Xiao Qinghuan

When the bangzi sound passed the second watch, Jiang Xiaohan was already showing signs of fatigue.

Perhaps because the red candles in the house were still burning, the waiter of the inn knocked on the door once, and asked cautiously if he needed help.

Yan Qing observed the other party's face, felt that the other party's current appearance was really difficult to see, so he could only dismiss Xiao Er with a few words, promising to turn off the candle in a while.

"The Taoist priest can rest assured." Seeing this, Jiang Xiaohan said warmly, "You don't have to guard me here, it's too hard."

"You have injuries." Yan Qing said.

"Well, it's okay." Jiang Xiaohan thought for a moment, and then said: "Then can I trouble the Taoist priest to give me the sachet I carry with me?"

Yan Qing didn't know what he was going to do, but he still stood up and took his sachet from the hanger by the door.

Most of the dark green sachet had been stained red with blood, and the original embroidery pattern could not be seen clearly. Yan Qing wiped it with his hands, and even some dried blood debris fell down.

"Is it something important." Yan Qing said and handed the thing over: "It seems that it is no longer usable."

Jiang Xiaohan took the sachet and pinched it with his hands, as if he was confirming something. After a while, he seemed to find what he wanted and heaved a sigh of relief.

He felt along the seams of the sachet, then with both hands, he tore the sachet from the seal.

Yan Qing watched him pick and choose from a pile of dry spices, and finally found an iron ball the size of a fingernail.

"This is……?"

"I was separated from my subordinate. He will definitely come to find me following the marks of the fight. He should be nearby now." Jiang Xiaohan said, motioning Yan Qing to reach out and put the iron ball in the opponent's hand: "Please, Daoist Throw this iron ball into the sky along the window, my subordinates will come to look for me when they see the signal, and he is here at night, so don’t worry about it.”

— This is refusal.

Yan Qing knew it by heart, he took the iron ball and walked to the window, pushed the window open with one hand, and then looked back at Jiang Xiaohan.

"Just throw it into the sky." Jiang Xiaohan slightly nodded at him: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Daoist."

Yan Qing nodded at him, flicked his finger upwards slightly, and the iron ball flew out of the window.I don't know what kind of material it was made of, but it exploded in mid-air by itself, and a dazzling white light rose into the sky in an instant.

"Is that all right?" Yan Qing asked.

"That's all." Jiang Xiaohan replied, "Thank you very much."

"Then you should rest early." Yan Qing nodded at him.

He is not a troublesome person, and since Jiang Xiaohan himself refused his care, he didn't think there was anything wrong with leaving the injured person alone.

Before Yan Qinglin went out, he thoughtfully extinguished the two candlesticks beside the door, leaving only an oil lamp on the table.

Jiang Xiaohan watched him go out, the smile on his lips gradually faded, and he lowered his eyes to look at the sachet in his hand.

The embroidery pattern on the sachet had been blurred by blood so that it couldn't see its original appearance, only a dead branch was left slanting out from the side, so it survived.Jiang Xiaohan looked at it for a moment, then let go of his hand, and let the sachet fall lightly on the ground.

He rubbed the remaining blood foam on his fingers blankly, and found that it was really not clean, so he frowned slightly, and washed his hands with the cold tea in the cup at hand.

"It's really dirty," he said softly.

He didn't seem to want to rest at all. After putting the teacup back on the small table beside the bed, he held his chest and stood up with difficulty.

He was indeed seriously injured, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat in just a few short steps from the bedside to the table.

He sat at the table and coughed twice, clutching his chest, and his snow-white shirt was instantly stained with blood.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't care, he supported the table for a while, then straightened his back calmly, reached out and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea was already very cold, and he took a sip, feeling bitter in his mouth.

Jiang Xiaohan poked the cotton wick in the oil lamp with a silver braze, and before he could refill his second cup of tea, he heard two taps from the window sill.

As if he had been prepared for a long time, he put down the silver rod slowly, took out a snow-white cloth towel from nowhere, and wiped his fingertips.

"Come in."

The outer window was silently pushed open a gap wide enough for one person, Jiang Xiaohan didn't lift his head, and wiped the wax ash on his fingers finely, then put the cloth towel on the table, and refilled himself a cup of tea.

A young man in black rolled in from the window, first carefully closed the window, then turned around and knelt down in front of Jiang Xiaohan on one knee, and took out a paper bag from his arms.

"I have found the antidote for the poisonous injury on the young master's shoulder, but when I rushed back, I saw that the young master had been rescued, so I didn't dare to show up." The young man said, took two steps on his knees, and put the paper bag on the table. On: "Can you let the subordinates see the young master's injury?"

"No need."

The young man was taken aback.

Jiang Xiaohan pursed his lips. For some reason, he suddenly remembered Yan Qingsubai's fingertips.He shook the teacup in his hand, looking at the ripples in the cup, he suddenly wondered if his hands were as cold as this cup of tea.

"Master?" The young man glanced at him tentatively.

"Oh." Jiang Xiaohan came back to his senses: "It's been dealt with, don't worry."

"Yes. It is the subordinate's dereliction of duty to hurt the young master."

"This time the Yangtze River broke its embankment, the officials along the banks are determined to be inseparable." Jiang Xiaohan said: "From the Pingjiang Mansion, Ningbo Mansion to Jiangzhou Mansion, the officials in the south of the Jianghuai River and Huaihe River are about to be divided up by the third and fourth princes." all over."

"He Yin Wen of Pingjiang Mansion is intoxicating as his name suggests, but he is just a dog who pleads guilty for the fourth prince. Didn't he take the life of the fourth prince, and wants to give you and me a blow." Jiang Xiaohan took a sip of tea before continuing: " After all, Pingjiang Mansion is his territory, how can you and I stop it."

"When my subordinate went to look for the antidote later, I found that except for the group of people who dispersed the subordinate and the young master, everyone else was a mob." The young man frowned: "When I went to get the antidote, I also It wasn't hindered."

"The fourth prince just wants to show me off, who said he really wants to kill me." Jiang Xiaohan put down his teacup, tapped the table with his fingertips: "If you want my life, just smear it on the dart. A little bit of Crane Crown Red has already been done once and for all, and keeping me is nothing more than not giving up."

"The fourth prince sent me a post a few years ago, but I refused. Now your majesty is getting old, and the prince under your knees is starting to be restless." Jiang Xiaohan laughed: "The fourth prince is cruel by nature, and the third prince is just an idiot. , relying on being the eldest son to fight against the fourth prince, the two lines above the court have long regarded each other as sworn enemies... What, do you think His Majesty can manage it?"

"...The young master." The young man hesitated: "Shall I take this opportunity and make plans earlier?"

"Plan?" Jiang Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, pretending to be stupid, and said, "What plan."

The young man was choked back by his words, and he was a little speechless.

"Jiang Ying, you have to remember." Jiang Xiaohan smiled meaningfully: "I am the left chancellor of the court, and what I eat is the salary of the court, so naturally I have to plan for the court and His Majesty."

"Yes." Jiang Ying said: "It's because the subordinates are shallow."

"The affairs of the court affect the whole body. I am just a pawn, how can I get involved in the bloody storm." Jiang Xiaohan's eyes passed Jiang Ying's shoulders and fell into the heavy night outside the window: "But thinking about how Just keep yourself safe."

"My subordinate understands."

"Just understand." Jiang Xiaohan pressed the table and stood up: "Tomorrow I will invite that young hero to accompany you, you go to prepare."

"...Young Master?" Jiang Ying looked at him disapprovingly: "The other party's details are unclear. At this juncture, the subordinates are afraid that Young Master will be in danger."

"He is from Yuxu Kunlun."

"he……"

"The Kunlun faction only has one person in each generation, and it must come out of troubled times." Jiang Xiaohan said: "I don't know where this small broken country has fallen into the eyes of these masters, and they insist on coming out to see the world."

"But it's still interesting." He chuckled lightly, "After all, it's not a waste of time to learn a lot in this life."