Xiao Qinghuan

The depressing rainy season finally came to an end, and Zhuang Yichen got up and walked around in a circle before finally confirming one thing - Jiang Ying was not there.

This is really rare, he usually wakes up a little later than Yan Qing, Jiang Ying will always come back after doing morning affairs in the village to make sure he is up, and then go to the village with him to do things, But today he was nowhere to be seen.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yi is not a person who can't walk without being served, he hastily arranged himself, and planned to go to the clinic first for an appointment as usual.

However, the clinic, which should have been lively on weekdays, was quiet today, and Yan Qing was not there.

When Zhuang Yiguo entered the door with a mutter, he heard a loud shout from the back room.

"I asked you to take care of him, is that how you take care of him!"

There was an ear-piercing cracking sound, Zhuang Yi frowned, and raised his hand to push open the door of the wing room.

The screen in the room was folded in half, and Jiang Ying knelt in the hall, covered in broken porcelain pieces all over her body. The room was in a mess, and Zhuang Yi couldn't find a place to step down for a while.

Zhuang Yi was shocked and angry: "Jiang Mingyuan, you——!"

He wanted to say why he was crazy so early in the morning, and he also wanted to say that if he was upset, he should get out and practice swords, and don't take others to vent his anger.

But when he saw the situation on the bed clearly, he couldn't say the following words again.

Yan Qing was sleeping on the couch ignorantly, Jiang Xiaohan was sitting on the edge of the bed holding Yan Qing's hand tightly, his eyes were red, and a few strands of hair hung down messily on his temples, like a wounded beast, his eyes were fierce and embarrassed.He didn't look at Jiang Ying, nor did he stare at Yan Qing who was on the bed. He looked helplessly at a wooden frame in the corner of the room, feeling a little bewildered.

Zhuang Yi even found that his hands were shaking violently.

Zhuang Yi was almost too scared to speak.

He has known Jiang Xiaohan for so many years, and he has never seen him so flustered.Zhuang Yi could not help but glance at Yan Qing who was on the couch, only to see that the other party was breathing heavily, it was almost summer, but he was still tightly tucked in by the thick quilt.

A very bad possibility suddenly appeared in Zhuang Yi's heart.

When Jiang Xiaohan heard Zhuang Yi enter the door, he also realized his gaffe, and turned his eyes away in embarrassment.

"It's just right..." Jiang Xiaohan gritted his teeth, and said with difficulty: "For the sake of saving, I'll ask someone to invite you."

"What... what's the matter?" Zhuang Yi was a little at a loss: "It was fine when we met yesterday."

Jiang Xiaohan seemed to want to get angry again for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it again.Zhuang Yi is different from Jiang Ying, no matter what situation he is in, no matter how upset he is now, Jiang Xiaohan can't get angry with Zhuang Yi.He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, shook his head wearily, and said nothing.

In most situations, Jiang Xiaohan is gentle, unhurried, and confident.Zhuang Yi had long been used to using him as a backbone, but seeing him in such a mess at this moment, he had no idea, so he subconsciously glanced down at Jiang Ying who was kneeling in the room.

The other party pursed his lips, remained silent, knelt upright, lowered his head slightly, and said nothing.

Zhuang Yi stood at a loss in the hall, not knowing whether to take over or to do something else.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaohan was still sane. He leaned on the bed rail and tried to stand up to make room for Zhuang Yi so that he could feel Yan Qing's pulse.But he didn't know whether it was anger or fear, he tried twice, but he couldn't stand up.His legs went weak one after another, and his heart pounded in his chest, hitting his eyes black.

"Sit down." Fortunately, Zhuang Yi realized what was wrong with him, pinched his shoulders and pushed him back to the bed, opened his clothes, and sat on the bench beside the bed to feel Yan Qing's pulse.

Jiang Xiaohan let go of Yan Qing's wrist restrainedly. He didn't know how much force he used, but five obvious red marks were left on Yan Qing's plain wrist, which was shocking to watch.

Zhuang Yi simply pretended not to see it, and took Yan Qing's pulse without changing his expression.

Jiang Xiaohan remained calm, but his hands in his cuffs were shaking violently—how could he not be afraid, the person who was able to talk to him well yesterday, just lay here overnight, his life and death uncertain.

He had never tasted such panic before.Jiang Xiaohan believed that he had seen big storms and waves in his life, and he was able to put a smile on his face several times when he was in desperate situations.But he would rather put himself in danger than wait helplessly.

Jiang Xiaohan almost hated himself - he had a thousand ways to solve the Liujiacun matter, and so many opportunities to intercept the news, but he didn't have any.In order to find out the details of Wen Zui, he tore a hole in the now impenetrable court faction, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he will use any means along the way.He had always been aware of what Liu Family Village had become, but he had been waiting, waiting for this sharp knife to be sharpened to the extreme, before stabbing Wen Zui severely with it.

Now the knife was turned back, but it hurt Yan Qing.

Jiang Xiaohan even felt that this might be his retribution for taking human life as bait.

Once this idea appeared, it was out of control, and Jiang Xiaohan was even thinking about the "what if".

People in positions of authority are most afraid of being indecisive and indecisive, Jiang Xiaohan shivered all over his body, and bit the tip of his tongue fiercely.

The pain finally calmed him down. Jiang Xiaohan closed his eyes, pressed his trembling hand, and forced himself to calm down.He was flustered, unstable, and even scolded his subordinates for no reason. He had committed too many taboos today.

If he dared to be so careless in normal times, he would have gone to the ancestral hall to punish himself.

"How is it?" Jiang Xiaohan asked hoarsely.

"...not very good." Zhuang Yi lifted Yan Qing's sleeve, and pointed out the red and swollen wound inside: "Yan Qing has profound internal energy, and her body is also healthy, and there is no sign of infection in the past few days. But When I was taking my pulse just now, I felt that the disease was menacing, so I tried to feel it, and sure enough—"

Zhuang Yi paused for a moment, then stopped talking hesitantly, his eyes fell on Yan Qing's face, feeling a little regretful.

Needless to say, Jiang Xiaohan also understood that the problem must be the fresh wound on Yan Qing's hand.In this Liu family village, apart from the people from the Shenwei camp, they are ordinary villagers. Yan Qing's skill is well known to Jiang Xiaohan, and even Jiang Ying can't do dozens of tricks under his hands, so this move must be his own incompetence. Be careful of hurting.

"Since he is sick, then..."

Jiang Xiaohan looked up at Zhuang Yi, the coolness in those eyes made Zhuang Yi startled, and he turned a corner when he was going to say: "After all, there are too many people in Xicun, so it is not suitable for him to move now, and the clinic is quiet, and it is not easy to recuperate here." good."

Yan Qing was ill, so she couldn't go back to Shenweiying, Jiang Xiaohan knew it well, nodded and agreed.

"Then you go out too." Zhuang Yi carefully glanced at his face: "I'll find two people to take care of him, don't worry."

Jiang Xiaohan felt that evil fire started to burn in his heart again, he collected himself and said, "No need, I will take care of him myself."

Jiang Ying raised her head suddenly: "My lord——"

Taking advantage of Jiang Xiaohan's inattention, Zhuang Yi kicked Jiang Ying's knee, and kicked back the second half of the sentence.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Jiang Xiaohan is a powder keg that explodes at the first touch. If he still bites the bullet and bumps upwards, he is purely stupid.

Yan Qing seemed to have finally been woken up, he frowned, opened his eyes with difficulty, and let out a barely audible low hum.

Jiang Xiaohan stared at him wrongly and rightly, and immediately rushed forward: "Ah Qing, how are you?"

Yan Qing blinked, his eyes were clouded by a high fever, he recognized Jiang Xiaohan after a while.

"fine."

His voice was soft and low, with little strength.Yan Qing was stunned, but he reacted faster than Jiang Xiaohan, and then asked, "Am I infected with the disease?"

Jiang Xiaohan's complexion was a bit uglier than Yan Qing's, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he could barely make a sound: "En."

Jiang Xiaohan groped to open his sleeves, Yan Qing was heating up, Jiang Xiaohan's cool fingertips gently brushed his wound, bringing a touch that cannot be ignored.

The coolness was fleeting, and Jiang Xiaohan held his wrist through his sleeve, as if he could feel at ease only by holding him in his hands.He leaned slightly and asked softly, "Why are you so careless?"

There seemed to be resentment in that tone, but it was minimal.As if cooperating with the sick Yan Qing, Jiang Xiaohan's voice was also kept very low, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he was talking to him softly at this time, gentle and messy, although it was a reproach, it also made people feel ironed post.

Zhuang Yi felt uncomfortable, he backed away quietly, and tugged Jiang Ying's arm before going out.

"Still leaving?" He whispered, "Jiang Xiaohan has no time to take care of you now."

"I should be punished," Jiang Ying said.

Zhuang Yi pulled him twice but didn't pull him. For a while, his heart became angry. He put his hands away and said aggressively: "If you want to kneel, you can kneel. Jiang Xiaohan is here. You should listen to him. I won't care about you in the future." Already!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't care about Jiang Ying's reaction, and turned his head to leave. Jiang Ying hesitated for a moment, but didn't get up to catch up.

Jiang Xiaohan in the room was well comforted by Yan Qing. After Yan woke up, he seemed to be supple, and he didn't look like he was furious just now: "I didn't ask you just now, how did you hurt your hand?"

"I went to Xicun to see a doctor yesterday and accidentally swiped."

Jiang Xiaohan frowned when he heard the words, and blurted out: "Just ask others to go, how can other people's lives compare with yours."

Yan Qing was so dizzy from the fever that he didn't pay attention to the deep meaning in his words for a while, subconsciously said: "...It's all the same."

He was not in a good mood, so naturally he didn't choose what to say, but Yan Qing never had high or low in his eyes, and he treated everyone equally, but fortunately Yan Qing felt uncomfortable, so he didn't think about it, and naturally he didn't go into it.

Jiang Xiaohan felt that he had slipped his words, and quickly coaxed him in a low voice: "Yes, I was wrong."

Seeing this, Yan Qing pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Okay...the house is not clean, don't stay long, go out."

"I won't go out." Jiang Xiaohan stuffed his hands back into the quilt without refusing, and tucked the quilt back: "I'm right here, guarding you."

The author says:

Thanks to [-], Cyclic, Xiao Gu, Ziqi, and Jiang Linqiu for the fish food they fed~ and there is a small save point [bushi] at the beginning of this chapter. There are details that foreshadow the turning point of the plot later, you can Pay attention to it~