After the housekeeper brought Jiang Xian the medicine, he backed away.
Jiang Xian looked at the steaming medicine in the bowl and stirred it with a spoon. The strong smell of the medicine hit his nose, and he couldn't help but frown.
Jiang Xian felt nauseous, and even before he drank the medicine, there was already a bitter taste in his mouth. He put down the spoon and continued to read the books on the table.
"Why don't you drink?" The person outside the house came in and said, "I won't be able to drink it until it cools down."
Xia Mingzhong walked in slowly, put down a square box, and said: "There is a pretty good preserve in Beijing. Thinking that you need to take medicine every day, I sent you some."
Jiang Xian didn't even look at the things on the table, and said without changing his expression: "What does Mr. Xia think of Jiang Mansion? Even if you are extremely skilled, you can't always come and leave whenever you want, right?"
Jiang Xian's words were extremely harsh, and his tone was light, but every word touched people's hearts.
Anyone who cares about face even a little bit will be so embarrassed that he won't be able to say a word.
But Xia Mingzhong suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Since I'm not allowed to come whenever I want and leave whenever I want, then I'll listen to you." He put down the nullah knife in his hand and casually sat down on the chair next to Jiang Xian.
He said: "You've already arrived. You can't change anything. You can only stay here. What do you think?"
He was acting rogue on purpose.
As expected, Jiang Xian's face turned blue and white. He waited for a long time before whispering in a low voice: "My temple is small and cannot accommodate a big Buddha like you."
Xia Mingzhong knew Jiang Xian very well. Although Jiang Xian said so, he was not angry in his heart.
Xia Mingzhong didn't want him to be angry, so he stopped as soon as he could. He quickly brought the medicine on the table and placed it in front of Jiang Xian, saying: "Drink it quickly, it will really get cold later."
Jiang Xian didn't refuse this time, he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. It was so bitter that he couldn't help but grin, and his handsome face seemed to be wrinkled.
Jiang Xian covered his mouth, and it took him a long time to recover, and said: "You don't think you can expect me to forgive you by giving me this small favor, do you?"
Xia Mingzhong silently pushed the box of preserves in front of Jiang Xian and said, "I didn't say that."
Jiang Xian twisted a piece of candied fruit, put it in his mouth, held it for a while, and said, "Is Miss Shen okay?"
Xia Mingzhong said: "She's pretty good."
"Um."
Xia Mingzhong raised his eyelids, stared at him for a while, and said, "You still miss her?"
Jiang Xian said: "Well, it's just a greeting to an old friend. You don't mind even this, right?"
Xia Mingzhong raised his eyebrows and said: "I have never seen you like this, greeting other people's wives in front of other people's husbands? If everyone is like you, wouldn't it be completely unreasonable in the world?"
Jiang Xian turned over the book in his hand and said, "The truth? There is no reason in this world."
Xia Mingzhong leaned over and looked at the book in Jiang Xian's hand, and said, "Are you still reading these books?"
Jiang Xian raised his head, tapped the book with his fingertips, and said, "What else? A useless person is a scholar. Haven't you heard this sentence? I will only be able to read in my life. Apart from this, I know nothing else.
Do."
He said this calmly and indifferently, but Xia Mingzhong couldn't help but look solemn. After being silent for a while, he said: "I'm sorry, it was my fault that ruined your future. If not... I'm afraid you would have been dead by now.
He is the number one scholar."
"Ah, Number One Scholar..." Jiang Xian shook his head.
Jiang Xian closed the book and looked outside through the window. It was quiet in the night and he couldn't see anything. He said quietly: "My future... I can't even think about it now. I am like this now. I am barely alive. I can only breathe."
Life is good. W_/A_/P _/\ _/. \ _/C \ _/O \ _/M "
Xia Mingzhong rubbed his thumbs and said: "No, as long as I live for one day, I will do my best to save your life, no matter what."
"Do you think it's interesting to live like this?" Jiang Xian held his chin, his eyes dull, and said, "Xia Mingzhong, I feel very tired. Sometimes I wonder if I had not gone to Mo Yun Academy in Beijing to study at the beginning.
, I didn’t walk on that street that day, I didn’t meddle in other people’s business... Would my life not be ruined like this?”
Xia Mingzhong said: "You are not wrong. If you were wrong, you should not have met me. (The next page is more exciting!)
All original sin is mine."
Xia Mingzhong's face was full of dejection, and his whole strength seemed to have been drained away. He was dressed in black sleeveless clothes, which made his eyebrows and eyebrows deep and invisible.
Xia Mingzhong moved his lips, and after a long time, he said: "Ah Xian, but my life seems to be ruined."
The pool of water in Jiang Xian's eyes was easily confused by these words. His face, his neck, all the way to his chest were pale.
Because of Xia Mingzhong's words, he had to open the lock on his heart.
The thing in the lock is the heart, and the thing in the apex of the heart is the past.
Xia Mingzhong is only two years older than him. Now, I don't know if it's because of their marriage, but he always looks older, more serious and steady.
"You always come here late at night, aren't you afraid that your prince won't be able to find you if something happens?" Jiang Xian suddenly asked him.
Xia Mingzhong shook his head and said: "He has gone to bed long ago and will not look for me so late."
Perhaps seeing that Jiang Xian was so depressed, Xia Mingzhong had nothing to say and said, "I also met Yingnian and the others."
When Jiang Yingnian was mentioned, Jiang Xian's face became a little more angry. He asked hurriedly: "Have they returned to Beijing? He hasn't sent a letter home for so long, which makes me really worried. How is he?"
Not injured, right?"
Jiang Xian's series of questions made Xia Mingzhong not know what to say first.
He only knew that Jiang Xian could not worry. Jiang Yingnian did not send a letter to his family, which meant that he did not want his family to worry.
Xia Mingzhong didn't mention Jiang Yingnian's injury. He only reported the good news but not the bad news: "He is very good. He seems to be more energetic and physically stronger."
Jiang Xian felt relieved and said: "That's okay, that's okay."
Just after feeling happy, Jiang Xian immediately looked at Xia Mingzhong warily and said, "Since you have seen him, what about the prince? Have you seen him too?"
Without waiting for Xia Mingzhong to answer, Jiang Xian said emotionally: "Xia Mingzhong, I beg you, can you not let him have contact with those people in the court? Especially your master, Mingnian has a carefree temper and doesn't have too many thoughts.
, can you guarantee that he will not offend anyone?"
Xia Mingzhong said: "Now that he has repeatedly made meritorious service in the army, Xiang Ju'an will promote him sooner or later. I can stop him for a while, but I can't stop him for a lifetime."
"Then what are you going to do?!" Jiang Xian lost control and said angrily: "Our Jiang family is far away in Nanqin and cannot threaten anyone. I can do this myself. I admit that I am unlucky, but I am still young. I will never let it happen. No harm was done to him!"
"Okay, okay." Xia Mingzhong raised his hand, trying to calm him down, and said: "As long as I can still hold the nullah knife, I will do my best to protect him. Don't be excited, don't be angry, your body It’s unbearable.”
Jiang Xian gasped for air, patted his chest constantly, and said: "Xia Mingzhong, if you still miss a little bit of our past friendship, I'll trouble you to watch more for him."
"I will." Xia Mingzhong agreed without thinking.
The bell rang at midnight, and Xia Mingzhong knew that it was getting late and could not stay any longer, so he jumped out of Jiang Mansion over the wall.
He still had to rush back to the capital. Only when he was not busy could he find time to rush to Nanqin and take a look at this old friend.
If he leaves too early, Prince Ying will ask, and if he goes back too late, Shen Hui will stay up and wait for him, inevitably asking him questions again.
A few years ago, Xia Mingzhong would never have thought that his life would be like this later. ~~
It's not that he hasn't imagined the rest of his life. There are a thousand possibilities, but not this one. Xia Mingzhong never thought that he would get married and start a family. He was Xuli's number one swordsman and became a swordsman. What does it look like to have a family? Then you are not a real swordsman.
The swordsman he wants to be, Xia Mingzhong, must be the most carefree and carefree swordsman, the most laid-back swordsman who can go wherever he wants and do whatever he wants.
Xia Mingzhong had raised an eagle before, but because he didn't know how to raise it and he often wandered around, the eagle could only be taken care of by his mother.
The mother just treated it like an ordinary bird and put it in the cage.
The eagle had a strong temperament and could not bear the confinement. He refused to eat or drink, and died of depression within two days.
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Xia Mingzhong galloped back on his horse. He didn't know why he suddenly remembered this matter.
Think of that eagle.
Maybe he feels that he is like that eagle now.
Who doesn't love freedom? What's more, he was once determined to become the most free and idle swordsman.
He, Xia Mingzhong, is completely unworthy of the name "Beidao".
North sword and south sword, Xuli's best swordsman Han Qianyan is dead. Xia Mingzhong feels that he is similar. Although he is alive, he is only alive in this body.
His soul is long dead.
Things changed and people changed. Xia Mingzhong noticed that the plaque above the door of Jiang Xian's study still read "Zhong Si Tang".
They met because of a farce on the street that year, and he and Jiang Xian became best confidants.
A swordsman and a scholar becoming close friends may sound like a strange combination.
But fate is a very strange thing. Xia Mingzhong, who doesn't like to make friends, but for some reason, feels that Jiang Xian is a pretty good person and worthy of close friendship.
At that time, Jiang Xian was still careless. He often took Xia Mingzhong to hang out in the academy. Jiang Xian listened to his teacher's lectures in the classroom, while Xia Mingzhong sat on the tree outside the window, either sleeping on the branches or sleeping on the branches. He was just whistling to amuse the other students who were listening in class.
There were many female classmates in Mo Yun Academy, and Xia Mingzhong liked to harass her whenever she had nothing to do. This often caused the teacher to blow his beard and glare, and he could only look at Jiang Xian if he couldn't help Xia Mingzhong.
Jiang Xian relied on his academic excellence and always said nice things to Mr. Mo Yun, so that Xia Mingzhong could continue to walk in and out of the academy.
And the female classmates who were harassed and teased by him were actually not angry. Xia Mingzhong was handsome and a little wild. The female classmates often couldn't take their eyes away just by looking at him. How could they still hate him?
Within a few days, without Xia Mingzhong provoking them himself, Jiang Xian's female classmates would always come closer intentionally or unintentionally, using the pretext of looking at Xia Mingzhong's open channel knife, or wanting to see how Xia Mingzhong's kung fu was, asking him to show off his
Knife skills.
"Xia Mingzhong! This is an academy, not a martial arts academy!" Jiang Xian couldn't bear it and would scold him.
Xia Mingzhong said with an innocent face: "It's not me who took the initiative to perform. Your classmates are too enthusiastic. It's hard to refuse such hospitality."
Apart from studying for schoolwork, Jiang Xian would go to the back hill of the academy to play with Xia Mingzhong in the rest of his time.
