Xiao Qinghuan

But for some reason, Yan Qing always had a bad feeling.

He has learned divination from Lu Feng about yin and yang since he was a child, and his intuition has always been accurate.However, he is always restless today, and always feels like something is going to happen.

The shopkeeper walked ahead and led the way. For the past few days, Yan Qing had gotten used to walking beside Jiang Xiaohan, but the road was too narrow, so he could only take two steps back and walk behind him.

Yan Qing always felt that there was something that he missed, the inexplicable sense of familiarity was right in front of him, but he couldn't think of it at all.

Pingjiang City has well-developed waterways, and most of the business transactions have to be carried on the water, so the area near the pier has been drawn to extend in all directions, and the roads have been built narrower than the adjacent areas, most of which are the back doors of the warehouses of various houses.

This kind of narrow path can only accommodate two or three people at most. Yan Qing crossed Jiang Xiaohan and looked at the shopkeeper who led the way. The shopkeeper was a tall, thin middle-aged man. Shaky, looking like he might fall at any moment.

Yan Qing looked away after only a couple of glances, his thoughts were still on the scraps of Biluochun just now.Most of the sacks piled up at the door of this shop are used to transport grain. Because these sacks are rough and simple, they are mostly used to transport unthreshed rice and millet, which are the most common goods in shipping.

Da Chu's business tax system was based on the previous dynasties, dividing different types of goods and collecting taxes separately.In addition to salt and iron, which can only be traded by the imperial merchants, the tax standards for different goods are also clearly stipulated.It is precisely because of this that the cargo levels of the transportation business are quite distinct, especially in Jianghuai and Huaihe.Before a businessman opens a shop and launches a ship, he must first report his financial resources and business transaction certificates to the local government office. What kind of business can be done, and how much can be done each time a ship is counted.

In other words, it is almost impossible for goods such as grain, salt, silk tea, gold, stone and jade to appear in the same shop.

In addition, Yan Qing didn't find any shipping price tags for valuables in the store after entering the door, so no matter how you look at it, it is an ordinary grain store.

But the crumbs of Biluochun at the door are still tender green, it seems that they have just fallen, they are top-grade Biluochun, one tael of tea leaves is worth a hundred taels of silver, which such a small shopkeeper can drink at will.

The road led by the shopkeeper seems to be particularly narrow and long compared to other paths. Jiang Xiaohan was still pondering the connection between Feng Lei and Wen Zui, trying to find out some clues, but suddenly realized that the more he walked, the more wrong he walked.

It seems that from before the half stick of incense, the yelling and human voices that could be heard have become farther and farther away, and even disappeared at some point.

The road is uncharacteristically quiet.

Jiang Xiaohan paused.

The originally gloomy weather began to rain again, and the rain as fine as cotton needles silently soaked every inch of the land and tiles of the vast Pingjiang Mansion. The magnolia trees that can be seen everywhere were wet by the rain, and the rich fragrance was scattered in the air, light and floating. The memory that was ignored by Yan Qing was ticked off.

——Wen Zui's hostile banquet.

The fragrance of magnolia reminded Yan Qing of the flower hall in Wen's mansion that night. He and Jiang Xiaohan went to the banquet together. At that time, although Wen Zui made good wine, he also prepared good tea to accompany the banquet.The ups and downs of green tea aroma in the cup is exactly the same as today's Biluochun.

Because he couldn't get used to Wen Zui, he didn't take a sip of the tea that day, so even though he felt the aroma of the tea was familiar, he couldn't remember it.

Thinking of this, Yan Qing was startled suddenly, and raised her hand to grab Jiang Xiaohan's shoulder.

"Jiang--"

I don't know if the shopkeeper heard the movement, but he suddenly made an attack. When he turned around, there was a cold light on his sleeve, and a short knife was unsheathed in an instant, and came straight to Jiang Xiaohan's face.

Jiang Xiaohan secretly thought that it was not good, but there was no way to retreat, so he could only raise the fan with all his strength to block it, and the short knife was placed on his folding fan with a bang, leaving a terrifying white mark on the fan bone.

Yan Qing's premonition that made him uneasy finally came true. There was only three steps between him and Jiang Xiaohan, but he couldn't get any closer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked down, and saw a rope net covering the wall, with sharp blades wrapped around the knots. Jiang Xiaohan was forced to stay where he was by the shopkeeper with the knife, and was in a dilemma for a while.Yan Qingjin had no way to advance, so he could only grit his teeth and take a few steps back quickly, so that he was not trapped by the rope net at least.

However, there seemed to be an ambush here, seven or eight men in black turned over from the wall, stepped on the rope net that fell to the ground, and forcibly separated Jiang Xiaohan and Yan Qing.

The path was too narrow, and there were three or four people standing around Yan Qing, even with the Chi Xiao Sword in his hand, he couldn't get to Jiang Xiaohan's side immediately.

Yan Qing turned sideways slightly, protected the empty door behind her, and then said coldly: "Get out of the way."

Jiang Xiaohan at the other end naturally also saw the deadly rope net, and gritted his teeth the moment the rope net fell, and used his backhand to slash the dagger, forcing the shopkeeper two steps back.

However, the middle-aged man's martial arts was not inferior to Jiang Xiaohan's at all, and he was able to handle a short knife with ease, and he was not inferior to Jiang Xiaohan in this narrow path.

But Jiang Xiaohan was injured after all, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand, only a useless folding fan.He may be able to handle it within a hundred moves, but he knows very well that if it takes too long, he will definitely lose.

While thinking about it, Jiang Xiaohan opened the folding fan, clamped the blade of the oncoming blade with the fan bone, and held it with his backhand, forcing the blade of the short knife into the fan bone.

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand forcefully, the folding fan made a piercing scream, and the fan surface was smashed by the sharp blade, but he refused to withdraw his hand abruptly.

——He really had the intention to kill.Jiang Xiaohan's heart turned cold.

Jiang Xiaohan and the shopkeeper looked at each other across a folding fan. The other party's left cuff shook, and Jiang Xiaohan raised his hand almost at the same time, bypassing the other's guard's pulse door and clamping the other's forearm. The shopkeeper squinted slightly, trying to I tried hard, but found that the blade at my fingertips couldn't get closer by an inch, and the two of them immediately froze in place.

"Master Jiang."

To his surprise, it was the shopkeeper who spoke first.

"Some things don't belong to adults. If adults take them, they will be killed." He stared at Jiang Xiaohan with dark eyes, "Your Highness likes your talent, so you should obediently hand over the things, so I Then you don’t have to embarrass your lord, and you can go back to work.”

Wen Zui lost something, Jiang Xiaohan thought.If it wasn't really inappropriate, he almost wanted to laugh out loud.

But he obviously wouldn't ask such a stupid question about something, he just sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "Wen Zui can't even be a good watchdog. If he loses something, he doesn't know how to beg for mercy from his master, but he has learned to be smart."

The other party was taken aback, not knowing whether he was playing tricks or if he really had a plan in mind.

"It turns out that Wen Zui has always been doing things for His Highness in this way." Jiang Xiaohan lowered his voice, his voice was as cold as a knife: "No wonder His Highness Fourth is always crushed by His Highness Third in Beijing."

"Your Excellency, you don't have to play tricks." The man quickly came back to his senses: "Mr. Jiang is resourceful and strategizing. No one in the capital knows. Today, my lord, you should take a good look at the situation and hand over your things. If you don't keep them all, you will still be an official in the same court." .”

There were only three or four people between Yan Qing and Jiang Xiaohan, so he naturally heard these words clearly.He wanted to make a quick decision to help Jiang Xiaohan, but he was entangled by these men in black and couldn't get away.

They seemed to have an order a long time ago, as if they were not prepared to take the two of them down, they just blocked Yan Qing firmly.The intersection is too narrow, Yan Qingkong has martial arts, but there is no room for him to display them.

There was a dull pain from the injury on the shoulder, and Jiang Xiaohan's hair on the temples was wet from the rain. Cold sweat mixed with raindrops dripped from his chin onto the blade, and a clear flower bloomed.

He couldn't help but be thankful that the rain made him seem to be able to fight with others with ease twice.

"If I say no." Jiang Xiaohan said aggressively, "Even if you kill me here today, I can guarantee that you won't find anything except an iron sign that can be seen everywhere."

"Master Jiang naturally wouldn't take the risk of taking things with him." The man said: "After all, if it is accidentally damaged, wouldn't it be a waste of effort, sir."

As the man spoke, he suddenly realized something and fell silent for a moment.He looked at the corners of Jiang Xiaohan's lips that were gradually raised, and he was shocked and angry: "You lied to me!"

"So it was the book that was lost." Jiang Xiaohan smiled brightly with clear eyes, "Thank you for letting me know."

"you--!"

Taking advantage of his restlessness, Jiang Xiaohan let go of the hand holding the fan and took two steps back. Desperate for the risk of being stabbed again, he reached out and took out an iron ball from his bosom. white light.

However, the expected pain did not come, a frost-colored long sword stabbed from a slant, one hand steadily pushed the short knife away, and the sword edge went up along the hilt, forcing the opponent to let go.

When the middle-aged man missed a hit, he asked Jiang Xiaohan to send out a signal. He gritted his teeth, stepped on the wall beside him, and said in a hateful voice, "Retreat first."

With Yan Qing's horizontal sword in his hand, he didn't intend to chase after him. There were so many opponents that he couldn't catch anything.

Jiang Xiaohan was guarded behind him just now, and when he took a closer look, he found that Yan Qing's right hand cuff and the clothes around his waist were all torn, and they were injured by the blade.

Jiang Xiaohan frowned: "Are you injured?"

"No." Yan Qing looked back at him, then looked at the cuffs, not paying much attention: "It's just that the clothes were torn."

Jiang Xiaohan understood that he must have forcibly broken through from that group of people, if those people's martial arts were a little bit better, these blades would not only cut through Yan Qing's clothes, but would actually cut on him.

He looked at Yan Qing's torn clothes and thought they were very eye-catching.

"Are you okay?" Yan Qing asked.

Jiang Xiaohan shook his head, indicating that he was fine: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go first."