Xiao Qinghuan

In summer, the sun is scorching hot, even if the sun is slanting towards the west, the person's body is still hot. Jiang Mo wore an indigo shirt today, and after standing at the door for a while, he felt unbearably hot.

"Jiang Ying, wait for a while and the medicine will be cold." Jiang Mo said angrily, "Besides, if you don't want to enter, I will."

As he said that, he was about to go around Jiang Ying to knock on the door, but was stopped again without accident.Jiang Mo rolled his eyes, he lost his temper for a lifetime.

Jiang Ying was also very bitter in his heart. Thanks to his keen ear, he could hear [-]% to [-]% of the whispers deliberately suppressed in the room. Jiang Ying was only here to deliver medicine as usual, but now he is carrying a food box. In the end, he could only stand at the door dumbfounded, like a cold-faced door god.

"Young Master is busy." Jiang Ying held back for a long time and could only say this: "You and I will wait."

The carrier pigeon on Jiang Mo's shoulder pecked his shoulder dejectedly. Jiang Mo stroked it casually, and the sweat stains smashed the original beautiful feathers of the carrier pigeon into strands.The homing pigeon immediately pecked his finger angrily, flapping its wings and flying to Jiang Ying's shoulder.

Jiang Mo was angry: "Hey, little thing——"

"Okay." Jiang Ying blocked his wrist with the hilt of his sword, and said helplessly, "Don't make noise at the son's door."

Jiang Mo retracted his hand resentfully, stretched his neck and looked in: "What are you busy with, young master?"

Jiang Ying heard the words and listened for a while, only to realize that the voices in the room had stopped. He waited patiently for a while, and knocked on the door after confirming that there seemed to be no other noises in the room.

"My lord, come down to deliver the medicine."

There was a small rubbing sound in the room, and then there was a response.

"Come in."

Jiang Ying glanced at Jiang Mo, opened the door first and entered the house.

Jiang Xiaohan and Yan Qing were sitting by the table. Jiang Xiaohan was wearing a robe, with his forearm resting on the table, showing the wound on his head.

Jiang Ying was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Is the young master injured? Why don't you say anything?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Xiaohan didn't want to say more because the injury was obvious, "Where's the medicine?"

Although Yan Qing woke up, Ren Pingsheng said that in order to ensure recovery, he had to take this medicine for three more days, so as not to relapse.It was about Yan Qing, Jiang Xiaohan almost wanted to listen to Ren Pingsheng's words like an imperial decree, and he had to see it with his own eyes to be at ease.

Jiang Ying took the medicine bowl out of the food box and put it beside Yan Qing's hand, then got up and went to the outer cabinet to search for medicine for trauma.

When mentioning drinking medicine, Yan Qing inevitably thought of Jiang Xiaohan's stupid things again, but Jiang Ying was still in the house, Yan Qing didn't want Jiang Xiaohan's face to be damaged, so he had to give him a glare.

Jiang Xiaohan pursed his lips and smiled, and hurriedly begged for mercy at him.

When Jiang Ying came back with the golden sore medicine, the two of them were sitting upright, one competing with the other. Jiang Mo gave Jiang Xiaohan a strange look, and always felt that his young master was in a better mood than before.

Jiang Ying stood at the door for a while before, and the medicine is now warm, just in time to enter.Yan Qing took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, before he could let go, something touched the edge of his lips, he opened his mouth subconsciously, and felt something pushed into his mouth.

Yan Qing took a sip, and the sweet scent of osmanthus filled her lips and teeth, it was a piece of osmanthus honey.

"Where do you get so many little things?" Yan Qing glanced at Jiang Xiaohan helplessly, and mumbled with the piece of candy in his mouth, "I'm not a three-year-old child."

Jiang Xiaohan withdrew his hand, took the cloth towel and wiped the honey stains on his fingertips, and said with a smile, "The medicine is too bitter, please coax you."

Jiang Ying: "..."

If he had doubts about the relationship between the two before, it was a certainty now.Jiang Mo withdrew his gaze from Yan Qing, and remembered the previous sentence "don't guard against him", and he already knew it.

Jiang Xiaohan just used a piece of candy to understate Yan Qing's prestige, but it's a pity that Mr. Yan didn't realize it.

"Give me something." Yan Qing reached out to Jiang Ying after eating the candy, "I'll give him the medicine."

How could Jiang Ying say no, and quickly piled the things in her hands in front of Yan Qing.

The carrier pigeon on his shoulder jumped onto the table as he bent down, moved to Jiang Xiaohan's hand with a bounce, and flapped its wings.

Most of these pigeons were fed by Jiang Xiaohan himself, and he was naturally close to him. Jiang Xiaohan poked its little head with his index finger and asked casually, "Is Jiang Mo outside?"

Although Jiang Ying and Jiang Mo were by his side, their division of labor was different. Jiang Ying took over most of the security and secret information, while Jiang Mo was in charge of Jiang Xiaohan's daily life and correspondence on the surface.Most of the communication between carrier pigeons is information that does not need to be recited, so Jiang Xiaohan asked this question.

"Yes." Jiang Ying said, "It's at the door."

Jiang Xiaohan spread his left hand on the table and let Yanqing play with it, and tapped the table with his right hand: "Come in."

Jiang Mo was so hot in the sun that he had been waiting for his words to hide from the shade, so he hurried into the house.

"Young master." Jiang Mo was always alert, without sweeping his eyes at Yan Qing, he slightly bowed and took out some letters from his arms: "It's news from the capital."

Yan Qing just wiped off the blood on the wound with a soft cloth, and was about to sprinkle golden sore medicine on it, when Jiang Xiaohan couldn't open the letter with one hand, so he raised his chin at Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo understood: "The letters on the table are from the capital city and Jiujiang Mansion, and my subordinates dare not open them to read them, but they are not very urgent, so please take your time to read them again. The message in the pigeon is from Master Wei—— It is stated in the letter that Wen Zui has arrived in the capital under escort."

"Escort." Jiang Xiaohan smacked the word and sneered: "A criminal minister has the face to say escort."

"After all, he has had a stroke, and he can't make any waves." Yan Qing cut the soft cloth into thin strips with silver scissors: "Let's not say that His Majesty always advocates benevolence and righteousness first. It's not enough to keep Wen Zui next."

"That's right." Jiang Xiaohan hooked the corners of his lips and held his chin to watch Yan Qing wrap the cloth strips around his wound: "Fourth Highness, it's a good idea. In this way, the Wen family hates me, and I have to accept his favor. It really doesn't hurt at both ends."

Jiang Ying and Jiang Mo looked at each other, and retreated out at the same time with a tacit understanding, and closed the door behind them.

"What's going on?" Just two steps away, Jiang Mo grabbed Jiang Ying and pointed behind him: "...when?"

"Just last night." Jiang Ying said uncertainly, "I don't really know."

Jiang Mo was immediately in awe of Jiang Xiaohan.

Jiang Ying knew about it a long time earlier than Jiang Mo, and her ability to accept it was much better than him. She couldn't help but added: "In short, you have seen it too, so you should pay more attention to Mr. Yan in the future."

Yan Qing wrapped up the wound for him, and told him worriedly: "Don't get wet these few days, the Scarlet Heaven Sword is whetted from cold stone, if you are not careful, the wound will not heal easily - if I knew it earlier, I would definitely I won't ask you to go out for a ride."

"Okay." Jiang Xiaohan said quickly, "It's not serious."

As if he was afraid that Yan Qing would start to think about it again, he reached out to grab a handful from the table, and handed the cloth bag that the woman gave him earlier to Yan Qing: "I almost forgot just now, you take it apart."

Yan Qing took the cloth bag hesitantly, cut a hole with silver scissors, and carefully removed the cloth strips on top.

Jiang Xiaohan conveniently gathered the letters on the table into a pile, arranged them by signature, and picked out the letter from King Yong'an from the inside.

Yan Qing had already opened the cloth bag, revealing the silver hairpin inside.

"This is Bitao's." Yan Qing said with certainty.

His eyesight and memory have always been very good, Jiang Xiaohan is not surprised at all: "Is this the hairpin that scratched you?"

"It's just an accident. She's a girl, and she's being bullied every day. It's not surprising that she uses this thing for self-defense. It's my own carelessness." Yan Qing said: "Besides, Betao's family has already gone, forget it."

Jiang Xiaohan was taken aback: "You already know?"

He was afraid that Yan Qing would feel bad if he found out about this, so he didn't deliberately tell him.

"Understood, Senior Ren has already told me." Yan Qing nodded: "When I checked the pulse last time, I also found that she was terminally ill. This result is not surprising."

Jiang Xiaohan smiled: "I was worried that you would blame yourself for this, so I wanted to wait until you were better."

"Things in the world are so unpredictable." Yan Qing didn't feel as regretful as he imagined, but said softly: "I have tried my best, but after all, everyone has their own destiny."

"You were sick, and you escaped death, and she was never rescued." Jiang Xiaohan sighed: "This business is really a loss."

"It's not a loss." Yan Qing shook his head and said seriously, "Because I have a clear conscience."

The author says:

Thank you, just call Xiao Gu, the fish food fed by the awkward red deer~Thank you very much~