Traitor, he is bent on death

If other people heard this, they might be so frightened that they would kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, but Jiang Jintang not only did not panic, but instead smiled: "Your Majesty the Emperor, you are not happy, so why bother to find fault."

Xuan Lan also laughed angrily: "Nine thousand years old don't even bother to be an emperor, what more do you want?"

The cold wind in early spring blew the yellow flags hanging around the altar. Jiang Jintang coughed twice and tasted the faint smell of blood. He suppressed the smell of blood and said softly, "In this world, there is something more meaningful than the throne." ,a lot of."

Xuan Lan had a very strong feeling of being humiliated.

He was still working hard to secure his seat on the dragon chair, but Jiang Jintang was very disdainful, as if the vast expanse of land now was handed over to Xuan Lan smoothly because of his disdain.

If another person said this, Xuan Lan would not be angry, and would even find it ridiculous, but when he said it from Jiang Jintang's mouth, his rationality was almost exhausted. By the time he realized it, he was already very close to Jiang Jintang. Monarchs and ministers confront each other on the altar, swords drawn.

Xuan Lan stared into Jiang Jintang's eyes: "Since Jiu Qiansui has such an idea, why does he hold on to the power in his hand and refuse to let it go?"

Jiang Jintang quietly looked at himself reflected in Xuan Lan's pupils. After several years of wind, frost, rain and snow, he was no longer like a young boy. If he could stand here with Xuan Shen more than ten years ago, that would be his victory. Now that Xuan Shen has been buried in the earth for many years, he is already a bone of bones, so how can he compete with a child like Xuan Lan?

Jiang Jintang suddenly got tired, rubbed the center of his brows, just like every time he didn't want to argue with Xuan Lan, and said, "I'm lying, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Xuan Lan felt aggrieved by hitting the cotton with his fist, his fighting spirit was high, but Jiang Jintang calmed down, and looked at him with the eyes of a child.

Xuan Lan hated Jiang Jintang's eyes very, very, very much.

He has grown up long ago, his body has become slender, his shoulders have become broad, the instructors in the martial arts field are no longer his opponents, all the civil and military officials are convinced, only Jiang Jintang still treats him like a child.

If you don't want to care about it, just laugh it off, and if you make a decision, you will directly implement it, and never ask his opinion.

All Jiang Jintang's regress, forbearance, and resignation were all because he felt that he was still a child.

Who would care so much about a child.

The evil fire in Xuan Lan's heart ignited, grabbed Jiang Jintang's slender wrist suddenly, and said coldly: "What if I don't forgive you?!"

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled, and he looked down at his clasped hand. The Zhaodian red ring on his index finger was almost blindingly red, like blood spattered from someone's heart.

He said slowly: "Then please punish the crime, Your Majesty."

It would be best to ban him for a few more months. Jiang Jintang felt that it was a good feeling not to have to go up to face each other, and he couldn't wait to experience it again.

"Nine thousand years old, do you think I dare not?" Xuan Lan's voice was lowered, with a bit of ferocity that belonged to the cubs of wild beasts.

Jiang Jintang sighed: "You are the son of heaven, you are the father of the emperor, you have everything..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly thrown to the ground by Xuan Lan.

Jiang Jintang's pupils dilated slightly, and he didn't understand why Xuan Lan was going crazy. He didn't realize that it wasn't the spring breeze whistling past his ears, but a cold arrow.

The long arrow was nailed to the mahogany pillar supporting the canopy with such force that it almost pierced the mahogany.

Wang Laifu saw the movement of the two people on the altar from a distance, but he couldn't see clearly, and it is not good to make loud noises in the current occasion, so he could only walk around in a hurry.

A short whistle sounded suddenly above the altar, and Huo Xun, the commander of the imperial army, changed his expression and said in a low voice, "There are assassins!"

Wang Laifu was shocked: "What, what?!"

Huo Xun said in a low voice: "Your Majesty ordered me to pursue, the prince must not make any noise."

Wang Laifu's short legs trembled and his voice trembled: "Then, is Your Majesty alright?!"

"Your Majesty is fine." Huo Xun clenched his saber tightly and said, "I'll go ahead."

"Commander Huo, be careful!" Wang Laifu sent Huo Xun away, and hurriedly and anxiously looked at the situation on the altar. It's a pity that when the founding emperor built the altar, he followed the instructions of the Sitian Supervisor, and the repair was extremely high. It is said that This can get closer to the gods, so that the gods can hear the emperor's prayers clearly.

I don't know if it will be closer to the god king Laifu, but it is very good to be isolated from the sight of mortals.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Xuan Lan's shiny black hair fell on Jiang Jintang's snowy cheeks. The contrast between black and white was shocking.

In order to avoid the shattering arrow just now, almost half of Xuan Lan's body was pressed on Jiang Jintang's body, his chest pressed against his chest, and his two hearts beat together. It was clearly the cold early spring, but Xuan Lan's back was covered with a thin layer of sweat , his palm rested on the ground, and on the back of his hand was Jiang Jintang's blue silk, as warm and cool as silk, but Xuan Lan felt that a small piece of skin was being burned by fire.

Jiang Jintang was slammed on the ground, still a little dazed, his pair of scorpion-like scorpions looked over in a daze, making people feel that Jiangnan Yanyu's pear blossoms are infinitely beautiful, all locked in these scorpions, it is hard to see in the world stunning.

Xuan Lan's breathing suddenly became heavier.

At this moment, the grand scene in front of me overlaps with the spring scenery in my dream.

In his deepest dream, he once looked down at Jiang Jintang like this, and then leaned over and kissed him.

Xuan Lan was almost bewitched by this alluring beauty, when he caught a glimpse of a little red.

During the action just now, Jiang Jintang's clothes were ripped into a mess. Now he was lying on the soft fox fur, but the collar of the snow-white brocade jacket woven with silver patterns was scattered, revealing his slender neck and a little shoulder.

Jiang Jintang's skin was pale, so the red mole above the collarbone was particularly conspicuous, because it was born on the jagged collarbone, like a late spring and early summer blooming in bloom.

Xuan Lan lowered her eyes and reached out her hand as if wanting to touch the bright red, but Jiang Jintang pinched her wrist.

Jiang Jintang had no strength in his hands because of his illness, but held it lightly, but stared at Xuan Lan coldly: "What is your Majesty doing?"

Xuan Lan said: "Is this a tattoo? It's unique, like a crabapple flower."

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelids and said calmly, "No, I was born with it."

After a pause, he said: "Your Majesty, you are really heavy. If you don't get up again, you can collect the corpse for your minister."

Xuan Lan: "..."

Xuan Lan got up with a dark face, no one was watching anyway, he didn't bother to care about the majesty of the emperor, so he sat on the ground and looked at Jiang Jintang, mockingly said: "Nine thousand years old is really very delicate."

Jiang Jintang straightened his collar, covered his heart and coughed twice. Seeing that his fingers were bright red again, he sighed silently and wiped away the blood with a handkerchief.

Xuan Lan didn't see him vomiting blood, turned around and pulled out the long arrow, looked carefully for a while, and then asked Jiang Jintang with a half-smile: "Jiu Qiansui thinks, whose life is this arrow coming for?"