Traitor, he is bent on death

"May I ask if Mr. Jiang is in the car?" An old voice suddenly sounded.

Seeing someone coming, Jian Yuanjia paused, then turned his eyes to Jiang Jintang and said, "It's the abbot of Jingyuan of Huguo Temple."

Jiang Jintang was stunned for a moment, lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage, and nodded to Jing Yuan: "Abbot."

Jingyuan's cloudy eyes reflected Jiang Jintang's appearance, and he sighed softly: "The last time I saw you, son, I didn't look as haggard as I am now."

Jiang Jintang smiled: "The abbot and I haven't seen each other for ten years, but the abbot is the same as ten years ago, nothing has changed."

"I'm a monk, so I don't suffer from the world, but the young master is different." Jing Yuan sighed: "The young master used to be the person who I have seen the most in the world."

"……once?"

Jing Yuan smiled slightly: "Jiang's family has bones like mountains, rivers of blood and tears, so many karmic obstacles in the world were once borne by the young master alone, but now, someone has shared half of the burden for the young master."

Jiang Jintang subconsciously glanced at the person in the imperial costume in the distance.

"Ten years ago, the son drew three sticks at the Huguo Temple and signed the lottery. At that time, the old monk said to the son, there is no solution to this lottery. The solution lies in the hearts of the people. God can't arrange the son's life. It is the fate of premature death, so I asked for three white lottery sticks." Jing Yuan clasped her hands together and said: "Now ten years have passed, and the person who has solved the lottery has appeared, congratulations, young master."

Jiang Jintang was a little dazed: "...what?"

Jing Yuan said: "Although God was unfair, it finally gave young master a ray of hope. The person who released the lottery was the young master who hit the magic star. There is no calamity, and it is the only salvation."

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelashes and smiled: "The abbot was joking. Tang was able to see Jiang's justice redressed with his dying body. The matter in the world is over. Next, we should go to the underworld to plead guilty with our ancestors."

Jing Yuan shook her head: "Actually, no one in the world can restrain the young master, but the young master puts heavy shackles on himself. Why bother? The young master felt ashamed of his clansmen, so he endured the humiliation for 12 years, and death is not a pity, but now the sin is cleared. Do you want to blame your lottery again?"

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled.

His voice was hoarse: "Tang... has no face to see his ancestors."

From the moment he fell in love with Xuanlan, his sins could not be redeemed.

He has always known that he is special to Xuan Lan, and other people can also see this specialness.

He couldn't deny that when Xuan Lan was very young, from the first time he saw Xuan Lan, he liked this child very much.

It is also true that I want to take it back and raise it.

Now that Xuan Lan has grown up, he still wants to take this boy home.

Jing Yuan said: "Master, have you ever lived for yourself?"

Jiang Jintang: "...never."

He was afraid of seeing his relatives weeping, so he tried hard to live. Later, he was afraid that his ancestors and ancestors would not rest in peace, so he lived for revenge.

Calculating carefully, these 30 years have passed by, and there is not a day when I live for myself.

"Back then, Dingguo public Danshu Iron Coupons were used to protect Young Master's life. Does Young Master know why?"

"...I don't know." Jiang Jintang said in a low voice, "I never knew why my father chose me...I..."

"Because Ding Guogong knows that among so many people who are about to die, only you, young master, have never really lived."

"Other people, whether they are suffering, or plain, or happy, are all living for themselves, but you have been living for others." Jingyuan shook her head and sighed: "The night before the question, I went to see the Duke On the one hand, he said, you have been intelligent since you were young, but if you are extremely intelligent, you will be hurt. It is not a good thing to see everything too clearly. Once you are blinded, you will be lost forever. To be able to know what is called real 'live' in the passage of time."

"..." Jiang Jintang coughed, covered his lips, and coughed up a big mouthful of blood: "Father, he..."

Jian Yuanjia hurriedly got out of the car to support him, and Jiang Jintang grabbed Jian Yuanjia's pale skin with bruised veins on the back: "Father...does he think so?"

Jing Yuan said slowly: "This is the last words left by the Duke 11 years ago to the young master, but 11 years ago, if the old monk told the young master, it would be useless. Now that the clouds have dispersed and the sun is rising, the young master is not in poverty, and the time of death is not yet here. The son is precious."

He took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist, put them in Jiang Jintang's hand, chanted Namo Amitabha, and turned to leave.

Jiang Jintang tightly grasped the Buddhist beads in his hand, and suddenly spat out a big mouthful of blood. A gorgeous flower bloomed on the ground from that mouthful of blood, which looked very much like a crabapple.

"For myself..." Jiang Jintang closed his eyes, "Live for myself."

It turned out that the dust had settled, and his three hands had drawn blank lots, and there was also a way to understand it.

……

Xuan Lan personally buried Jiang Jintang's parents and elder brothers in Jiang's ancestral grave.

It was already very late when he returned to the palace, the moon was hanging alone in the sky, Qin Sang followed behind him with her head down, she was silent for an unknown amount of time before she said: "What's the relationship between you and my uncle?"

Xuan Lan's voice was lazy: "The relationship between the monarch and his ministers."

"You're lying." Qin Sang said with red eyes, "I've seen you kiss him already."

Xuan Lan stopped, squatted down, and looked at the young boy: "Then tell me, what is the relationship between me and him?"

Qin Sang gritted his teeth and said, "Let my uncle go."

"That can't be done." Xuan Lan said softly, "If I don't have him, I will die."

Qin Sang said: "It's none of our business whether you die or not?! My grandfather and his family were all given to death by your father, so why do you keep my uncle locked up?!"

The boy's love and hate always seem to be so clear, without a trace of impurities, clean, so that people can see the bottom at a glance.

The surrounding palace people were frightened into silence, but Xuan Lan smiled: "I'm sorry for him, so I have to make it up to him."

He stood up and said, "If you leave me, he will die too."

Qin Sang said loudly: "No way!"

Wang Laifu quickly gave Qin Sang a hand: "Oh, my young master, don't talk back to Your Majesty, if Your Majesty gets angry..."

Qin Sang said: "If he touches me, I will report to my uncle."

Wang Laifu: "..."

This is the death spot of His Majesty so well.

Qin Sang is Jiang Jintang's only living relative, so one can imagine how important he is to Jiang Jintang. Wang Laifu can even imagine Jiang Jintang slapping Xuan Lan because of Qin Sang... Tsk, it's too scary.

"You think you're the only one who will sue?" Xuan Lan sneered: "When I acted like a baby with him, you were not born yet."

Qin Sang: "..."

The two seemed to be arguing all the way, but when they entered the Qianyuan Hall, they suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Jintang was wrapped in a black cloak and stood on the steps holding a palace lantern in his hand.

Even the moonlight was gentle to him, outlining his delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes, the accumulated stones were like jade, the pine trees were like emerald green, and Lang Yan was unique.

Xuan Lan pursed the corners of her lips, stepped forward and said, "Didn't Wang Laifu say you were asleep?"

Jiang Jintang looked at Xuan Lan condescendingly, and said in a low voice, "I couldn't sleep, I found out that you haven't come back yet, what did you do?"

Xuan Lan said: "There are many political affairs today. After all, the family has just fallen, and there are many things to deal with..."

Jiang Jintang didn't know whether to believe it or not, he just hummed.

Xuan Lan held his hand, it was cold, he couldn't help frowning: "Although it's summer, it's still cold at night, why are you standing here blowing the cold wind?"

Jiang Jintang was silent for a moment before saying, "I want to wait for you to come back."

Xuan Lan froze, "A Tang, you..."

Jiang Jintang withdrew his hand and said, "Go in."

Xuan Lan turned around and glanced at Qin Sang, and said to Wang Laifu, "Give this little brat a place to live."

Qin Sang looked displeased, Wang Laifu held him down, and said, "Obey."

Xuan Lan followed Jiang Jintang into the main hall, the palace guards closed the door, and there were many lights inside. Jiang Jintang casually blew out the palace lanterns and put them aside. He took off his cloak and looked up at Xuan Lan: "When are you going to let me go?" ?”

Xuan Lan's dark eyes flashed past, he suppressed his violence, and said, "A Tang, where do you want to go? I can go with you."

"You know what I mean." Jiang Jintang said calmly.

The veins on Xuan Lan's forehead twitched, and he said restrainedly: "You know, I won't let you go."

"Xuan Lan..."

"Shut up." Xuan Lan hugged him, buried her head on his shoulder and neck, her voice was hoarse: "If you say anything I don't like again, I'll kiss you."

Jiang Jintang's waist is so thin, Xuan Lan was afraid that he would break it with a little force, so he slowly loosened it a little bit, rubbing the tip of his tall nose against his delicate neck, "Your lips are so long Pretty, but unwilling to say what I want to hear."

Jiang Jintang's breath was a little unsteady, he raised Xuan Lan's head with his hand, and looked into the boy's eyes: "Xuan Lan, I really regret that I gave you the kidney bean roll 16 years ago."

"……what?"

Jiang Jintang didn't answer, but closed his eyes, and a soft kiss landed on the corner of Xuan Lan's lips.

The candle flame crackled, and Xuan Lan's heart was beating extremely fast at this moment, his Adam's apple moved, he grabbed Jiang Jintang's waist suddenly, and kissed him deeper.

He pried open Jiang Jintang's teeth, to touch the tender flesh in his mouth, encroaching on every bit of softness, as if he wanted to eat him whole before he was reconciled.

A tear slipped from the corner of Jiang Jintang's eye and hit Xuan Lan's face. Xuan Lan froze, let go of Jiang Jintang a little, and saw that the corners of his eyes were red.

Jiang Jintang's voice was very soft: "Xuan Lan, for the past 12 years, I feel like a caged animal. I can see the vast world outside, but I can't get out."

"I locked myself up." He opened his eyes and said blankly, "But I... can't find the key."

Xuan Lan kissed the tear stains at the corner of his eyes lightly, with a trembling voice: "You and I are both trapped beasts in a cage..."

"If you can't tell the winner, then fight to the death."

"A Tang." He hugged Jiang Jintang, as if he had found an important part of his body that had been lost for many years.

"If you can't come out, let me lock myself in, okay?"

The author has something to say:

I saw a comment today saying that looking at the catalog makes me feel abused, good guy, isn’t what I wrote a peerless sweet article? ?

Then I feel the need to explain:

①: Xuan Lan didn't feel sorry for Tangtang, he couldn't stab himself to death to make amends to the Jiang family, so all Tangtang's plans were in vain.

②: Xuan Shen is very rubbish, but in his position, the emperor cannot tolerate a general who is more popular than himself, and Jiang Fan has no rebellion, which does not mean that other people have no ambitions, he is set on fire Roasting, either was not tolerated by the emperor, or was forced to rebel.

③: I think Xuan Lan has done everything that can be done. In ancient times, a son who overthrew Laozi and exposed Laozi in public would be scolded to death, even if he is the emperor.

④: I think death will never be a relief, no matter how difficult it is, we should live on.

Thank you for your support, everyone.