Xia Mingzhong dragged himself through the door exhausted. The candlelight flickered in the room, and Shen Hui was still waiting for him.
"I told you, you don't have to wait for me." He took off his coat, and Shen Hui silently took it and hung it up. Then she walked out and brought a tray of food, and stood quietly aside waiting for him to eat.
"Ah Hui." He looked at her helplessly, "You have a leg disease, not an ear disease. Why don't you listen to what I told you?"
"Mingzhong, I... I know that you don't want to talk to me anymore, but I am your wife after all." Shen Hui lowered her head, rubbed the hem of her clothes with her fingers helplessly, and said, "You are busy during the day. One day, I was worried that you wouldn't be able to eat delicious food, so I had to see you take a few bites before I could rest assured."
Xia Mingzhong sighed and had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks. Then Shen Hui smiled and gently pushed the soup cup to him and said: "This is clear chicken soup, you can try it."
After opening the lid, a burst of hot air came from inside the cup. The impact of the warm current made Xia Mingzhong slowly relax after his body that had been tense all day long.
The soup was still very hot, light in the mouth, and had a faint aroma of medicinal herbs in the aftertaste. The aroma of chicken blended perfectly with this subtle medicinal aroma. He didn't know much about cooking, so he looked at Shen Hui doubtfully.
"I added some ginseng and other tonics. I added very little, so it doesn't affect the taste." Shen Hui quickly explained: "These ginseng are unique to the Qiang Wu Kingdom in the south. You work hard and laboriously around the prince every day. , I brought it back from my father a few days ago to help you recuperate."
"It's pretty good." Xia Mingzhong took another sip and asked, "Is there any more?"
"Also, I'll serve it to you again." Shen Hui was about to get up when he stopped her.
"I mean, do you still have the ginseng?"
Shen Hui was stunned and looked at him in confusion: "Huh?"
"A friend is sick, prepare some and I will give him some." He stirred the soup, put down the spoon, picked up the soup cup and drank it all in one gulp.
When Shen Hui saw that he had a good appetite and was rarely willing to talk to her for a few more words, Shen Hui was overjoyed and quickly agreed.
Xia Mingzhong had that dream again at night. In the dream, he had a light body and a nullah knife in his hand, covering every inch of Xuli's land.
He takes people's money and eliminates disasters for them. He is a first-class swordsman, and he will show no mercy with his sword even if he pays a lot of money.
He was once a free and easy prodigal son who lived a happy life and could go wherever he wanted. When he got homesick, he would run back and eat two bowls of chicken soup made by his mother. The next day, he had no idea where to go to do what he wanted to do. thing.
Xia Mingzhong has not had this dream for a long time. I wonder if it was because Jiang Yingnian mentioned the North Sword and the South Sword again during the day that he fell into this dream again.
In the dream, it was still the three-way intersection of the street in the suburbs of Beijing, and everything was still at the starting point. The neighing of the horses, the angry scolding of the horse owner, the official lady who was innocently injured on the roadside, and the man in white clothes who first met Nanqin boy.
The young man's books were scattered all over the floor, and his arms were bruised, but he still helped the official lady first, and then argued with the reckless horse owner in a gentle tone.
The so-called theoretical tone was a soft whisper unique to the Nanqin area. Xia Mingzhong, who was passing by, saw people arguing like this for the first time and couldn't help but laugh.
The swordsman shouldn't laugh, he should hold the knife in his hand steadily.
The owner of the nullah knife shouldn't stop for such a trivial matter. But that day, he stopped.
That was his fate, and he was destined to stop at that time.
Xia Mingzhong was sitting on the tree and laughing, but he also kept asking: "Hey, your hands are hurt and you still have to show off. Do you need help?"
Heroes who fall from the sky are probably the most eye-catching in the world.
The lady from the official family was Shen Hui. This startling glance made her deep in her heart.
That was also the time when the Nullah Knife was put to its greatest use. Before the knife came out of its sheath, the scoundrel who shouted rudely was knocked off his horse by the sheath.
The young man in white clothes who clearly has no skills but insists on standing out, with skin as white as snow and beautiful features, is Jiang Xian.
The scrolls were scattered on the ground and stained. He looked at the mud splattered on it and felt disgusted but had to pick it up.
"Thank you for your help. I am Jiang Xian, a student of Mr. Mo Heng of Mo Yun Academy."
Xia Mingzhong put the knife in his hand on the ground, and together with the scholar named Jiang Xian, he picked up the books scattered on the ground.
From now on, the swordsman is no longer the best swordsman, and a person who is distracted cannot be the best swordsman.
The dark night is long, but the dreams cannot last long.
Xia Mingzhong still woke up. It seemed that every time, he would wake up suddenly after arriving at the exact moment in his dream.
That face would stay in his mind until the end of the long night.
"I am Jiang Xian, a student of Mr. Mo Heng of Mo Yun Academy."
He would always remember Jiang Xian's energetic appearance in the old days.
The most dazzling scholarly spirit was destroyed in his hands, leaving him with no peace in his life.
When Jiang Yingnian returned to his house, he rushed to Jiang Xian's room, thinking that he must still be resting in bed, but when he entered the room, he didn't see a single figure.
He sighed and turned around to go to Jiang Xian's study.
As expected, the lights were on in Zhongsi Hall.
"Seeing that you weren't resting in the room, I guessed that you must be here." Jiang Yingnian stepped into the study and casually sat on the chair next to Jiang Xian.
Jiang Xian was sitting in the study room, flipping through a book. When he saw Jiang Yingnian coming back, he quickly closed the book and said happily: "You are back. I see that both Zheshu and Jingcun arrived early, but you and Jiyu haven't come back yet." , told me to worry!"
Jiang Yingnian looked at Jiang Xian carefully and said, "You look better, but why are you still so thin? It seems like you haven't eaten enough."
"Who looks like you?" Jiang Xian didn't care, there was still a smile on his face, he patted Jiang Yingnian and said: "They say the northern border is extremely cold, but now that I see you, you are actually stronger than before."
Jiang Yingnian felt inexplicably proud after hearing this, and said: "That's what a real man is like. Look at those people who came out of the military camp. Which one is not strong and burly?"
He casually flipped through the books on the table and continued: "Let me tell you, second brother, if you weren't in such poor health, you should really be taken to the border military camp to exercise for a while. What's the point of reading these books every day? You see, I don’t have any ideas or energy to watch.”
Jiang Xian picked up the book, knocked Jiang Yingnian on the head, and said with a smile: "You are so promising. Not long after I went out, I learned to laugh at your second brother. Why am I so out of energy? Look at me. Isn’t it nice?”
Jiang Yingnian received such a knock, and suddenly remembered Xia Mingzhong's greetings to Jiang Xian at the gate of the Sixth Prince's Mansion.
He asked naturally: "Second brother, Guan Jiyu and I went to the Sixth Prince's Mansion today. Is there anyone you know there?"
As soon as Jiang Xian heard the words "Sixth Prince's Mansion", the smile on his face quickly disappeared and he asked: "What are you doing there?"
Jiang Yingnian answered truthfully: "Where are we going? It's the Sixth Prince Ying Wang. He sent someone to invite us there. His subordinates even said they were your friends!"
Jiang Xian looked calm and said: "Do you take the jokes I told you seriously? The people in the Sixth Prince's Palace must be powerful people. How can I call them friends!"
"Isn't he a friend?" Jiang Yingnian sat up straight, leaned towards Jiang Xian and asked: "That man is not an ordinary person, he is Beidao Xia Mingzhong! He can't just talk nonsense, second brother, can you think about it carefully?
"
Beidao, Xia Mingzhong.
Jiang Xian's eyes flashed. Just now he was immersed in the joy of being reunited with his brother, but now his face was lifeless, leaving only an inexplicable gloom.
"Perhaps we met several times when we were studying at Mo Yun Academy in the capital a few years ago." Jiang Xian said lightly: "Exactly when we met, it's been a long time, so I can't remember clearly."
Jiang Yingnian walked out of Zhongsi Hall, and then he remembered that he hadn't had a bite of food since the palace banquet ended.
He rubbed his stomach and realized that he was indeed a little hungry. Guan Jiyu, like him, must have been hungry after rushing back from the capital.
Jiang Yingnian unconsciously walked to Qing'anju, knocked on the door of Guan Jiyu's room, and asked, "Have you slept?"
Guan Jiyu quickly opened the door, and as if he was predicting the future, he said: "What? You came to me so late, do you want me to have something to eat with you?"
Jiang Yingnian laughed and said: "Guan Jiyu, you are really getting to know me better and better. I didn't even say what I was going to do, but you guessed it right away? Could it be that you were a roundworm in my stomach in your last life, right?"
"
Guan Jiyu had a look of disgust on his face, frowned and said: "You are so disgusting, you can say such disgusting words from your mouth."
Although she said she was disgusted, she asked: "It's so late. Even if I'm hungry, I can't find a place to eat. The cook in the house should have already taken a rest. Where are you going to ask me to eat?"
Jiang Yingnian raised his eyebrows and said with a mysterious face: "We have already arrived in Nanqin, can the Third Young Master still make you hungry? You will know if you follow me."
Guan Jiyu looked suspicious, but followed him out the door.
Jiang Yingnian took her straight out of the gate of Jiang Mansion. The two of them walked on the empty street. Guan Jiyu looked at the closed shops on the roadside and said, "Look, I just said it's so late. You can't find it."
There’s a place to eat.”
"It's so boring to go to those places to eat. Can I take you to eat in such a vulgar place?" Jiang Yingnian walked swaggeringly with his hands behind his hands and said, "You will know after you told me to follow me."
Guan Jiyu curled his lips, thinking that now he was calling these shops vulgar. He used to spend a lot of time in these restaurants, right?
"It's pitch black outside, there's nothing there." Guan Jiyu wrapped his clothes tightly, followed him quickly, and said, "There's not even a ghost, let's see what delicious food you can conjure up?!"
It was cold and windy late at night on the street, and there was no moonlight illuminating the road. Guan Jiyu felt that walking was difficult and he could not see clearly anything in front of him.
Jiang Yingnian continued her words: "How do you know there are no ghosts here? What if?"
Just as he was talking, he took advantage of her unpreparedness, suddenly jumped over to her and made a face with a "wow" sound, and howled at the top of his voice: "Ah! The ghost is coming! Don't kill me!"
The night was already so quiet that it felt eerie, but Jiang Yingnian's unexpected prank really startled the unsuspecting Guan Jiyu!
Out of instinct, Guan Jiyu was so frightened that he quickly hid aside. He couldn't see clearly in his panic, and his head hit the unoccupied stall on the roadside.
The sound of the knock was so loud that Jiang Yingnian, who was playing around, was stunned. He quickly ran over and asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Where did you hit it?"
He ran towards her direction, carelessly touched her forehead with his hand, and then said with peace of mind: "Fortunately, there is no bleeding."
Guan Jiyu covered his head in pain and said, "You are sick. Do you know that pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night will scare people to death?"
"I'm sorry." His voice sounded above her head, and it was his deep smile. Jiang Yingnian put his left hand on her shoulder, and his right hand gently supported the back of her head, saying softly: "Blow it and it won't hurt.
Come on, come on, Third Young Master, let me give you a blow."
As he said that, he actually blew slowly on her forehead.
The cold wind was coming in their direction. At this time, Jiang Yingnian's tall figure stood in front of her, and Guan Jiyu didn't feel cold at all.
But having him so close to her made her feel uncomfortable again.
Guan Jiyu struggled and wanted to take a step back.
Jiang Yingnian seemed to have guessed that she would do this, and the hand that was originally protecting the back of her head clasped her head.
"Don't move, why are you disobedient?" he said softly.
