Xiao Qinghuan

"Stroke?" Jiang Xiaohan asked.

"Yes." Wei Shen said, "I have already consulted the doctor."

Half a quarter of an hour ago, the soldiers on duty in the Shenwei Battalion delivered food to the private prison, but found that Wen Zui was half lying on the ground, his face was red and his eyes were red, half of his body was in slight convulsions, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanting, and he was already paralyzed. up.

Wen Zui would have an accident, Jiang Xiaohan was not surprised at all.He unhurriedly put down his pen, and pressed the completed letter aside to dry.

The letter to be sent to King Yong'an will be handed over in the future, so the wording in his letter is both polite and distant, and there is no need to avoid people.

Wen Zui suffered a stroke in the government office of Pingjiang Mansion, and when the news got out, it was about to become another big trouble.

The incidents of entering Pingjiang Mansion followed one after another, and Wei Shenguang seemed to feel anxious for Jiang Xiaohan.But Jiang Xiaohan seemed to have gotten used to these trivial accidents, and sorted out these things in a calm and unhurried manner, and a lot of soldiers came to cover them up with open-mindedness.

"Where is he now?" Jiang Xiaohan asked.

"Still in prison." Wei Shen said, "May I go and have a look?"

Naturally, even if it was just a formality, Jiang Xiaohan had to pick Wen Zui out of the prison himself to show his anger and regret.

When Jiang Xiaohan left, the originally dark and quiet cell had already been lit with wall lamps, reflecting the situation inside the cell at a glance.The old doctor, who was over sixty years old, knelt on the hay and was carefully feeling the pulse for Wen Zui.

The rest of the people lined up on both sides to make way for Jiang Xiaohan.

Jiang Xiaohan raised his hand and made a downward gesture: "Don't worry about me, you take care of it."

Most of the soldiers in the Divine Guard Battalion were young, even after Jiang Xiaohan said so, he still looked uneasy.Fortunately, Wei Shen walked in immediately and took over the troublesome job for Jiang Xiaohan.

"The private prison is inside Wen's mansion. Mr. Jiang has been sitting in the front office, and the back door was locked earlier." Wei Shen said, "Go separately and check if there are any suspicious people in the front and back streets within two hours... It's not curfew time now. , maybe someone has witnessed it, maybe."

When the soldiers heard this, the worry on their faces faded a bit, and they went away with their fists folded.

Wei Shen couldn't leave, he had to stay with Jiang Xiaohan to watch Gu Wenzui.After all, it didn't matter to Wen Zui, if he wasn't around, Jiang Xiaohan wouldn't be able to tell even if he had a mouth to turn over old accounts in the future.

Jiang Xiaohan had already entered the prison on his own, and knelt down beside Wen Zui on one knee. He looked at Wen Zui, who was stuffed with a cloth towel in his mouth so as not to bite his tongue, with a little pity in his eyes: "Doctor."

The old doctor beside him saluted him tremblingly: "Master Jiang."

"Has he really had a stroke?" Jiang Xiaohan asked.

"It's absolutely true." The old doctor stretched out his hand to open Wen Zui's mouth with a piece of bamboo, and motioned Jiang Xiaohan to move forward for a moment: "Master Jiang, please look, the tongue coating is thin and yellow, and the side of the body is numb. It was definitely a stroke."

"Can it still recover?" Jiang Xiaohan asked.

The old doctor stroked his gray beard and sighed: "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Being able to do it in Pingjiang Mansion - this is someone's heart.The corner of Jiang Xiaohan's lips curled up.

Wen Zui was still wearing the clothes he wore the day he was imprisoned, and he was already rolling on the ground so that he couldn't see his true colors clearly.He was as soft as mud, the flesh on his body convulsed occasionally twice unexpectedly, white foam overflowed from the edge of the cloth towel in his mouth, being manipulated at will, he didn't look like he was in high spirits when he was entertaining Jiang Xiaohan.

And Jiang Xiaohan was wearing an embroidered dress with camellia and white deer, the dark silver thread of the embroidery was woven tightly and densely, which set off his handsome features and a noble demeanor.

But just a few days.

Even in less than a month, Wen Zui fell from the position of pointing the country and almost cornering Jiang Xiaohan, and fell at his feet instead, becoming a delirious cripple.

And Jiang Xiaohan didn't even do it himself, he watched the group of people bite dogs cleanly, and finally bit out the "culprit" himself.

"It's a pity." Jiang Xiaohan lowered his eyes and said softly, "Master Wen."

His voice was very soft, and he didn't seem to be speaking to anyone.This understated sigh seemed to fall into Wen Zui's ears, the man who had lost his mind bit the cloth towel and yelled, wet marks flashed past the corners of his eyes, I don't know if it was an illusion caused by the flickering candlelight.

Jiang Xiaohan straightened up and took two steps away: "Master Wei, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Wei Shen knowingly recruited two personal guards, carried Wen Zui out of the cell, and out of face, invited the doctor away.

Before exiting, Wei Shen asked Jiang Xiaohan politely if he wanted to leave together and seal the dungeon, but Jiang Xiaohan shook his head, and only said such a big thing, he was restless and wanted to stay in this cell for a while longer.

Wei Shen knew that this was an excuse, but he also gave him enough face. He not only led the people out of the cell, but also left him two candle lamps facing the cell.

A moment later, Jiang Mo walked to Jiang Xiaohan's side from the long and narrow prison aisle holding on to the lamp.

"Have you kept up?" Jiang Xiaohan asked.

"That man followed him as soon as he came out of the prison." Jiang Mo lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: "Young master, don't worry about our own abilities."

Jiang Xiaohan nodded slightly.

"I thought he was here to silence." Jiang Mo smiled: "I don't know if Song Yongsi's people are not helpful, or if Wen Zui is really so lucky."

Jiang Xiaohan lifted the hem of his clothes, walked half a circle in the prison, and finally walked to the corner, first reached out and touched the wall, then took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, put it on his hand and squatted to rummage in the hay wearing something.

He rummaged carefully and found what he wanted after a few strokes.

Seeing him turn around, Jiang Mo couldn't help being surprised when he pinched a silver needle as long as a child's arm on the snow-white handkerchief: "This..."

"If Song Yongsi's people want to silence them, ten Wen Zui are not enough to kill them." Jiang Xiaohan obviously remembered the experience of fighting him in the alley, and his face was a little ugly.

Jiang Xiaohan walked out of the prison holding the silver needle, and shook the silver needle under the lamp. Not surprisingly, there were traces of bloodstains on the needle.

The needle was as thin as a cow's hair, and I don't know how he got it out of the hay.

"This is a gift from Ning Yu through Song Yongsi's hand." Jiang Xiaohan sneered, wrapped the silver needle in a handkerchief, and threw it into Jiang Mo's arms: "It's just to tell me that he is generous and not selfish. By the way, sell me on the matter that Wen Zui offended me earlier."

Jiang Mo took the silver needle and gave him a new handkerchief: "This is his uncle."

"What's a dear uncle?" Jiang Xiaohan snorted: "For such a broken throne, he would dare to stab the sky."

"Your Highness Fourth is so ruthless, my lord..." Jiang Mo frowned, with a look of worry on his face.

Jiang Xiaohan knew what he was going to say, and sneered, "I don't have the guts to serve this great Buddha."

Having said that, Ning Yu would not give Jiang Xiaohan such a big gift for no reason, and Jiang Xiaohan didn't think he had such a big face.His eyes fell on the prison. On the dry grass on the ground there was still the filth vomited up by Wen Zui. Jiang Xiaohan frowned for a while, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Give our people a message." Jiang Xiaohan said, "Give me Chaluo Suifeng."

He had always felt that the things Luo Suifeng took away were insignificant, Wen Zui was in his hands, not to mention a few dead books—but Wen Zui was useless.

Ning Yu's ability to disregard Concubine Wen Gui's face and jump over the wall to gag his own uncle's mouth just proves that Wen Zui's secrets are far greater than what a governor of Pingjiang can bear.

The things in Luo Suifeng's hands may not be so simple.

"If you can't find him, go check his teacher's family, check his life." Jiang Xiaohan said: "It is impossible for a person to live without traces—"

Jiang Xiaohan didn't hide the matter of Luo Suifeng from Jiang Mo, so even though he didn't know that he suddenly changed his mind, Jiang Mo agreed.

"Everyone has a lifeline." Jiang Xiaohan said coldly, he wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then threw it on the ground casually, turned around and left the prison.

"Go and check." He said: "Check He Liuyun, and also check people in Beijing. I want to see who can invite people from the Jianghu."

Jiang Mo led the order to go.

The continuous rain in the south of the Yangtze River made the moonlight almost disappear. Jiang Xiaohan was walking on the Qingshi Road, listening to the sound of rain falling on the paper umbrella, and suddenly wanted to see Yan Qing.

The idea was absurd but not to be ignored.

Yan Qing and him had only been separated for a few days, and Jiang Xiaohan had already tasted this torture.

Jiang Xiaohan's hand holding the umbrella tightened, and the impulse surged up like weeds, almost drowning him in an instant.

It seemed that at this moment, in this ordinary night, in the continuous drizzle, Jiang Xiaohan finally determined his mood - he missed Yan Qing.

The author says:

Thank you for the fish food fed by mentaiko for five years~