Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

So, the whole play ends.

The little girl couldn't figure it out, even herself, the killer of Huamanlou Qianhua, didn't know Shen Qianjin's identity as a man, so how did the young master know it?

Hmph, it must be fake!

The young master must have been deceived by that middle-aged fat man!

Jiang Qingyu said helplessly:

"That's the truth."

"Shen Qianjin always likes to reciprocate. I treated him to a dozen bowls of hot tea that day, and he might return me more than 1000 bowls of Zhuangxing wine."

"After all, good businessmen never bet everything on one person."

"Using more than 1000 bowls of wine to invest in a son who may become a prince is also a very cost-effective deal."

The little girl snorted softly and muttered:

"If, if..."

"If he really brought out more than 1000 bowls of Zhuangxing wine for the young master, then I will admit that he is the Shen Qianjin who married the swordsman!"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu couldn't understand what the little girl was saying at all.

"Bang, bang—"

At this moment, there were bursts of crackling firecrackers not far away.

It's child time.

It also represents the arrival of the new year.

The little girl stood on tiptoe, leaned her head on Jiang Qingyu's shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Master, Happy New Year."

Jiang Qingyu responded with a smile:

"Silly girl, I hope you are happy every day."

……

at the same time.

With the sound of firecrackers, Ziyan Courtyard also welcomed the first guest of the new year.

"Young master, someone is here."

The little girl was the first to hear footsteps.

Jiang Qingyu looked up, but saw a familiar young man appearing at the gate of the courtyard.

The visitor held a string of firecrackers in one hand, a jug of wine in the other, and two swords behind his back. He looked at the master and servant with a smile, and joked:

"Fourth brother, did I come at the wrong time?"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu didn't know how to answer for a while.

Beside her, the little girl exclaimed the identity of the person:

"Second, Second Young Master?"

Chapter 77 I don't want brother to brother

The sudden visit of Jiang Qingjian, the second son of the palace, was unexpected by Jiang Qingyu.

At this time, shouldn't he have a drink with all the guests and soldiers in Qifengju?

Why did you come to Ziyan Courtyard to see yourself?

"Fourth brother..."

"I don't seem to welcome me?"

Jiang Qingjian stood outside the courtyard gate with a friendly smile on his face.

"No, no, just a little surprised."

Jiang Qingyu came back to her senses:

"It's cold outside, second brother, please come in."

Jiang Qingjian was also polite, walked in, handed the firecrackers to the little girl, and said "Happy New Year."

The little girl thanked her with a smile, and then, in order not to disturb the two of them, she hopped and left the yard under Jiang Qingyu's doting gaze, and went outside to play with firecrackers.

……

inside the house.

The two are sitting opposite each other.

Jiang Qingjian poured two glasses of wine, first drank one himself, and then pushed the other in front of Jiang Qingyu:

"Qingyu, you and I haven't sat down to have a serious chat together for many years, right?"

Jiang Qingyu picked up the wine glass and nodded:

"Second brother has been fighting abroad, and the time at home for a year is less than half a month, but this time the New Year's Eve was rushed back until yesterday, and I am weak and sick, resting in the room all day, most of the time They all shut the door and see no visitors, so they never found a chance to chat."

Jiang Qingjian shook his head with a smile, and said directly:

"Why make any excuses?"

"Who outsiders don't know that you and my brother have already been in the same situation because of the dispute between the sons and daughters?"

"Do you think it's useful to hide in the room all the time? After all, you were born in the royal family, and there are some things you can't avoid!"

He paused and said again:

"Fourth brother, to tell you the truth, there are people in the army who persuade me to hire killers to take your life every day, and some even sneak into the palace behind my back to assassinate you."

"..."

Jiang Qingyu was speechless.

Brother, you are too direct, right?

Jiang Qingjian glanced at the famous sword Shuoyue on the table, and said with a sneer:

"But none of those idiots who acted without permission were wiped out by the palace's hidden guards before they got within a hundred feet of Ziyanyuan!"

"so……"

"Fourth brother, don't blame your father for neglecting you on weekdays. In fact, he still takes care of you."

Jiang Qingyu nodded slightly, admitting this.

He has always known that there are hidden guards near the Ziyan Courtyard who refused to be arranged by the King of the North, so he dared to sleep in the house unscrupulously.

Jiang Qingjian laughed at himself.

"To be honest, I'm actually a little excited to hear the news of the fourth brother's recent rise."

"If you keep hiding, I won't send someone to test you and you won't be able to sleep well, but you can't find anything after repeated testing, and you will inevitably be suspicious and restless."

"But you showed your sharpness, but I was relieved instead."

"Especially when the father decided to use the winter hunting competition to determine the heir to the throne."

He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down:

"I, Jiang Qingjian, have been in the army for ten years, and I have never slack off for a day. Although I am not as good as my father in the past, I have also gained a little reputation on the grassland. Now the army with less than 2000 people in Beidi has seen Qingjian of my army. All the flags are frightened!"

"so……"

"In terms of other aspects, I may not be comparable to my fourth brother, but in terms of fighting, you are far inferior to me."

Jiang Qingyu said frankly:

"Second brother is brave, I have always admired him."

He hated Jiang's lineage who put his hand into the Bingzhou Military Headquarters, and his second wife Jiang Jing's behavior of leading wolves into the house, but he didn't hate his second brother Jiang Qingjian who had been working hard outside.

even……

There is a little bit of admiration.

It's a pity that the two have different positions.

Jiang Qingjian not only protects the interests of the palace, but also the interests of the Jiang family!

And these two interests are bound to collide someday.

Jiang Qingyu didn't think Jiang Qingjian had the ability to balance it.

Because strictly speaking, Jiang Qingjian himself is just a pawn of the Jiang family.

So he reminded:

"Second brother, there is a question I wanted to ask you a long time ago."

"If you become king, where should you put the Jiang family?"

"..."

Jiang Qingjian remained silent.

He has been thinking about this question over and over again.

I believe that it is precisely because of this reason that the King of Rejecting the North has been reluctant to hand over the position of heir to himself.

Jiang Qingyu continued:

"The Jiang family already has Yongzhou, and now they have extended their hands into Bingzhou. In addition, Ke Tucha, the 'Wolf King' of Youzhou, will definitely not accept you. No state has the surname Jiang anymore!"

"Then what's the use of this hereditary replacement?"

Jiang Qingjian sighed slightly.

"This matter..."

"Let's talk about it after I sit on the throne."

"No one can predict the outcome until the end."

Immediately afterwards, a smile appeared on his face again, he looked directly into Jiang Qingyu's eyes, and said word by word:

"Besides, how do you know..."

"The Jiang family is using me, so why am I not using them?"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu was slightly taken aback.

It seems that his second brother is not without a city.

suddenly.

Jiang Qingjian got up and stretched:

"Okay, I have to go. Today's dinner party has delayed a lot of time, and I have to go back to the Incense Burner Yard to complete my sword practice for two hours!"

Jiang Qingyu also stood up:

"Second brother, walk slowly."

Jiang Qingjian patted his shoulder:

"If we say goodbye today, we will meet tomorrow and we will be competitors."

"I don't want siblings to fight each other, making my father unhappy, and..."

"If I kill you, I will feel guilty."

"so……"

"Fourth brother, we might as well divide the Beidi Grassland into two, and each take half as a hunting spot, without interfering with each other, and return to the starting point to gather after a month, and judge the superiority based on the military achievements of each, how about it?"