Xiao Qinghuan

Wen Zui obviously put a lot of thought into this banquet.

Pingjiang is located in the border of the south of the Yangtze River, so it is rich in fish and rice. In addition, Wen Zui has been the Governor of Pingjiang for many years, so he has accumulated some foundation. It was Jiang Xiaohan's illusion.

"Master Jiang came from afar, and the hospitality is not good, so please forgive me." Wen Zui brushed off his sleeves, condescendingly took out the hot wine from the warming altar beside him, and rolled up his sleeves to greet Jiang Xiaohan. Yan Qing poured a full cup.

"Prepare some thin wine today, sir, please don't dislike it." Wen Zui sat back and twirled his beard, then turned his head to look at Yan Qing, and nodded apologetically, "Forgive me for being ignorant in Pingjiang for a long time—" —I wonder if this grown-up is..."

Wen Zuiren is over forty, and although he has a simple and honest appearance, his eyes are too narrow, long and narrow, which doesn't look in harmony with his facial features.

Yan Qing has a habit of looking at people's eyes first. Unlike Jiang Xiaohan, Wen Zui's eyes are cloudy, and his eyes are erratic when talking to people. Although his whole body is full of style and nobleness, in Yan Qing's eyes, this behavior is true. No countertops.

He felt a little bored, looked away, and said lightly: "I'm just a commoner, I dare not call you an adult."

"This--"

"Master Wen, don't be afraid." Jiang Xiaohan raised his hand and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Although Ah Qing is my close friend, but his ambition is not in the court, this time he just followed me out for a walk, to meet the great rivers and mountains."

He seemed to have intentionally put emphasis on the second half of the sentence, making it not sound like a simple greeting.

Wen Zui was startled for a moment, and then he laughed: "A good man has ambitions all over the world. I think this young man has a noble face, and he will definitely not be an ordinary person in the future."

As he spoke, he held up his wine glass and gestured to Jiang Xiaohan: "Today, Prime Minister Zuo is honored to come to the humble house for a gathering, and I am deeply impressed by the splendor. I would like to offer you a glass of thin wine."

Seeing this, Yan Qing frowned slightly, and glanced sideways at Jiang Xiaohan.

"Thank you for your kind words." Jiang Xiaohan knew that with Yan Qing's temperament, he must be impatient to fight back and forth with Wen Zui, and accepted this polite sentence with a smile.

Jiang Xiaohan stretched out his hand and pinched the wall of the cup and turned it around. The slightly hot temperature climbed up his fingertips, which was just the temperature that made people feel uncomfortable, neither hot nor cold, just right.

He smiled and was about to say something when he felt Yan Qing gently touch the back of his hand from under the table.

Jiang Xiaohan's heart trembled, and he swiped the wine glass calmly, only to see that the other party turned his head to look at him, his eyes swept lightly over his shoulders and chest, and then withdrew his hand without saying anything.

He looked at the crystal clear wine in the glass and smiled inexplicably.

He originally thought that with Yan Qing's cold temper, he was the most impatient to meddle in other people's affairs, and that he was willing to go with him just to take the title of "tasting the sufferings of the world".Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest seemed to be unkind, but his heart was very soft, and he was still thinking that he was injured and could not drink.

The corners of Jiang Xiaohan's lips curled up slightly, inexplicably feeling a lot better.

Wen Zui obviously didn't know what the two of them were up to, and was slightly annoyed in his heart as he was left hanging on the spot with the wine glass in his hand.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaohan recovered quickly, covered the wine glass with his palm, and said to Wen Zui: "The Penglai Spring from Mr. Wen's house is fragrant, and you can tell it's good wine when you smell it. It's a pity that I don't have this blessing today. I'll just get drunk. .”

"Huh?" Wen Zui opened his eyes wide in surprise, put down his glass, and asked with concern, "Why did your lord say that?"

"It's not a big deal. A few days ago, a group of thieves robbed me of money on the way. I suffered some minor injuries and haven't recovered, so I shouldn't drink alcohol."

Jiang Xiaohan said, pushing the wine glass aside.

"It's a pity. I heard that the good wines of the Jianghuai generation are all mixed by young girls. That taste..." Jiang Xiaohan sighed softly, rubbing the wine glass with his fingertips regretfully: "...I don't know if there will be more in the future. There is no chance to drink the fine wine that Mr. Wen has treasured."

He seems to have a convincing temperament naturally, so even Wen Zui has to admit that when Jiang Xiaohan talks to people with a smile, it is difficult to make people feel disgusted.

The window sash in the flower hall is wide open, and the evening breeze gently blows over the dancing candles by the window, bringing a strong fragrance of magnolia.

The corners of Jiang Xiaohan's eyes were slightly bent, his eyes were dark and dark, and the candlelight reflected a warm light in his eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, looking gentle and harmless.

But in Wen Zui's eyes, this scene only made him feel a chill down his back.

Yellow rice wine is mostly used in Jianghuai and Huaihe, and most of them are cooked with distiller's yeast and hay. Only he thinks the smell of hay is too rough, so he raises a group of young girls to warm the wine.Jiang Xiaohan hadn't been out of the capital for many years, and he had only been in Pingjiang for two or three days. How did he know about the affairs of the Governor of Pingjiang.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Wen Zui's back, and when he looked over again, Jiang Xiaohan clearly still had the same expression, but it made people feel terrified for no reason.

"Master Wen." Jiang Xiaohan bent his eyes: "I'm afraid I'm drunk."

The night was cool, and the candlelight flickered suddenly, Wen Zui subconsciously shivered, and then he came back to his senses.

"In Pingjiang territory, there are such evil people who dare to hurt your lord." Wen Zui stood up in fear, and tremblingly made a deep bow to Jiang Xiaohan: "It's really Wen's dereliction of duty. I don't know how your lord is injured."

"It's just a skin injury, Mr. Wen doesn't have to blame himself." Jiang Xiaohan said: "Besides, your lord is busy with government affairs, how can you keep an eye on whether there are bad people in more than a hundred miles outside the city?"

"Wen is so terrified..." Wen Zui bent down lowly, the cloth on his shoulders was bulging, and it looked a bit funny: "Although the doctor here is less talented, he is very good at treating trauma If you don’t mind my lord, I will stay and raise her for a few days.”

Jiang Xiaohan smiled, but before he could speak, Yan Qing stood up suddenly, holding Jiang Xiaohan's intact left arm.

"Go back and take your medicine," he said.

Yan Qing doesn't like to laugh like Jiang Xiaohan, he has a stern complexion, with an aggressive demeanor of rejecting others thousands of miles away.If it is said that Jiang Xiaohan's whole body is a nobility that has been cultivated over the years to be higher than that of human beings, then Yan Qing can be said to have the appearance of a fairy cultivated by Zhong Lingyuxiu.

Wen Zui seemed to want to stop him, but as soon as he took a step forward, Yan Qing frowned, and glanced at him displeasedly: "Don't bother."

Jiang Xiaohan stood up with a smile and followed his strength, and tapped Wen Zui's stiff wrist in mid-air with the folding fan in his hand: "I appreciate Mrs. Wen's kindness, but the medicine in the post station has almost warmed up and is just right for the entrance. "

"Yes... yes yes yes." Wen Zui laughed dryly, and said hastily: "The reception is not good, wait for the adults to be healthy, and then serve wine to the adults."

"Good to say."

The meal was neither fish nor fowl, Jiang Xiaohan even seemed to come and go for a cutscene.Wen Zui originally planned to take advantage of this feast to find out about him, but he didn't expect to be overwhelmed by Jiang Xiaohan.He sent Jiang Xiaohan out of the door well, and threw a jade pendant back with his hand, gritted his teeth and told Wen Zhong: "Go, get my seal, I want to seal a letter for Mr. Song."

Jiang Xiaohan didn't ask Jiang Ying to pick him up.Xu time has passed, and the city has entered the curfew time. The streets are dark and there is no one.Jiang Xiaohan walked swaggeringly in the middle of the street, waving his fan slowly, looking in good spirits.

"Why did the Daoist suddenly get into trouble today?" Jiang Xiaohan said, "Looking at Wen Zui's expression, I'm afraid no one has disobeyed him like this for many years."

There was a smile in his voice, and it was obvious that he didn't ask the question sincerely.Yan Qing didn't expose it, just glanced at him, and said indifferently: "He was scared by you today, so he won't speak out to test you, and it's useless to keep it."

"Hey, that's wrong." Jiang Xiaohan closed the folding fan in disapproval, and shook it in front of his eyes: "No matter what you say, it's the Daoist priest's cold face that makes people more frightened, why did it scare me?" .”

Yan Qing stretched out his hand to push his fan expressionlessly, and said: "What's wrong with that wine, Wen Zui wanted to test you, why is he so taboo after mentioning that wine. I've tested it, and it's not poisonous."

"Wine is non-toxic, but people are the ones who are poisoned." Jiang Xiaohan said leisurely: "The climate of the Jianghuai generation was humid, and the wine had to be roasted with hay to get the mellow aroma of rice wine. I feel that only the wine that comes out of Wen Xiang Ruan Yu Nuan can have a long aftertaste—if only this is enough, the Pingjiang generation tastes sweet, and Master Wen is from Jiangzhou, so he is not used to drinking it. The wine is made by mixing koji with plain hands, and the fingers of a twenty-eight-year-old young girl are fair, and within a short while, the blood will bleed, and the blood will seep into the rice, and the wine will have a little more strength."

"For this reason, Wen Zui specially raised a group of girls in the mansion—named wine slaves." Jiang Xiao said coldly: "I really enjoy it."

Yan Qing frowned when he heard the words, and said in disapproval: "It's really ridiculous."

Jiang Xiaohan smiled inexplicably and said nothing.Yan Qing didn't ask anymore, he was not curious about where Jiang Xiaohan got the news, let alone inquiring.

The night was getting darker. Although it was past Qingming, the temperature at night was still a bit cold. The injuries on Yan Qingsi and Jiang Xiaohan's bodies could not be cooled, so they stopped talking: "Go back and take medicine."

He turned around as he spoke, and even quickened his pace a little.

"Hey..." It's a pity that the wounded man who was missed was unconscious, and even tugged at Yan Qing's sleeve carelessly: "Why is the Daoist so anxious, I drank today's medicine tomorrow afternoon-why, Daoist You won't forget, will you?"

Yan Qing paused - he really forgot.

He coughed uncomfortably, avoiding Jiang Xiaohan's narrow gaze, and pretending to be calm, said, "Let's add another meal today."

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