Xiao Qinghuan

After being disturbed like this, Jiang Xiaohan no longer needed to go to the pier.

Jiang Ying was not in Pingjiang City, so Jiang Xiaohan's signal was just an empty plan.Yan Qing was afraid that the shopkeeper would turn back and it would not end well, so he took Jiang Xiaohan around for a long way, and did not go home until he reached the downtown area.

The continuous drizzle wet Jiang Xiaohan's outer shirt, and the injury on his shoulder was hurt. Although it would not burst, it was still uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but shake his shoulder.

Seeing that his knuckles were turning white, Yan Qing switched the sword to his right hand and reached out to support him.

"When you lied to him just now, how did you know that he lost a book?" Yan Qing asked.

Jiang Xiaohan accepted all the good intentions of Yan Qing's release, and supported his arm to borrow strength: "It can't be a trivial matter that can make Wen Zuigou jump over the wall and attack me in Pingjiang mansion. I guess, he must have lost something shameful." thing."

"Maybe it's his order to contact his subordinates, or maybe it's something else." Jiang Xiaohan was quite focused when thinking, his voice was slow and long, and every sentence seemed to be the result of deliberation.He lowered his eyes, the water vapor covered his slender eyelashes, and he couldn't see clearly: "But no matter what it is, this kind of terrible thing is lost. Wen Zui will not press it for a few days before suddenly getting into trouble. It must be lost." It’s not long. If my people take this kind of thing, they will definitely give it to me as soon as possible. But the talisman is mostly metal or jade, and it will not be damaged easily, so I used this to cheat him. Unexpectedly I got it right."

Yan Qing couldn't help being stunned, the scene at that time could not be overstated.But Jiang Xiaohan not only turned his back on the guest in a few words, but even found out the bottom of Wen Zui.

— how calm.

He even had the urge to ask Jiang Xiaohan what kind of life he lived before, so that he could subconsciously suppress the instinct of self-preservation under others.

But impulse is only impulse.

"It's a pity." Jiang Xiaohan sighed softly: "He is already vigilant, and I'm afraid nothing can be found out from Feng Lei."

"What about you." Yan Qing asked: "Wen Zui must have known that he found the wrong person, and you have such a big deal in your hands for no reason, he will not let it go."

"Too much is too wrong." Jiang Xiaohan said softly, "Until he's not sure how much I know, he won't bother me again."

"It's just that he won't sit still." Yan Qing thought a little further than Jiang Xiaohan. When he briefly fought with those people today, he found that these people were not similar to the nursing homes of ordinary officials.Although they are not good at martial arts, when they attack, they always greet people's vital points with swords and knives. Although their martial arts are not organized, they are extremely ruthless.

"That depends... between me and him, who moves faster."

Yan Qing thought about the information that came out during the fight just now, but didn't notice that Jiang Xiaohan's face was gloomy, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

He was silent for a long time before slowly closing his eyes, the water droplets on his eyelashes trembled, and slowly flowed down the corners of his eyes, like a trail of tears.

— He was too conceited.he thinks.

When he left the capital, he lost even the basic details, and became a blind man with closed eyes and ears. There was still a third party in Pingjiang Mansion, but he didn't hear any news.

— He was not cautious enough.

The corner of Yan Qing's torn clothes seemed to be stuck in his heart. He boasted that he understood Wen Zui and could understand the other's mind thoroughly, but he didn't want to make Yan Qing go into danger with him.

Injuries will inevitably make people confused, Jiang Xiaohan understands.But this did not allow him to withdraw from the negative emotions immediately. While he spurned his rare weakness, he fell into deep self-blame uncontrollably.

Yan Qing supported him to walk back, halfway, he bumped into Jiang Mo who had seen the signal to look for them.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Mo hurriedly took over Jiang Xiaohan, and asked in fear, "What happened to the two young masters?"

Yan Qing briefly mentioned what happened just now, and Jiang Mo couldn't help but patted his chest in fear: "Fortunately, it's nothing, it's really thanks to Mr. Yan——"

"It's easy to do, don't worry about it."

The downtown area was not far from Jiang Xiaohan's house, and it wasn't until Jiang Mo helped Jiang Xiaohan into the house that he belatedly remembered that Jiang Xiaohan had been too silent along the way.

However, looking back, he realized that although Jiang Xiaohan had no expression on his face, his lips were pale, and his whole body was inexplicably haggard.

Yan Qing couldn't help worrying about his fatal injury, and felt the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, and he was relieved to make sure that he didn't feel hot.

His clothes were torn apart by the blade, and half of the cloth was hanging on his body, precariously. Although the damage was not serious, it looked very indecent after all.

Yan Qing ordered Jiang Mo to take Jiang Xiaohan back to the room to tidy up, and was about to go back to the room to change clothes, but he didn't expect that the moment he turned his footsteps, his wrist would sink.

Jiang Xiaohan held his wrist with an undeniable strength, and looked at him silently with dark eyes.

"What's wrong?" Yan Qing asked softly.

Jiang Xiaohan lowered his eyes, held Yan Qing's hand, and said with difficulty after a long while: "...Sorry."

"what?"

"I'm the one who got you in trouble for what happened today." Jiang Xiaohan's voice was a little hoarse because of the cold, which made him sound a little frustrated.

Yan Qing's complexion changed slightly.

"Jiang Xiaohan." Yan Qing was a little displeased, "I wasn't injured, and I didn't blame you."

Jiang Xiaohan had never seen such an indifferent expression on his face, as if it was covered with a layer of bitter cold, frost and snow, which made him flustered.

"I am willing to save you, even if I get hurt because of it, it is my own choice, and it has nothing to do with you."

He calmly put down a word, and went back to his yard on his own.

It wasn't until Jiang Mo took him back to the yard and stuffed him into the bathtub that Jiang Xiaohan's mind was reawakened by the slightly scalding water.His eyes were condensed into one point again, and it was only then that he realized that Yan Qing was not someone who needed to be protected.

Instead, he is not inferior to him, the descendant of Kunlun.

Jiang Xiaohan smiled self-deprecatingly, he just felt that he didn't know what to do, it seemed that his brain was burnt out.Besides, what he said really hurt Yan Qing's heart.

He pressed his forehead and felt a little headache.

Jiang Xiaohan has always disliked too many people serving him, so the house was inevitably a little deserted.

Yan Qing went back to his room and changed his clothes, and arranged himself properly, but felt that it was still early, so he simply sat on the porch to enjoy the rain.

Yan Qing always kept the sword in his hand, he leaned back on the porch pillar, the Akasaka sword was held in his arms, and the sword spike swayed in front of him with the movements, showing a sense of existence that cannot be ignored.

He scooped up the sword tassel in his hand, the jade tentacles were warm and moist, and it took him a while to soak up his body temperature.Yan Qing rubbed the tassel of the sword, and after a while, he sighed helplessly, thinking that he had always been calm-tempered, and he didn't know what was wrong, so he was so angry with him.

The pear blossoms in the courtyard are rich and fragrant, and the fine petals fall with the rain, spreading a shallow layer in the courtyard one after another.

A moment later, someone came from outside the courtyard. Yan Qing followed his reputation and found that Jiang Xiaohan had untied his hair crown, and only used a hair rope embroidered with silver thread to gather his long hair. He was holding a small food box, looking like a homely person , holding a wine jar in his hand.

With a smile on his face, he swept away the previous haze, as if he had figured it out.

"Ah Ching."

Jiang Xiaohan smiled and shook the wine jar in his hand.

"I'm here to make amends with you."