Xiao Qinghuan

When Jiang Xiaohan woke up from the dream, it was completely dark.

He evaded the pursuit all the way in his uneasy sleep, and finally stepped off the cliff with his foot in the air. The instant weightlessness made him tremble all over, and he was shocked heavily.

The red candle on the lamp stand at the foot of the bed was halfway burning, and the thin layer of wax on the lamp base was glowing orange.

Jiang Xiaohan stared at the dark flower curtain on the top of the bed in a daze, panting for a long time before slowly regaining his sanity.

The pain in his body gradually became clear. When Jiang Xiaohan moved a little, he felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest. He was so heavy that he couldn't even breathe. Already soaked in cold sweat.

The shirt was sticky to his body, Jiang Xiaohan took a deep breath, only feeling the soreness in his limbs and bones made him groggy.

Jiang Xiaohan bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to wake up, and recalled his situation belatedly. He moved his right hand, only to find that the wound on his right shoulder seemed to have been properly treated, and his head was being covered with a soft cloth. Lying on the bed is not very uncomfortable, it seems to be tidied up very properly.

Calmly, he slid his hand to his side, touched his saber in the bed, and finally heaved a little sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the situation in the room with his eyes.

"you're awake."

When Jiang Xiaohan raised his head, he met Yan Qing's gaze. The other party was standing by the window, as if disturbed by the sound of him waking up, turning his head to look at him: "You have a fever."

Yan Qing's voice was very soft, neither seemed to be repulsed by others, nor seemed to be too enthusiastic.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't speak, he turned sideways with some difficulty, pressed the edge of the bed with his left hand, slowly propped up his body, and sat on the head of the bed.

There was more than one wound on his right shoulder, so it was very difficult to get up. Yan Qing stood there, watching his movements quietly, without speaking.

Jiang Xiaohan leaned on the head of the bed and gasped for a while, before saying, "Thank you for your help."

"You don't need to thank me." Yan Qing said, "Thank you yourself."

Jiang Xiaohan was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and then smiled softly: "You can see it."

Without waiting for Yan Qing to speak, he raised his head and looked at the other party: "I did know that you were on the tree at the time, but I really had nowhere to go. If you didn't take action, I'm afraid I'm just a dead body under the cliff now."

"Aren't you afraid that I'm also one of the people chasing and killing you?" Yan Qing asked.

"That's my life." Jiang Xiaohan obviously didn't want to say more about this matter, he nodded slightly at Yan Qing: "Thanks to the young hero who rescued me this time, I don't know the young hero's name."

"It's not worth mentioning." Yan Qing said: "Just one thing, what happened to the flood in the Yangtze River Basin you mentioned."

Yan Qing was not a tactful person, he didn't even understand that Jiang Xiaohan wanted to avoid talking about it.

Jiang Xiaohan's smile was getting colder, he pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then looked away at the candlestick on the side as if admitting defeat, half of his body was hidden in the darkness, the candlelight was bright and dark, making his expression somewhat blurred distortion.

"Two months ago, the waters of the Yangtze River were growing, and the dam along the bank was breached. The residents and towns along the bank were killed and injured. In order to cover up this achievement, the local governor kept it secret and refused to report it. The papers of the magistrates are piled up in piles, and they are all piled up on the governor's desk. The singing and dancing in the capital is peaceful, and there is not a single word of it leaking."

He paused, and his voice gradually lowered: "In the end, he was a poor scholar. He entered the capital incognito and crashed his head on the pillar in front of Jing Zhaoyin's mansion. That's why we, who are vegetarians, suddenly woke up."

What he said was a real self-deprecating, Yan Qing didn't answer, but continued to ask: "It's not the rainy season now, how could there be floods?"

"Young man thinks this is a natural disaster?" Jiang Xiaohan curled his lips and sneered: "The flood of the Yangtze River and the bursting of the dam are all just a way of making money for the governor. That's exactly the case, we I was chased and killed. The imperial court ordered me to rescue the disaster and investigate the case, but in fact it was just to catch people from all walks of life. I went down the river this time, and I blocked people's money. Some people wanted my life. No surprise."

Yan Qing frowned, as if thinking about his words.

"The young man may not know something. Don't you have to rely on money for the intrigue in the officialdom, climbing high and stepping on the ground? The tax withheld is not enough, so naturally you have to find it from other places." His smile gradually became bitter: "After all, it's the common people who suffer."

Yan Qing seems to have just discovered that Jiang Xiaohan has a pair of beautiful eyes. Now that he is drooping his eyes, the long eyelashes hang down, carrying a pitiful sense of loneliness, and he looks a little pitiful.

Yan Qing suddenly felt a little unbearable, sighed softly, poured a cup of tea, walked to the bed, and sat on the low stool beside the bed.

"Thinking too much is useless." Yan Qing said.

Jiang Xiaohan took the cup and thanked him in a low voice. He didn't seem to want to speak again, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant.

Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, and said for the first time: "Yan Qing."

"Ok?"

"Didn't you just ask my name?" Yan Qing said, "Yan Qing, Qingming Qing."

Only then did Jiang Xiaohan realize that Yan Qing would always look into his eyes when he spoke. It seemed that although he was a bit repulsive, his eyes were rare and clear, without any coldness.

Jiang Xiaohan suddenly laughed. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes. When he laughed, his brows and eyes were curved. Before he could speak, he gave people a warm and long-lasting illusion.

"Then... Yan Shaoxia?" He asked with a smile.

"Just seeing the suffering in the world." Yan Qing said: "Not serving the country or the people, it's unworthy of a chivalrous character."

"That's wrong." Jiang Xiaohan clicked his tongue and shook his head disapprovingly: "Young hero saved me, isn't it considered for the people?"

Yan Qing seemed to want to refute, but after thinking about it, she still didn't say anything.

"I heard that the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes know each other if they exchange names. After all, it is fate that I met the young hero." Jiang Xiaohan smiled, turned the teacup in his hand with his fingers, and asked casually: "I don't know the young man Where did the hero come from?"

"Kunlun." Yan Qing said.

Jiang Xiaohan paused, then opened his eyes wide in surprise, and subconsciously sat up straight.It wasn't until the slightly cool tea in the teacup splashed on the back of his hand that he seemed to suddenly realize his gaffe, coughed dryly, lowered his eyes and touched his nose with some embarrassment, and outlined a coherent unpreparedness just right.

"It turned out to be the Taoist priest of Kunlun." Jiang Xiaohan said seriously, "It's really disrespectful."