing looked over again, he had regained his emotions and hid them in his heart.

"She passed away later." Jiang Xiaohan said flatly, "I went there on the same day as my mother."

His tone was very calm, Yan Qing turned her head to look at his expression, she twitched an apology on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say anything, she could only silently step forward and walk to him.

Yan Qing's emotions have never been very revealing, and Jiang Xiaohan knew that this step was the greatest comfort the other party could do, so he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.For some reason, the melancholy in his brow and eyes was washed away by this step, Jiang Xiaohan pursed his lips, suddenly put away the umbrella in his hand, held Yan Qing's hand and moved the other party's umbrella to his side.

This is an extremely close distance, Yan Qing was caught off guard by him, and subconsciously brought the other party into the protection range with an umbrella, and even tilted the umbrella in the direction of Jiang Xiaohan to prevent his right shoulder from falling. Wet by the rain.

Jiang Xiaohan had to admit that Yan Qing did have the ability to soften his cold heart again and again.Maybe it's because Yan Qing is different from other people in the court who have a good appetite, or maybe the other party doesn't have the slightest conflict of interest with him, in short, Jiang Xiaohan can't deny that he found a sense of peace in the other party.

This tranquility relaxes him and softens him.

"How much does the Taoist priest know about court affairs?" Jiang Xiaohan asked.

"Seventy percent." Yan Qing said: "Although the descendants of Kunlun don't go down the mountain easily, what they see in their eyes is the world's affairs."

"Are you curious about who taught me my martial arts?" Jiang Xiaohan said.

Yan Qing glanced at him in surprise: "Would you like to say?"

Jiang Xiaohan pursed his lips and smiled slightly.His gaze swept over Yan Qing's body, and landed not far ahead.The lines of his side face are very delicate, and his eyebrows and eyes are gently curved into a slight arc, which is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off for a while.

"The world only knows that the Jiang family has a dual-faced family. The emperor Jiang Qiuhong taught the youngest prime minister in Dachu, but they don't remember that the Jiang family had a young general more than forty years ago."

"My second uncle, Jiang Qiuyuan."

"General Su Yi?" Yan Qing asked.

This time it was Jiang Xiaohan's turn to be surprised: "You know?"

"When General Su Yi guarded the northern border, he faced the Xiongnu far away and kept the border peaceful for ten years." Yan Qing grabbed Jiang Xiaohan's shoulders, led him onto the main road, and said unhurriedly: " Later, I only heard that in order to resist the invasion of the Huns, he defended Tianjun City to the point of martyrdom. The local people were grateful for his unyielding kindness at that time, so they built temples and burned incense, and there are often legends.”

"The years are too long, and I don't know the actual situation." Yan Qing said: "But counting the years, you should have never seen him."

"At that time, my second uncle was General Wei, and he guarded the northern border with Hussar General Xie Liuyi." Jiang Xiaohan said: "When Tianjun City was broken, Xie Liuyi was responsible for escorting the people in the city to evacuate after they returned to Tianjun. When Juncheng came to help, it was already too late. He only had time to bring my second uncle's sword back to my father, and he also brought a sword manual, saying that my second uncle had figured it out in northern Xinjiang. Fa Qingling is not suitable for fighting the enemy in the formation, so he kept it on. Later, he worshiped the general because of this military meritorious officer, but he never forgot my second uncle. When my father gave birth to me, General Xie returned to Beijing every year to report his duties , I will definitely take the time to come to Jiangfu to guide my kung fu."

"Xie Liuyi." The name rolled around Yan Qing's lips, and he frowned slightly: "Who is Xie Yongming Xie General now?"

"It's his father." Jiang Xiaohan said: "The word Yongming is for my second uncle. Xie Liuyi once told my father that my second uncle was supposed to escort the people to evacuate, but in the end my second uncle stole his token." , died for him. He wants his son to remember that the Xie family will always owe the Jiang family a life."

"I have stolen all my years from Qiu Yuan over the past few decades. You are the only child in the Jiang family. If you can't take care of him well, I'm sorry."

At that time, the old Xie Liuyi was holding Jiang Xiaohan's hand under the palace wall. The heavy armor bent his back, but the old general's starry eyes were piercing, and the hand holding his wrist was firm and strong, holding him firmly. It hurts.

"Mingyuan, you are a good boy. But you have to understand that no matter whether it is in the palace or in court, no matter what it is for, you must protect yourself before you can slowly plan it."

It was a hot afternoon, the fragrance of flowers in the imperial garden not far away filled most of the palace, the sun poured in from the palace wall, Xie Liuyi was against the light, the silver armor on his body gleamed, it hurt people's eyes.

"Do you understand, Mingyuan?" Xie Liuyi asked again.

"I understand." Jiang Xiaohan whispered.

When Jiang Xiaohan was young, he was often hugged by Xie Liuyi, telling stories about the frontier and Jiang Qiuyuan.When he gets older, even the martial arts are sharpened by the opponent bit by bit. For Jiang Xiaohan, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is both a master and a father.

At that time, Jiang Qiuhong had passed away for a year, and the turmoil in the court was turbulent. He was gritting his teeth and relying on his own efforts to gain a firm foothold in the court. Throw all of them into this man-eating court, and become the sharpest sword on His Majesty's face.

Everyone in the world called him a powerful minister, called him a new noble, said that he was the confidant of the current emperor, monopolized the power, and was favored.

Only Xie Liuyi saw his difficult situation, stood under the vermilion palace wall and held his hand in this ordinary afternoon, telling him to be wise and protect himself.

Xu Shi heard his assurance, and Xie Liuyi smiled in relief. He took a step back, patted Jiang Xiaohan on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "When I grow up... I still look a bit like Qiu Yuan back then."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked along the way out of the palace.

Then never came back.

At the end of that year, Xie Liuyi was injured by an arrow accidentally when the Xiongnu invaded the frontier and looted property.He was really old, and died of his injuries within a month.

When the news came back to Beijing, it was New Year's Eve, and Jiang Xiaohan received an urgent report from Babaili alone in the cabinet.The sad news written in black on a white background was gathered into a thin piece of paper in his hands, and the palace behind him was brightly lit, and the silk and bamboo never stopped.

The joys and sorrows in this world seemed to draw a clear line between his front and back, and he was isolated from the two emotions, his whole heart was numb, and he didn't even know what expression to make.

Standing in the empty cabinet, Jiang Xiaohan could only think of that summer afternoon, when the sun fell on Xie Liuyi, as if trying to melt him.