Xiao Qinghuan

Jiang Mo stood in front of the wonton noodle stall with a puzzled look on his face.

This wonton noodle stall is hidden in an alley, and because of the rain, it was covered by a big linoleum cloth. If he hadn't come to look for it intentionally, he might not be able to see it clearly after passing by a few times, and he doesn't know where Jiang Xiaohan came from. knew.

The old woman narrowed her eyes and took the wontons out of the boiling water, put them into a porcelain bowl, and added a spoonful of broth: "Brother, there are vinegar and vegetable oil on the table, you can use them yourself."

How could Jiang Mo know the taste of this kind of small stall? He thought about it, took out a few more coins from his pocket, and discussed with the old woman: "Mother-in-law, please help me pack some accessories. How about buying some to take away."

"It's easy to say." The old woman stood up with a smile, and took another small bowl to make some for him: "You should eat this noodles while it's still hot, if you take it back, it won't taste good if it gets cold. "

"It's okay, it's my son who wants to eat." Jiang Mo smiled: "I live not far away, so it shouldn't be cold."

"Well, that's it." The old lady nodded and did not continue to ask: "My wonton noodles taste very good. If you have time, you can try it."

"Yes." Jiang Mo took the porcelain bowl with a smile and nodded slightly.

In addition to the main house, there is a small three-story building in the courtyard of Xieyulou. The first and second floors are used for meeting guests and collecting books, and the third floor is the bedroom.Judging from the decoration, it seems that the juniors of the original owner's family once lived in it. There is a delicate ox horn bow hanging on the wall on the top floor. Perhaps the owner left too quickly and didn't have time to take it away.

When Jiang Mo ordered someone to tidy up the yard, this small building was among them.

Jiang Xiaohan had already changed into light soft clothes, and was half leaning on the soft couch in front of the window, with a few unopened wax-sealed bamboo tubes piled up by his hand.He moved the candlestick at hand closer, and slowly unfolded a note.A white dove with a coat as fine as snow was standing on the edge of the window beside him, combing its feathers obediently.

In his hand was a letter from Yan Qinglai.

Yan Qing believed like a man, and with a few short sentences, the letter stated that they had already set up camp outside Liu's Village, and the first batch of herbs from the surrounding areas had also arrived, and they were ready to take care of the prevention and control in the camp first, before entering the village tomorrow.

Jiang Xiaohan read the short note four or five times over and over, and he didn't stop until he even rubbed stubble on the edge.

He put the note on the inside of his right hand, pressed it with the hilt of his sword, and then opened the new message.

The news from the Divine Guard Camp was in duplicate. Wei Shen had one copy of Xie Jue's news, and Jiang Xiaohan had one copy.

Like a chatterbox, Xie Jue wrote two pages of his news eloquently, half of which was complaining that Yan Qing seemed too cold, which always made him feel that he couldn't get along.

Jiang Xiaohan glanced at it and found that there was nothing substantial, so he put the letter on the coffee table beside him.

When Jiang Mo walked upstairs with the bowl in his hand, Jiang Xiaohan had already read most of the news.

Ever since His Majesty Jingzhong retreated from court to recuperate and the two princes jointly supervised the country, the already turbulent court in Beijing has become more chaotic without accident, and even the conflicts that had been secretly rivalry have been brought to the surface.

Jiang Xiaohan was not in Beijing, and Qingliu's lineage was suppressed as expected.But fortunately, the two princes still had the heart to win over Jiang Xiaohan, and at least they didn't do anything too outrageous.

However, the conflict between the two major factions in Beijing and China became increasingly obvious. The Qingliu faction received Jiang Xiaohan's signal and stood still, acting like a quail in Beijing.But even the emperor turned a blind eye to this, not knowing whether it was really powerless, or just watching the changes in the name of self-cultivation.

"My lord." Jiang Mo put the porcelain bowl on the table: "You didn't eat two bites at noon, let's take a rest first."

When Jiang Xiaohan came back to his senses, he smoothed out the papers in his hand one by one, placed them on the candle and lit them.

Jiang Mo put the tableware back for him, took out the cold tea on the table and poured it out, and returned with a pot of warm water.

After Jiang Xiaohan finished writing the reply, he swept the ashes from the candlestick into a small copper plate, and after making sure that every message was completely burnt, he turned over and sat down at the table.

The wonton noodles were still hot, Jiang Xiaohan took two bites with chopsticks, the noodles were smooth and springy in the mouth, the wontons were nestled under the noodles, the taste of the soup was the same as the night before, but Jiang Xiaohan always felt tasteless after eating.

When Jiang Mo came back after changing the warm water, Jiang Xiaohan had put down his chopsticks and leaned back on the couch, holding a wooden box he found somewhere.

Jiang Mo put the teapot on the table and saw that the bowl of wonton noodles hadn't moved much: "My lord, are the noodles not to your liking?"

"It may have been stored for a long time." Jiang Xiaohan put a folded note into the wooden box: "The taste is not as good as before."

Jiang Mo's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the note in his hand was not like an ordinary letter, so he hesitated for a moment, and couldn't hold back: "Young master, don't you want to burn this letter?"

Jiang Xiaohan closed the box with his hand, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, it was written by Yan Qing."

Jiang Mo hesitated to speak, he always felt that Jiang Xiaohan's attention to Yan Qing had crossed the line that should have been.Jiang Xiaohan might not be able to tell from it, but he has been with Jiang Xiaohan for all these years, and he has never seen him put anyone above "sense".He didn't know whether this was good or bad for Jiang Xiaohan—although Yan Qing's status meant that his character would not be bad, but Jiang Mo always felt that this would be a hidden danger for Jiang Xiaohan's return to court in the future.

So he asked the same question.

"Young Master, don't you think you care too much about Young Master Yan?"

Jiang Xiaohan didn't speak.

It's not that he didn't realize that Yan Qing seemed to have occupied too much of his thoughts unknowingly.According to his usual temperament, there are ways to take care of Wen Zui, and he would not replace him in Pingjiang with such a big fanfare.

It was his mood that clouded his judgment.

But Jiang Xiaohan didn't regret it. He lived for 27 years. Except for 16 years of carefree youth, the last 11 years were dedicated and boring, until he met Yan Qing.

Jiang Xiaohan couldn't tell how he felt about Yan Qing, maybe because of his previous cognition of "life-saving grace", his trust in Yan Qing came out of nowhere but logically, when he found that Yan Qing could easily influence his feelings By the time I was in the mood, it was too late.

Jiang Xiaohan put the wooden box in his hand on the inside of the pillow. He still doesn't understand what this special signifies, but he just instinctively wants to tie people by his side.But fortunately, he has plenty of patience and can slowly explore.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Mo felt a little uncertain.No matter how close he was to Jiang Xiaohan, he was still the son of Jiang's family, and it was even arrogance to meddle in Jiang Xiaohan's decision rashly.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaohan avoided this topic first.

"News from the capital." Jiang Xiaohan said: "The Shaoqing of the Taipu Temple, Shi Zhige, was read a book the day before yesterday. It was said that at the 'Spring Plowing' ceremony a few days ago, the two princes' carriages and horses were arranged to be equal, and they were lost. Proper length."

What kind of unwarranted crime is this, Jiang Mo finds it inconceivable.

Shi Zhige is not from an aristocratic family, but a person who came out of the imperial examination ten years later, and is really a person of the same line.I usually don't show much, and my only hobby is raising a few thrushes. I don't know why this time I made people a target.

Jiang Mo couldn't help frowning: "The ceremonies, music, and ceremonies must be submitted to His Majesty for review first. Even if His Majesty takes a leave of absence to recuperate from illness, it should be approved by the two Highnesses. There is no reason to settle accounts afterwards."

"Ning Zheng made this idiot for me." Jiang Xiaohan stuffed the previously written reply into the bamboo tube on the carrier pigeon's feet, and said with a sneer, "Your Majesty is still alive, so he can't wait to show his power to me."

"The situation in the capital is uncertain. The longer it drags on, the more powerless your Majesty will be to the court." Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Your Highness the Third Highness dares to be so presumptuous today, and what will he do if he fails to keep everything together? Young Master, today, Wen Zui , His Highness the Fourth Highness probably won't be able to be kind so easily."

The rain outside slowed down, and the cool wind blew into the house along the half-open window, and scattered raindrops fell on the back of Jiang Xiaohan's hands.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't close the window, he squinted his eyes in some enjoyment, and waved at Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo sighed, poured him a glass of warm water, and hugged a blanket, so that Jiang Xiaohan would not be caught cold by the cold wind.

Jiang Xiaohan let him do the work, threw the pill he carried into the water, and waited for it to slowly dissolve in the water.

Emperor Yongzhao Ning Zongyuan has been in power for 22 years. He has been diligent and conscientious for many years, and he can be called a wise emperor in politics. The only thing is that his sons withered.

"Ning Zheng is an idiot, but Ning Yu is not." Jiang Xiaohan was a little tired: "For the time being, let the two of them fight in the middle of the capital, and we are about [-] miles away from the capital... Send a letter back and tell our people to be alert on weekdays Don’t get caught, let’s wait and see what happens for the rest.”

Seeing that he didn't want to say any more, Jiang Mo agreed and took his leave.

Jiang Xiaohan pulled the blanket on his lap, lowered his head and took a sip of herbal tea.

He had his own calculations in his heart, Ning Zongyuan was getting older and older, and one day he would become the first emperor from His Majesty.The battle between the dragon and the tiger in the capital was only within the past two years. If he had been so impartial and waited and watched the changes, it would be no different from slow suicide.

But neither Ning Zheng nor Ning Yu is a good master for him.Although he has left enough options for himself, if it really comes to the end of the mountain, I am afraid that the situation will force him to choose.

Jiang Xiaohan sighed, and drank the herbal tea in the cup in one gulp.

The author says:

Thanks for the fish food fed in [-]~