Xiao Qinghuan

Wen Zui seemed to want to give Jiang Xiaohan a bad impression, and the carriage swaggered into the city. The Pingjiang Governor, who had eyes and ears all over the sky, was still pretending to be deaf and dumb, so he almost wrote the word "duty" and pasted it on the gate of the government office.

It wasn't until Jiang Xiaohan's carriage stopped at the gate of the official post in Pingjiang City that Wen Zui's entourage came running and rolling out of nowhere.

"Ouch, please greet Master Xiang."

Jiang Xiaohan was helping Jiang Ying's men get out of the car, and was almost startled by the sudden appearance of a figure. He let go of the folding fan in his hand, and was caught by Yan Qing who got out of the car behind him.

"Who are you?" Jiang Xiaohan asked angrily.

Yan Qing handed him the folding fan without saying a word, Jiang Xiaohan took it and looked him up and down: "Why stop me?"

"The young one is Mr. Wen Zui's personal entourage, Wen Zhong. My lord went out of the city today to observe the people's sentiments, leaving only the young housekeeper. The young one didn't know the time when the prime minister came to visit, so he was far away. It's the young one. Damn."

Wen Zhong's clothes seemed to be drenched in sweat. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves while panting. When he looked closely, he could find the dust on the cuffs and trousers. With this sincere and fearful look, Jiang Xiaohan could One can imagine how he crawled all the way from Pingjiang Mansion Yin to "greet".

People haven't seen it yet, but they put on a hat of "overpowering people with power" first.

I don't know how many people saw his appearance along the way. In the public, the people only need to inquire carefully to know the ins and outs. It can make the cronies of the local officials so terrified. Jiang Xiaohan is really a great official.

Jiang Ying glanced at Jiang Xiaohan calmly, Jiang Xiaohan nodded at him slightly, Jiang Ying nodded knowingly, and pulled the car into the backyard of the official post first.

Wen Zhong glanced at Yan Qing twice from the corner of his eye, and was muttering in his heart.

He is favored by Wen Zui, and the dead men under Wen Zui's subordinates will also fall into his hands. Although he can't say he knows [-]% or [-]% of the matter of chasing and killing Jiang Xiaohan, there is always [-]% of it.I heard from the people who came back from the last wave that Jiang Xiaohan was going to be cornered, but a mysterious man with strong martial arts came out of nowhere, and he just snatched him away.

Wen Zui didn't take it seriously when he first heard about it, thinking that Jiang Xiaohan had left something behind, but Wen Zhong didn't seem like it.

He glanced at Yan Qing several times and thought about it secretly.The other party really had a good skin. The young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes held a long frost-colored sword and frowned slightly. He looked too indifferent. When he glanced over with his eyes, the person who could see was trembling, standing in Jiang Xiaohan's eyes. Beside him, his temperament did not lose the wind at all.

Wen Zhong smacked his lips and wiped his arm again. After much deliberation, he couldn't figure out the origin of the other party, so he could only try to find out.

"How can this official post allow the Prime Minister to step down? My lord has already explained that when the Prime Minister arrives, he can directly invite him to the mansion to settle down. In the evening, when my lord comes back, he will hold a banquet in honor of the Prime Minister." Wen Zhong said, and then Looking at Yan Qing, he smiled at Jiang Xiaohan with some embarrassment: "As for Xiangye's subordinates, please rest in the posthouse."

"Who told you that he is a subordinate." Jiang Xiaohan's face darkened: "Is this how Wen Zui's servants speculate on the master's mind?"

Wen Zhong was taken aback.

Yan Qing couldn't help but glanced at Jiang Xiaohan, he thought that the other party would be a little concerned about the court's face and act as a show of tolerance, but he didn't expect him to climb up the pole given by Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong didn't know whether it was because he had been serving Wen Zui for a long time or what, but his reaction was quick, and he immediately fell to his knees on the ground with an astonishing sound.

"Master... Master Xiang, please forgive me." As he spoke, he took another two steps on his knees, and kowtowed twice at Yan Qing: "The little one has eyes but no eyes, and doesn't know adults. Please forgive me."

Yan Qing was obviously not used to this kind of scene, she frowned and took a step to the side, not accepting his courtesy.

The location of the official station is not remote, and there were already passing people pointing and pointing after such a commotion, but Jiang Xiaohan didn't care, as if he had long been used to it.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, and waved his fan in mid-air: "Get up."

"Go back and tell your lord that I will visit you at three o'clock in the next hour, and there is no need for anything else." Jiang Xiaohan said, turned around, and was about to walk into the official post.

"Master Xiang, this—"

"What?" Jiang Xiaohan paused, held the fan bone and tapped on the palm of his hand, and turned around with a half-smile: "Don't you understand what the truth is saying?"

Jiang Xiaohan has been struggling in the officialdom since he was young, and he has just become the prime minister immediately. After being alone for a long time, he naturally has a kind of coercion from the superior.

Wen Zhong shuddered, and unexpectedly didn't say anything, seeing that Jiang Xiaohan had already entered the gate of the official post.

He got up from the ground a little annoyed, patted the ashes on his knees, glared at the bystanders angrily, and spat in a vicious voice.

"Look at what!"

Officials of the imperial court have to live in the official post when they come to the city, and Jiang Xiaohan is no exception.But except for those who hold official positions, civilians are not allowed to stay in the official post. Fortunately, Jiang Ying has already entered the door in advance to arrange everything for Yan Qing, so no one came up to inquire.

There were very few people drinking tea in the hall on the first floor. Jiang Xiaohan glanced at it roughly, and then walked upstairs with a rough idea.

Yan Qing went upstairs with him one after the other, until they entered the room and said: "Why don't you explain. Everything today is not good for your reputation."

"Of course I am. I was originally this kind of person." Jiang Xiaohan raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything wrong with the feeling brought about by enjoying this kind of power and status?"

"You are not." Yan Qing said.

"Why can't I be?" Jiang Xiaohan spread his hands and blinked at him: "The Taoist priest has only known me for two days."

"In terms of appearance, you don't look like a treacherous person." Yan Qing said: "Slender eyebrows and bright eyes, noble but not sycophantic. Your eyes are like peach blossoms, and your disposition is gentle, but your eyebrows are broad and clear... I'm afraid when you were a child It's a pain in the ass to be smart."

Jiang Xiaohan was dumbfounded.

Yan Qing's words were very tactful, and he almost said that this is the master who went to the house to expose the tiles when he was a child, which made Jiang Xiaohan hurriedly smiled wryly and begged for mercy.

Yan Qing was amused by his low-key appearance, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "You want Wen Zui to let go of his guard against you?"

"It's more than that." Jiang Xiaohan stopped making trouble, and after thinking about it, he said: "Pingjiang City is Wenzui's territory, and my reputation here is useless. And throughout the ages, no high-ranking person has dared to use a person with no weaknesses. It is true that whether it is Wen Zui or anyone else, their hands are not clean, but if they want to dig out the carrion, they still have to rely on their own hands."

"Have you noticed?" Yan Qing asked.

"As the Taoist said, when the flood happened two months ago, it was not the rainy season in the south of the Jianghuai River, so why did the dike burst at this time?" Jiang Xiaohan said, walking to the table and pouring a cup of tea : "Throughout the ages, those corrupt officials have been greedy not only for money, but also for land."

"The Yangtze River and the Yellow River are prone to flooding in the rainy season, causing damage to the farmland on both sides. Therefore, since the previous dynasty, dams have been built at important breaches of the Yangtze River to carry out certain dredging." He dipped his fingertips in some water and placed them on the table. A line was drawn on it: "Our dynasty stipulates that the height of the dam needs to be twenty feet, the top width is 45 feet, and the bottom width is more than one hundred feet. But as far as I know, the top width of the dam mouth thirty miles west of Pingjiang City is only a mere twenty feet. Husband."

Jiang Xiaohan raised his eyes to look at Yan Qing as he spoke.

"The priest said, where did the twenty feet go?"