Xiao Qinghuan

When the carriage leisurely drove into Pingjiang City, it was just getting dark.

Jiang Xiaohan yawned lazily, lifted the curtain of the car to look out, and asked casually, "What time is it?"

"You hour." Yan Qing seemed to have finished the task at hand, holding a book and looking at him: "You slept well, the bumps along the way didn't wake you up."

Jiang Xiaohan sat up from the soft couch, straightened his clothes: "Why have you been walking for so long?"

Yan Qing closed the book in his hand, smoothed the pages and put it in the book cage, before replying: "The two children in the back have never been in a carriage, and the girl is not used to sitting, so she cried twice, so she stopped to rest. rest."

Fortunately, all the defenses in Pingjiang City have been taken over by Wei Shen, even if he enters the city two hours later, he can still enter.

The downfall of Wen Zui did not seem to have any impact on the lives of the common people. For most people, that huge "Governor" may have had nothing to do with them throughout his life, and the biggest impression of Wen Zui is the Governor of Pingjiang When the horse-drawn carriage left, the two streets in front of the door had to be cleared.

The night market in Pingjiang City is more prosperous than other places. There are dessert shops and sugar water stalls everywhere. The shouts of candied haws and sugar paintings are mixed together, and the originally huge Pingjiang City is packed to the brim.

Jiang Xiaohan knocked on the edge of the window: "Stop."

Jiang Ying pulled the reins in response, and the horse neighed, and stood obediently on the spot.

Jiang Ying turned around and pulled the wooden peg on the carriage: "Master?"

Yan Qing also looked at Jiang Xiaohan, Jiang Xiaohan smiled at him, bent down and got out of the car, turned around and stretched out his hand to him: "West Street is narrow, and it's not easy to drive a carriage. Come down and turn around, little one."

Yan Qing thought about it, so she didn't refuse, and got out of the car with his hands.

When Jiang Mo saw the two of them coming up ahead, he understood, turned around and opened the car door, and hugged the two little ones down one by one.

The two children had never seen such a bustling battle in Liujia Village, and their eyes lit up immediately.

Jiang Ling was not as calm as her brother, and happily ran forward a few steps when she saw this, and hugged Jiang Xiaohan's calf.

"Daddy."

"Hey." Jiang Xiaohan laughed, bent down and took the girl into his arms.

Yan Qing couldn't stop it in time: "You have..."

"It's okay." Jiang Xiaohan smiled and put Jiang Ling on the forearm of his right hand, and wrapped his left hand around the child's back: "The girl is light, so she won't be hurt."

"I know." Jiang Ling hugged his neck in a childish voice, and laid her whole body on his shoulder, avoiding his left hand: "Daddy's hand hurts, you can't touch it."

"Yo?" Jiang Xiaohan raised his eyebrows: "How do you know?"

Jiang Ling tilted his head: "My brother said so."

Jiang Xiaohan couldn't help pinching her face with a smile: "Brother is really smart."

Jing Zhan didn't act like a baby like Jiang Ling, he stood on the ground well-behaved, bowed his hands to Yan Qing and said, "Master."

Yan Qing nodded, and Jing Zhan turned around to salute Jiang Xiaohan, but his waist was already bent, and he remembered that he didn't know what to call him.

Finally, after a moment of hesitation, he called out as usual: "...Master Jiang."

"You call him Master, and calling me an adult is too much." Jiang Xiaohan gave Jiang Ling a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus honey, and said to Jing Zhan: "It's just that your surname is not Jiang, so you can't call him father just like Ah Ling... ...just call me foster father."

Seeing that Yan Qing had no objection, Jing Zhan obediently said, "Father."

"Good boy." Jiang Xiaohan smiled: "Let's go, it's the first time I come into the house today, and go buy something delicious and fun."

Yan Qing and Jiang Xiaohan are simply two diametrically opposite people who don't eat anything. The main point is that one has no concept of gold and silver, and the other dares to spend money like dirt and buy anything.

This made it difficult for Jiang Mo who was shopping with the young master.

The two carriages had to detour back to the mansion, Jiang Mo had no martial arts, and he couldn't handle four horses by himself, so he let Jiang Ying go back, and he stayed alone to go shopping with Jiang Xiaohan and the others.

The two children were quite reassuring. Jiang Ling hugged Jiang Xiaohan's neck without moving. Jing Zhan honestly took Yan Qing's hand and walked on the ground. If he wanted to see anything, he would ask Yan Qing first. Opinions will go together, and there is no running around.

It's just that two adults are not so worry-free.

Jiang Xiaohan has lived for 28 years. This is the first time he is a father, not to mention being the father of two cute and cute little Doudings. He can't hold back his fatherly heart. He buys nougat from the corner of the street. I just packed three packs, so I don’t worry about the child’s toothache after eating too much.

Yan Qing didn't need to say more, and he didn't know what ecstasy soup his young master gave him when he was sick. No matter what Jiang Xiaohan asked, he would always say "yes", "you can figure it out", "good-looking", "yes".

Too greasy to make a toothache.

Half a street away, Jiang Mo has already carried a bunch of big and small bags in his hand. If you give him a shoulder pole, he might be able to set up a stall in any open space on the side of the street and become a vendor.

But Jiang Xiaohan didn't stop yet, and dragged Yan Qing to the silk shop on the side of the street.

The silk and satin shop was three stories high, and the second and third floors were brightly lit. Just looking at the ready-to-wear fabrics hanging on the lobby wall on the first floor, it was clear that ordinary people could not afford it.

There are countless female shopkeepers in the silk and satin village, and they have a pair of tricks that are very useful. When they see Jiang Xiaohan, they know that today's good business has come.

Although Yan Qing didn't care much about gold and silver, he was not ignorant of prices. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help pulling Jiang Xiaohan: "Did I buy too much today..."

"What's the matter." Jiang Xiaohan waved his hands nonchalantly, leaned over and whispered to him, "Although I have a fixed monthly schedule, the rewards I have accumulated over the years are more than enough for our family of four to spend a few lifetimes."

As he said this, the female shopkeeper came up to her with her abacus in her arms: "It's a coincidence that the two young masters are here today. Our family has newly bought a batch of high-quality Shu brocade and Jiaoyue gauze, which are great for making summer clothes." But that's all."

"I don't need it." Yan Qing said, "You can choose what you like."

"It's already here, go up and have a look." Jiang Xiaohan put the girl on the ground and shook his slightly sore arms.

The female shopkeeper gave a long look, and quickly called two maids, Xiaoer, to lead the two children over.

"My lord." Jiang Mo, who had been following behind him, had a bitter face: "I'll wait for you downstairs."

After all, it was the work of upstairs and downstairs, and there was really no need for someone to follow him, so Jiang Xiaohan nodded and agreed.

The thing in Jiang Mo's hand was very heavy. He put it on the ground, sat on the rattan chair by the door and beat his sore arm.

The house on West Street in this night market is still some distance away, and I don't know how to carry these things back in a while.

He was worrying, but saw Jiang Ying walking across the street, looking around as he walked, as if he was looking for someone.

"Hey, Jiang Ying." Jiang Mo quickly jumped up, stood at the door of the shop and waved to him: "Here."

As soon as Jiang Ying saw him, she walked over.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Mo asked, "Didn't you go back to the house?"

"It's not safe at night. I'll pick you up after I've settled the carriage." Jiang Ying replied.

"Good brother!" Jiang Mo patted him on the shoulder, tears filled his eyes: "It just so happens that you are here, drag the young master back quickly, please."

Jiang Ying: "..."

Jiang Ying listened to Jiang Mo's complaints three times over and over again, then entered the house silently, asked the apprentice who was watching the shop for a thin hemp rope, picked out the heavy things, and tied them with hemp rope together.

Jiang Xiaohan bought a lot of odds and ends, and Jiang Ying half knelt in the corner of the room, picking things carefully.

After a while, a clear boyish voice suddenly came from the door.

"When did you open a new silk shop?"

The voice was so familiar, Jiang Ying was dazzled, and the wooden box with the copper whistle in his hand slid down, hitting the ground with a soft sound.

Once the footsteps outside were recognized, it could not be ignored. Jiang Ying collected himself, stuffed the wooden box into the package, and then stood up.

The footsteps gradually approached, followed by Jiang Mo's greeting: "Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Yi wandered outside with two servants, and smiled when he saw Jiang Mo: "Jiang Mo? Why are you here, Jiang Xiaohan is on top?"

"Yes." Jiang Mo said, "Together with Mr. Yan."

"This is amazing." Zhuang Yi closed the folding fan and tapped his palm: "He is so particular about a person, he would come outside to look at the material."

"Two young masters and young ladies have been added to the family, perhaps they were chosen for them." Jiang Mo said with a smile: "Young Master, you don't dare to speculate if you have a small mind."

"Oh, really." Zhuang Yi said.

Jiang Ying turned around, only to find that Zhuang Yi was wearing a thin shirt with narrow sleeves today. The garnet red coat complemented his complexion better than snow, and his waist was slender.

Jiang Ying didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always felt that he seemed to be thinner.

But when he thinks about it, he laughs at himself for worrying too much, Mrs. Zhuang is well-clothed and well-fed, Mrs. Zhuang is worried about not eating a bite on weekdays, how can there be any emaciated appearance.

As he thought about it, Zhuang Yi outside the door had already walked into the house: "Then I have to go up and see what the young master and miss of the Jiang family looks like."

Seeing Zhuang Yi turn around, Jiang Ying subconsciously held his breath and looked sideways, trying to avoid his gaze, but found that Zhuang Yi passed him by without looking sideways as if he hadn't seen him.

Jiang Ying pursed her lips, thinking that this was fine.

But my heart can't help but still feel sour.

Zhuang Yi left his servant downstairs, and went upstairs a few steps, only to see Yan Qing sitting outside the screen drinking tea.

Yan Qing was a little surprised when he saw him go upstairs: "Young Master Zhuang."

Zhuang Yi waved at him, and sat on the chair next to him without looking outside: "Where's Jiang Xiaohan?"

"It's in the inner room." Yan Qing said helplessly, "I just picked out the clothes, now I'm going to look at the materials."

Just a moment before Zhuang Yi came up, Yan Qing finally escaped from Jiang Xiaohan's clutches. Mr. Jiang was so excited today for some reason, and he didn't stop grabbing him to compete with six or seven pieces of material.It's nothing more than a try, and the waiter next to the shopkeeper even praised him in a different way, so that he just wanted to run away. In the end, Master Jiang condescended to let him out to drink tea.

When talking about Jiang Xiaohan, Yan Qing's brows and eyes softened, not to mention the intimacy between the words.He didn't know it himself, but Zhuang Yi could see it clearly.

A waiter served a cup of tea for Zhuang Yi, Zhuang Yi lifted the lid and smelled the tea, then put it aside in distaste.

"Are you feeling better, sir?" Zhuang Yi asked.

Yan Qing nodded: "Okay."

"That's good." Zhuang Yi leaned back in the armchair and shook his fan casually: "Sir, you must take good care of your health in the future, so that Jiang Mingyuan won't go crazy again and deny anyone."

Although he said behind his back that he was not a very nice person, Zhuang Yi's tone was too strange. Yan Qing endured it, and asked, "When I was sick...what happened to him?"

"Want to know?" Zhuang Yi closed the folding fan with a snap, and waved at Yan Qing: "Come on, I'll talk to you in detail."

The author says:

I failed my second subject today, so sad, I hope Mr. Jiang will lend me Ou Qi to ensure that I pass the make-up exam next month.And thanks to Xiao Gu for the fish food~Thank you very much~