Traitor, he is bent on death

The rainwater hit the plantain leaves in the yard, knocking the plantains up and down, making a loud noise, and the night fell heavily, and the high-raised lanterns gave off a faint light.

Xuan Lan walked quickly through the corridor connecting the former residence and Jiang Yu Garden, his face was extremely gloomy, his hands clenched tightly into fists, Wang Laifu followed behind him not daring to breathe, wishing to goug out his own eyes Nothing was seen.

Who would have thought that the young emperor just turned his head to look for a jade pendant that he had lost, and just happened to bump into it...

Wang Laifu remembered that scene.

The wind and rain were dark outside the door, but the lights inside were flickering. In the dim light, His Highness King An blocked the figure of Nine Thousand Years, and only half of Jiang Jintang's side face could be seen. His brows were slightly frowned, but with A different style, looks...

It's like King An hugging Nine Thousand Years Old.

Not to mention the tender words—

"Chang Ning, I really want to come to accompany you. Listen, it's thundering outside again."

If you may misread it because of the dim light, but how can you mishear this tender sentence? !

Wang Laifu didn't dare to think about Xuan Lan's current mood. One was a deeply affectionate emperor's uncle, and the other was a treacherous official who deserved no punishment... The mixing of these two people was undoubtedly a kind of betrayal for Xuan Lan.

Wang Laifu rounded his legs and tried to chase Xuan Lan. Suddenly, Xuan Lan stopped under the eaves of the corridor, and Wang Laifu quickly stood three steps away from him.

Thunder rumbled, and lightning tore through the night. In this moment of skylight, Wang Laifu saw the corners of the young emperor's lips pursed tightly, his long eyebrows lowered, and his eyes carried a ferocity that he had never seen before.

It was a kind of ferocity that belonged to beasts, and when they saw a deadly enemy, they could fight desperately regardless of it, which made people feel frightened just by looking at it.

Xuan Lan lost control and slammed his fist on the wooden door before. His white finger joints were already red and swollen, but he couldn't feel the pain. His fingers were still tightly clenched, and the already torn joints were torn apart, bleeding out Come.

Wang Laifu's eyelids twitched, and just as he was about to try his best to persuade Xuan Lan to treat the wound first, he heard the emperor's extremely cold voice: "Wang Laifu, I have heard that Longyang is good, and the emperor's grandfather also raised male pets."

These few words were barely considered peaceful, but Wang Laifu heard the two wars, and said dryly: "Or, maybe there is some misunderstanding... Isn't Nine Thousand Years the favorite of Princess Fulu? His Royal Highness An Unswervingly committed to his wife, I should not..."

When Wang Laifu said this, he felt pale, so he shut up.

Xuan Lan pulled the corners of her lips and smiled, and said gloomyly: "Wang Laifu, what do you think of Jiang Jintang?"

"This..." Wang Laifu wasn't sure whether Xuan Lan wanted to hear good things or bad things, so he hesitated to answer.

"I asked him about his appearance." Xuan Lan said impatiently.

This question is much easier to answer, Wang Laifu said without hesitation: "If Nine Thousand Years old is a daughter, I am afraid that the title of the most beautiful woman in the capital will not fall on Miss Yin."

Even someone who hated Jiang Jintang so much couldn't pick a fault from his appearance. This person's face seemed to be a miracle, with a perfection that didn't belong to the world.

Xuan Lan sneered: "...Yes."

He is clearly an eunuch, but he has a face like a disaster. If such a person really wants to seduce someone, let alone his wife who has died for many years, even if his wife is in his arms and the house is full of children, he will still abandon his wife and fall into the trap regardless of his choice. This is boundless beauty.

From Xuan Lan's memory, the emperor's uncle was stable and gentle, and he was a strong stroke in his childhood. Even the late emperor once said half-truth and half-truth: "I have met countless people in my life, but Ah Ke is the most He is indifferent to fame and wealth, except that he bowed his head to me when he asked to marry the princess, but he has never asked for anything."

But it is such a person who is indifferent to fame and wealth, but hugs a eunuch in the painting hall, rubbing his ears and temples.

Xuan Lan really felt that this was a kind of betrayal.

Was it Xuan Ke who betrayed Concubine An and the emperor...or Jiang Jintang who betrayed the emperor.

Xuan Lan didn't know.

He almost thought meanly, was Jiang Jintang and Xuan Ke also so cold and hypocritical when they were together?Will he put his arms around Xuan Ke's neck and chuckle, will he lie under Xuan Ke's body and tactful Cheng Huan, will he...

The more he thought about it, the more Xuan Lan felt that Jiang Jintang was despicable.

Back then, he also used that face that was a bit more beautiful than a woman's to win the favor of the first emperor, and sat in the current position, so that Empress Dowager Renhui kept silent?

First Emperor Xian, then Xuan Ke...

The blood on the joints splashed on the floor drop by drop, Wang Laifu's heart felt cold when he saw it, he shuddered, and knelt on the ground.

The rain was crackling on the wooden railings, and Xuan Lan's cheeks were splashed with some cold rainwater. In this coldness, Xuan Lan suddenly slammed his fist hard on the porch pillar again, scaring Wang Laifu all over. Chilled, I felt that I might have to confess here tonight.

The blood almost soaked the slender fingers red, but Xuan Lan fell into even greater panic.

What was he thinking just now?

First Emperor Xian, then Xuan Ke...why can't it be him? !

When this idea first popped up, Xuan Lan felt startled—is he crazy? !Why do you think so? !Although he is not feminine, he is not masculine either.

But soon, he felt that this was just the possessive desire of the emperor.

Jiang Jintang is just a dodder attached to the big tree of power. Dodder likes to pursue fame and fortune, but he, Xuan Lan, is the monarch of the whole world, and he is the biggest tree.

Then why can't he get this dodder? !

"I suddenly feel..." Xuan Lan ran across his wound with his uninjured hand, looked at the bright red spot on his white fingertips, and smiled sinisterly, "Whether it's Ling Chi or the cracked car, it's too cheap for Jiang Jintang."

Such a person... such a person who has a beautiful face in vain, but can give up everything in order to cling to power, a simple death is really a gift to him.

He should be locked hands and feet by a golden chain made of pure gold, trapped in a soft red gauze tent, dare not resist, and if he cannot resist, let his master abuse and occupy him. Opening those teary eyes, pursing those plump and soft lips, silently accepting.

Xuan Lan laughed out loud, and in the cold wind and rain, he said softly, "Wang Laifu."

Wang Laifu felt that the emperor's mood was not right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he could only say in awe, "Your Majesty, the old slave is here."

Xuan Lan looked at the direction of his former residence in the dark night, and his voice was soft as if he was whispering to his lover: "Order someone to make a pair of pure gold chains."

Wang Laifu was startled, before he had time to ask why, he heard Shaodi murmur: "His skin is delicate and easy to get hurt, he ordered someone to put soft rabbit fur on the inner layer of the chains."

Wang Laifu almost broke out in a cold sweat: "...Your Majesty."

He was not a fool to be able to climb to this position. He immediately thought of who this lock was for, so his face turned pale with fright.

Xuan Lan didn't realize what a crazy decision she had made, and said flatly: "Let Nie Xia check for me the connection between Xuan Ke and Jiang Jintang over the years."

Seeing him like this, Wang Laifu didn't dare to persuade him anymore, he was afraid that before the emperor and Jiu Qiansui broke their faces, he would go into the ground first, and respectfully said: "Old slave obeys."

……

In the painting hall.

Xuan Ke looked at the jade pendant in his hand for a long time, then put the jade pendant into his sleeve pocket, and said with a smile: "Maybe it's... a servant who accidentally went to the wrong place."

"Servant?" Jiang Jintang was a little skeptical. The servants of the Qiantui Mansion have always followed the rules, so they would not dare to disturb him at this time.

Xuan Ke asked with a smile: "Then who does Chang Ning think? It can't be the emperor, right?"

"..." Mentioning this ancestor gave Jiang Jintang a headache.

Although Ru's former residence is close to Jiangyu Garden, but it is raining heavily outside, how could this pampered ancestor brave the rain to come here, it is probably because he is picky and disliked in Jiangyu Garden at the moment.

Xuan Ke entered the room, and suddenly asked: "I heard that His Majesty came to the Qiantui Mansion, why didn't he see anyone?"

"I'll let someone take you there." Jiang Jintang said coldly, "It's best if you can take your good nephew away."

"That's all." Xuan Ke took a sip of cold tea and said, "He must have heard about Qin Sang when he left the palace. When I'm angry, I won't touch this bad luck."

Hearing him mention Qin Sang, Jiang Jintang raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a while, and smiled: "Your Highness is very well informed, you just found out when I picked him up."

"I heard that the child looks very similar to you." Xuan Ke squinted his eyes, there was an undercurrent surging in his eyes, and his voice was soft: "Chang Ning, I remember that the close relatives of the Jiang family are no longer here."

Jiang Jintang didn't think about concealing Qin Sang's existence, he made up his identity a long time ago, and said softly, "He is my second uncle's illegitimate son."

Xuan Ke raised his eyebrows, but he didn't doubt it.

After all, Jiang Jintang's second uncle, Jiang Jue, was notoriously romantic, and he didn't look like the Jiang family at all. Back then, when the Jiang family ransacked all the families, they found six or seven illegitimate sons and illegitimate daughters.

And Wei Yanhui, Jiang Yuyin's maidservant, has a somewhat unclear relationship with Jiang Jue. When she fled back to her hometown, she brought a child with her. No matter how you think about it, she is Jiang Jue's seed.

Since Xuan Ke came to ask today, it means that Qin Sang has been thoroughly checked inside and out. Jiang Jintang hates his questioning knowingly and knowingly, showing a bit of boredom on his face, and no longer talking about Qin Sang with him, but said: "Didn't you say that you know about the Jiegu Tower?"

"Yes." Xuan Ke said: "I do know about the Jiegu Tower. Huo Xun led people to ambush in the Jiegu Tower for several days, but found nothing."

Jiang Jintang was taken aback for a moment, then sneered.

——Xuan Lan, that son of a bitch, actually lied to him.

"It seems that you were deceived by him." Xuan Ke raised his eyebrows, and said: "In these years, you have grown a lot, and you are more and more like his father."

Jiang Jintang's fingers were slowly clenched together.

Xuan Ke glanced at it, and smiled on his lips: "Speaking of which, Brother Huang is really blessed, and there is only one heir under his knees, His Majesty."

"Better than Your Highness." Jiang Jintang sneered, "Your Highness has no children. Others at this age are already talking about kissing their daughters."

"What about you, Changning?" Xuan Ke turned his head to look at Jiang Jintang's hazy and indifferent side face, and said, "You married the Yao family because you wanted her to give you a son and continue the incense for your Jiang family?"

"What do you have to do with Your Highness?" Jiang Jintang said coldly, "Your Highness seems to care too much."

"Changning." Xuan Ke's voice was a bit chilly, "I saved Yao Chunhui's life because I think you don't care about her. If you really have such thoughts, no matter what method you use, I will kill her."

The boredom between Jiang Jintang's brows grew deeper, and he said coldly, "Shanyue."

Shanyue, who had just returned from Jiangyu Garden, heard the shouts inside, and quickly responded: "Master."

Jiang Jintang said coldly, "See off the guests."

Shanyue entered the door and bowed to Xuan Ke, "Your Highness, please."

Xuan Ke stood up and said: "Xuan Lan stayed behind and you didn't chase me away, but you drove me away?"

Jiang Jintang laughed softly: "Your Majesty is the Ninth Five-Year Honor, Your Highness—what kind of thing are you?"

When Jiang Jintang said this, Xuan Ke was not angry, but smiled instead: "Well, I'll go first, but Changning, what I said just now was not a joke with you."

He said threateningly: "Yao Chunhui is not good enough for you."

Jiang Jintang had no expression on his face: "If you don't leave, you don't have to leave at all."

Seeing that Jiang Jintang was really angry, Xuan Ke turned and left without saying a word.

Shanyue followed, but Xuan Ke said: "Stay here and take good care of your master, he can't sleep well at night like this."

Shanyue was startled, and then said: "Respectfully, Your Highness."

Xuan Ke's figure disappeared into the rain, Shanyue closed the door, and lit a few more lamps, the dim painting hall finally lit up, Jiang Jintang sat on a chair, seemingly in a daze, Shanyue was about to change him With a cup of hot tea, I suddenly heard Jiang Jintang ask, "How is Xuan Lan?"

Shanyue smiled wryly: "...Your Majesty is very picky, I just went to tell the housekeeper about His Majesty's request in person, and I came back after all the arrangements were made."

This was expected by Jiang Jintang, and he was not surprised. He rubbed his temples and said, "The Xuan family really doesn't have a good thing."

He exhaled, and said again: "Let the night watchman be alert, don't disturb Xuan Lan, I remember he felt light."

Shanyue laughed: "Master said just now that the Xuan family didn't have any good things, why did you turn around and start caring about His Majesty?"

Jiang Jintang murmured: "If he doesn't sleep well tonight, he will come to find me tomorrow...I'm in a bad mood recently, so I don't have time to entangle him. It's late at night, go to sleep."

Shanyue took out the medicine box, waited for Jiang Jintang to take the medicine, and lighted some tranquilizing incense. After Jiang Jintang washed and went to bed, she closed the door and leaned on the porch to watch the night.

……

Xuan Lan had a dream.

In the dream, he didn't turn around and leave, but rushed directly into the painting hall, pushed Xuan Ke away, and saw Jiang Jintang's terrified face.

The emotion of panic seems to be incompatible with Jiang Jintang, but in the dream, it made Jiang Jintang's meticulously drawn face look very moving, so moving that Xuan Lan pinched his delicate chin when he was in a daze.

The bitter wind and rain outside seemed to encourage the desire to destroy in people's hearts. Xuan Lan looked at the face he hated so much since he was a child. His eyebrows were cut like knives, his eyes were like ink paintings, and he was so beautiful that he didn't look like a person in the world. Zhang Fengrun's lips with a little bead opened and closed slightly, and his voice seemed a bit dazed: "...Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

doing what?

Xuan Lan suddenly became angry.

When Jiang Jintang was held in Xuan Ke's arms, why didn't he ask him what he was going to do? !

Isn't Jiang Jintang just a villain who clings to power?He is the son of heaven, the emperor, and the person Jiang Jintang should cling to the most. How dare he ask him what he wants to do? !

——He just wants to do what the first emperor and Xuan Ke have done.

How could Jiang Jintang ask such a question?How could such a pretty mouth spit out such irreverent questions? !

— or close it.

Xuan Lan's thumb pressed against Jiang Jintang's lips, making the already colorful lips more colorful, like flowers with dew on the branches.

He was shocked by the soft touch under his fingers. It is obvious that such a cold person has such soft lips.

"Xuan Lan!" Jiang Jintang's voice was a little vague because of his fingers, and there was anger in his brows and eyes, "Let me go!"

Xuan Lan suddenly tightened the hand around Jiang Jintang's waist, Jiang Jintang slammed into his arms, and his other hand lifted Jiang Jintang's chin, lowered his eyes and kissed it almost fiercely——

Just plug it in.

If he shut it up, this mouth would never say anything that displeased him again.

……

The heavy rain outside the window did not stop, Xuan Lan suddenly woke up from the dream.

He raised his hand and pressed his forehead, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his lower body was also sticky.

Xuan Lan's face was ugly, and she shouted angrily: "Wang Laifu, get out of here!"

Wang Laifu was leaning against the couch and taking a nap, but when he heard Xuan Lan's voice, he woke up with a jolt: "What orders does Your Majesty have?!"

It's too embarrassing to dream that the eunuch Jiang Jintang was so embarrassed after just kissing him, Xuan Lan didn't say anything, took a deep breath and asked, "What time is it?"

Wang Laifu took a look at the sky, it was only dim outside, and the moon hadn't even set, he said: "Yuemo just arrived at Maoshi, today he is taking a rest, there is no morning morning, your majesty, shall we sleep a little longer?"

"I have something to do with Jiang Jintang." Xuan Lan pursed her lips and said, "Go and find clothes for me."

Wang Laifu groaned in his heart, to disturb people's dreams so early in the morning, Long Live Lord is really good at torturing people, but he didn't dare to say it, so he could only say: "Didn't Your Majesty change his clothes after taking a bath yesterday? Why... "

Xuan Lan sternly said: "I am the Ninth Five-Year Lord, I have to ask your opinion even if I change clothes?!"

Wang Laifu quickly knelt down and said, "I don't dare! I'm going now!"

When Xuan Lan left the palace, no one expected that he would spend the night in the Qiantui Mansion, so he didn't bring anything with him. The clothes he wore after bathing yesterday were sent by Shanyue. They were all new clothes that Jiang Jintang made and didn't wear. Wang Laifu After finding one of the sets, I sent it to Xuan Lan, and said, "Your Majesty, will this old slave help you change your clothes?"

Xuan Lan was full of gloom, and he didn't know whether it was because he woke up too quickly from this dream, or just a single kiss broke him down. He was in a bad mood: "Get out."

Wang Laifu didn't dare to talk anymore, he just rolled out.

Xuan Lan changed his clothes by himself. Although Jiang Jintang was tall, he was too thin, especially his waist was too thin. Xuan Lan was already more than half a head taller than him. The tailor-made clothes for Jiang Jintang were a bit tight for Xuan Lan to wear. , reminded him of the feeling when he pinched Jiang Jintang's slender waist in his dream.

Perhaps it was because he really hugged Jiang Jintang's waist, so the feeling in the dream was extraordinarily real. The waist seemed to be broken easily with a grasp, but it was extremely resilient, as if it could be put into any pose... …

Xuan Lan closed her eyes fiercely, interrupted her recollection, straightened her clothes and opened the door, saying, "Go to Jiang Jintang's place."

Wang Laifu ordered someone to fetch the umbrella, held the umbrella for the young emperor himself, and walked through the corridor to Jiang Jintang's former residence. Shanyue saw Xuan Lan coming, and hurriedly greeted him: "Your Majesty, Wan'an. The master has not gotten up yet, and the villain first tells people Are you ready for breakfast?"

Xuan Lan didn't give him a single look, and stepped forward to push open the door, Shanyue was startled: "Your Majesty!"

Wang Laifu pulled him back and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is angry, don't move up, my lord, otherwise it won't end well."

"But……"

"Your Majesty probably just had something to discuss with Lord Qiantui, so he came here early in the morning." Last night, Wang Laifu sent someone to put on a pair of golden locks. He didn't believe this himself, but now he can only With no conscience, he coughed and said, "Your Excellency and our family just wait outside, nothing will happen."

The little emperor probably wasn't so stupid as to think that everything would be all right if he strangled Jiu Qiansui, Shanyue was slightly relieved and didn't insist on breaking in again.

Wang Laifu closed the door furtively, feeling that he was really sorry for Jiuqian.

But there is no way, who told his master to be the emperor.

……

Jiang Jintang's dormitory is not like the walls made of gold, beams and jade as rumored by outsiders. The room is full of jewels, gold, antique calligraphy and paintings. Instead, it is very light and elegant. When entering the door, there is a five-color bead curtain, and behind the bead curtain is an azure bead curtain. A bed of red sandalwood and black lacquer with crabapple flowers in the curtains, a lamp with a dim light was lit at the head of the bed, and a incense burner of King Wen lotus was placed on the footrest, and benzoin rose up, filling the room.

Xuan Lan pushed aside the bead curtain, and approached the Babu bed step by step, but stood outside the curtain for a long time.

A voice in his heart told him that once this curtain was lifted, he would never go back.

He never believed in the romantic affair between Jiang Jintang and the late emperor before, because he felt that his father was not the kind of vulgar person who would raise male pets, but now, he found that all people in the world are just ordinary people. The emperor, however, also fell into the trap woven by Jiang Jintang's stunning face.

As long as Jiang Jintang thinks, he can easily get the love of anyone, even if the love is based on appearance.

Whether it's the first emperor, Xuan Ke, or...

Xuan Lan herself.

This net of desire called beauty is shrouded in front of Xuan Lan, as long as he takes a step forward, he will fall completely.

Xuan Lan's fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, took two deep breaths, and turned to leave—he didn't want to become a puppet of desire.

At this time, a low, desperate voice came from the curtain: "...Your Majesty."

Xuan Lan's figure suddenly stopped.

He remembered the last time he was drunk and saw Jiang Jintangchun asleep, he seemed to recognize him as the late emperor, and called His Majesty in the same way.

So now—is Jiang Jintang called Xuan Shen, or Xuan Lan? !

When Xuan Lan came back to his senses, he had already opened the curtain and stood beside Jiang Jintang's bed.

As far as the eyes can see is a beautiful and ecstatic face. Jiang Jintang is not stable in his sleep, his long eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and the corners of his lips are slightly pursed. Even if his eyes are closed, people can see his infinite melancholy like.

At this time, there was a thunder outside, and Jiang Jintang was like a frightened little animal, his whole body huddled up, reminding Xuan Lan of a milk cat he had seen when he was a child.

That cat is snow-white, with a pair of mandarin duck eyes, and it breathes out when it sees people. It is very fierce, but in fact it is very timid, and it can frighten it together at the slightest movement.

At this time, Jiang Jintang and the cat seemed to overlap each other, Xuan Lan couldn't help reaching out, and gently patted Jiang Jintang's back. Jiang Jintang seemed to feel someone beside him, and moved slowly.

Xuan Lan realized what he had done, and immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but Jiang Jintang quickly grabbed his fingers, like a drowning man grasping the last straw, his voice seemed choked with sobs: "... Don't leave me alone."

Xuan Lan had never seen such a fragile Jiang Jintang.

Ever since he took over the throne, Jiang Jintang has always been a big mountain in front of him. He looks thin and weak, and will fall when the wind blows, but he doesn't get in. He is ruthless and indifferent. In Xuan Lan's impression, this person has never shown The slightest emotion could be called weakness.

But at this moment, Jiang Jintang's warm and fair fingers gently grasped his fingers, with a look of trust in his body and mind, as if no matter pain or joy, as long as it was given by Xuan Lan, he would accept it all.

It really looks like a dodder with no branches to rely on.

Xuan Lan was bewitched by the softness exposed after his hard armor faded, and his fingers slowly clasped Jiang Jintang's thin wrist. As if Jiang Jintang had received some kind of encouragement, he slowly rubbed into Xuan Lan along that hand. In his arms, Xuan Lan was forced to half-ly lie on the bed, his arms were filled with soft jade and warm fragrance, and his breath was filled with the cold fragrance of Jiang Jintang.

Xuan Lan felt that she was hugging Wanchun's handful of begonias.

All the time, it seduces the dirtiest desires in the depths of the heart.

Xuan Lan lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Jintang's fair cheeks against his heart, lowered his head in a mysterious way, and when his lips were almost touching Jiang Jintang's, Wang Laifu's voice suddenly sounded outside: "Your Majesty, the palace is coming quickly—"

Xuan Lan was stunned, Jiang Jintang woke up from the dream because of the sound, subconsciously raised his head, and bumped into Xuan Lan's lips.

It was soft at first and then hard. The teeth of the two collided, Xuan Lan's lips were torn, and Jiang Jintang's lips were bleeding. It seems to smell the fragrance of cold tangerine flowers between his lips and teeth.

Xuan Lan stood up abruptly, Jiang Jintang fell on the bed, finally woke up, frowned and touched his lips, saw the blood on his fingers and thought it was because he was sick and coughed up blood in his dream, there was something in his unclear vision The figure, he subconsciously thought it was Shanyue, said in a hoarse voice, "Give me the medicine."

Xuan Lan pursed the corners of her lips.

The wound on his lips seemed to be the evidence of his indulging in beauty, which made him dare not expose it to the sun, and his voice was cold and frightening: "Nine thousand years old is really getting bolder, can you boss me around?"

Jiang Jintang was startled, hugging the brocade quilt for a while before seeing the person in front of him clearly, "...Xuan Lan?"

Xuan Lan had a ghost in his heart, so he wanted to hold on to Jiang Jintang's fault, and said sinisterly, "Calling the emperor by his name... Nine thousand years old is going to rebel?"

When Jiang Jintang just woke up, he would always be confused for a while, and the memory slowly came back to him. He remembered that he seemed to have kept this pup overnight last night, but in the end, he was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs out of good intentions. This pup came to bed early in the morning .

Fortunately, he has been throwing Xuan Lan to several gentlemen instead of choosing to teach him himself, otherwise he would have made such a fuss, and he probably would have gone down to see his ancestors long ago.

Jiang Jintang rubbed the center of his brows, changed the subject and said, "How did Your Majesty rest last night?"

Xuan Lan had a messy and sticky dream all night, otherwise he would not be standing here. Although he would have dreams in the past, but he never... No matter what I think, it was the reason why he saw Jiang Jintang and Xuan Ke hugging each other yesterday. With a stinky face: "Nine thousand years old's way of hospitality really makes me not flattered."

Jiang Jintang groaned, and said, "The humble house is simple, so it's not suitable to pick you up."

It's almost written on your face that you don't come here in the future.

Xuan Lan loves to fight against him: "Although it's a bit crude, but my love is nine thousand years old, so naturally I should come to chat with nine thousand year old at night by candlelight."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Farewell.

Will die.

Wang Laifu knocked on the door again, Xuan Lan said irritably, "If you have something to say, come in."

Wang Laifu pushed open the door carefully, and saw that although the scene inside was strange and stalemate, it was not the scene of a murder, and Nine Thousand Years had not been stripped naked. He heaved a sigh of relief and lowered his head, "I have seen His Majesty, I have seen Lord Thousand Years... ...Your Majesty, Commander Huo has just sent news that Jiegulou has new clues, and you happen to be outside the palace, do you want to go and see for yourself?"

Xuan Lan raised her eyebrows and looked at Jiang Jintang: "What do you think of Nine Thousand Years?"

Jiang Jintang smiled: "Your Majesty, bring a few more guards and pay attention to safety."

Xuan Lan narrowed his eyes.

When he came to Qiansui Mansion with the false confession yesterday, he believed Jiang Jintang's appearance, but after one night, Jiang Jintang already knew the inside story, obviously he had all eyes and hands.

"Yesterday's confession is false." Xuan Lan said bluntly, with a look of innocence that belongs only to young people, and he can be called a master at changing faces, "This is just a little joke I made with Jiuqian, Jiuqian Sui shouldn't care about me, right?"

Jiang Jintang really doesn't know where Xuan Lan learned this trick. Once he does something bad, he puts on a look of "I'm still young and I'm ignorant, so don't scold me", but Jiang Jintang really likes this. Sighing: "Assassinating the emperor is a major matter, Your Majesty still needs to be cautious."

Xuan Lan said with a smile: "Yesterday's confession was false, but today's clues are true. Do you want to go to the Jiegu Tower with me?"

Jie Drum Tower...

Jiang Jintang couldn't remember how many years he hadn't been there.

I still remember when I was a teenager, Jiang Yuyin held his hand and stood on the Jiegu Tower and looked at all the people downstairs, and said softly: "My mother said that she fell in love with Daddy at first sight here. At that time, there were still rumors about the Jiegu Tower being haunted. No, she stood here, and when she lowered her head, she saw Dad riding on a tall horse."

"Her handkerchief fell down and was picked up by Dad. The next day, Dad brought the handkerchief to the door to propose marriage. Since then, she has never returned to her hometown in the south of the Yangtze River."

"A Tang, my sister is getting married tomorrow. I don't ask much, I just hope that my husband can have a father who treats my mother half as well... But how can the emperor's family really remain unswerving until death?"

Jiang Yuyin's words became a prophecy.

A Niang never went back to Jiangnan because of her father, and Jiang Yuyin never left the capital because of Xuan Ke.

The emperor's family is the most ruthless and unlucky. It is ridiculous that he said to Jiang Yuyin back then: "Sister, His Royal Highness Wang An kowtows and bows nine times to ask His Majesty to marry you. He must really admire you."

Everyone thought it was a golden and jade marriage, but they never thought that from the beginning of that day, the butcher's knife had been hanging high above the lintel of Jiang's family.

Seeing that Jiang Jintang hadn't spoken for a long time, Xuan Lan raised his eyebrows: "Nine thousand years old?"

"..." Jiang Jintang came back to his senses and said, "Okay, but..."

He looked down at the pajamas on his body, "Can your majesty avoid it for a while? I want to change."

Xuan Lan thinks I've seen you sleeping twice, this time even...

The wound on her lip hurts just thinking about it, Xuan Lan looked away and said, "There are a lot of things."

Still lifted his foot out the door.

Shanyue took the clothes hanging on the screen and came over, and asked in a low voice: "Master, Your Majesty... Didn't he do anything?"

"Huh?" Jiang Jintang was a little puzzled: "What can he do?"

Seeing that Jiang Jintang was fine, Shanyue breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the blood on his lips with sharp eyes, and said, "Master, what's wrong with your lips?"

"Just wanted to tell you about this." Jiang Jintang pushed the quilt off the bed and said, "You bring the medicine, I didn't sleep well because of the wind and rain last night."

Not only was it not very good, it could be said that he had a nightmare all night. Fortunately, later...someone stretched out a hand to him in the abyss.

That hand was warm and dry, with slender joints, which gradually warmed his cold body, and he finally broke free from the nightmare.

……

Wang Laifu followed Xuan Lan and asked: "Your Majesty, breakfast is prepared ahead, you can use some."

Xuan Lan didn't have much appetite, so he responded indifferently, turned around and walked towards the painting hall, Wang Laifu saw the wound on his lip, and felt distressed: "Why is Your Majesty injured?"

"..." Xuan Lan said coldly, "The cat scratched it."

Wang Laifu: "...is there a cat in the Nine Thousand Years House?"

"Didn't you see it?" Xuan Lan sneered and said, "A white cat is very fierce, with sharp claws and sharp teeth. Sooner or later, I will pull out all his claws and teeth."

Wang Laifu said: "This cat dares to scratch the dragon's body, it must be disciplined, this old servant will go and speak to Jiu Qiansui!"

"No need." Xuan Lan said, "I will discipline myself."

Wang Laifu finally realized something was wrong, but before he could think about it, Xuan Lan asked again: "What happened to the investigation I ordered last night?"

Wang Laifu looked around, then handed a letter to Xuan Lan, and said in a low voice, "Master Nie has heard back."

Xuan Lan hummed lightly, put the letter into her sleeve, paused, and said: "You ask someone to find the jade pendant that I lost yesterday."

Wang Laifu nodded yes.

Entering the painting hall, I saw a lot of things on the table, including exquisite snacks, thick hot porridge, and appetizing side dishes. It can be seen that the butler has put a lot of thought into serving the Long Live Lord.

Xuan Lan sat down at the table, Wang Laifu tried the poison, and Xuan Lan moved his chopsticks only after the little eunuch who followed him had eaten every dish.

After Xuanlan finished eating, he didn't see Jiang Jintang, so he felt a little upset: "Your master, are you dressing up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shanyue knocked on the curtain, and Jiang Jintang came in from behind the curtain.

Maybe it was because of the heavy rain last night, but the temperature dropped today. Jiang Jintang was wearing a blue lotus-dyed begonia-pattern brocade jacket and a thick purple cloak embroidered with cranes. A person with skins deceives Shuang Saixue, as beautiful as peaches and plums.

... Such stunning looks, just dressing up, it seems that I can't wait.

Xuan Lan's eyes fell on Jiang Jintang's lips unconsciously, the wound was no longer bleeding, but the broken skin was still more red, swollen and brighter, arousing people's desire to abuse for no reason.

"Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time." Jiang Jintang looked up at the sky and said, "You can go."

"You don't need breakfast?" Before Xuan Lan could react, the words had already come out of his mouth.

Jiang Jintang was a little surprised: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, I am not hungry."

He had just taken the medicine and had no appetite, so he simply stopped eating.What is this bastard trying to do wrong, to ask him if he wants to eat?

Xuan Lan turned cold and walked out of the painting hall without saying a word.

It was unnecessary for him to ask, Jiang Jintang would be better off starving to death.

The carriage was ready, Xuan Lan sat on his own carriage, when Jiang Jintang got on the carriage and saw Jian Yuanjia sitting in it, suddenly something happened tomorrow.

Jian Yuanjia finished the half of the walnut cake left in his hand, and said, "One good news and one bad news, which one do you listen to?"

Jiang Jintang sat down opposite him, and said, "It's bad—no matter how bad it is, you can't see Xuan Lan bad early in the morning."

Jian Yuanjia smiled, propped his chin and said: "The bad news is that the plague in the south of the Yangtze River has started to wreak havoc again. Obviously, the incident of the little emperor's driving down to the south of the Yangtze River forced Yin Yao to jump over the wall. Maybe the flood will also happen soon It's coming back... only from a natural disaster to a man-made disaster."

Jiang Jintang was silent for a moment, and said, "Yin Yao is forcing me to deal with him."

Jian Yuanjia shrugged, and said: "Let's talk about the good news, the spies have heard that Yinxi has entered Prince An's Mansion early this morning, and promised his daughter that he wants to marry Yin Zhixuan to Xuan Ke as the princess. "

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