Traitor, he is bent on death

Fortunately, Jiu Qiansui accepted the favor of the emperor, stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of kidney bean roll, and slowly ate it, which made Xuan Lan hold back the fire in his throat, and said: "I remember the little one I don’t know where I ate a kind of kidney bean rolls, and the cooks in the palace couldn’t make that kind of taste.”

Jiang Jintang paused, but Xuan Lan still had some memories. The children's world was only about eating, drinking and having fun. He remembered the taste of the kidney bean rolls, but he didn't remember the person who gave him the kidney bean rolls.

Jiang Jintang's mother is from the south of the Yangtze River, and she is especially good at making these pastries. Naturally, the cooks in the palace can't make the same taste.

Xuan Lan didn't hear a reply after finishing speaking, turned around and saw him eating kidney bean rolls in small bites, his fingertips were white, kidney bean rolls were white, only his lips were a little bit rosy.

Xuan Lan felt that Jiang Jintang at this moment looked a lot like a cat.

A white, delicate, and very bad-tempered cat.

Xuan Lan thinks this idea is a bit funny, Jiang Jintang is clearly a tiger who dominates the mountain, apart from being a bit delicate, he has nothing to do with a soft and cute kitten.

Jiang Jintang regained his composure after eating a piece of pastry, and couldn't help sighing inwardly.

Time passed year after year, and he was also aging with the time. Although he was not in good health when he was young, when he left the capital in fresh clothes and angry horses, he was still young and unrestrained, romantic and unrestrained. After a few hours, he already looked like he was about to blow the lamp and pull out the wax.

"If your majesty wants something, you will always get it, let alone a piece of pastry." Jiang Jintang smiled, and then answered Xuanlan slowly.

Xuan Lan understood the meaning of his words.

He will get what he wants in the end, not because he has been loved by many people, but because he is the Son of Heaven, the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, if all the power in this world is in his hands, then there is nothing that the Son of Heaven cannot get of.

However, Xuan Lan did not have such power, and it was especially ironic that Jiang Jintang, the number one official, said these words.

But one day, he will take back these things that should belong to him from Jiang Jintang. If Jiang Jintang remembers what he said today...

Xuan Lan slowly clenched her fists, thinking, she might regret it too late.

The ancient bell rang in the Huguo Temple not far away. At noon, the monks of Huguo Temple were ringing the bell to pray for blessings.

Hearing the vicissitudes of life, Xuan Lan suddenly remembered something: "I once heard an anecdote about nine thousand years old."

Jiang Jintang raised his eyes: "Oh?"

Xuan Lan said: "It is said that before the death of the late emperor, he was seriously ill and could not go to Huguo Temple to pray for blessings. Nine thousand years old went there on his behalf, but in Huguo Temple, he asked for three branches to make a lottery."

"There is such a thing." Jiang Jintang said quietly: "Your Majesty doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, why are you asking about this matter again?"

Xuan Lan smiled and said: "Isn't this curious? After all, it's the first time I've heard of three lots being drawn. How did the old bald donkey from Huguo Temple solve the three lots drawn by Nine Thousand Years? "

Jiang Jintang recalled nine years ago when he entered the Huguo Temple on behalf of the Son of Heaven, the rain was long and dense, and the Bodhisattva in the Daxiong Hall lowered his brows and the Vajra glared.

At that time, he was still a little young and frivolous, and he didn't want to believe in the fate of people easily. Therefore, when he drew the first lottery, he rolled it twice, but all of them were cursed. The abbot of the temple recited Amitabha directly, saying that it was rare in his life.

"These three lottery are the lottery that I asked for myself. It has nothing to do with the fate of the country. Your Majesty don't have to worry about it." Jiang Jintang didn't want to talk about it, so he said perfunctorily.

"If Aiqing asked for a lottery for me, I should ask more questions." Xuan Lan smiled sweetly and spoke softly. Even though he knew it was just an illusion, people with worldly eyes are still easy to be deceived. I think he is pitiful and cute.

Jiang Jintang had such worldly eyes.

Maybe it's because Xuan Lan got close to him when he was very young, and once Xuan Lan behaved well, he was a little overwhelmed.

"Master Jingyuan didn't release the lottery." Jiang Jintang said: "There is no solution to this lottery."

Xuan Lan was taken aback.

Because the first emperor believed in Buddhism, he and the Empress Dowager Renhui visited many Buddhist temples when they were young, and also asked for many lottery, both good and bad, but they have never met unsolvable lottery.

"Master Jingyuan said that there is no solution to signing, but the solution lies in people's hearts." Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelashes, and a bright red ring was reflected in his eyes: "God can't arrange the fate of my minister, so I asked for three white lottery."

Xuan Lan smiled: "I never believed in those godly monks in Huguo Temple, but what Jingyuan Balu said is really Zen-like."

Last night, the supervisor of the Sitianjian watched the sky at night, speculating that there will be wind and rain today, and the weather was fine in the morning, but now the wind suddenly turned black, dark clouds came over without warning, and a few drops of drizzle were known.

Xuan Lan looked up at the sky and said, "It's raining."

The rain came with the wind, and Jiang Jintang wrapped himself tightly in the fox fur, coughed, and said, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil, which is a good sign."

There is a canopy on the altar, so there is no need to worry about rain when praying, but the draft is really tricky, and it is specially poured from the collar of the collar of the person. The hand stove is clearly still warm, but Jiang Jintang feels that his hands and feet are cold.

He came up to pray for blessings with Xuanlan for a while, and he didn't know whether he was declaring war on the nightmare of the past or tossing himself. Now that he is old, why should he fight for his breath like a teenager.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jintang was about to get up, and instead of accompanying Xuan Lan to blow the air here, a heavy cloak suddenly covered his head, and the light in front of him dimmed all of a sudden. Jiang Jintang was stunned for a moment, struggling to get out of the cloak. Protruding his head, he saw Xuan Lan's profile.

He looked at Yuan Kong and said: "The wind is strong, don't let Nine Thousand Years get blown away."

"..." Jiang Jintang glanced at the cloak embroidered with golden dragon patterns on himself, and felt that Xuan Lan might deliberately frame him and punish him for the crime of trespass.

But this time it seemed that he had a villainous heart, because Xuan Lan didn't speak again after saying this.

The cloak is thick, with Xuan Lan's body temperature on it.

The young man is strong and tall, already much taller than Jiang Jintang, and his body temperature is also high, like a small steaming stove.

Jiang Jintang thought for a while, but still felt that Xuan Lan did it on purpose.

This son of a bitch must have seen his intention to sneak away, so throwing down this heavy cloak, he could only accept the emperor's love and continue to drink the cold wind here.

"Your Majesty." Jiang Jintang put the cloak on his arm, and said in a warm voice, "Although it's spring, it's still cold. You'd better put it on, so you don't catch a cold."

Xuan Lan felt that Jiang Jintang's body could not withstand the cold wind, so he condescended to give him his cloak. Seeing that the eunuch didn't appreciate it, he was a little annoyed for a while, and pulled off the cloak with a cold face to tie Jiang Jintang firmly. Surrounded by others, and tied a knot on the brocade rope at the neckline, he said coldly: "You will accept what I reward you."

Xuan Lan's hands were strong, but his strikes were not serious. Jiang Jintang's neck was almost strangled by him.

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