Xiao Qinghuan

However, after the wealthy Mr. Jiang spent a lot of money, only two bowls of wonton noodles were left in his pocket.

The seller of wonton noodles is an old couple who sound like they are from Lingnan.The stall is located in an alley at a corner in front of the restaurant, taking advantage of the fact that the lights on West Street are not turned off, and picking up some odd businesses.

Jiang Xiaohan scalded the bamboo chopsticks with tea before handing them to Yan Qing: "I just flipped through it roughly, this is not the whole book."

"Luo Suifeng still has half of it." Yan Qing said firmly: "I was at home just now, and I saw that he was still holding something in his arms. It seems that there are two or three volumes, which are thicker than this one."

"So I suspect that the book in my hand is just a translation." Jiang Xiaohan said while pouring tea at his chopsticks, "The book in my hand contains scattered numbers and years, but I can't think of what it is for at the moment. .”

Since the afternoon, Jiang Xiaohan only ate a piece of white jade square cake. He had been running for most of the night, and he was already hungry.

The wonton noodles are made by the owner of the stall. The soup is clear and delicious. The wontons are thin and small. They lie in the bowl and soak up the soup, and then pour a little sesame oil and pepper on it.

Yan Qing picked up a mouthful of noodles with chopsticks, and couldn't help but praise in her heart.

His eating was gentle, and he waited until the food in his mouth was completely swallowed before responding: "I have been thinking about why Luo Suifeng has anything to do with the government."

"He can come to steal Wen Zui's things, so it can't be pure Jianghu affairs." Jiang Xiaohan forced himself out of the aroma of wonton noodles, raised his head and said, "Baoqi, who is he working for."

"I am not the only political enemy of Wen Zui." Jiang Xiaohan tapped the side of the bowl with his chopsticks: "Maybe someone else is not sure."

Yan Qing put down his chopsticks, and shook his head in disapproval: "Although I have never dealt with him, my master has met his master a few times. I heard that Luo Suifeng was accompanied by birds and beasts in the mountains since he was a child. He was brought up by a boa constrictor, and even the surname Luo was named after his master. Apart from his master, he rarely communicates with anyone, and has never made enemies with anyone, let alone working for someone in the government."

"Python?" Jiang Xiaohan was taken aback, remembering the necklace on the other party's neck under the moonlight just now: "Is he wearing snake scales?"

"It should be." Yan Qing said: "I'm not sure, I just heard that after Luo Suifeng was brought back to Luo's house, the boa constrictor went with him, maybe they were together all the time."

"The world is so big, it's amazing." Jiang Xiaohan was not interested in the strange talk about pythons feeding people. He lowered his head and scooped up a wonton from the bowl: "Perhaps for him, pythons are much easier to get along with than people."

"Everything has a spirit." Yan Qing said.

Jiang Xiaohan groaned, and didn't dwell on this issue any more.He quickly finished his bowl of wonton noodles, and took out the book from his sleeve.

Not far behind him is the continuous stream of silk, bamboo and Qiang pipes, young women with tall buildings and red sleeves, and the cheers of welcoming guests can be faintly heard two streets away.

Half of Jiang Xiaohan's body was hidden in the darkness, and the two old couples at the wonton stand leaned against the cart and dozed off.He suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of detachment, as if he was always like this, standing alone on the borderline between the bustling and the deserted, like an outsider who didn't fit in.

Fortunately, this time he is not alone.

Jiang Xiaohan looked at Yan Qing who was opposite.There seemed to be too much pepper in that bowl of wonton noodles. The other party frowned slightly, and after two mouthfuls, he wanted to drink a sip of tea. After a while, there was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of his nose, and his usual light lips The color is also two points darker, showing a light carmine.

Jiang Xiaohan glanced at it twice, then looked away with a smile, and looked at the book in his hand again.

Nothing was written on the indigo cover.Jiang Xiaohan opened the book, touched the ink marks on the first and last pages, compared them by the candlelight, and smelled them carefully, only to find that these ink marks were written in stages.In addition to the different ink marks, there seems to be some differences in the use of ink and handwriting, as if they were written by different people.

There are only a few lines on each page. The earliest year is in the autumn of the previous year, followed by a line of incomprehensible numbers after the year, sometimes dozens, sometimes hundreds.Without a specific reference, even Jiang Xiaohan couldn't figure out what the number was for.

He flipped through each page and found that most of the contents were similar, nothing unusual.The book was very thin, and Jiang Xiaohan flipped through it in less than a cup of tea.He even moved a candlestick over, pinched the corners of the pages and the spine of the book, trying to find any letters mixed in, but he found nothing.

"Such an important thing, you take it out casually?"

After Yan Qing finished eating the noodles, he pushed the bowl away a little before taking the tea bowl to rinse his mouth.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Xiaohan said: "Zuo is just a translation, I have memorized everything in it, and I am not afraid if I lose it, just keep silent."

Yan Qing was silent for a moment: "You remember everything?"

"It's just a few numbers." Jiang Xiaohan looked puzzled: "Of course I remember it."

Yan Qing: "..."

Yan Qing, who had memorized a piece of Chang Qingjing Sutra for half a month, didn't really want to continue this topic.

I don't know if Jiang Xiaohan was too down-to-earth on weekdays, but at this moment, he finally had the recognition of the young champion in front of him.

"But only the translation is useless." Yan Qing said: "Luo Suifeng's whereabouts are uncertain, if you really need it, I can write to his master to ask questions for you."

"No need." Jiang Xiaohan smiled: "One, since he is doing things for others, his master doesn't necessarily know about it. Two, half of his things are left with me, so I'm afraid I can't do the job... All I have to do is wait."

"Are you so sure that you will meet him again?" Yan Qing said, "So what if he has handed over the things before that."

"Intuition." Jiang Xiaohan smoothed the pages of the book in his hand, and said lightly: "As for the others, there is no need to worry. Although Wen Zui is not good, Pingjiang City can still be defended. Before dawn, the gates of Pingjiang Mansion must be early I have already heard the news, Luo Suifeng will not be able to get out of this city without my help."

While holding onto Wen Zui lightly, he used Wen Zui to do things for him without the other party's knowledge.He showed his favor to Luo Suifeng, but threw a net behind his back, waiting for the praying mantis to hit the oriole's door by itself.

He seems to have done nothing, but got more than anyone else.

Yan Qing even wondered whether Luo Suifeng's recklessness, so that he ran into Jiang Xiaohan's house, was part of his plan.

The sound of clappers beating the watch was faintly heard at the intersection in the distance, indicating that the curfew had been lifted.

The curfew in Dachu is very short, and the jurisdiction is not very strict, and it can be lifted just after Yinshi.But Jiang Xiaohan looked at the sky, it was still dark, and there was no sign of dawn at all.

"It's quite late today." Jiang Xiaohan said in surprise, "At this hour in the next day, the sky has already started to turn pale."

Yan Qing looked at the sky and said, "It's going to rain heavily."

Jiang Xiaohan nodded, put ten copper coins on the table, got up and walked home.

From the stall to the house, there were only twenty steps in total. As soon as Jiang Xiaohan and Yan Qing turned around the street, they saw Jiang Mo standing at the door of the house, stretching his neck to look at the street, his face full of anxiety.

Jiang Xiaohan had a bad intuition, so he stepped forward a few steps: "What are you panicking about?"

"Young master." Seeing him coming, Jiang Mo said anxiously: "You can be counted as returning, just now the commander of the Divine Guard Battalion, Master Wei, came to—"

Jiang Xiaohan frowned and interrupted him: "What's the matter?"

"Soldiers from the Divine Guard Battalion came to report that Granny Wen was killed at home."