Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang's complexion changed slightly, his ears were as red as coral beads, he pursed his lips and wanted to put his clothes back together, but because of the friction of the fabric, he hissed softly again.

Subconsciously, he glanced down and saw that it was already swollen.

Jiang Jintang: "..."

It would be too harsh to strike.

Yincai also took a look, the tender red spot was like a plum blossom suddenly blooming in the snow, it was amazingly gorgeous and could easily attract anyone's attention.

The man's Adam's apple moved unconsciously, then he looked away, and said, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

"..." Jiang Jintang didn't want to forgive him. Enduring the pain, he put on his clothes and raised his eyes to look at the impostor: "I just thank you Brother Liu for saving me. If it wasn't for Brother Liu, I'm afraid something would have happened."

Yin Cai said, "It's just a matter of raising your hands."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

It's no small feat.

Jiang Jintang showed a smirk, and said, "I just heard that Mr. Zhou...it seems that he called Brother Liu as his seal..."

"It is true that I did not tell the truth to you before." Yincai did not panic at all, "My surname is not Liu, but I am Yin Yao's servant, named Yincai, the Jiedu envoy of Jiangnan. Please forgive me for not revealing my real identity before. , I really have my own difficulties.”

Jiang Jintang made a surprised look: "...Jiangnan Jiedushi?"

Yin Cai didn't intend to say more, but instead asked Jiang Jintang: "Why did you appear here?"

Jiang Jintang said helplessly: "Men... don't you just say this, I heard the name of Miss Diaosheng, and I wanted to see her, but it turned out that Miss Diaosheng was invited to a banquet by Mr. Zhou. I was really itchy, so I bought it." I hired a tortoise slave, and asked him to arrange something for me... Who would have thought that I would be regarded as an assassin."

Yincai's expression did not change, but there was a bit more sarcasm in his eyes.

He originally thought that Shu Jin was a character, but he didn't want to still be worldly.

"Zhou Dan is afraid of death and he will take revenge. No matter whether you are an assassin or not, as long as you are found out, you will be killed." Yincai said: "Now that Zhaoyue Tower is under siege, you should not be able to get out. Zhou Dan suspects me. I can't protect you for long."

This is indeed a hassle.

It's not a big problem for Shanyue to leave Zhaoyue Tower, but he can't.

Jiang Jintang sighed softly in his heart.

He was born into a family of military generals. Except for his elder sister and mother, everyone in the family did not practice martial arts. His two elder brothers had already achieved a lot of military exploits at a young age, but he was raised in the mansion since he was a child. You can't practice martial arts without horses, and the only thing you can do is archery.

It's really too embarrassing for the government.

Yincai looked at him for a while, then suddenly said: "I have a way, but it's a bit abrupt to say it, sir."

Jiang Jintang raised his eyelids: "Liu... Brother Yin, what can you do, just say it."

Yincai had a sincere face, but there was a bit of evil in his eyes: "...the assassin is a man, if the young master is a woman, naturally he won't attract attention."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang smiled.

He suddenly wanted to hit someone a little bit.

Yincai sighed, and said: "I know that it is indeed a great sacrifice for the young master to be a scholar like this, but how can life be more important than face? Now Zhaoyue Tower is like an airtight iron barrel, and it will soon disappear. It will be turned upside down, and when the young master is discovered, there is nothing I can do."

"..." Jiang Jintang pursed his lips.

Yincai was afraid to pat him on the shoulder, and said: "Then it's decided, I'll order someone to bring in a set of clothes, and I'll dress you up myself."

As he said that, he crossed Jiang Jintang and got out of bed, almost unable to hide the malice all over his body.

Jiang Jintang supported his forehead, and the veins on the back of his hand twitched.

This bastard, Xuan Lan...has even learned how to push his nose to his face!

Yincai is indeed dead, the only one who can take advantage of this loophole is Xuanlan, Jiang Jintang sent a great opportunity to this bastard, he just didn't know how to be grateful, and even tried to make him wear a skirt...

Xuan Lan will be back soon.

In fact, he is somewhat different from the real Yincai, he is taller and more upright, but he has grasped the characteristics of Yincai very well, and for those who are not familiar with Yincai, it is enough to get away with it.

Xuan Lan put the tray in front of the vanity mirror and said, "My lord, change your clothes."

Jiang Jintang's eyelids twitched when he saw the red dress.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes slowly fell back to Xuan Lan's face: "Is it necessary to wear it?"

Xuan Lan: "It must be worn."

"..." Jiang Jintang took a deep breath, picked up his clothes, and turned around to go behind the screen.

He is Shu Jin now, and Shu Jin is wearing a skirt, so what does it have to do with the nine-thousand-year-old Jiang Jintang?

No one will know about it.

If Xuan Lan finds out...then just silence this bastard.

Jiang Jintang thought with a blank expression.

He took off his clothes, but found that he couldn't wear women's clothes at all, it was too complicated, he still felt something was wrong after doing it for a long time, outside Xuan Lan asked: "Why is it still not healed?"

Jiang Jintang walked out of the screen with a bad face: "No."

Seeing him, Xuan Lan froze for a moment.

Shu Jin's facial features are only considered delicate, but her skin is very white, like suet white jade. With this red dress at this time, it is very eye-catching.

——Although the skirt was crooked by him.

Xuan Lan never thought that he would meet someone who is more unable to take care of himself than himself, so he took two steps forward and said, "This is the wrong place."

The slender fingers hooked the belt and slowly pulled it apart, the skirt was undone, revealing the snow-white tunic underneath.

The two were too close, so close that they could hear their breath, Jiang Jintang could even feel the heat from the boy's flesh and blood.

He felt a little uncomfortable, curled his fingers, and just took a step back, but was pulled back by someone's arms, accompanied by a low reprimand: "Why run? I don't know how to make trouble."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

hard.

Fist hardened.

Xuan Lan patiently untied all the ties that Jiang Jintang had tied together indiscriminately, and lowered his eyes to put on the clothes for him bit by bit.

Jiang Jintang's body was a little stiff, and he stood motionless until Xuan Lan took the initiative to take a step back and said, "Okay."

Jiang Jintang didn't want to see what he was like now, and said, "Is it okay?"

"If you go out like this, even the blind will know that you are a man." Xuan Lan raised her eyebrows and said to Jiang Jintang, "I'll comb your hair."

Jiang Jintang sat down in front of the vanity mirror, his face was reflected in the bronze mirror, he couldn't see clearly, but the red dress was really eye-catching.

Xuan Lan stood behind him, thinking about what to do.

He had never combed his own hair, let alone sent it to others, but he wanted to see Jiang Jintang make a fool of himself, so he couldn't let go of this opportunity no matter what.

There are always the most exquisite and fresh things in the palace, whether it is people or things, or hairpins and hairpins.

Xuan Lan recalled the style she had seen in the palace, picked up a strand of black hair with her fingers, and paused.

The tentacles are warm and cool, like a piece of fine silk, making people reluctant to use too much strength.

Xuan Lan sent him a serious text with downcast eyes, and her movements were actually gentle. Jiang Jintang didn't expect much, so he just closed his eyes and didn't look at it.

Xuan Lan fiddled with it for a long time, until he gave him the last hairpin, and finally said: "It's done."

Jiang Jintang opened his eyes and leaned close to the bronze mirror to see what kind of dignity he was now, but Xuan Lan pressed his shoulder and said, "I haven't put on makeup yet."

Jiang Jintang: "...?"

Jiang Jintang felt that Xuan Lan was really tired of working.

Xuan Lan didn't know what Jiang Jintang was thinking, so he picked up a can of lead powder on the table with great interest, and said, "This should be applied to the face, right? I'll help you..."

Jiang Jintang grabbed his wrist and showed a murderous smile: "That's not necessary."

Xuan Lan looked at the lead powder, then at Jiang Jintang, and said, "It's true... your skin is fair, and it doesn't look so good with lead powder."

Having said that, he picked up Qingdai again, and said, "I'll give you a thrush."

Jiang Jintang persuaded himself to hold back, thrush is better than powder, isn't it?

Xuan Lan bent down, gently squeezed Jiang Jintang's jaw with one hand, and said, "I'm going to start."

In Jiang Jintang's ears, this was undoubtedly a death sentence.

At this time, he recalled the pain of teaching Xuanlan how to draw when he was young. The strong bear was still as clear as yesterday, and Jiang Jintang had already imagined what he would become under Xuanlan's hands.

Xuan Lan is very serious, just as serious as when he was painting when he was a child.

The private room was quiet and quiet, with only the occasional sound of the wind. No matter who did such an intimate thing like thrushing eyebrows in front of the mirror, it seemed that it would be better to talk about it than a pair of monarchs and ministers who had a bloody feud.

But on such a bustling and silent night, Xuan Lan leaned in front of the vanity mirror and drew eyebrows for a man.

After an unknown amount of time, Xuan Lan finally straightened up in satisfaction. Jiang Jintang thought the torture would be over, but unexpectedly he picked up the lip balm again.

Jiang Jintang refused with a full face.

Xuan Lan said, "Go out and have a look, which girl in Zhaoyue Pavilion doesn't use lip balm?"

Now that the matter has come to this point, it seems that Xuan Lan can only be silenced.

Jiang Jintang tried his best to be calm: "I will do it myself."

"Let me come." Xuan Lan refused, and said: "This mirror is not good, you can't see clearly, I will give you a crystal mirror in the future."

As he spoke, he pinched Jiang Jintang's chin again, and his other hand was stained with bright red lipstick, and slowly touched Jiang Jintang's lips.

This person sometimes has an unforgiving mouth, but his lips are unreasonably soft. Xuan Lan pressed down unconsciously with his fingers, and immediately saw the plump lips slightly sunken, with a bright red color, making his eyes slightly soft. squint.

Jiang Jintang raised his eyes, as if he didn't understand what he was doing.

Xuan Lan came back to her senses, carefully spread the lip balm evenly on him, and then smudged it on his cheeks, making this otherwise ordinary face a little more charming in an instant.

Xuan Lan stood up straight, and just about to speak, Jiang Jintang turned his eyes and raised his eyes and said, "I think it's enough, there's no need to do anything extra."

For some reason, Xuan Lan was amazed by this look.

The red dress with black hair and blond steps, soft and ruddy lips, black and white eyes, mixed with the sweet fragrance in the air, makes people want to tear off the red dress that was carefully put on not long ago, Look at the even more bewitching scenery under the dress.

Xuan Lan stretched out his hand unconsciously.

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The dog emperor suddenly fell in love with the play miracle Tangtang, and built a whole wardrobe for him.