Xiao Qinghuan

Yan Qing's spirit was weak, and she fell asleep again after saying a few words.He originally didn't agree with Jiang Xiaohan staying here to take care of him, but it's a pity that Mr. Jiang was determined not to give in, and in the end he forced Yan Qing to lose.

Jiang Xiaohan coaxed Yan Qing to sleep before turning around to deal with his own affairs.

Apologizing after scolding his subordinates is not only harmful to his dignity, but also appears extremely hypocritical. Naturally, Jiang Xiaohan would not do such a stupid thing.

Sitting by the bed, he first straightened his crumpled skirts, and then straightened his drooping temple hair. In an instant, he regained his usual calmness.Then he stood up and gave a low cough as he passed Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying stood up knowingly. He had been kneeling for a long time, his knees were a little numb, and he paused to keep up with Jiang Xiaohan's footsteps.

Jiang Xiaohan did not go far, but stood at the door waiting for him, and when he came out, he ordered: "No accident, Jiang Mo will bring Ren Pingsheng into the village today. Yan Qing is ill now, and the affairs of the Liu Family Village are apart from Zhuang Yi. , is the one you are most familiar with, you go to the entrance of the village to pick it up."

This is a step down.

"The illness in Liujia Village can't be delayed any longer." Jiang Xiaohan said firmly.

Jiang Ying bowed: "Yes."

Zhuang Yi went to decoct the medicine first, and Jiang Ying went out of the village to take over Pingsheng. People came and went for a while, and the clinic became quiet again.

Quiet is disconcerting.

Jiang Xiaohan was silent for a while, then suddenly took a few steps forward and sat on the stone bench at the door.

"What are you still standing there looking at, not afraid?"

The boy in the outer corner of the wing poked his head out cautiously, and took two tentative steps outside. Seeing that Jiang Xiaohan didn't intend to make trouble, he walked out with a bitter face.

"You heard it too, he's sick, so there's nothing for you here for the time being, take your sister away."

No matter what, Jiang Xiaohan would never spread fire on a child, and a reminder would be considered the utmost kindness.After he finished speaking, he took out the porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a pill from it. He didn't bother to find water again, so he simply pressed the pill under his tongue and waited for the medicine to dissolve slowly.

The bitter aroma of herbs spreads, but it is not unbearable.

This smell was somewhat similar to the smell on Yan Qing's body, Jiang Xiaohan lowered his eyes and looked a little sad.

The boy stood two steps away from him and said, "I won't go."

"Aren't you leaving?" Jiang Xiaohan said, "Children are not like adults, who will die within three days of being sick...Little brother, fighting for a moment is not worth it."

The boy bit his lip and thought for a while, and stopped talking. After a while, he clenched the little girl's hand, took a few steps back, turned around and ran away.

Jiang Xiaohan laughed very lightly.

When people are excited, they just hang on with one breath. When this breath is relaxed, the whole person's energy is gone.

Be it rage or gaffe, in the end it's just that you can't believe it, or you don't want to believe it.

The emotional aftereffects made Jiang Xiaohan weak all over. He sat in a daze in the courtyard for a while, then stood up on the stone bench, and went back to the house step by step.

Yan Qing was still asleep.

Jiang Xiaohan locked the door and walked to the bed. He didn't even have the strength to sit down. He stood there looking at Yan Qing for a long while, then sat on the footrest by the bed tiredly, and leaned against the bed to hold Yan Qing. clear hands.

In a moment and a half, Zhuang Yi will come to deliver medicine and other messy things.But before that, Jiang Xiaohan almost paranoidly thought, let him lean on for a while and rest, even if it's only for a moment.

Sunlight poured in from the half-opened windows, and the lingering moisture from the past few days disappeared completely, followed by the fragrance of dry grass and trees.But Jiang Xiaohan knew that within three days the room would be filled with a strong smell of medicine, followed by a rotten smell of long illness, heavy, like an ominous death knell.

This scene was too familiar to Jiang Xiaohan, and it was too dazzling.

He took a deep breath, bent down tremblingly, and buried his face in Yan Qing's slightly hot palm.

Four years ago, before Jiang Xiaohan had even finished his mother's mourning, Jiang Qiuhong fell down from a typhoid fever after Frost's Descent.

At that time, Jiang Xiaohan was hunting outside with Ning Zongyuan, and when he got the news, he hurriedly asked for an order to rush back to the capital, Jiang Qiuhong was too sick to get out of bed.

Since the death of Jiang Xiaohan's mother, Jiang Qiuhong has been depressed and his health has been deteriorating. The disease is so severe that even the imperial doctor can't help it.

Jiang Xiaohan took care of him in front of and behind the bed for more than a month, but in the end he was still powerless.

On the day Jiang Qiuhong passed away, it was snowing heavily outside, and four or five charcoal basins were lit inside the house, but Jiang Xiaohan still felt cold.

He knelt in front of the bed like a helpless child, holding Jiang Qiuhong's hand, begging him to persevere, begging him not to abandon himself.

His heart was twisting in pain, wishing he could pass out from the pain, and it would be over once and for all.

"Your mother came to pick me up." Jiang Qiuhong looked at the void and smiled softly, "She has been waiting for me for two years."

Jiang Xiaohan's throat choked violently: "...Father, do you want the child to live alone in this world?"

"People in the world have their own destiny." Jiang Qiuhong's eyes were only clear, and when he returned to the light, he managed to raise his hand to touch Jiang Xiaohan's black temples: "My son has grown up..."

He couldn't cry, he could only let out a dull growl.At that moment, no matter how powerful and noble he was outside, he still felt that he had lost his only protection and was exposed naked to the frost, wind and snow, leaving only pain in his body.

"Please, Dad..."

"In life, we have to separate from the moment we meet." Jiang Qiuhong said slowly: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, people will suffer as long as they live...but you are different. If you want...to make people in this world suffer less, just I can't help but have to bear more."

"The Jiang family has been loyal to the emperor and loved the people for generations... As long as you stand up for one day, the sky will not fall from your hands."

"My son, the heavens have eyes, and they see everything."

The old man's skinny hands fell on his face tremblingly, trying to straighten his temple hair, Jiang Xiaohan bit his lower lip until his flesh was bloody, but he still didn't dare to cry out.

"Mingyuan...you are more ambitious than me." Jiang Qiuhong coughed twice, and forcefully squeezed out the last bit of strength.

"My son..." The old man's voice was hoarse, and Jiang Xiaohan was almost overwhelmed with anticipation: "...Don't be blinded by the mist, please take care."

Jiang Xiaohan's chest was so painful that it was about to burst, he took a breath intermittently, and then nodded heavily.

So far, when Jiang Xiaohan closed his eyes, he could still remember the feeling of Jiang Qiuhong's hand hanging down on his body. The old man's thin palm fell lightly on his shoulder, but it was as heavy as a thousand catties.

Jiang Xiaohan suddenly didn't want to bear it anymore.

"My mother... my father..." Jiang Xiaohan choked up just as he opened his mouth. He closed his eyes before continuing with difficulty: "And my master, they are all gone."

"I originally thought that when the court is settled, I will find a safe place to live the rest of my life... If I am lucky enough to find my sweetheart, I will travel with her and enjoy half my life freely. But then I thought, which girl would wait for me? I am not married at the age, maybe I will only have a single life left in my life." Jiang Xiaohan took a breath, and then said with difficulty: "But fortunately, I met you..."

After he finished speaking, his heart raised his head, but no one in the room could respond to him, and the only thing left in the room was the sound of slightly heavy breathing.

Jiang Xiaohan waited, not sure whether he was glad or disappointed, he lowered his eyes and stroked Yan Qing's hand.

"When I was a child, there was a man who passed by my family. He said that I won the star in the horoscope, and I met the Qisha. In the future, I will ascend the pavilion to worship the minister and be the pillar of the country. But the canopy is empty, and my temperament is withdrawn and cold. It is not easy. Emotional, and the suspicion of giving birth to a child, it is easy to be lonely and widowed for a lifetime. At that time, my mother thought it was not good, so she just sealed the money and sent him away, telling me that he was not accurate, and told me not to believe it."

"I think so too...but his previous calculations are accurate." Jiang Xiaohan forced a smile: "You are a descendant of Kunlun, and no one knows better than you about divination and astrology. It's better to wait until you wake up. Also make a divination for me to see if I am a widow or not.”

"If so...if..."

Jiang Xiaohan finally couldn't continue, he lowered his head unbearably, and gently pressed his cool lips against the back of Yan Qing's hand.

"Ah Qing." Jiang Xiaohan murmured: "...you must get better."