Xiao Qinghuan

"Did he really say that?"

"It's true."

Wen Zui squeezed the teacup, skimmed off the tea stalks in the cup, pondered for a moment: "Could it be that the news from Beijing is wrong?"

"After all, Jingzhong is under His Majesty's nose. It is understandable for him to show a noble look to win the favor of the Holy One." Wen Zhong disagreed: "But the officials of the world, how can they not plan for themselves. Jiang Xiaohan is dressed in a brocade belt... ...The carriage he was riding in was so small that he peeked at it, and the interior was incomparably gorgeous, how could such an extravagant person live so well with only that meager salary."

"That's why I feel that, as long as the adults show His Highness's attitude to him a little bit, he will definitely make him treat the Fourth Highness—"

As Wen Zhong said, seeing no response from Wen Zui, he raised his eyes to see the face of the other party, and then he was so frightened that he fell silent for a moment, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Big, my lord..."

"No one in this world has no desires, but Jiang Xiaohan is already the prime minister, with one person under ten thousand." Wen Zui said coldly: "When he comes to his position, as long as he wants money, he will get it immediately. Yes, power and money are nothing but easy things to him... What do you want His Highness to promise him?"

"If Jiang Xiaohan is smart, it's just a formality in Liangnan. When he returns to the capital in the future, he will be on the sidelines of the palace every day to deal with His Highness." Wen Zui sneered: "If everything is done in the future, naturally he will be the first-class Conglong What's the matter with me."

Wen Zhong was trembling, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, he gritted his teeth: "If that's the case, why not stay in Pingjiang City—"

"You can't kill him, His Highness still wants to use him." Wen Zui put down his teacup, took out a piece of jade from his sleeve, put it in front of his eyes for a while, and then suddenly said: "Wen Zhong, look at this piece of jade, how fine is it?"

Wen Zhong was startled a little by his moodiness, hesitated for a moment, and then said cautiously: "It seems to be a piece of ancient jade, and the color is very good."

"I heard that jade can ward off evil spirits and ward off evil, and can protect the master from disasters. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it, and it cost me 3000 taels." Wen Zui rubbed it for a while, then let go of it suddenly, and the jade fell to the ground. Instantly smashed to pieces.

"It's a pity." Wen Zui withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and sighed leisurely: "After too many people's hands, too many masters, how can I still win people's trust."

"It's getting late, tell the kitchen to prepare it, there will be a distinguished guest tonight."

When Jiang Xiaohan staggered out, it was just getting dark. He seemed to be ready to carry out his image of a dude to the end. Before going out, he rummaged left and right in his luggage, uncovered all his most expensive outfits, and put himself in order. Oily noodles, jade pendant sachet clattering all over the body.

At that time, Yan Qing subconsciously moved two steps back, watching him toss with a complicated expression, only thinking that this person is no different from the old pagoda tree with a bunch of red cloth strips and a wooden sign tied at the gate of the mountain.

It might be a little younger than the old pagoda tree, Yan Qing added in his heart rigorously.

The young pagoda tree spirit didn't know what kind of inner impulse he had released, he didn't even sit in the sedan chair, and insisted on walking all the way from the downtown area to the Fu Yin, in the name of observing the people's sentiments.

Jiang Ying didn't know where he was going to do what, and Yan Qing was the only one left to embarrass himself on the street with him.

"Master Dao, don't keep such a cold face." Jiang Xiaohan unfolded his fan with a swipe, and leaned over to whisper to Yan Qing with a smile: "If you scare passers-by, look, we are coming this way, even if we dare to get close Nothing."

Yan Qing glanced at him: "You have all these leisurely things, you might as well look after this body of gold and jade artifacts, so as to save thieves from thinking about it."

Jiang Xiaohan burst out laughing, Yan Qing stopped, and turned around to look at him blankly.

The wound on Jiang Xiaohan's chest hurts when he smiled, and he couldn't stand up straight from the smile, so he could only support his chest and gasp intermittently: "Master Dao, it turns out that you can not only guard the house, but also guard against thieves."

Yan Qing: "..."

Jiang Xiaohan laughed so hard that he couldn't hold back his face, frowned and scolded the absurdity, turned his head and left him, and walked forward regardless.

"Taoist, Taoist Yan?"

Seeing that Yan Qing still ignored him, Jiang Xiaohan realized that he was making people anxious, so he hurried back to make amends, rubbed his face and took a few steps to catch up.

This time, Yan Qing didn't intentionally accommodate his footsteps, and left him behind in just a few steps. From the official post to Pingjiang Fuyin, it was a long and busy city. Yan Qing left him behind and walked for a while, before her footsteps gradually After slowing down and thinking about the physical discomfort of the other party, I felt a little unbearable.

Yan Qing turned his head and saw the crowds of people behind him. He roughly glanced around, but he didn't see Jiang Xiaohan.

Only now did he feel anxious, and searched for a while against the flow of people, but he still couldn't find it.

"Is your master looking for someone?" The sugar vendor on the side of the street seemed unable to stand it any longer, and asked aloud, "But you got separated from your family?"

"...Yes, find a man." Yan Qing is not used to talking to people: "He is in the same grade as me, I had a few words with him, and he got separated if he didn't notice."

"Just now, there was a young man from Yushu Linfeng wandering around here. I don't know what he was looking for. Maybe it's the person you were looking for." The middle-aged vendor put the towel on his shoulder: "Go forward after that. You don't have to look back, Young Master, maybe you've gone astray."

"Thank you." Yan Qing whispered, turned around and prepared to search again.

"Sure enough, they are all young and energetic young masters." The vendor smiled while fiddling with the wooden stove for steaming sugar, and said to himself, "I don't know how many people there are in this world, and they can't be found if they are scattered."

Yan Qing has good hearing, although she has traveled a long way, she can still hear every word clearly.

He paused, feeling as if something flashed past his heart. For the first time, he felt that he didn't want to end something so quickly. Yan Qing was a little dazed, trying to recall that fleeting feeling, but found that he couldn't touch it anyway. Not to the side.

Jiang Xiaohan was born as a son of a noble family anyway, Yan Qing suddenly thought that he might be angry with him for being treated so coldly by him.

After thinking about it like this, he was naturally distracted, and he didn't know when he was approached by someone.

Jiang Xiaohan came out of nowhere and patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Taoist?" Jiang Xiaohan asked with a smile, "Are you looking for me?"

Only then did Yan Qing come back to his senses, seeing that he was intact and his expression was as usual, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief: "Where did you go?"

"Naturally, I went to find a way to apologize to the Taoist priest." Jiang Xiaohan took his hand out of his cuff, and spread his palm, revealing the objects in it.

——It’s a sword tassel.

The thumb-sized mutton fat jade was carved into a budding plum blossom, which was then covered with water-colored silk ribbons. It shone brightly under the candlelight in the downtown area. I don’t know where he got it in just half a stick of incense. I found this thing.

"I was the one who was abrupt, so I will apologize to the Taoist priest."

Yan Qing opened his mouth, and was about to say something when Jiang Xiaohan interrupted him.

"This thing is fancy and impractical, but it's my heart." Jiang Xiaohan said as he walked forward, and wrapped the sword spike around Chi Xiao's hilt involuntarily, and said softly: "If you don't like it, don't throw it away. , I have all my wealth here."

Jiang Xiaohan has a pair of beautiful hands with distinct joints. Apart from a little callus from practicing swords at the tiger's mouth, they can be regarded as a pair of pampered hands.He concentrated on wrapping the tassel carefully, and the water-colored silk sash slipped from between his fingers.

Yan Qing watched him tie the knot on the sword with the rope, and suddenly he didn't want to refuse so much.