Xiao Qinghuan

Some people have good dreams tonight, but some people can't sleep in the long night.

Wen Zui's study room was brightly lit, and the respectable Mr. Wen blushed, and ruthlessly threw the white jade brush in his hand onto the ground, breaking it into pieces.

The broken jade scratched across Wen Zhong's side face, leaving an ugly wound on his rough skin.

Wen Zhong knelt on the spot tremblingly, and the maid serving tea and pens in the study knelt in the corner of the room in fear, revealing the bony butterfly bones behind her.

"His Jiang Xiaohan's hands are stretched too far!" Wen Zui dropped two vases and a pen wash, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, panting heavily, and leaned against the desk behind him, his eyes were red with anger, It's like a lunatic: "Nurse has been away from Wen Mansion for two years! He still touches there!"

"My... my lord." Wen Zhong trembled, and his teeth made a toothache: "Is it... Did Jiang Xiaohan find out something, mother-in-law's place..."

"Impossible!" Wen Zui gritted his teeth and swept the pen holder on the table to the ground: "In the past two years, the nanny has not had any contact with Wen's residence, Jiang Xiaohan can't find anything."

As Wen Zui said, he stared at Wen Zhong with resentment: "Isn't someone following him? What did he say to the old lady in the nanny's yard this afternoon?"

"He...he..." The cold sweat on Wen Zhong's forehead fell on the ground in big drops, and he said in a stuttering voice: "Jiang Xiaohan and the men around him have unfathomable martial arts... Those who followed dare not leave It's too close, I'm afraid... afraid of being discovered by the two of them, so I haven't heard the news."

"waste!"

Wen Zhong groaned secretly in his heart, he had followed Wen Zui for so many years, and he clearly knew what Wen Zui's greatest weakness was.

He is ruthless and bold enough, and he can gain far more trust than others by virtue of his status as the prince's surrogate.But none of that takes away from the fact that he's an idiot.Wen Zui is too conceited, this kind of conceit may come from the identity of the controlling party, or it may be his nature.But it is undeniable that Wen Zui's ability is far from supporting his ego.If the Fourth Highness hadn't transferred Song Yongsi to the Jiangning Mansion to help, Wen Zui would have caused many troubles long ago.

Ever since Granny Wen left Wen's residence, although Wen Zui has drawn a clear line with her on the surface, secretly he will still send people to visit her often, and even ask someone to help her.

In order to avoid suspicion, and in order not to arouse suspicion, some daily chores are entrusted to the neighbors around Granny Wen.But this also caused Wen Zui's thoughts to pass through the hands of too many people. If Jiang Xiaohan really wanted to check, he would feel something one by one.

Even if Jiang Xiaohan can't find out why Wen Zui is like this in the end, as long as he knows that Wen Zui has a little bit of inspiration in these things, Wen Zui has already lost half of the game.

But Wen Zhong couldn't say a single word of these words, unless he wanted to be dragged into a mass grave like every one of Wen Zui's personal entourage before.

He could only flatter him sincerely, persuading him that Jiang Xiaohan was just a novelty for a while, and he would bother an elderly old lady if he couldn't find a way out.

Wen Zhong didn't know how long he had been talking, but only felt the smell of blood in his throat, and Wen Zui slowly calmed down.

"You're right." Wen Zui said with a sneer with a cold face, "After all, this is Pingjiang City."

The sound of broken porcelain pieces being trampled startled the sparrows on the window edge. The timid bird flapped its wings and jumped out of the courtyard of Wen Mansion. It went around half of Pingjiang City and landed in another bedroom. outside.

Jiang Xiaohan was still awake.The candle lamp at the corner of the table exploded with a crisp light. Jiang Xiaohan rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly before he put down his pen and pressed the written note on the table to dry.

His handwriting is like that of a man, unrestrained and elegant, but the strokes of his strokes are a bit stagnant due to lack of strength.

Jiang Xiaohan pushed aside the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and then poured out the effort to drink the medicine from the corner of the table.The cold concoction had an unbearable bitterness, Jiang Xiaohan frowned, trying to suppress the nausea.

In fact, most of his injuries have healed. Jiang Xiaohan originally wanted to stop the medicine, but Yan Qing disagreed. In the end, they could only take a step back and reduce the medicine twice a day to one.

Jiang Xiaohan drank two more sips of water before opening the window to attract the pigeons outside, took the written note from the table and stuffed it into the bamboo tube on the pigeon's feet.

The carrier pigeon had already been trained, and as soon as he let go, he chased after Zhuang Yi on the way out of the city.

Jiang Xiaohan sent out the news as usual, then fastened the window again, and took down a red sandalwood box from the bedside.He lit the candle with a silver pick, then took off his robe, revealing the wound on his back shoulder.

The white cloth strips fell down one after another, and the last layer of cloth was stuck to the wound by the healed blood scab. Jiang Xiaohan lost patience after pulling it lightly twice. The strip of cloth was pulled abruptly from the wound.

The muscles of Jiang Xiaohan's shoulders and neck suddenly tightened, and the scabbed wound opened a gap again, and the blood curved out a beautiful arc along his well-defined back.Jiang Xiaohan exhaled, wiped the blood hastily, and threw the cloth on the table casually.

"Jiang Mo."

Jiang Xiaohan said.

The boy with a pleasant face seemed to have been waiting outside the door, and when he heard his voice, he opened the door and walked in.

"Son."

Jiang Xiaohan seemed to be very tired, he took out a medicine bottle from the box and threw it into Jiang Mo's arms without looking back.Jiang Mo took the medicine bottle, first closed the door to prevent the wind from blowing in, and then came over to change the medicine for him.

"Is there any movement at Wen Zui's side?" Jiang Xiaohan half closed his eyes, resting his eyes with his left hand resting on his forehead.

"I haven't seen anything yet." Jiang Mo said, "Wen Zui is very calm."

"Can you hold your breath?" Jiang Xiaohan sneered: "These four words have nothing to do with him... He just doesn't dare to act rashly. It's just a sick cat that can only bark its teeth and claws. Once it touches his safety line , I was so frightened that I didn’t dare to move anything, for fear that if I didn’t notice, I would catch something.”

"Then what are you going to do, young master?" Jiang Mo wrapped the clean cloth around his wound again, and asked softly: "If Wen Zui keeps standing still, I'm afraid we won't be able to pry open any openings with Granny Wen... I even doubt it." , maybe even Granny Wen herself didn't know why she was in a disaster."

"I didn't intend to count on Wen Zui." Jiang Xiaohan rubbed his forehead, then opened his eyes again: "Grandma Wen doesn't know, so I will follow her husband and son to find out. Granny Wen's son was originally served by Wen Zui in the front yard. Man, I don't believe his death was an accident."

"Understood." Jiang Mo re-wrapped the wounds on his body with medicine, and then tightened his underwear: "I will ask people to keep watching Wen Zui. It's just that people come and go, and news Let's go from here... Young Master thinks, is Young Master Yan trustworthy?"

Jiang Xiaohan was getting up and rummaging for something in the outer robe he had taken off, gathering his inner shirt, and glanced at him when he heard this.

"You don't have to guard against him."

Jiang Mo bowed his body, indicating that he understood.

If he said he wasn't surprised, even Jiang Mo himself wouldn't believe it.Ever since what happened to Mrs. Jiang's family six years ago, he has never seen Jiang Xiaohan trust someone so much.After the accident, he watched with his own eyes Jiang Xiaohan shut himself in the study for seven days without sleeping or resting. His whole body was supported by a breath of energy, his eyes were blood red, and he forcibly turned out the people who lied to him one by one. .

From then on, Jiang Xiaohan cultivated his cronies, pulled up an impenetrable intelligence network in Beijing, and completely cut off that ideal youthful spirit.

But Jiang Mo hesitated for a moment, the words of persuasion came to his lips, but he still didn't say it in the end.

It would be a good thing if someone could help Jiang Xiaohan to get out of the past.

Jiang Xiaohan obviously thought of something, the whole person fell silent, and his originally relaxed expression tensed up slightly.

Jiang Mo sighed in his heart.

Jiang Xiaohan found what he was looking for, walked back to the table, and lifted the lid of the teapot.Jiang Mo saw that he poured a pill from the porcelain bottle in his hand and threw it into the clear water. After shaking it gently, the pill melted in the clear water, exuding a sweet herbal smell.

"What is this?" Jiang Mo leaned over and sniffed it with interest: "It's quite fragrant."

"Not for you."

Jiang Xiaohan slapped his outstretched hand away, and angrily moved the teapot and teacup to his side, like a wild cat protecting food.

Jiang Mo was amazed by the fact that he looked so real, he walked half a circle around him while sucking his teeth.

"It's so fresh, the young master sometimes protects the food." Jiang Mo grew up with him, and when he was not talking about business, the boundaries between superiority and inferiority were not so clear.Jiang Mo smiled narrowly at him: "Why, Mr. Yan gave it to you?"

"Go, go." Jiang Xiaohan told him to laugh shamelessly, and couldn't help but give him a blank look: "Since I'm so free, I should send you to keep an eye on it."

"That can't be done." Jiang Mo said with a smile: "The night is long, if you don't sleep well today, you may not be able to fight a tough battle tomorrow."