Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang never knew what to do with Xuan Lan.

Not to mention that he is also very good at acting like a baby. When he draws his voice and looks at people obediently, Jiang Jintang has nothing to do.

Even at this time, he was pressed on the bed by this son of a bitch and gnawed on his neck.

"Xuan Lan." Jiang Jintang gasped, and said, "You really don't want your life? If the wound opens again..."

Xuan Lan's voice was muffled: "You don't want to die, what should I do? It's better to spend more time with you before I die. If that's the case, I won't lose if I die."

"..." Jiang Jintang didn't know what to say about him, "If you don't get up again, I'm going to be angry."

Xuan Lan got up reluctantly, and Jiang Jintang immediately went to see his wound, but luckily it didn't burst open, he couldn't help frowning and said: "I didn't know how to take good care of it when I was young, when you reach my age, you just need to take care of it." I know it's hard."

Xuan Lan said: "Then you also have to give me a chance so that I can live until then."

Jiang Jintang pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xuan Lan held his hand, let his hand stick to her cheek, and looked at him with watery eyes: "A Tang, Daye Dynasty has a vast territory, not only the Jiangnan with small bridges and flowing water, but also the lonely smoke in the desert and the boundless land. Meadow."

"I want to go with you to watch the sunset outside the Great Wall, and run horses under the vast sky."

Jiang Jintang looked away and said, "Are you still running like this?"

He withdrew his hand, stood up and walked out, Xuan Lan's expression became gloomy for a moment, and his voice was aggrieved: "Where are you going?"

"..." Jiang Jintang: "You don't eat? Starve to death."

This is a bad thing.

He asked people to pass on the meal, both of them were seriously ill, and they ate very lightly. After eating, Xuan Lan clamored to go out for a walk. With teary eyes and unable to let go, I had to ask someone to push the four-wheeled cart.

He really didn't understand, Xuan Shen and Lin Yuanlan were both decent people, how could they give birth to such a dishonest thing as Xuan Lan.

Xuan Lan sat on the four-wheeled cart as she wished, wrapped in a thick cloak, and was pushed out of the Qianyuan Hall by Jiang Jintang.

At this time, the moon and stars were scarce outside, and the palace was lit with lamps everywhere, which was really beautiful, only the palace could have such a prosperous scene.

The summer flowers in the imperial garden were just in bloom, and there were two crabapple trees in Xifu blooming brilliantly. Xuan Lan looked up at the flowers and trees, and asked Jiang Jintang, "Is this the kind of crabapple tree planted in Duke Dingguo's mansion?"

"No." Jiang Jintang said softly, "Dingguo Mansion planted the Chuisi crabapple, which was transplanted from the south of the Yangtze River. The people in the garden took a lot of care to make it bloom every year."

"Is there any difference?" Xuan Lan asked.

The wind passed, and the petals of the crabapple rustled down. Jiang Jintang raised his hand, took a flower that fell in Xuan Lan's hair, put it in his hand, and said: "Caisi crabapple, the flower should be smaller, hang down On the branches, it looks like a small lantern."

Lying on the hospital bed when he was a child was really boring, so he could kill a lot of time by counting the crabapple flowers outside the window.

Xuan Lan thought for a while, and said: "I still remember that I met your parents a few times when I was young. Mrs. Dingguo is a very kind person."

Jiang Jintang hummed, and pushed him to continue walking, Xuan Lan suddenly said: "A Tang, if I were you, I can't do it."

Jiang Jintang was taken aback, understood what he meant, and smiled.

"Actually, father has always known." Jiang Jintang said softly, "The Jiang family is powerful, and too much respect is just pushing the Jiang family down the cliff step by step. For the emperor, he is not afraid of a person with a bad record gaining power. It's because I'm afraid that people with too good a reputation will win the hearts of the people."

"So when Xuanshen made the decree, my father was not surprised." The wheels of the four-wheeled cart ran over fallen flowers, there was an unknown fragrance in the wind, summer insects were chirping, and the lights were brightly lit. Jiang Jintang's voice was extraordinarily special in such a night. Qing Leng: "He didn't die under the king's butcher's knife, but died in front of his own way."

"In those years, there were always people who complained about the court, and there were always people who said in my father's ear, why don't we go against each other."

"Xuan Shen may not believe in his father's loyalty, but he is just afraid." Jiang Jintang pursed his lips and said, "He is afraid that one day, his father will be placed in a high position and he will have to rebel."

Xuan Lan said: "A Tang..."

"I know all about it." Jiang Jintang said: "I have learned the art of emperor's vertical and horizontal strokes as much as you do. I understand Xuan Shen's concerns, but it doesn't mean I don't hate him. It's two different things."

"A Tang." Xuan Lan said suddenly, "You lower your head."

"Huh?" Jiang Jintang lowered his head subconsciously.

Xuan Lan raised her neck, kissed his lips lightly, then pressed against the corner of his lips, murmured: "I love you so much..."

"You said...how could I love you so much?"

Jiang Jintang was startled.

The boy's eyelashes trembled, and tears rolled down, hitting the back of Jiang Jintang's hand, "If only... I was born a few years earlier."

"Then I can know you when you are very young, and I will protect you instead."

Jiang Jintang was at a loss for Xuan Lan's coquetry, let alone his tears. He was a little dazed: "Why are you crying?"

He patted Xuan Lan's head and said, "It's good that you are like this now."

Xuan Lan hugged his waist, choked up and said: "Sometimes I'm very jealous of Xuan Ke, he and you have known each other for so long, if I were him, even if I was beaten to death by your parents, I would come to propose marriage ..." He hugged him even harder: "I want to tell everyone in the world that I like Jiang Jintang and I want to marry Jiang Jintang. All my love affairs started with Jiang Jintang and ended with Jiang Jintang...I will never fall in love again Others, like loving you."

The young man's fiery affection is almost overflowing, like a wildfire that spreads across the sky in an instant, which cannot be extinguished or stopped.

"Xuan Lan." Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelashes: "I never knew, what do you like about me? You..."

"I like everything." Xuan Lan said, "From the first moment I saw you, I liked you."

Jiang Jintang laughed: "The first time you saw me, you were only three years old. Did you know what liking was at that time?"

"...Three years old?"

Jiang Jintang gestured: "When I saw you for the first time, you were so tall. I saw you and liked it very much. I wanted to take you home. I ate cakes for you. I wanted to ask you if you ate me. Do you want to go home with me." When he said this, he smiled: "I found out later that you are the little prince."

"Yes." Xuan Lan raised her head and said seriously: "After eating your pastries, I will be yours. Now you ask me if I want to go home with you."

Jiang Jintang felt that he might not be so clear-headed. Looking at the young man's clear eyes, he actually asked, "Xuan Lan, do you want to go home with me?"

Xuan Lan hugged him, as if she had found her long-lost treasure, and said in a trembling voice, "I want—"

"Jiang Jintang, I'll go home with you."

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