Traitor, he is bent on death

Xuan Lan stood up abruptly, as if she didn't understand why this always good-tempered person suddenly lost his temper, and wanted to slap a handful of banknotes on the table when he got angry, but he was really cash-strapped, after all, he never went out. No money.

After hesitating for a moment, Xuan Lan took out a piece of jade pendant and said, "This piece of jade is for you. I will stay with you for a night. When I have money, I will redeem it with you."

Jiang Jintang didn't refuse at all, took the jade pendant and looked at the light twice.

Xuanlan's things are naturally not bad, the jade is the best suet white jade, the pattern on it is simple, it is just a simple orchid, but it is very flavorful, and the artistic conception is worth a lot of money.

Jiang Jintang stroked the orchid on the jade with downcast eyes, accepted the jade, and said, "Okay, I agree."

Xuan Lan snorted coldly, and was about to lie down again, but Jiang Jintang grabbed his arm—Xuan Lan was very disgusted that someone touched him, and immediately frowned, "Let go."

Jiang Jintang slightly raised his eyebrows, let go of his hand, and said, "Don't get me wrong, I have no other intentions... I just want to tell you that I will sleep in bed tonight."

Xuan Lan suppressed her anger: "Then why did you accept my jade pendant?"

Jiang Jintang smiled and said, "The jade pendant is the reward for taking you in. You sleep there."

He turned his head and pointed his slender fingers at the beauty couch by the window.

Xuan Lan: "..."

The veins on Xuan Lan's forehead twitched twice: "...you let me sleep there?!"

"Then you can also choose to sleep in the hallway." Jiang Jintang was about to take out the jade pendant as he spoke, Xuan Lan glared at him angrily.

Thinking about it, although the little emperor has not held real power in his hands for so many years, but after all, he is sitting on the throne, how can anyone dare to anger him so blatantly... It is not impossible, but there is only one.

Xuan Lan's expression was uncertain. After weighing the pros and cons, he licked his canine teeth and smiled angrily: "Okay, I'll sleep there."

After talking a few steps, he walked to the side of the imperial concubine's couch, and lay down on it. The young man had long hands and long legs, where could he fit in the small and delicate imperial concubine's couch, his calves were almost hanging outside, and his hands were also hanging on the ground superior.

Jiang Jintang admired Xuan Lan's distressed appearance for a while, then turned off the lamp, and sat down on his bed with soft mattresses contentedly.

Jiang Jintang was lying on the bed, and he could hear another person's breathing. He didn't know if it was because Xuan Lan was still angry, or if it was too quiet in the night. Except for the sound of rain, it was the proof of the existence of another person.

Jiang Jintang suddenly felt strange.

It turned out that he could also be in the same room with Xuan Lan so peacefully.

He looked at the top of the tent, and suddenly remembered that in the light rain of apricot blossoms that year, Xuan Ke came to Dingguo Mansion to visit his father. At that time, Xuan Ke was only at the age of the crown. Yuzhuo, white and tender, looks like the fairy boy on the New Year picture.

The adults were talking about things he wasn't interested in, so Xuan Lan couldn't listen to it. He chased the butterflies in the yard, but the maids didn't pay attention, so they let him run into the garden. Jiang Jintang was laying out paper and ink in the yard, drawing An old apricot tree, the child probably has too much forgetfulness, he has forgotten that he had seen him a few months ago, saw him drawing in the flower rain, it took a while to come running over, with a baby voice Ask him: "Brother, what are you painting?"

Jiang Jintang already knew that this was the young prince of the current dynasty, but seeing that there was no one else around and he was so cute, he still couldn't help but picked him up and put him on his chair, and said to him in a gentle voice: "I'm painting Almond blossom."

The little prince couldn't understand the painting in front of him that was enough to amaze everyone. He thought it was fun and wanted to show off his painting skills. He grabbed the brush and ruined the painting with profound artistic conception. Jiang Jintang stood beside him and chuckled, He touched his head and sighed softly: "You can't draw, but I hope you can be as good as your father in martial arts."

The little prince raised his head, puffed up his white and chubby bun face, and said unconvinced: "I will not be the same as my father, I will surpass my father!"

Jiang Jintang bent down to look him in the eyes, and said with a smile, "Well, it is a blessing for the country to have such an ambition."

"But I also need to learn how to draw." The little prince was very stubborn, grabbed the brush and said, "Brother, teach me."

Jiang Jintang's painting skills were already superb, but he still couldn't teach a three-year-old child, and the ground was covered with ink blobs for a while. Finally, the little prince drew a picture that he was satisfied with, and solemnly gave that picture to Jiang Jintang.

Jiang Jintang looked at it carefully for a long time before saying, "There is still progress. You can draw this bear very well."

"..." The little prince was silent for a while, and then said: "This is not a bear, this is you, brother."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang looked at his burly and majestic self on the rice paper, and still smiled and said: "Well, let's take it as your blessing to my brother. I also want to feel better, so I will go out of this square yard and have a look."

How could the little prince understand his melancholy? When he was tired of painting, he half-lyed on the chair and ate the pastries. When the maidservant who was nervously looking for someone finally found him, he found that his fairy brother did not know when, gone.

He sat alone in the flower rain, it seemed that everything before was just an illusion.

……

Now that I think about it, even though he was in poor health during that time and was sick all year round, his parents were still alive, his brother and sister were well, and he was still interested in painting a tree of apricot blossoms in spring. Such peace has become a luxury.

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled, he closed his eyes, and suddenly heard Xuan Lan say: "I think you look like someone I know."

Jiang Jintang paused and said, "Really?"

"But you are not as good-looking as him." Xuan Lan said in a calm voice, "When I first saw you, I thought it was him."

but not.

Shu Jin didn't have the scent of cold tang that emanated from his bones. He even took a special look at Shu Jin's collarbone. It was clean and there was no red mole.

Jiang Jintang was silent for a moment, and then said: "Young master, it's not polite for you to say that."

Xuan Lan scoffed: "I'm just telling the truth."

"Then I would venture to ask, who is that young master?"

This time Xuanlan didn't speak for a long time, and when Jiang Jintang didn't intend to wait any longer, he heard him say: "Enemy."

"Deadly enemy."

"He's a life-and-death relationship."

"..."

Jiang Jintang sighed, and said, "Then I'm really unlucky, because I resemble the young master's enemy."

Xuan Lan immediately retorted: "You don't look like that."

No matter how bad Jiang Jintang is, he is still like an exiled fairy, how can he be compared with any cat or dog.

Jiang Jintang heard a bit of inexplicable anger from his words, he was stunned, and wanted to talk, but Xuan Lan had already unilaterally ended tonight's talk, saying: "I'm sleepy, go to bed."

Jiang Jintang swallowed back the words he wanted to say, and turned over.

After hearing the sound of gentle breathing, Jiang Jintang got up, took a light bag from the bed, and walked slowly and silently to the imperial concubine's bed.

The rain had stopped, and the moonlight came in through the window, just dividing the boy's deep eyebrows into light and shadow. This face was obviously not as handsome as Xuan Lan's real appearance, but at this moment, it was enough to confuse people's hearts.

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelashes and covered Xuan Lan with a light bag. When he got up to leave, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly. The boy's voice was a little weird: "Do you care about me?"

"..." Jiang Jintang thought that this son of a bitch was still a little wary, if he really fell asleep in a strange environment defenselessly, he would really go to trouble those emperor teachers.

Jiang Jintang coughed, and his voice became even hoarse: "I don't know if it will rain, so let's cover it."

He raised his wrist and said softly, "It hurts a little, let go."

Xuan Lan unconsciously let go of his hand. He sat up and was a little taller than Jiang Jintang in an instant. He looked at him with lowered eyelids: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jiang Jintang said, "That jade pendant is still worth some money."

Xuan Lan frowned and said, "I will redeem it. Before that, you are not allowed to sell it, otherwise I will never end with you."

Jiang Jintang seemed puzzled: "I think the young master's family is not bad. Although this piece of jade is not bad, I shouldn't care about it so much."

"What do you know?" Xuan Lan looked uncooperative again, "Anyway, don't sell it."

Jiang Jintang stood up and said, "I will try my best."

Xuan Lan watched him return to the bed, and then looked away.

In fact, what Jiang Jintang said was correct. Although the jade pendant was of high quality, as an emperor, he didn't want any rare treasures, so he wouldn't care so much about a piece of suet white jade.

It's just that this jade pendant has a different meaning to Xuan Lan.

The orchid on the jade pendant was carved by the deceased old man of the Lin family, and he personally put it on his daughter's neck at her first birthday ceremony.

In the following decades, Lin Yuanlan never took it off again, but suddenly gave the jade pendant to her son on the eve of the new emperor's ascension to the throne.

At that time, Xuan Lan thought it was her mother's love for her, and didn't think too much about it, but now, perhaps Empress Dowager Renhui had already foreseen her own end, so she looked at her son for a long time that night face, and gave him the jade pendant that never left her body.

Xuan Lan closed her eyes, as if there was that patch of fresh blood in front of her eyes again.

The queen mother was wearing such a beautiful and luxurious court dress, and the phoenix embroidered with gold thread was shining brightly under the light, and even the blood gushing from her heart looked extremely coquettish.

She fell into a pool of blood, her eyes looked at the void, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

Duke Lin Yong of the State of Feng was crushed by the guards and knelt down on the ground, embarrassingly calling Empress Dowager Renhui's boudoir name, there seemed to be other people shouting something, but Xuan Lan couldn't hear clearly.

The young emperor, who had just ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, reached the pinnacle of power, the first imperial decree was to bestow a posthumous title on his mother and bury her in the imperial mausoleum.

Xuan Lan thought, he will never forget that scene.

In the hall as bright as day, the queen mother was lying in a pool of blood. The dagger in the murderer's hand was still dripping blood. When she turned around and looked down at him, her eyes were cold, as if she had no emotions at all, and at the same time seemed to have all kinds of emotions. Clearly charming, but also cruel and indifferent to the extreme, Lin Yuanlan's life was fixed with the opening and closing of her plump lips: "The empress and the late emperor have a deep love for each other, and they followed the late emperor."

He looked at Shang Xuanlan, and his tone was even colder: "Go into the imperial tomb and be buried with the late emperor."

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