Xiao Qinghuan

Yan Qing drank the wine in the glass on his own, only to realize that the wine was indeed mellow and clear, a rare good wine.He didn't usually drink alcohol, but occasionally when the mountains were snowed heavily in Kunlun, Lu Feng would open up the fine wine he had stored in his cellar and invite him to have a few drinks with him. Over time, he developed a picky tongue, and he had reservations about good wine. A little interested.

Today it was Jiang Xiaohan who said he wanted to make amends, and Yan Qing was not going to be polite, he put the empty wine glass on the tea tray, and waited for Master Jiang to pour wine for him.

But Mr. Jiang, who had always been clever, seemed to have turned into a shadow puppet with a disconnected thread, and just sat there staring at Yan Qing in a daze.His right hand unconsciously moved in front of him, but he only felt the cool air slipping gently through his fingers.

He took a moment to remember that the folding fan he always carried had been damaged beyond recognition and could no longer be used.

Yan Qing seemed very dissatisfied with his distraction, and tapped on the tea tray with his fingers: "Why, Master Jiang's apology wine, can I only have one cup?"

"How could it be?" Jiang Xiaohan answered casually, reaching out to grab the wine jar out of habit, only when he touched the edge of the mouth did he regain his senses, and looked up at Yan Qing.

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

Now even if Jiang Xiaohan still had a stomach full of things to say, he could only swallow it temporarily and fill Yan Qing's glass with wine.

"If I drink this glass of wine, I will accept your apology." Yan Qing said, "Whether it's about today or the past, you don't have to think about it anymore."

"But I may still go back on my word." Jiang Xiaohan held the wine jar, smiling calmly: "Or what I said today, which seemed to be heart-to-heart, was to pave the way for using your identity in the future. In this way, if there is a sword in the future On the day we meet each other, you will at least think about whether I have no choice."

Yan Qing glanced at his whitened fingertips, but was really too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Even I only need to reveal your identity to the capital for a little bit, and then turn around to help you, and then I can reap—hmm."

Yan Qing was so annoyed by him, quickly picked up the bamboo chopsticks and stuffed a white jade square cake into his mouth.

He has practiced sword since he was a child, needless to say his reaction, this chopstick is stable and accurate.Jiang Xiaohan was caught off guard and was stuffed with a mouthful of fragrant cake, and he froze in place, and the belly draft he had typed just now was completely forgotten.

Yan Qing didn't seem to expect that this sneak attack would be successful, and he was also stunned holding up his chopsticks.

Jiang Xiaohan subconsciously licked the cake with the tip of his tongue. The soft and glutinous powder melted between his lips and teeth, and it was a bit cloying.

The two looked at each other for a while, then suddenly looked away at the same time and burst out laughing.

The original tense momentum also dissipated.

"Whispering." Yan Qing said with a smile.

"I'm really..." Jiang Xiaohan shook his head with a helpless smile, and said vaguely, "I've never seen such a domineering Taoist leader like you."

"If you really have that intention, you should have sent the news back to the capital. Although no one can say for sure what will happen in the future, at least you haven't done anything to apologize to me." Yan Qing laughed enough, Putting down the chopsticks, he said solemnly: "Jiang Xiaohan, listen carefully, as for whether I have friendship with you or not, it is up to me, not you."

"You don't have to be ironic." Yan Qing said, "You can't doubt my way of seeing people."

If you say that you are not moved, even Jiang Xiaohan himself can't lie to himself.He had been immersed in the imperial court for ten years, and since Jiang Qiuhong left, people around him respected him and feared him, and all respected him, but no one had ever said such a thing to him.

Jiang Xiaohan's chest heaved slightly, and his upper body leaned forward a little, as if grabbing some life-saving straw.

Although he was smiling, there were obvious red marks at the corners of his eyes, and he smiled very reluctantly: "Ah Qing is a practitioner, today the gods of heaven and earth are above, how about I make a promise with Ah Qing."

"What agreement." Yan Qing said.

"From today onwards." Jiang Xiaohan paused every word: "Ah Qing and I will not lie or hide anything."

Jiang Xiaohan restrained his face and held his breath, those beautiful peach blossom eyes lost their usual casualness, and looked at him without squinting, his eyes were very firm, and he looked serious.

Perhaps for Jiang Xiaohan, "trust" is a more rare thing than "friendship".

Yan Qing naturally didn't know, but on this ordinary evening, Jiang Xiaohan fought against all opinions with himself, and with desperate courage, completely stripped Yan Qing from the thick darkness in his heart, and offered to God The altar became unique in his heart.

Yan Qing nodded slightly, and said seriously: "Okay."

Jiang Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief, raised his glass and said, "Then use this cup as proof?"

"This cup is the proof."

Two jade cups collided, and this altar of apology wine was worthy of its name.

"However..." Yan Qing changed the topic: "If you continue to despise yourself like this, I will punish you."

Jiang Xiaohan has not been punished since he was 16 years old. Hearing this, he became very interested and asked sincerely, "What is the punishment?"

"Let's copy the book as a penalty." Yan Qing raised his eyebrows: "One more time, copy the Tao Te Ching twenty times as a penalty."

Jiang Xiaohan couldn't help laughing loudly.

Jiang Mo at the door suddenly felt that he was very redundant.

He wandered around the courtyard twice, and finally bit the bullet and walked in.

"Young Master, Young Master Yan."

Yan Qing followed the sound and turned her head, only to see Jiang Mo holding Jiang Xiaohan's saber in his hand, leaning over to salute him.

"What are you doing with your sword?" Yan Qing asked a little strangely.

Jiang Mo heard the words and looked at Jiang Xiaohan, who coughed twice in embarrassment: "It's nothing...it won't be needed now."

What a clever person Yan Qing is, but he understood after a little thought: "Do you think I want to leave?"

"How could it be?" Jiang Xiaohan laughed dryly, and quickly waved at Jiang Mo: "Take it back."

"Let's put it down." Yan Qing said, then turned to Jiang Xiaohan and said, "The current situation is unclear, and I don't know if there will be other troubles. To be safe, you should wear a sword."

Since even Yan Qing said that, Jiang Xiaohan had no reason to refuse, and nodded his head as a tacit consent.

Jiang Mo's eyes turned twice between the two of them, thinking of the phrase "don't guard against him", he was heartbroken, and took out a bamboo tube from his bosom.

"My lord, there's a letter from outside."

Jiang Xiaohan frowned, and stretched out his hand to him: "Bring it to me."

Jiang Mo handed the bamboo tube to him. Jiang Xiaohan looked up and down to confirm that the wax seal was intact, then unscrewed the letter tube and pulled out a paper roll from it.

"What's wrong?" Yan Qing asked when he saw that his expression was not good.

"It's about the Pingjiang Mansion." Since Jiang Xiaohan had already spoken to Yan Qing, he didn't plan to keep it from him.He handed over the note in his hand: "I was ordered to inspect the Liangnan generation on behalf of His Majesty. Before leaving Beijing, Your Majesty ordered five hundred forbidden troops to accompany me out of Beijing. Now two hundred of the five hundred forbidden troops are in Pingjiang Mansion."

There were two lines of small script written on the note, and the letter stated that Wen Zui went into a rage at home, and more than half of the nursing homes in the Wen Mansion were mobilized and entered the streets and alleys of the Pingjiang Mansion. I don't know what they did, so they had to divide Send out your hands to watch the movements of several waves of people and horses.

"Did you ask them to be spies for you?" Yan Qing rolled up the note and handed it back to Jiang Xiaohan.

"That's right." Jiang Xiaohan said: "In addition to Wen Zui, I also sent someone to check on the strangers who have come and gone in Pingjiang Mansion in the past seven days, but there is no news yet."

"The theft of Wen Mansion is not your handiwork, it means that there are still fishermen in Pingjiang Mansion waiting for the opportunity." Yan Qing said: "I'm waiting to see you compete with Wen Zui's snipe and clam."

"But now they are the ones who can't hold their breath first." Jiang Xiaohan said with a smile: "Then if we don't keep it all, we will be the oriole."

The author says:

Thank you Ziqi and Su Qingyao for feeding the fish food~【Pen refill】Please also like the little friends to collect it~