Xiao Qinghuan

At the moment of time, the inner house of Pingjiang Mansion.

The girl holding the copper basin and cloth towel was kneeling outside the bed curtain, the copper basin was raised high above her head, her back was bent deeply, and she dared not even breathe out.

The engraved buoy in the corner of the room slowly rose to another level, and the hands of the kneeling little maid trembled slightly, and she gritted her teeth as she leaned against it, counting the time bit by bit in her heart, only hoping that the adults inside the curtain would wake up. Some wake up.

Perhaps God heard her long-awaited prayer, and finally there was a sound of fabric rubbing from the bed curtain beside her.

The little maid breathed a sigh of relief, her knees were sore and numb after kneeling for a long time, she carefully moved her toes and stretched her calves.

She glanced at the maids and servants around her from the corner of her eye, but fortunately no one noticed her small movements, so the little maid looked back and hurriedly lifted the copper basin higher.

"master?"

Wen Zui's servant knelt at the foot of the bed and called softly, "Are you awake?"

The middle-aged man on the bed frowned, raised his hand to rub his temples, sat up lazily, and yawned.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Go back to the master, it was just three o'clock." The young attendant raised the curtain for him, knelt down to put on shoes and socks for him, and said: "There is nothing in the house, the master can go slowly."

"Yeah." Wen Zui snorted, "Twenty miles outside the suburbs, can the land for Zhuangzi be settled?"

"It's settled, it's settled." The entourage smiled obsequiously: "The master wants to use the land, and those farmers have to kneel and kowtow to send it up, so that the master can be favored, but there is smoke from their ancestral graves."

"Forcing the people's land is against the law." Wen Zui stretched out his hand and stirred in the copper basin, the little maid next to him walked over on his knees, and handed him a hot towel, Wen Zui took it and rubbed it on his face, then glanced at the attendant , with a slightly cold voice: "Don't be confused."

"How can it be, the slave knows the taboo." The attendant smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth, he laughed: "One person gave three hundred copper coins, but the farmer refused to accept it. He said how could he accept the money from Master Qingtian, but the slave just gave it to me. .Now I am grateful for the great kindness of the master."

The entourage had followed him for so many years, and he knew what words could make this moody old man feel at ease. Wen Zui's face really looked much better after these two words in the early morning.

"You're the one who speaks fast." Wen Zui glanced at him up and down: "Be careful how you deal with it."

"Hey, yes."

The little maid put on Wen Zui's outer shirt, and the attendant hurriedly knelt down to arrange the hem and waist of Wen Zui's outer shirt with jade tassels.

"Master, you can rest assured that you have been here for so many years, and you can't go wrong."

"Recently, the imperial court came down to strictly investigate the affairs of the two rivers. Today is different from the past, so it is always right to be careful." Wen Zui raised his head slightly, and let the little maid tidy up his neckline, and said casually: "Then Jiang Xiaohan is a stubborn one, You can become a prime minister at a young age, you should not be underestimated."

"It's not because of his father who is the emperor's teacher." The follower said.

The entourage arched their backs tightly, and even wiped the non-existent dust on Wen Zui's shoes with his cuffs. This action greatly pleased the other party. Wen Zui snorted and tapped the ground with his toes: "Don't Wipe it, get up."

"Master, you don't need to pay too much attention." The attendant patted his sleeves, stood up and stood behind him bent over, waved his right hand behind his back, and the maids behind him understood, saluted in unison, and held a response Toiletries exit the bedroom.

"His father has passed away for three years, and his ancestral shadow has long since disappeared. I'm still afraid of what he will do." The attendant took a step forward, lowered his voice, and his face was a little grim: "Besides, if the master is not merciful, he He died outside the Pingjiang mansion a long time ago, and it is the master who is merciful for keeping him alive."

"Without his father, wouldn't he still have a firm foothold?" Wen Zui sneered: "The fourth prince is still useful to keep him, it depends on whether he is smart enough."

"Smart or not, isn't it just a dog under the master and the fourth prince... If you really can't think about it." The attendant squinted his eyes, raised his hand, and made a beheading gesture: "It's just a pity that I am facing The prime minister who died young is dead."

Wen Zui turned his head sideways and looked him up and down,

"...Yes." He suddenly smiled secretively: "Who can say for sure about natural disasters and man-made disasters."

From the post station outside the city to Pingjiang City, it takes about four or five hours to walk. However, Jiang Ying somehow got a double-row carriage with great powers. Charcoal furnace for medicine.

The charcoal fire was burning red, the side windows of the carriage were pushed open for ventilation, and there was a strong aroma of herbs inside the carriage.

Yan Qing was leaning against the corner of the carriage with his sword in his arms, closing his eyes and resting his mind. When Jiang Xiaohan asked him to go with him in the morning, it seemed that he didn't want to be troublesome.

——How did Jiang Xiaohan convince him?

"Since the Taoist priest is going to see the sufferings of the people, why not go with me, I was ordered by the court to provide disaster relief, and all the way through the past, I saw ordinary people struggling in the water and fire, officials with hidden ghosts and villains with evil intentions. Hundreds of people in the world You can’t see it unless you are in a desperate situation, since the Taoist priest wants to know what the world is like now, why not see it for yourself.”

At that time, Jiang Xiaohan had already packed up and was waiting for him in the lobby. He didn't know where he got the new clothes, and the long sword in his hand went somewhere, and was replaced by an ebony folding fan, looking like a nobleman.

The dark green robe made the young man's face look like white jade, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, looking at him with a smile.

Yan Qing suddenly felt a little interesting, and suddenly felt that it was okay to go and have a look.

The medicine on the stove rolled up, and the lid of the medicine made a crisp collision sound. Yan Qing opened his eyes, only to find that Jiang Xiaohan had fallen asleep on the cushion beside him.

Jiang Xiaohan was half leaning on the soft pillow, holding a half-read book in his hand, and the sunlight came in from the window, casting a soft halo on his side face.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep, without the slightest sign of waking up, and a strand of long hair scattered on his chest was rising and falling with his breathing.

Yan Qing watched him quietly for a while, then extinguished the candle with an earthen pot beside him, and poured out the medicine.

"Jiang Xiaohan." Yan Qing leaned forward and pushed his shoulder: "Drink the medicine."

The other party seemed to have not slept enough, frowned, subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and muttered something in a low voice.

Xu was injured and lacked energy and blood, Jiang Xiaohan's hands were a little cold, his fingertips just happened to brush against the back of Yan Qing's hand, the other party was shocked, and almost dropped the bowl on the ground by mistake.

Jiang Xiaohan leaned on the soft pillow for a while before he finally came to his senses. Seeing that Yan Qing was holding the medicine bowl, he smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm a little weak from the injury, I'm laughing at you."

"It's okay." Yan Qing handed him the medicine bowl: "Drink the medicine."

I don't know what was put in the bowl of medicine, and it tasted very bitter to drink. Jiang Xiaohan took the medicine bowl, and was not in a hurry to drink it. He turned his head and ordered outside: "How long will it take to reach Pingjiang City?"

"Master Hui." Jiang Ying said loudly: "Looking at the current pace, it's only an hour at most."

"There is something I need to say hello to the Taoist priest." Jiang Xiaohan turned his head: "Pingjiang Governor, surnamed Wen and named Zui.

He paused as he spoke: "It's the mastermind who sent people to hunt down me this time."