Xiao Qinghuan

Fortunately, Yan Qing has a good heart, so Master Jiang can get what he wants without offering his own teardrops.

Jiang Xiaohan was injured on his shoulder, and it was inconvenient to put on clothes and medicine at Yushitai, so Yan Qing wrapped him in a large cloak, and reluctantly supported him to go out.

They were all quick-moving people, and Jiang Xiaohan was really patient, so he didn't delay for long when he was unloading the bone chain. When he walked out of the heavy prison gate, the sound of banquets in front of him hadn't stopped.

Jiang Xiaohan was seriously injured and lost too much blood, his steps were shaky and unsteady, and he had to lean half of his body on Yan Qing to barely stand still.Xing Shuo couldn't see any blood, so when he was treating the wound earlier, he said to go out to get some carriages and wait for them at the side door when they came.

It was the time for the snow to melt outside, and it was freezing cold, Jiang Xiaohan couldn't help shivering when the wind hit him, and he became dizzy.

Yan Qing squeezed the cloak tightly, and held his cold hands in his hands to warm them up with internal energy, and then helped him walk towards the side door.

Xing Shuo took off all the identity ornaments on the outside of the frame, and now the carriage looked very simple, even if someone saw them on the road, he probably wouldn't think of them.The Xing family's driver was no longer in the car, and Xing Shuo handed over the car and horse to Jiang Ying, saying that they would be locked up in prison as soon as they left, and no one would find out.

Yan Qing helped Jiang Xiaohan into the carriage, then turned around and cupped his hands and said, "Master Xing, thank you very much."

"It should be." Xing Shuo also said solemnly: "Master Jiang has helped me a lot in Beijing, and this little effort is far less than one out of ten."

Zhuang Yi and Cheng Yuan were afraid that Yan Qing would not be able to handle it alone, so they also got into the car. Jiang Ying fastened the car door, tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve and tied it to his face, and pulled the reins after making sure everything was safe.

Jiang Xiaohan's heart was relieved, and he couldn't hold it anymore before he arrived at Jiangfu, and passed out.

Jiang Mo waited in Jiangfu for most of the night before finally expecting them back.Yan Qing is not in the mansion very much these days, and Jiang Ying is unwilling to talk to him about Jiang Xiaohan. Jiang Mo's heart has been dangling in mid-air for so many days, and now he finally saw Jiang Xiaohan. He came down first.

Jiang Ying helped Yan Qing to help Jiang Xiaohan get off the carriage, and said softly when she saw this, "Why are you crying, you're useless."

A group of them were in a hurry, and Yan Qing's face was not very good-looking.Jiang Mo felt that he couldn't help much, so he wiped his tears casually, and said in a muffled voice, "Then I... I'll go and boil some hot water."

After returning to Jiang's mansion, he could say anything, Jiang Mo was afraid of scaring the old housekeeper, so he didn't dare to disturb too many people, so he only picked two dexterous servants to help boil the water.

The conditions in the prison were not good, and a thin ring of carrion had grown around the wound on Jiang Xiaohan's shoulder. Cheng Yuan held a small thin knife in his hand, and looked at Yan Qing with a little reluctance: "Do you want to go out first?" ?”

Yan Qing shook his head. The wound on Jiang Xiaohan's shoulder pierced from back to front. Before the wound was healed, he couldn't lie down. Yan Qing held him half in his arms, and used a silver stick to push his blood-stained skin away. Underwear.The wound inside turned out ferociously, and the dried blood stains had spread to the chest and abdomen.The wound on his back shoulder was stuck together with the cloth, Yan Qing dipped some tea in a soft cloth and wiped it patiently for a long time before wiping it off little by little.

Fortunately, Fan Rong didn't want to kill them all. Apart from these two wounds, there were no other injuries.

Cheng Yuan and Yan Qing took care of Jiang Xiaohan in the house, Zhuang Yi drew up a prescription and went to Jiang Xiaohan's private storehouse to pick out all the medicinal materials, then turned around and went to the small kitchen on his own.

The small kitchen in the main yard does not open a fire on weekdays, and at most it is just making desserts and boiling water.Zhuang Yi searched for a long time, but he couldn't even find half a candle, so he simply scooped up a ladle of water in the dark to soak the medicinal materials, then walked around the kitchen, and finally found a half basin of cool water in the corner, and put his hand to it The blood stains were washed away.

The cold water in winter was icy cold, and Zhuang Yi hated the blood on his hands. When he rubbed and washed the blood off his nails, his delicate hands were already red with cold.

Young Master Zhuang did not complain for the first time today, he pursed his lips and washed his hands, casually grabbed a clean cloth to dry them, turned around and was about to start picking up the herbs, only to find someone standing at the door of the kitchen.

Jiang Ying walked in, lowered her head and stuffed the thing she was holding into Zhuang Yi's hand—it was a hand stove.

Zhuang Yi took a look under the moonlight. There was a cloth bag on the outside of the hand stove, and two pieces of silver charcoal inside were burning vigorously, and the temperature was just right to the touch.The hands that had been numb in the ice water just now gradually warmed up, and the fingertips throbbed with pain like needles.

"Why don't you watch Jiang Xiaohan inside?" Zhuang Yi asked.

The small kitchen is not big, so it was crowded with two or three people standing there. Jiang Ying pulled out a small wooden stool from under the stove, brought the medicinal materials and the medicine stove that Zhuang Yi had soaked in front of him, and took out two pieces from his arms. flint.

"Silver carbon is not flammable, you can't light it." Jiang Ying said.

"So you come to order for me?" Zhuang Yi held the hand stove and said, "Now I won't light the fire and you will do it for me, and then neither will anyone else, so you will do it for me?"

Jiang Ying rubbed the flint vigorously in silence, sparks fell into the medicine furnace, and burned along the ignited branches and grass leaves inside.

Zhuang Yi knew from the moment he opened his mouth that he wouldn't answer, and he didn't make any progress in avoiding answers for so many years, and he didn't even say a soft word to get rid of the topic, he just knew to shut up.

"...Jiang Xiaohan suffered a lot in prison." Zhuang Yi asked suddenly.

Although Jiang Ying was surprised that he let go of the words just now, she nodded honestly.

"Yan Qing loves him very much." Zhuang Yi said, "When I received him at the gate of the inner city, he took Jing Zhan with him. He looked like a dusty man, but he was full of energy."

The silver carbon was ignited by the pilot fire, and sparks slowly and stealthily spread upward from the bottom of the furnace.

"I didn't know there was unhappiness between the two of them at the time, and I slipped my tongue for a while. You didn't see his expression at that time, and his face was as cold as ice." Zhuang Yi leaned on the small table beside the bed, and put The heater in his hand hugged him tightly: "...I am very envious, envious that Yan Qing is willing to come to him."

Jiang Ying remained silent from the beginning to the end. He moved the charcoal in the furnace with an iron hook, and accidentally rubbed the back of his hand on the edge of the furnace, scalding him.Jiang Ying pursed her lips, threw the iron hook aside, and sat the pot of decoction on the fire.He made up his mind, and finally looked up at Zhuang Yi.

Young Master Zhuang was leaning against the window, the moonlight slanted down from his shoulders, outlining the tall and tall figure of the young man.The brocade on his body looks very soft under the moonlight, and all the ornaments on his body are exquisite.Only the cuffs were slightly wet, which was the water stained when the blood stains were just washed away.

This is the son who grew up pampered and pampered among the brocades, who would dislike the blood on his hands and envy other people's seemingly glamorous days.Zhuang Yi's emotions have always been obvious, so people don't need to bother to guess.Only in a truly carefree and worry-free environment can such a clear taste be cultivated.

——It's the complete opposite of his taste.

Zhuang Yi kept staring at him, so naturally he didn't miss his flashing eyes.Jiang Ying always seemed to have such a low-browed and pleasing expression in front of him, even if he glanced at him, it was very touching, as if he was afraid that his eyes would fall on him for a long time.

The charcoal fire in the hand stove was boiling hot, and the heat spread continuously along Zhuang Yi's palm to his whole body through the outer cloth cover.

I don't know if it's because of the fatigue tonight, or some other reason, Zhuang Yi didn't get angry today, and said calmly: "Today, it's almost time to do it, did Jiang Xiaohan say what will happen after the dust settles? "

Seemingly thinking that this question was not difficult to answer, Jiang Ying finally said, "No."

Zhuang Yi rubbed the hand stove in his hand: "I still say the same thing, if he wants to resign, I still have a shortage of accountants. As for you... my father said earlier that I still lack a guard capable of martial arts."

Jiang Ying paused, and after a while, a muffled hmm came out of his throat.

Zhuang Yi knew that he was just expressing his willingness to hear this sentence, not agreeing to him.But even so, Zhuang Yi still felt at peace in his heart.After he finished what he wanted to say and got the answer he wanted to hear, he stopped talking and waited for the bowl of medicine wholeheartedly.

Most of the moonlight outside was quietly covered by dark clouds, and the Dajiang Mansion fell into silence again.

Jiang Xiaohan woke up in the warmth.

He was in a daze, and his senses came back very slowly. He could only feel the warmth and comfort around him, and he couldn't exert his strength lightly.

There was a slight sound of water in his ear, and a group of slightly hot soft objects carefully brushed his arm, and the water flowed down his arm and sank into his body.Jiang Xiaohan frowned slightly, as if he had finally woken up from a coma.

Jiang Xiaohan raised his hand and gently pulled Yan Qing's wrist while he was half asleep and half awake.

"Are you awake?" Yan Qing asked softly.

Jiang Xiaohan hummed lightly, and slowly opened his eyes to look at Yan Qing.He belatedly realized that he was in the bathroom of his mansion, and there was a thin layer of saffron floating in the pool made of sapphire.He was placed on the narrow edge of the pool, the wound was exposed outside the water, and a soft cloth was covered to keep out the water vapor.

Jiang Xiaohan moved a little, only to realize that the wound on his body had been bandaged properly, and only his forearm could still move a little bit.

Yan Qing was wearing a plain white undershirt with the sleeves rolled up high, steam was steaming all over his body, and he was half-kneeling by the pool to wipe the blood on his chest.

Jiang Xiaohan pressed his hand lightly, and said in a low voice: "... Let the servants do these things."

"You can take care of me when I'm sick, why can't I take care of you." Yan Qing frightened him as usual: "Just say one more thing, and I will punish you for copying books."

Jiang Xiaohan chuckled, and was completely intimidated by this threat, so he didn't mention it.

Yan Qing's movements were gentle, as if he was some kind of rare treasure that should be treated with care, otherwise it would be broken with a little force.

The rustling sound outside was endless, Jiang Xiaohan listened intently for a while, and then asked, "Is it snowing outside?"

"It just fell for a while." Yan Qing said, "The weather this year is not good for some reason, and there have been several heavy snowfalls."

Jiang Xiaohan fell silent again.

But this kind of silence is not difficult to bear, Jiang Xiaohan looked down at Yan Qing's side face, the other party looked focused, the tiny candlelight in his eyes flickered, reflecting a bright ripple in the water.

Jiang Xiaohan's heart was suddenly full, and something broke out of his heart, and it grew into a towering tree in an instant.

"Ah Qing." Jiang Xiaohan said suddenly.

Yan Qing thought that he was not feeling well, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaohan looked down at his hand - since he woke up, Yan Qing's hand that he held just now has been held by him, even if it is inconvenient to do things with one hand, he never pulled it away.Jiang Xiaohan has always liked these small intimate gestures, as if he always has to find Yan Qing to feel at ease.But in the past few months, Yan Qing has long been used to it, and most of the time, she quietly let him pull her like she is now.

He has always been so pampering to himself, Jiang Xiaohan thought.

Yan Qing, who came thousands of miles from Kunlun, finally tamed Mr. Jiang's erratic heart, giving him a little bit of confidence that "this person is mine".

"Ah Qing." Jiang Xiaohan called out again.

Yan Qing noticed that he was in a different mood, and responded with a good temper: "Yes."

When he was in Pingjiang, Jiang Xiaohan was blocked by a heart barrier, and he kept himself behind a layer of film from beginning to end. When he was in heavy prison, he was always separated by a cold chain. Yan Qing is so close.

Jiang Xiaohan suddenly didn't want to wait any longer.

"Ah Qing." Jiang Xiaohan gently pulled his hand: "You come down too."

Although the pool was built to be half the size of a room, and it was more than enough to accommodate a few more people, but Yan Qing always felt that it seemed inappropriate.

"I always have to look up at you like this, and the wound feels a little uncomfortable." Jiang Xiaohan said in a low voice, "I haven't looked at you for a long time."

Yan Qing still hesitated: "But..."

"Ah Qing..." Jiang Xiaohan's tone was slightly lower, and the ending sound was slightly elongated: "My wound hurts."

Jiang Xiaohan raised his head slightly, his long hair was loose, looking soft and pitiful.There seemed to be a pool of water in his pupils, and his peach blossom eyes were misty, looking so innocent.

Yan Qing was finally defeated, and was dragged into the water by Jiang Xiaohan in a daze.

Jiang Xiaohan almost immediately pulled the other party's forearm and brought him in front of him. When Yan Qing realized it, he was almost sitting in Jiang Xiaohan's arms.

Yan Qing's ears turned red immediately, and he was about to pull away from him: "Xiaohan, I—"

It's a pity that Jiang Xiaohan firmly held his hand to prevent him from leaving, and Yan Qing was concerned about his shoulder injury, so she really didn't dare to compete with him.

Jiang Xiaohan kissed the inside of his wrist. Ever since Yan Qing became seriously ill in Liujiacun, he seemed to love this place very much. His pulse was beating tirelessly under the thin layer of flesh, and every time he hit it without hesitation. On those thin lips.

Yan Qing's heart suddenly softened.

After a while, Jiang Xiaohan let go of his hand, switched to his back, and pulled him closer to him without a doubt.

"Do you hate this?" Jiang Xiaohan asked.

Jiang Xiaohan's expression was very serious, Yan Qing looked into his eyes blankly, although she didn't know what he was talking about, she still shook her head following her heart.

Then he saw Jiang Xiaohan smiled relaxedly, touched the corners of his eyes with plain fingertips, warm water slid down Jiang Xiaohan's arms, and a large piece of underwear was soaked in water, sticking heavily to his body.

Jiang Xiaohan leaned forward slowly, and took away a piece of saffron that stuck to the side of his neck at some point.

His moist lips and tongue brushed against the side of Yan Qing's neck, Yan Qing's whole body froze, and she subconsciously held Jiang Xiaohan's forearm.

Jiang Xiaohan kissed his eyes comfortingly, but didn't stop for a moment, and put his lips in his mouth instead.

The snow fell harder outside the window, the rustling sound of falling snow seemed to be right next to her ears, but Yan Qing could no longer hear anything.

This was probably Jiang Xiaohan's most presumptuous time.

Half of the soaked underwear floated on the water, Jiang Xiaohan nimbly pushed aside the obstacle in front of him, and wrapped his arms around Yan Qing's thin waist.His fingertips climbed onto Yan Qing's straight spine, slowed down his strength, and kneaded joints one by one.

Wherever his fingertips went, it seemed as if a prairie fire had ignited. Yan Qing's life experience was finally exhausted, and he clenched Jiang Xiaohan's arm almost blankly.

Jiang Xiaohan kissed very meticulously, he seemed to have dedicated his entire life of patience to this moment, Yan Qing became a fish out of water in his hands, and had no power to fight back except being forced to respond.The corners of his eyes and the tips of his ears were all red, three points more gorgeous than the red plums outside.

"...the flower is good, the moon is full, and the person lasts forever." Jiang Xiaohan put this sentence in his lips and teeth vaguely: "I used to think it was tacky... Now, it seems that the most beautiful in the world is nothing more than this."

The author says:

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