The rebellion in Guyi in the north has been put down, and there is no urgent matter at the northern border. Chen Zhang is in charge with his team to guard it, and Guan Jiyu and others can also take a long vacation.
Xiang Ju'an only told them to rest assured and that if anything happened, he would send an order to assemble.
In the past few years, Jiang Xian, the second young master in the mansion, has been lingering on his sick bed. Especially when they first arrived at Beizhong Concentration Camp, they heard that Jiang Xian was seriously ill. When Guan Jiyu thought about this, he couldn't let go.
.
What Jiang Yingnian said was - "Why don't you go home and take a look?"
Is that a home? That is the Jiang Mansion of the dignified Nanqin family, the home of the Jiang family's children. How dare she, Guan Jiyu, call it her own home? But that is indeed the place where she has always grown up. If she had to define it,
It can also be regarded as half of her family.
Speaking of which, she had no reason not to go back and have a look. Even Zheshu and Jingcun missed the other brothers in Qingziying very much and couldn't wait to rush back first.
"Anyway, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so whether I go back to Nanqin or not, I have to get two boxes of snacks from Pinxianglou before I go back." She agreed simply.
When Jiang Yingnian heard this, he was in a very good mood, with a smile on his face and eyes, and said: "How can two boxes be enough? I don't want ten or eight boxes."
After saying that, he planned to go straight to Nanqin. The carriage was stopped not far from the palace gate when it was stopped.
The visitor looked like he was a servant from a wealthy family and simply said: "My master wants to meet you."
Jiang Yingnian asked in confusion: "Who is your master?"
The young man smiled and said: "Master Jiang, after leaving the palace, who else in the capital can be called the master?"
Guan Jiyu understood clearly and asked the boy who passed the message: "But Prince Ying of the Sixth Prince's Palace in the suburbs of Beijing invited you?"
She immediately put down the sedan curtain and said to Jiang Yingnian: "Now I can only agree to go and have a look. Jiang Mansion and the Sixth Prince didn't have much contact in the past. We just came back from the war and he wants to see us. I don't know.
What kind of medicine is sold there?"
"Prince Ying... I heard my eldest brother mention it before. In the past, officials and major families could set up their own camps to cultivate elites and send them to the border to serve the country when necessary. This idea was proposed by the Sixth Prince." Jiang Yingnian saw it in his eyes.
It was full of reverence, "My eldest brother admired the Sixth Prince the most during his lifetime. If he hadn't proposed this idea first, there would be no training camps for the major families, let alone our Qingzi Camp."
Jiang Yingnian said to the boy outside the sedan, "We'll go there right now."
The Sixth Prince's Mansion was quiet, so the two of them followed the boy's guidance and entered the main hall of the Prince's Mansion.
The facilities in the hall were not new, and Guan Jiyu couldn't tell the difference between them. He just felt that the whole decoration made people feel gloomy.
None of the appliances in the house are of bright colors, they are all gray and lifeless.
King Ying is still very young, about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old.
His black hair was casually tied up with a gold-rimmed hairband, and the clothes he wore were all gold-rimmed, which was the color of the gold-rimmed Xuan that could only be used by the Xuli royal family. Prince Ying's eyes were dark, and his eyes were dark.
The tail is slightly raised, and you can tell just by looking at the eyebrows that he is a handsome man.
He tilted his head lazily, stroking his temple with one hand. His lips were not brightly colored, and he looked a little listless.
Seeing the two Jiang Guan enter the lobby and bow to each other, he did not speak. For a long time, he just lightly pressed the armrest of the chair at hand with his fingers.
Guan Jiyu saw the chair under him sliding forward half a step, and was shocked to realize that it was a wheelchair.
She looked at Jiang Yingnian in surprise, but Jiang Yingnian remained calm, nodding and waiting calmly for King Ying's response.
There is a man standing behind King Ying. Although his mid-length hair tied behind his head is a little messy, he is not slovenly, but looks unruly and unruly. It makes people feel that his whole body is casual. His temperament is completely different from that of King Ying.
extreme.
The man ordered the servants to serve tea, and then greeted the two of them lightly: "Please sit down, please."
The voice is deep, but very magnetic, and people will never forget it after listening to it once.
He held a knife in his arms. Jiang Yingnian had never seen this person before, but he remembered a name he had heard a long time ago: Xia Mingzhong.
"The North Sword Xia Mingzhong, the South Sword Cold Thousand Flames." Jiang Yingnian took his seat and couldn't help but blurt out these words.
He looked at the man behind King Ying and said firmly: "If I guess correctly, you are Xia Mingzhong, the number one swordsman in the Xuli Dynasty."
Prince Ying sat up straight, as if he had regained his energy, and said: "Young Master Jiang has a good eye. You know the Northern Sword and the Southern Sword that are rumored to have disappeared, and you can recognize this Northern Sword at a glance." His voice was light and airy.
, the combination of alienation and the aura of power makes people dare not ignore it.
Some people don't need to introduce themselves, they can prove their identity by just raising their hands and speaking and deeds. This is the case with King Ying. His voice is soft when he speaks, but his tone is full of the power of the royal family.
He turned the wheel of his chair back and forth again, causing the body of the chair to sway. "This is the state of my king's body. My only wish in this life is to bring both the Northern Sword and the Southern Sword into my house. I have found the Northern Sword."
Yes, I heard that Nanjian has always been invisible, and Young Master Jiang has such good eyesight. If you see the first swordsman Han Qianyan one day, you must inform me."
Jiang Yingnian shrugged and said regretfully: "The first swordsman is no longer alive."
"Is this true?" King Ying was surprised at first, and soon there was a hint of regret in his eyes.
"It's true. Han Qianyan's brother is my servant. This news is unmistakable."
Prince Ying raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Can you introduce his brother to me?"
Jiang Yingnian tilted his head, not shying away from his direct gaze, and blurted out without thinking: "No, that's mine."
Prince Ying laughed very wantonly. He looked back at Xia Mingzhong and laughed: "Hahahaha, I haven't seen such an interesting person for a long time. Mingzhong, I like talking to such people."
This scene seemed a bit strange. He was pale, but he smiled very openly, and his eyes became sparkling. Guan Jiyu watched him laugh until he coughed, and couldn't help but frown, worried that his weak body would
I couldn't hold back such a violent laugh.
Xia Mingzhong remained expressionless and didn't say a word. He didn't think there was anything interesting about it.
Prince Ying turned around and looked at Jiang Yingnian again, and said softly: "Just kidding, young master Jiang, are you afraid that I will steal the swordsman from you?"
Jiang Yingnian took a sip of tea and said: "Your Majesty, it is true, but you sent someone to invite us to the palace, probably not to compete with me for the so-called little swordsman, right?"
Prince Ying looked sincere and thought for a while before replying: "I just have nothing to do and want to meet new friends. The fact that you are far away in the northern border has already spread throughout the capital." His voice changed: "
Especially this brave Guan Xianfeng."
Faced with King Ying's sudden roll call, Guan Jiyu was stunned for a moment and quickly replied: "The battle in Guyi relied on General Xiang's strategizing to give us a chance to perform. We dare not be arrogant."
King Ying closed his eyes lightly and rubbed his temples again.
"General Xiang... has always monopolized power and planned strategies. It is expected." His fingertips began to clasp the armrests of the chair again, and he said earnestly: "You Qingzi camp are all first-rate and brave young men. How about you?"
There is plenty of time and opportunity to serve the country. The battlefield of the Xuli Dynasty is not always engraved with only one person's name. Each of you may be the glory of the Xuli Dynasty."
He didn't say anything more, he seemed a little tired, his expression was full of meaning but he was really exhausted, so he had to order his servants to send Jiang Guan and the two away.
"Don't you think it's a pity? Prince Ying is so young and can have such enthusiasm for the country. He doesn't hesitate to encourage us newcomers. It's such a pity for him. He doesn't look in good health." Guan Jiyu
After walking out of the palace gate, I couldn't help but whisper to Jiang Yingnian what he had been holding back for a long time.
"He is suffering from a leg disease. I heard from my eldest brother before that even the doctors couldn't do anything about it, and it is unlikely that he will be able to stand up in this life. I heard that he was once - "
"Young Master Jiang! Please stay."
Before Jiang Yingnian could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone.
Only when I turned around did I realize it was Xia Mingzhong.
Jiang Yingnian said: "I have informed the prince that the little swordsman has been with me since childhood. I have thanked the prince for his appreciation on behalf of Han Xu, but I will not give up. I am really sorry."
Xia Mingzhong shook his head, "Young Master misunderstood."
He seemed hesitant to speak, and said with an uneasy expression: "I just want to ask, how is the second son of your family, Jiang Xian... how is he doing?"
"My second brother? Do you know him?" Jiang Yingnian said in surprise.
"We had some interactions in the past, but we haven't been in contact much in the past two years. Fortunately, I saw you today, and then I thought of greeting the second young master of your mansion." Xia Mingzhong looked more humane than when he was in the hall of the mansion just now.
Asked: "Is Jiang Xian...well?"
"He is not very well." Jiang Yingnian said with a solemn expression: "A few years ago, I went to Beijing to take the exam and suffered an illness. After I failed the exam, I came back and have been bedridden."
"Is your illness serious?" Xia Mingzhong unconsciously took half a step forward and asked, "Have you found a good doctor? What medicine are you taking now?"
Perhaps realizing that he was interfering too much, Xia Mingzhong calmed down and said, "It's just a greeting from a friend. Don't take it personally, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Yingnian could feel his kindness, so he said politely: "It's my brother's blessing to be called a friend by Beidao. Brother Xia, don't worry, I'm going to rush back to Nanqin, and the next time will be dedicated to
He takes good care of himself and I believe he will recover in the near future. I will send Brother Xia’s regards to my second brother."
Xia Mingzhong looked lonely and said: "No need, it's good that I know how he is doing."
The Sixth Prince's Mansion was like a pool of stagnant water that had been slightly stirred. After Jiang Yingnian and Guan Jiyu left, it returned to its original tranquility.
As soon as Xia Mingzhong stepped into the long corridor in the back, he met Prince Ying who was sitting there alone.
"Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest." Xia Mingzhong walked over to push the wheelchair, but Prince Ying waved his hand lightly.
"It's tomorrow." He supported his chin with one hand and said softly, "I guess you are not in a good mood when you send them away."
Xia Mingzhong was noncommittal and only said: "Who wouldn't be happy with the young people's escape? The prince is reluctant to let them go. This is normal."
"Yes, I fell in love with these two at first sight. Everyone hates me because of my useless legs, but they are different."
Xia Mingzhong just denied it softly: "You are too worried. You have a noble status, who has the right to dare to dislike you?"
Prince Ying gently tapped his leg with his other hand and said: "Jiang Yingnian is very smart. All his brothers combined are not as good as him. They look so much like me in the past. I admire the other Guan Jiyu even more, Nan Qin
People are more discerning than people in Beizhong, and everyone in Qingziying is outstanding. Who says women are inferior to men? Jiang Qing is so lucky that he picked up such a treasure."
"But I only have you, Mingzhong." He sighed.
"I know you won't leave me, but you must be blaming me in your heart, right?" He didn't look at Xia Mingzhong's expression, and knew that he didn't have any expression.
"My subordinates dare not."
Next he heard these four words that Xia Mingzhong would definitely say.
As expected.
It's always been like this.
No matter what he said or how much he said, Xia Mingzhong would only listen quietly.
The night wind suddenly rose, and the moonlight was cold, dimly revealing a bit of resentment.
"It's getting colder, I'll push you back."
Xia Mingzhong tucked the blanket on his legs and slowly pushed the wheelchair toward the inner room.
It wasn't until King Ying went to bed that Xia Mingzhong returned to his mansion.
