Xia Mingzhong dragged into the door tiredly, the candles in the room were flickering, and Shen Hui was still waiting for him.

"I didn't tell you, you don't have to wait for me." He took off his coat, Shen Hui silently took it and hung it up, and then moved out to bring a tray of food, and stood quietly 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 say to you?" ”

"Mingzhong, I'...... I know you don't want to talk to me more, but I'm your wife after all. Shen Hui lowered her head, rubbed her fingers with her clothes helplessly, and said, "You have been busy all day during the day, I am worried that you will not be able to eat delicious meals, and I will always see you eat a few bites with my own eyes to rest assured." ”

Xia Mingzhong sighed, had to pick up the chopsticks, Shen Hui smiled and gently pushed the soup cup to him, and said, "This is clear chicken soup, you can taste it." ”

When the lid was lifted, a hot breath came in the cup, and the impact of the warm current made Xia Mingzhong's body strained for a day before slowly relaxing.

The soup is still very hot, the entrance is light, and the aftertaste is lightly fragrant with medicinal herbs, and the aroma of chicken blends with this subtle medicinal aroma just right. He didn't know how to cook, so he looked at Shen Hui suspiciously.

"I added some ginseng and a few other tonics. I put very little of it, so it doesn't affect the taste. Shen Hui hurriedly explained: "These ginseng are unique varieties of the southern Qiangwu Kingdom, you work hard every day by the side of the prince, I specially brought it back from my father a few days ago, and I want to make up for your body." ”

"That's good." Xia Mingzhong took another sip and asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

"Also, I'll give it to you again." Shen Hui was about to get up when he stopped her.

"I mean, is this ginseng still there?"

Shen Hui was stunned and looked at him puzzled: "Huh? ”

"There's a friend who is sick, and I'll give him some of them." He stirred the soup, put down the spoon, picked up the soup cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Shen Hui saw that he had a good appetite, and it was rare for him to be willing to say a few more words to him, so he was overjoyed in his heart and hurriedly responded.

At night, Xia Mingzhong had that dream again, in which he was light and walked through every inch of Xuli with a nullah knife in his hand.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others. He is a first-class swordsman, and under the heavy money, the knife is merciless.

He was also a wanton prodigal son, happy in life, he could go wherever he wanted, and when he was homesick, he ran back to eat two bowls of local chicken soup made by his mother, and the next day he didn't know where to run to do what he wanted to do.

Xia Mingzhong hadn't had this dream for a long time. I don't know if it was because Jiang Yingnian mentioned the North Sword and the South Sword again during the day, which made him sink into this dream again.

In the dream, it is still the fork in the street in the suburbs of Beijing, and everything is still at the beginning. The neighing of the horses, the angry scolding of the owner of the horse, the innocently injured lady of the official family on the side of the road, and the young man of Nanqin who was dressed in white clothes at first sight.

The young man's scroll was smashed and scattered to the ground, and his arms were all bruised, but he still picked up the official lady first, and then he spoke in a gentle tone to reason with the reckless horse owner.

The so-called theoretical tone is a soft voice unique to the Nanqin area, and Xia Mingzhong, who was passing by on the side, couldn't help but laugh when he saw someone quarreling like this for the first time.

The swordsman shouldn't laugh, and the knife in his hand should be held steady.

The owner of the nullah knife should not stop at such a trivial matter. But that day, he stopped.

That was his fate, and he should have stopped at that time.

Xia Mingzhong sat on the tree and laughed, but he didn't forget to ask: "Hey, your hands are injured and you still have to do it, do you need help?" ”

The heroes who fall from the sky are probably the most eye-catching in the world.

The official lady is Shen Hui, and this glimpse is deeply rooted in my heart.

It was also the most important use of the nullah knife, and before the knife was unsheathed, the rude villain was knocked off his horse by the scabbard.

The young man in white who obviously didn't have the slightest kung fu but insisted on being strong, with white skin and beautiful eyebrows, was Jiang Xian.

The scrolls were scattered on the ground and dirty, and he looked at the mud spots that had been splashed on them, and he obviously hated them and had to pick them up.

"Thank you for your help, I am a student of Mr. Mo Heng of Moyun Academy, Jiang Xian."

Xia Mingzhong put the knife in his hand on the ground, and picked up the scrolls scattered on the ground with the scholar named Jiang Xian.

From now on, the swordsman is no longer the best swordsman, and the person who has a side heart cannot be the best swordsman.

The night is long, but the dream cannot be long.

Xia Mingzhong still woke up, as if every time, he would wake up suddenly after the arrival of this moment in the dream with unmistakable accuracy.

That face would remain in his mind until the end of the long night.

"I am a student of Mr. Mo Heng of Moyun Academy, Jiang Xian."

In the old days, Jiang Xian's radiant appearance, he will always remember.

The most dazzling scholarly spirit was ruined in his hands, and he was not at peace in this life.

Jiang Yingnian rushed to Jiang Xian's room when he returned home, thinking that he must still be resting in bed, but when he entered the house, he didn't see half a figure.

He sighed and turned around to go to Jiang Xian's study.

Sure enough, there was a light in Zhong Sitang.

"Seeing that you weren't resting in the house, I guessed you must be here." Jiang Yingnian stepped into the study and sat on the chair beside Jiang Xian at will.

Jiang Xian was sitting in the study and was flipping through the books, and when he saw Jiang Yingnian coming back, he hurriedly closed the book and said happily: "You are back, I see that Zheshu and Jingcun have arrived early, but I haven't seen you and Ji Yu come back for a long time, which makes me worry!" ”

Jiang Yingnian looked at Jiang Xian carefully and said, "I look better, why are you still so thin?" It's like I'm not full. ”

"Who's like you?" Jiang Xian didn't care, he still had a smile on his face, patted Jiang Yingnian and said: "It is said that the northern border pass is extremely cold, and now that I see you, I am even stronger than before." ”

Jiang Yingnian was inexplicably a little proud when he heard this, and said: "Real men have to be like this, you look at those military camps, which one is not strong and burly?" ”

He flipped through the books on the table at random and continued: "If you want me to say, if you are not in poor health, second brother, you should really take you to the border barracks to exercise for a while. ”

Jiang Xian picked up the book and knocked it on Jiang Yingnian's head, and said with a smile: "It's really out of breath, I just went out not long ago, and I learned to laugh at your second brother, why don't I have energy?" Don't you think I'm good? ”

Jiang Yingnian was knocked like this, and suddenly remembered that at the gate of the Six Princes' Mansion, Xia Mingzhong had greeted Jiang Xian.

He naturally asked: "Second brother, today Guan Jiyu and I went to the Six Kings' Mansion, there are people you know?" ”

As soon as Jiang Xian heard the words "Six Princes' Mansion", the smile on his face quickly disappeared, and he asked rhetorically, "What are you going to do there?" ”

Jiang Yingnian replied truthfully: "Where are we going, it is the sixth prince Ying Wang, he sent someone to invite us over, and his subordinates said that they were your friends!" ”

Jiang Xian's face was calm, and he said, "Are you still serious about the jokes people told you?" The people in the Six Kings' Mansion must be powerful people, how can I be called friends with others! ”

"Aren't you a friend?" Jiang Yingnian sat up straight, leaned over to Jiang Xian and asked, "That person is not an ordinary person, he is Xia Mingzhong of the Northern Dao!" He can't talk nonsense, second brother, think about it again? ”

North Knife, Xia Mingzhong.

Jiang Xian's eyes flashed, and he was still immersed in the joy of reuniting with his younger brother, but at the moment, his face was lifeless, and only an inexplicable gloom remained.

"Maybe it's when I was studying at Moyun Academy in the capital a few years ago, I met a few times." Jiang Xian said lightly: "When have you seen it specifically, it's been a long time, and I can't remember it clearly." ”

Jiang Yingnian walked out of Zhong Sitang, and then remembered that he hadn't eaten a bite of food since the palace banquet ended.

He rubbed his stomach, and now he realized that he was indeed a little hungry. Guan Jiyu, like him, rushed all the way back from the capital, and he must have been hungry.

Jiang Yingnian unconsciously walked to Qing'anju, knocked on the door of Guan Jiyu's basement, and asked, "Have you slept?" ”

Guan Jiyu quickly opened the door, like an uncertain prophet, and said, "What? Coming to me so late, you probably want me to eat together, right? ”

Jiang Yingnian smiled and said: "Guan Jiyu, you really know me more and more, I haven't said what I'm going to do, you can guess it at once?" You weren't supposed to be a roundworm in my stomach in your last life, right? ”

Guan Jiyu's face was disgusted, and he frowned: "You are so disgusting, such disgusting words can come out of your mouth." ”

Although she said disgust, she asked: "It's so late, even if I am hungry, I can't find a place to eat, and the cook in the house should have already rested, where are you going to tell me to eat?" ”

Jiang Yingnian raised her eyebrows and said mysteriously: "It's all in Nanqin, can the third prince still make you hungry?" Just follow me. ”

Guan Jiyu looked suspicious, but still followed him out of the door.

Jiang Yingnian took her straight out of the gate of Jiangfu, and the two walked on the empty street, Guan Jiyu looked at the closed shop on the side of the road, and said, "Look, I said that it is so late, I will definitely not find a place to eat." ”

"It's so boring to go to those places to eat, can I take you to eat in such vulgar places?" Jiang Yingnian swaggered with his hands in his hands and said, "You will know if you follow me." ”

Guan Jiyu pursed his lips, thinking that he was saying that these shops were vulgar at this time, and he had spent a lot of time drinking in these restaurants in the past, right?

"It's pitch black outside, there's nothing." Guan Jiyu wrapped his clothes tightly, quickly followed his footsteps, and said, "There is not even a ghost shadow, see what delicious food you can conjure?!" ”

The street was cold and windy late at night, and there was no moonlight on the road, Guan Jiyu only felt that it was difficult to walk, and he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him.

Jiang Yingnian continued her words: "How do you know that there are no ghosts here? What if? ”

As he was talking, he took advantage of her unpreparedness, suddenly jumped over and made a grimace at her "wow", and howled at the top of his throat: "Ah! The ghost is coming! Don't kill me! ”

The night was already so quiet that it made people feel eerie, and Jiang Yingnian's sudden prank really scared the defenseless Guan Jiyu!

Out of instinctive reaction, Guan Jiyu was so frightened that he quickly hid to the side, and he couldn't see clearly in a panic, and his head hit the stall on the side of the road that no one took away.

The sound of this knock was too loud, and Jiang Yingnian, who was playing, was also stunned, and hurriedly ran over and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" Where did it hit? ”

He ran in her direction, touched her forehead with his hand without hesitation, and then said with peace of mind: "It's okay, there is no blood." ”

Guan Jiyu covered his head and said in pain: "You are sick, pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night, will it scare people to death?" ”

"I'm sorry." His voice sounded above her head, it was his low smile, Jiang Yingnian put his left hand on her shoulder, his right hand gently supported the back of her head, and said softly: "It won't hurt if you blow it, come, the third prince will blow it for you." ”

As he spoke, he actually blew slowly on her forehead.

The cold wind was coming in their direction, and at this time, Jiang Yingnian's tall figure was blocking in front of her, and Guan Jiyu didn't feel cold at all.

It's just that he was so close to her, and it made her feel uncomfortable again.

Guan Jiyu struggled for a moment and wanted to take a step back.

Jiang Yingnian seemed to have guessed that she would be like this, and the hand that was originally protecting the back of her head directly buckled her head.

"Don't move, why are you disobedient?" He said softly.