Xiao Qinghuan

Compared with East Street, West Street is brightly lit.

For youth, this scene is good and bad.The good thing is that West Street is bustling day and night, day and night, and it takes more effort to catch him in the crowd, but the bad thing is that there are more people, which means more variables.

Most of the West Street in Pingjiang City are gambling halls, restaurants, or Qinlou Chuguan. A few short streets are surrounded by walls to form an area, so that you can take advantage of the curfew and walk freely in the area. walk around.

The young man was dressed in night clothes, and looked a bit out of place in the sensual West Street.He passed through the back alley of Zuixiang Building, and the strong smell of powder in the air swirled into his nostrils, making him dizzy with choking.

In the back alleys of the Qin Building and Chu Pavilion, there are often drunk rich businessmen haunting, and the young man walked a few alleys in the dark, only to feel that his body was about to be marinated by the stench of alcohol.He frowned in disgust, changed direction, and followed the quiet place.

Just after turning a corner, the young man was bumped into his arms by a drunken middle-aged man.The wounds on his body were bleeding profusely, and he was groggy. He staggered when he was knocked, and he took a few steps back in embarrassment, and managed to stand upright by leaning on the wall.

The package in his arms was loose at one corner by the heavy things inside, and something came out of that corner, swinging precariously outside, leaving an inconspicuous mark on his coat.

The middle-aged man was dressed in silk and satin, with five or six thumb-sized pearls adorning his waist. Looking around, he saw the word "rich" written all over his body with the thickest wolf hair.

The man also seemed to be very drunk, and he covered his forehead and cursed: "Where...where did the unknown brat come from, dare to rush me."

The young man gave him a cold look, and he walked away without wanting to entangle him.

Unexpectedly, the man would not give up, grabbed his arm and pulled him back, squinted his eyes and looked around him, as if he felt that the clothes were too shabby, so he sneered and said: "Whose servant If you don't understand the rules, go and take me to see your master."

The precarious thing in the young man's arms slipped down his outer shirt and fell to his feet. It was a thin book.Under the dim light, the indigo pages of the book fell silently into the darkness, becoming an inconspicuous corner in the dark alley.

The young man didn't realize that he was so annoyed by the entanglement, he swung the man's hand and pulled out a slender sword from the cloth strip.

The sharp point of the sword was pressed against the man's throat, and Ling Ran's sword aura was overwhelming. A thin layer of sweat formed on the man's back in an instant, and most of the wine woke up in an instant.

The young man's eyes were as cold as ice, as if his hand could slit open a man's throat with just a slight shake of his hand.

The middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol seemed to be frightened by him, trembling and about to scream.

"Oh, what's the matter."

A charming female voice came from behind, the young man held the sword and looked sideways, and saw a woman with fragrant shoulders half exposed coming out of the back door. Caught the middle-aged man's arm.

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, I have been waiting for you in the house for a long time." The woman seemed to have seen the big world, she just covered her lips and smiled, her eyes swept over the young man, and lightly stretched out her hand to hold the young man He pushed the blade of the sword to the side: "This little brother, if you want to come and play, you can go in with the servant's house. If you don't want to come and play, please go by yourself."

The young man seemed to have been scalded, the tip of his sword shook, he avoided the woman's hand in disgust, and turned away.

The man also seemed to feel that he had lost face in front of the woman, so he shook off her hand with a worried face, and went into the building on his own.

The woman seemed to be used to it, brushing her loose temple hair, and walked upstairs with a slender waist.Before she took a few steps, she felt as if she had stepped on something under the thin embroidered shoes. She bent down suspiciously and picked up the thin book.The woman is not very literate, so she flipped through it a bit, and felt that there was something densely written in it like a heavenly book. She guessed that it was left by that young master Zhou just now, so she tucked it into her belt without seeing the outside, and walked in the door .

The young man frowned in displeasure, unwilling to go to the fireworks field, raised his eyes to identify the direction, and then headed towards the rare quiet place on West Street.

At this time, the house on the West Street was quietly immersed in darkness, only the study room was lit.

Jiang Xiaohan put the wooden box back into the dark cabinet, picked up the silver scissors next to the candlestick, and cut the burning candle wick short.

"No way." Jiang Xiaohan smiled self-deprecatingly: "I am just the most ordinary courtier, whether it is the affairs of the world or the lord of the people, in the end, His Majesty is the one who controls the chess."

The flickering candlelight cast large shadows on his face, Jiang Xiao's jackdaw feather-like eyelashes drooped down, and the candlelight reflected in his eyes, like a cluster of unwilling fires burning.

"It's up to people." Yan Qing said: "The situation in Beijing and China is unclear, and nothing can be concluded yet."

Jiang Xiaohan smiled, and just about to say something, his face suddenly changed, he casually touched a copper ring from the candlestick, and threw it out casually.

The copper ring was infused with internal strength, and burst out of the window with a strong momentum.

"Who!" Jiang Xiaohan shouted in a low voice.

A muffled groan came from the courtyard, Jiang Xiaohan and Yan Qing subconsciously picked up the swords at the side, pushed open the study door and walked out.

Under the moonlight, the young man in black and silver was standing in the courtyard, covering his shoulders and looking at Jiang Xiaohan vigilantly. He was in a very embarrassing state. It seemed that he had loosened his outer shirt while running, revealing a pale neck. Skin, and a dark pendant, the pendant shone sharply under the moonlight, it looked like the scales of something.

Jiang Xiaohan said, "Who are you?"

The young man pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.Yan Qing, who followed closely behind, was stunned when he saw this, and his eyes stayed on the half-exposed sword in the young man's hand for a moment, before hesitatingly asked: "Liuguang sword, Luo Suifeng?"

Jiang Xiaohan couldn't help but glance at Yan Qing.This sounds like the name of a person in the Jianghu. He is in the court and doesn't know much about the affairs of the Jianghu. However, since Yan Qing can call the other party's name, he is probably a famous person.

Hearing this, the young man looked sideways, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

His voice was very low, maybe he didn't communicate with people often, and there was an inexplicable ferocity in his voice.Jiang Xiaohan frowned, feeling uncomfortable listening.

"Just like you, he is from the Jianghu." Yan Qing said.

"But I don't know you." Luo Suifeng didn't buy it. He stepped back and looked sideways at the courtyard gate a few steps away, thinking about which direction to get out from.

He made a mistake.

He originally wanted to find some medicine in a random house to deal with it for a night, but he didn't think that this place where fish and dragons are mixed, but there are still some amazing people hidden.

Luo Suifeng's eyes fell on the handsome and noble young man opposite, he squinted his eyes, and clenched the sword in his hand with different expressions.

He had seen this young man - at Granny Wen's.

"It turned out to be a young hero from Jianghu." Jiang Xiaohan switched the sword to his left hand: "I don't know if I'm here at night, what advice do you have?"

Luo Suifeng pursed his lips and did not speak.

The bloody smell in the air became more and more intense, Luo Suifeng's footsteps were slightly heavy, and he couldn't help panting lightly.Jiang Xiaohan seemed casual, but there was a hint of confrontation, and after all, this was a place for others, so Luo Suifeng didn't dare to move.

After a while, Jiang Xiaohan smiled lightly, breaking the silence.He took out a small iron box from his sleeve and threw it in the air. Luo Suifeng subconsciously reached out and took the iron box in his palm.

"I may have accidentally injured the young hero just now, so this medicine should be used as an apology." Jiang Xiaohan said, turning around first, giving way: "I only have a servant and a friend living with me in my house. The courtyard is still empty, if the young hero is willing, he can find a guest room to stay for one night."

If it was possible, Luo Suifeng didn't want to deal with people in the government, but the current situation obviously didn't allow him to think too much about it.Holding the iron box in his hand, he looked at Jiang Xiaohan's back in silence for a moment, then walked over the wall along the way he came.

"He won't stay." Yan Qing said, "Luo Suifeng is unpredictable. He grew up with wild beasts in the mountains and forests when he was a child. He was picked up by his master to teach martial arts until he was 12 years old. I hate communicating with people, I'm afraid I won't be easily won over by you."

"I didn't try to win him over." Jiang Xiaohan said, "Didn't you notice just now, there is something in his arms."

"Do you think that he has something to do with the theft from Wen Zui's mansion?" Yan Qing frowned: "For no reason, how could he have anything to do with the government."

"Maybe, or maybe not." Jiang Xiaohan said: "But he broke into my house late at night with something and wounds on his body, it's really suspicious. I have to check to be at ease."

"In addition to the smell of blood, he also smells of powder and powder, which smells like pine fragrance." Jiang Xiaohan said: "This fragrance is rare, and there may only be one place in the entire Pingjiang City."

"Which place?" Yan Qing asked.

Jiang Xiaohan smiled inexplicably, and said, "Wangchun Pavilion."

The author says:

Thanks Ziqi for the catnip~