Traitor, he is bent on death

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Jiang Jintang picked up the hand stove that had just fallen to the ground, and finally warmed his cold fingertips. He said in a low voice, "There will be guards near the altar five days before the praying ceremony. The other party wants to shoot the arrow at the altar, it is obvious that it has been arranged long ago, and the minister just got up on the stage to pray for blessings, what does your majesty think?"

Xuan Lan raised his eyebrows, played with the long arrow in his hand, and said: "This arrow looks familiar."

Jiang Jintang stood up from the ground, and was startled when he saw the long arrow in Xuan Lan's hand clearly.

Xuan Lan's eyes glanced at the word "Jiang" engraved on the Xueliang Peak, and said: "This arrow is exactly the same as the one that was shot at the emperor at nine thousand years old."

Jiang Jintang pursed the corners of his lips, his fingers trembling a little.

The arrow he used back then was the unique Qinglan arrow owned by the most valiant Qinglanwei under Duke Dingguo's seat. Biansha didn't know how many lives were taken away by Qinglan's arrows, so this kind of arrows had a very good reputation in Biansha.

After Duke Dingguo was punished by the Nine Clans for his rebellion, all Qinglan Guards were put to death, and all Qinglan arrows were destroyed. The one in Jiang Jintang's hand was still taken from the corpse.

But now, the Qinglan Arrow, which should have been extinct long ago, has reappeared in the world and was used to shoot the emperor.

The casting method of this arrow is special, the arrowhead is particularly slender and sharp, and the blood groove is also very deep. Mass production, only for Qinglanwei.

Xuan Lan rubbed the word "Jiang" with his thumb, and said: "It seems that the remnants of Ding Guogong's party are causing trouble."

Jiang Jintang's face was as white as frost and snow. He looked at the tiny shadows of civil and military officials under the altar, pursed the corners of his lips, and smiled suddenly: "Your Majesty was joking. Back then, Duke Ding Jiang Fan conspired against the nine clans, including his relatives. The Qinglan guards were all beheaded, and all the Qinglan arrows were counted and returned to the furnace to be remade. When the Jiang family asked about the beheading, they didn't even let go of the five clothes. How can there be Dingguo Gong in this world? What about the remnants?"

"Although I was young back then, I remember that Jiang Fan's reputation was extremely high. Now Qin Xu guards the frontier with great merit and virtue, and there is no longer a seal. Back then, the Jiang family was still powerful. The twelve cities in the frontier only knew the Duke of Ding, but not the Son of Heaven. , has countless followers, and seems to be the second emperor." Xuan Lan said: "Jiang Fan asked to beheaded, and the government and the people were in turmoil. If it weren't for the former emperor's thunderous means, this country would no longer have the surname Xuan."

The expression on Jiang Jintang's face was somewhat indescribable: "Your Majesty thinks so."

Xuan Lan felt that something was wrong with Jiang Jintang's state, so he frowned and said, "Isn't it?"

Jiang Jintang laughed out loud, "Your Majesty is absolutely right."

He said word by word: "Jiang Fan has made great contributions to the Lord, formed a party for personal gain, and tried to challenge the imperial power in vain. He deserves to be killed."

"It's just—" Jiang Jintang looked at the arrow with desolation in his eyes: "It's just that Jiang's family is dead, Qinglanwei is dead, and even Jiang Yuyin, the daughter of Jiang Fan who married His Highness King An, is dead. How come there are still remnants."

Xuan Lan felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Standing in the cold wind, Jiang Jintang's figure is too lonesome and thin, which always makes people wonder if he will be blown away by the wind, but there seems to be something terrible hidden in his thin body, which supports his skin and makes people feel uncomfortable. He still lives in the world like a normal person, instead of turning into an evil ghost to ask for his life.

Jiang Jintang raised his hand and took the green haze arrow from Xuan Lan's hand. Under Xuan Lan's astonished eyes, he casually threw it into the burning sacrificial furnace, and the rare wild goose feathers and selected pear trees were instantly licked by the flame Exhausted, the flames reflected in Jiang Jintang's pupils, he said unhurriedly: "This Qinglan arrow is a counterfeit, it must be someone who wants to assassinate Jiang Fan under the guise of Jiang Fan, I will definitely order Jin Yiwei to investigate this matter thoroughly. "

Xuan Lan suppressed his anger and said: "How does Jiu Qiansui know that this arrow is a counterfeit?!"

Jiang Jintang looked back, a little puzzled: "Didn't Your Majesty see it? I thought Your Majesty saw it... Why don't Your Majesty take a closer look."

He turned his head to look at the fire in the sacrificial furnace, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Ah, it's gone."

"—Jiang Jintang." Xuan Lan raised the volume: "Are you playing me for a fool?!"

Jiang Jintang respectfully said: "How could Your Majesty be a fool, a fool can't sit in this position."

He is clearly gentle, yet strong and unstoppable.

Xuan Lan thought, Jiang Jintang was originally such a person, his coldness and elegance were just a piece of human skin that he put on, and when the human skin was torn off, the insidious, vicious, and ruthless that was exposed was the real him.

Even if he is a sick child with half of his foot in the loess, he still has the ability to turn clouds and rain. Once he wants to get something, the emperor has to avoid it.

Jiang Jintang rested his slender fingers on Xuan Lan's shoulders, and said warmly, "Your Majesty, if you don't pray sincerely, the gods will blame you."

Xuan Lan was angry, so she grabbed Jiang Jintang with that hand, pulled him to kneel on the futon, and said coldly: "In this case, nine thousand years old will accompany me to pray for blessings, and the gods will be more moved."

"..." Jiang Jintang sighed and said, "Your Majesty, according to the rules of etiquette, only the queen can kneel in this place."

Xuan Lan froze.

Yes.

Originally, the praying ceremony was for the emperor and empress to go to the altar together, praying for God to bless the wind and rain this year. Although Xuanlan has not yet established a queen, Taichang Temple still prepares the empress ceremony. The futon next to Xuanlan is for Prepared by the Queen.

But Xuan Lan has a thick skin and never knows what embarrassment means. He just smiled after a moment and said, "I haven't established a queen yet. Nine thousand years old has always been concerned about the country and society. Thousands of Li Shu, the queen's blessing, is up to nine Let Chitose do it for you."

Jiang Jintang was taken aback: "Your Majesty, this is against the rules."

Xuan Lan seemed to have heard a joke: "Isn't Jiu Qiansui doing too many unruly things? Now I'm talking about the rules..."

He put one hand on Jiang Jintang's shoulder, looking light and light, but in fact he used a lot of strength. Jiang Jintang was already weak and could not resist at all, his brows and eyes turned cold.

Xuan Lan pretended not to see it, and still smiled and said: "Nine thousand years old, please accompany me to pray for blessings."

Jiang Jintang pursed his lips.

He is very strange, his face is obviously pale, but his lips are always brightly colored, which makes people wonder if he is a erotic ghost crawling out of hell. Now that he is pursing his lips, the erotic color becomes even more radiant. Lan's eyes dimmed, almost thinking that Jiang Jintang was about to explode, but Jiang Jintang smiled and said lightly: "Your Majesty has an order, how dare I refuse to follow it."

He tidied up his sleeves and knelt down on the futon with a straight back. If someone didn't know him, who would have thought that he was just an eunuch who walked out step by step from a small fishing village.

The two had their own concerns, and did not speak for a while.

The shadow on the sundial is about to move to noon, the sky is fine today, and the sun is gentle, but two people who hate each other are kneeling side by side on the altar to pray for blessings. To replace the Queen Qigu?

At this moment, a gust of wind passed by, Xuan Lan glanced at the scale on the sundial, it was time for lunch at this time, so he turned his head to look at Jiang Jintang, and suddenly asked: "Nine thousand years old, are you hungry?"

The author has something to say:

It is true that the dog emperor has stood up in advance.