Xiao Qinghuan

After Jiang Xiaohan finished picking out the clothes, he realized that the atmosphere outside was very strange.

Not to mention why Zhuang Yi was sitting next to Yan Qing, just looking at Yan Qing's apologetic face, Jiang Xiaohan felt as if something had exceeded his expectations.

"Zhuang Yi." Jiang Xiaohan looked at him vigilantly: "What did you say to my family, Ah Qing?"

"Nothing." Yan Qingwen said in a low voice, "Just chatting casually."

"Why, can I eat your husband?" Zhuang Yi rolled his eyes at him, deliberately biting the accent on the word "your family".

However, Mr. Jiang was thick-skinned enough, and said without shame: "Then who knows?"

Zhuang Yi sneered at his virtue of protecting food, wishing he never had such a bad friend.

If it was normal, he should have walked away at this time, but today he forcibly endured it for some reason.

Yan Qing's eyes turned around the two of them, and stood up: "I'll go in and see how Ah Zhan's clothes are trying on."

"Okay." Jiang Xiaohan nodded with a smile: "It so happened that I forgot to tell the shopkeeper just now that the girl needs double yarn, and you happened to remind her."

"Okay." Yan Qing nodded, walked around the screen and walked inside.

Jiang Xiaohan sat in Yan Qing's seat just now, and took a sip of residual tea from his teacup: "What's the matter, let's talk."

Zhuang Yi still remembered his unpromising look just now, and asked angrily: "How do you know that I have something to say?"

"Everything you think is written on your face." Jiang Xiaohan put down the tea cup: "Otherwise, why do you think Ah Qing went to the inner room?"

In terms of bickering, Zhuang Yi lost nine out of ten fights, and he was really in a bad mood today, so he didn't have the time to make jokes with him.

Zhuang Yi wrapped his fingers around the bead around his waist, his expression a little sad: "Ming Yuan, my father wants to send me to Zhuangzi in the north."

"Oh?" Jiang Xiaohan responded inexplicably, "Really?"

"However, half a month ago, His Majesty just issued an order, saying that in a few months it will be the birthday of His Royal Highness Ning Yan, and he asked my father to live in Beijing for a while, and then we will meet and celebrate together." Zhuang Yi tightened his hands nervously. A red mark was drawn on his finger by the tenacious gold thread: "Usually when I go to Beijing, my father always asks me to come and go with me to socialize, but now he suddenly wants to send me away at this moment, I don't think it's right."

"The Zhuangzi in the north of your house is as big as my five Jiang mansions, and the hunting ground is enough for you to have fun for half a month." Jiang Xiaohan looked normal: "Go, what's wrong?"

Zhuang Yi frowned.

He wanted to ask Jiang Xiaohan for advice, but he didn't expect to get such an unclear reply.Jiang Xiaohan has always been as sensitive as a fox to these things, so he must be perfunctory if he can say that.

After all, Zhuang Yi has been traveling between Beijing and China all year round, even if he is innocent, he can hear something unusual at this time.

"Jiang Mingyuan, don't play dumb for me here!" Zhuang Yi was already in a hurry, but now he was even more angry, grabbed Jiang Xiaohan by the collar, and said viciously: "Whether it's you or my father, you all take it." I'm a fool. What the hell is Jingzhong doing now, why even my father told me to avoid the limelight."

Zhuang Yi's strikes were neither light nor heavy, and the neckline strangled him so much that he couldn't breathe.

Jiang Xiaohan frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

"What am I making trouble about?" Zhuang Yi didn't know how to hold back his anger for a few days, and now he was able to find a place to express his joy. He gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out a sound from his throat: "What dare I make trouble, you guys Everyone has a clear heart, so they hide it from me and play me for a fool. Go to Zhuangzi, Zhuangzi, the old man is sending me away now, what does he want to do? Jiang Mingyuan, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Xiaohan was enraged by his contemptuous gaze, and couldn't help but sneered: "Yes. If you know what we want to do, you don't have to leave."

"Jiang Xiaohan, you—!"

Jiang Xiaohan shook his hand away: "Since you know that your father wants you to avoid the limelight, you should know why!"

Zhuang Yi was almost staggered by him, and pointed at his nose angrily and scolded: "What can I know? Jiang Xiaohan, did you persuade my father to send me away! You pack of wolves, tigers and leopards are full of bad things, and you arrive every day!" Calculate this and that later, let me see if you can figure it out!"

Zhuang Yi wanted to scold the messy mess in Beijing, but he became angry and uttered a lot of words, and even Jiang Xiaohan scolded him.

The little apprentice who was serving in the house was scared by their tense appearance, and moved closer to the door bit by bit against the wall.

Zhuang Yi was afraid of suffering since he was a child, and he knew nothing about martial arts. Even his wild thumping couldn't get close to Jiang Xiaohan's body, so he picked up something casually and threw it at Jiang Xiaohan's body in anger.

The room is too narrow, and the dodging space is extremely limited, Jiang Xiaohan raised his hand subconsciously to block it, until he felt a tingling pain in his arm, and he realized that it was a teacup thrown over.

Jiang Xiaohan gasped in pain.

The slightly hot tea spilled on Jiang Xiaohan's hand, and the teacup was smashed by his arm, but it barely cut his sleeve.

Zhuang Yi didn't seem to have expected that this hit would really hit him. In addition, he was so angry that he was dazed just now, and the scolding was really ugly. Now that he reacted, he suddenly felt that he was a little too much.

But he couldn't hold back his face and apologized, so he yelled sternly, "Hey, it's just a teacup, don't be so hypocritical."

Jiang Xiaohan ignored him.

He rolled up the drenched cuffs, and it was not surprising to see red marks oozing from the soft cloth that had been wrapped tightly.

Jiang Xiaohan frowned and clicked his tongue.

What Yan Qing said earlier was correct, the Chixiao sword had been sharpened in the cold stone for three years before opening the blade, the sword energy was very fierce, and it was midsummer now, the wound was not easy to heal.

——I didn’t know how to explain it when I got home.Jiang Xiaohan thought in a bad mood.

Zhuang Yi left Liujia Village earlier than the others, so he didn't know that he had hurt his hand before. He was startled when he saw this, and he moved in the direction of Jiang Xiaohan guilty, and poked his head to look: "You...what are you doing? of……"

"Accidentally scratched it." Jiang Xiaohan put down his sleeves and said angrily, "You can't see a flower even if you look at it."

It was Zhuang Yi himself who smashed someone with a teacup to achieve this virtue. He knew he was wrong, so he touched his nose and dared not say anything.

The little apprentice who was shivering from fright just now had moved back with rescuers at some point, and the curvaceous female shopkeeper held the abacus and pushed open the door with a smile on her face.

"Ouch." The shopkeeper looked at the fragments on the ground and said in surprise, "What's wrong?"

The little apprentice hid behind her, sneakily eyeing the two in front of her.

"Careless, slippery hands." Jiang Xiaohan sat back with a calm expression: "It's cleaned up, and it will be counted on my account."

"What is this?" The female shopkeeper covered her lips with a smile, and then she went back to teach the little apprentice: "Really, children are lazy at school, why don't you clean it up?"

"Yes, yes." The little apprentice had a bitter face, as if he didn't know why the young master in front of him was so moody.

The shopkeeper stood for a while, staring at the little apprentice cleaning up the broken porcelain on the floor.She seemed to see that the atmosphere between the two was delicate, so she made an excuse to greet Yan Qing, and led the people back out.

The wooden door was taken from the outside, and Zhuang Yi subconsciously looked at Jiang Xiaohan.

Zhuang Xiaogong is young and has a bad temper because he is spoiled and spoiled. Jiang Xiaohan has a deep understanding of this since he first met him.

"Zhuang Yi." Jiang Xiaohan rubbed his forehead tiredly: "You have time to question me, why don't you use your own brain."

What he said was on point. Over the years, Zhuang Yi has been used to not caring about things. His father is responsible for business matters, and even if it is not good, there will be a big shopkeeper. Jiang Xiaohan will mention things in the capital, and he has never make mistakes.

Over time, he has gotten used to relying on others.

Jiang Xiaohan said again: "Let me ask you, if you want to make things happen, what is necessary."

"...Soldiers, power, money." Zhuang Yi muffled.

"You are the only son of the dealer, and you are favored. If you are caught, it means that the fate of the entire dealer is in the hands of others." Jiang Xiaohan sighed: "Your father told you to avoid it because he took a fancy to Jingzhong. This muddy water is not easy to navigate. If you are an imperial merchant, if you stand in the wrong team, you will be doomed, do you understand?"

"The dealer didn't want to stand in line." Zhuang Yi bit his lips: "What gold and silver mountains, only His Majesty can move."

"You don't want to? Some people force you to think about it." Jiang Xiaohan was about to laugh angrily at him, and he didn't know whether he was innocent or stupid: "You are only in your early twenties this year, so you don't need any excuses, as long as your highness whims, say Do you think Mr. Zhuang can refuse if he wants to show you 'longer insight'?"

Zhuang Yi was wronged by his training, and he couldn't say anything to refute, his eyes were red.

"But--"

The door behind him suddenly opened, and Yan Qing led the two children out.

People depend on their clothes. Jiang Ling and Jing Zhan changed out of the old whitish clothes they had washed, and changed into the good robes they were wearing.

In front of Yan Qing, Zhuang Yi couldn't say anything more, curled his lips aggrieved, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Jiang Xiaohan just pretended not to see, and greeted him with a smile: "Come."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Ling threw himself on his lap, looking up at him with a small smile on his face.

"Daddy, it looks good!" The little girl tugged at the hem of her skirt happily, fearing that Jiang Xiaohan might not be able to see clearly, she turned around in a normal way.

"It's pretty." Jiang Xiaohan rubbed her little head.

The material on Jing Zhan's body is better than Jiang Lingsu's, but it looks like Yan Qing's vision.It's just that although the pattern of the fabric is beautiful, the Shu brocade material is a bit stuffy in summer.

"How do you choose such a thick material for your child?" Jiang Xiaohan said, "Isn't there a light and thin material?"

Yan Qing shook his head: "Don't be too indulged in pleasure, if you want to practice martial arts, you have to suffer first."

After all, Jing Zhan was Yan Qing's apprentice. Jiang Xiaohan didn't know how Kunlun taught children, so naturally he couldn't ask.

"As soon as I heard that you raised a child, I knew it was the two of them." Zhuang Yi walked up and asked, "Your son and daughter?"

He gave the steps, and Jiang Xiaohan naturally had to go down: "Daughter. The other is my adopted son, Ah Qing's apprentice."

"Oh."

Zhuang Yi came out in a hurry today, and he didn't have anything on him. He touched up and down, and finally untied a piece of unicorn jade from his waist.This jade pendant has a double buckle, the jade is warm and dazzling, and it makes a crisp sound when walking.

Zhuang Yi bent down and hung the jade around Jing Zhan's waist.

Jing Zhan subconsciously wanted to retreat, but Jiang Xiaohan pressed his shoulder: "He gave it to you, just keep it."

"If you call him father, just call me uncle. You don't need to see outsiders." Zhuang Yi straightened up and said to Jiang Xiaohan: "I left in a hurry today, so I didn't bring any greeting gifts. I'll give you the girl's tomorrow." Go to the house."

Jiang Xiaohan nodded dispensably.

Zhuang Yi had something to worry about and didn't want to stay longer, so he hurriedly greeted Yan Qing and left with his servants.

The author says:

Thanks to Cyclic for feeding the fish food~Thank you very much