Traitor, he is bent on death

"..." Shanyue withdrew the knife speechlessly, and said, "Master Jian, can't you go through the door?"

Jian Yuanjia wiped the rainwater from his face, and with a force on his waist, he rolled into the room and said: "Miss Wang's people are squatting at the door to guard, if I go through the door, I will definitely be caught and questioned." Ask Xi, it's very troublesome."

Jiang Jintang handed him a cloth towel and asked him to wipe off the water on his body. While wiping, Jian Yuanjia said, "Next time you go out pretending to be a girl. I don't believe that there are still girls who will fall in love with you."

Jiang Jintang froze.

It's true that no girls will fall in love with him if he is dressed as a girl, but men will fall in love with him, which made Jiang Jintang a little bit unable to make a choice for a while.

Jian Yuanjia just said casually, and didn't know that he had poked Jiang Jintang's sore spot, so he threw the cloth towel and said, "I went to see Diao Sheng, and I learned something very interesting."

Jiang Jintang sat back on the arhat chair, Shanyue poured Jian Yuanjia a cup of hot tea, Jian Yuanjia drank it to moisten his throat, and then said: "Diaosheng dared to assassinate Zhou Dan, and if she could assassinate Zhou Dan, it means that she is definitely behind the scenes." There are other planners, otherwise, according to the extent of Zhou Dan's greed for life and fear of death, how could the dancer be allowed to bring a sharp knife into the banquet hall."

Jiang Jintang had guessed this point a long time ago, he looked up at Jian Yuanjia, and motioned for Jian Yuanjia to continue.

Jian Yuanjia said: "It took me a while to gain Diao Sheng's trust. She told me that she joined an organization called Qingtianjiao. After the Qingtian Sect chanted the slogan of "protect Li Shu, clean up traitors", its prestige rose sharply."

"Qingtian Cult..." Jiang Jintang smiled, he couldn't see whether it was ridicule or anything else in his smile, and said slowly: "It's really a big tone to dare to call yourself Qingtian."

"That's not it." Jian Yuanjia said: "Tiao Sheng had nothing to do with Qingtian Sect, but about half a year ago, she welcomed a prostitute... Forget it, to put it nicely, it's called a guest, and this guest is from Qingtian Sect. One of the important figures, Diao Sheng also joined the Qingtian Sect through his introduction."

"Mission failed, Qingtian Sect has no intention of rescuing Diaosheng?"

Jian Yuanjia raised the corners of her lips: "Rescue? Tiaosheng is now a loyal believer of Qingtian Sect. She is not afraid of death, and even thinks that death is righteousness."

Jiang Jintang was silent for a moment, and then said: "This trip to the south of the Yangtze River is more troublesome than I imagined."

"What are you going to do now?" Jian Yuanjia asked: "The news came from the spies that the little emperor has already started to act. It is only a matter of time before we get the evidence that Yin Yao lied about the disaster."

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelashes, and said after a long time: "I entrusted such an important matter to him, I hope he will not disappoint my expectations, he only knows how to reap some short-term benefits."

"This is a big move. It's really reckless for you to entrust him with full power." Jian Yuanjia said lightly: "The matter of Yao Shou has already ruined the chess you have laid for many years, and you still trust him so much?"

"I don't trust him, but I trust Xuan Shen's blood flowing in his bones." Jiang Jintang laughed at himself and said, "It's ridiculous to say it, but if Xuan Shen is still alive, I can't wait to drink his blood and eat his flesh." Don't worry about it, but... I also trust him very much."

His eyes fell on the outside of the window, where the corners of the eaves were soaked by rain. After many years of wind and frost, a thin layer of soil had accumulated on the corners of the eaves, and tenacious purple violets grew there, fluttering in the drizzle. One wonders when it will be swept away by the wind.

Speaking of Xuan Shen, the other two in the room were a little silent.

It was Jiang Jintang himself who said, "You shouldn't mention him... Seriously, this Qingtian sect is very interesting, let's sneak in and have a look."

"The Qingtian sect is very powerful now. Several leaders are on the government's most wanted list. It has rarely recruited newcomers. I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"Don't we just have a nomination certificate in our hands?" Jiang Jintang smiled slightly, and said, "Diaosheng is a woman who does not give way to a man. It is a pity to die like this."

Jian Yuanjia raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I will arrange this matter."

Jiang Jintang hummed, and said, "Change into your clothes and follow me to the Cui family's ancestral house."

If the weather was like this in the past, Shanyue would never allow Jiang Jintang to go out, but since he was going to Cui's house, Shanyue couldn't say anything to dissuade him.

The Cui family has flourished for 400 years. There have been five generations of emperors from their ancestors. They are well-known scholars and famous far and wide. Not to mention the Jiangnan in the capital city, even the barbarians are very respected.

But it is such a family with a century-old reputation that was massacred ten years ago. The old Patriarch Cui took off his official uniform while kneeling in the ancestral hall. Completed the last integrity of a civil servant.

Jiang Jintang stood at the gate of Cui's mansion. The Cui family, which used to be a bustling city, is now deserted. The red lacquer gate has faded, and the seal pasted on it can also see the vicissitudes of time. The wind blows in through the cracks in the door, and there is a sense of bleakness everywhere.

Jiang Jintang closed his eyes.

He has never been to Jiangnan, let alone Cui's old house, but from his mother's description, he is familiar with every plant and tree here.

He knew that when the gate opened, it was a screen wall with a picture of Lingshuang plum blossoms embossed on it. Walking around the screen wall, there was a nine-turn corridor, a rockery pavilion, pavilions hidden among lush flowers and trees, and the moonlight accompanied by lights in the night, it was so beautiful.

We met each other at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, but it seemed like an old friend came.

My mother often said that when she was young, she loved to swing under the old apricot tree. The uncles loved her and always pushed her and coaxed her to pick the moon in the sky.

Later, she went to the capital with her grandmother to visit relatives, and the Jie Drum Tower was so shocking that she never returned to Jiangnan, and stayed in the capital she didn't like, where there were intrigues and intrigues.

Fearing that she would be homesick, her father did everything possible to find an old apricot tree similar to the one in the Cui family's yard and transplanted it in the backyard of Duke Dingguo's mansion, and tied a not-so-good-looking swing for her with his own hands.

Sometimes Jiang Jintang felt that Cui Danyan was so easy to deceive.

She was clearly the apple of the eye of the Cui family, and she could stay in Yangzhou to be her daughter, but just because of that person's smile and a broken swing, she married thousands of miles away, left her father and brother, and buried her in a foreign land.

Shanyue unsealed the seal, pushed open the gate, and the creaking sound awakened Jiang Jintang's thoughts. He was holding an umbrella, and when he was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly smiled: "Actually, I should not be worthy of stepping into Cui's house. "

"Don't belittle yourself so much." Jian Yuanjia said: "Those things have nothing to do with you in the first place."

Jiang Jintang didn't speak, he looked up, and saw that the scenery was actually quite different from what his mother described back then. After all, the Cui family was ransacked, and there was chaos inside. There is no such thing as a grand scene of Baiding.

Behind the screen wall, the vegetation was sparse, Jiang Jintang walked along the corridor and found the old apricot tree.

This season is the flowering period of apricot blossoms, the branches of the old apricot trees are flourishing, and the rain of flowers is mixed with drizzle, like a dream of someone back then.

The swing was dangling alone, the boards on it were rotten and stained with old blood.

Jiang Jintang tightened his fingers holding the handle of the umbrella, the back of his hand was covered with tense veins, and his knuckles were turning white.

"Master..." Shanyue said worriedly.

"...It's okay." Jiang Jintang withdrew his gaze, his eyelashes trembled, and turned around to move on.

The Cui family places great emphasis on sacrifices, and the ancestral hall is especially solemn and solemn. Even though no one has taken care of it for so many years, it still makes people feel intimidated.

Jian Yuanjia lit the oil lamp, and the dark ancestral hall was lit up, illuminating the densely packed memorial tablets inside.

The tablet placed at the front was obviously Cui's old patriarch and Jiang Jintang's grandfather.

At that time, Jiang Jintang secretly sent people to Jiangnan to collect the corpses of the Cui family, and enshrined the tablets in the ancestral hall.

Jiang Jintang knelt on the cold ground, kowtowed his head three times slowly, his voice hoarse: "...Tang is not filial, it will be ten years before he comes to pay homage to our ancestors."

"Jiang's family was killed, Cui's family was slaughtered, Tang lived alone for ten years, the family's blood and tears have not been wiped away, brothers and sisters have not been revenged, and more than a thousand innocent souls are still dreaming every night, complaining to Tang about the pain of life and death, but Tang has nothing to do. As."

The person who always had a straight back fell on the ground like a child at this moment, his voice choked up: "Tang Ben Wuyan entered the Cui family's house, but the ancestors are above, and my father protected my life with the iron certificate of Danshu. Before I go to die, I will tell you that those who kill my family, the Xuan family, the family, are not the common people of Li, should not hold grudges, should not be evil, and should not be treacherous..."

"Tang didn't obey his father's order, and he will go to the underworld in the future, and he will plead guilty to the thorns."

"Tang knew that time was short, so he came here with the audacity to not ask for forgiveness from his ancestors, but just to ease his mother's heart and let her know that Tang, on behalf of his father, brother and sister, has seen all the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. "

After he finished speaking, he slammed his head on the ground again, which was particularly harsh in the silent ancestral hall.

It took a long time before Jiang Jintang raised his head, his eyes were already red, but he didn't shed a single tear.

It seemed that all his tears in this life had already been shed on the rainy night when he received the imperial decree to supervise Jiang's family.

Jian Yuanjia frowned and went to help him, but Jiang Jintang suddenly covered his heart, and spat out a big mouthful of bright red blood, which splashed on the ground like a strange flower blooming.

Shanyue was shocked, and hurriedly knelt beside Jiang Jintang, supported him, and took out the medicine: "Master..."

Jiang Jintang waved his hand and didn't take his medicine.

He raised his pale fingers to wipe off the blood on the corner of his lips, and smiled, but seemed happy: "Pain will remind me that I am still alive."

He murmured: "Back then, my grandfather was kneeling here, taking off his white coat and hat, pleading guilty for his daughter. He took responsibility for his daughter's faults. The emperors and teachers of the two dynasties deserved to enjoy the Taimiao. They fought with their lives, but still failed." Keep the Cui family safe."

Shanyue's eyes were also red: "Master..."

"People always ask me...whether I hate it or not." Jiang Jintang said in a soft voice, "...how can I not hate, how can I not hate."

There was blood between his pale fingers, blood was also stained on his white clothes, and his whole body felt broken. For a moment, it only made people feel that he would be lost forever in the next moment.

Xuan Lan, who was raising the hem of his robe and walking into the banquet hall of singing and dancing, suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

The person leading the way stopped quickly, and asked cautiously, "Master Yin...but is there something wrong?"

There is nothing wrong with that.

Xuan Lan frowned, raised her hand and gently covered her heart.

At that moment just now, his heart suddenly hurt extremely sharply, as if... his heart was feeling sorry for someone.

Xuan Lan returned to her senses, pressed the corners of her lips, and said, "It's nothing, let's go."

……

Jian Yuanjia walked out of Cui's house with Jiang Jintang in his arms with an extremely ugly face.

Jiang Jintang was already in a coma, his thin wrist was hanging down, and his white jade-like fingers were covered with blood, like some kind of ominous totem, bit by bit devouring the little vitality left in him.

Looking at the gloomy sky, he cursed: "I really want to pick up a knife and kill the little emperor."

Shanyue pursed her lips and said nothing, but her face was equally ugly.

Jian Yuanjia laughed angrily: "What do you think this man is trying to do?! The 17-year-old No. He was trampled by the first emperor before, and now he is trampled on for the little emperor... Shanyue, surnamed Jiang, does he owe him the Xuan family?!"

"Even if I owe it, I should pay it off after all these years of wasting and loneliness." Shanyue said in a low voice: "When the late emperor was still alive, the master was trapped in the cage of the late emperor. After the late emperor left, the master was trapped in his own cage." In his prison, no one can save him."

He raised his head and looked at Jian Yuanjia, his eyes were full of deep sorrow, and his voice was almost choked up: "As early as the day when Jiang's family executed the execution, the master had already died, and now he only survived by relying on the iron coupon of the Dan book It's just a body."

Jian Yuanjia's fingers started to tremble, and she wanted to scold a few words. Looking at Jiang Jintang's bloodless face, she couldn't scold anything. In the end, she just said something unclear: "I wish you couldn't see through your own heart." .”

"In this case, at least after you die, you can still be buried in the Jiang family's ancestral grave."

I'm only afraid of you, I can't help myself.

……

Diao Sheng was covered with injuries, sitting on the straw and hugging her knees, the night in March was cold to the bone, she was wearing thin clothes, hugging herself tightly still could not keep warm, the wound seemed to be numb from the cold, but not It hurts so much.

She looked up at the small window, which was less than a palm wide, and a little moonlight shone through there, reminding her of the person she held in her heart.

Diao Sheng knew that no one would come to save her, because that person's letter clearly stated that even if the assassination was successful, it would be fatal, but she was not afraid of death, she was willing to die for the people in Jiangnan.

only……

It is regrettable not to be able to see him again.

She closed her eyes gently, wondering if she could survive the night, when she suddenly heard footsteps.

Slow and casual, not like a jailer.

Diao Sheng raised his head in a daze, and saw an ordinary face reflected in the moonlight, which he had seen before in the daytime. Seeing the surprise on her face, the man made a silent movement, and said softly, "Diao Sheng Girl, I'm here to save you."

……

Xuan Lan drank a lot of wine that night, even though he was a good drinker, he was also a little drunk, so that he had a ridiculous dream.

Even more absurd than a spring dream.

In the dream, Jiang Jintang was dressed in red, sitting in front of the vanity mirror, and he bent over to paint his eyebrows. Jiang Jintang had a little smile on his face, and he had an alluring look, which made Xuanlan understand King Zhou You in an instant. Why does Fenghuo play with the princes.

When a beauty smiles, she is really beautiful.

His heart was beating fast, and when he put down Luo Dai, his hands even trembled a little, but he still picked up the lip balm, a little bright red stained on his fingertips, like the deepest lust in the world, and he took this deepest and most The strong desire slowly bloomed on Jiang Jintang's lips, like adding crimson color to a pale crabapple.

Fingers slid across the soft lips, paused at the corners of the lips, and finally couldn't restrain himself, pinched his chin, bowed his head and kissed him.

Between his lips and teeth, he heard Jiang Jintang's very soft voice: "Qi Ye...I'm in so much pain."

The author has something to say:

Yesterday I thought I hung up the leave slip, but I didn’t, sorry, sorry, I’ll see if it’s Saturday or Sunday, I’m sorry, I know you’re going to say that Tangtang is miserable again, yes, I feel Tangtang too Tang is so miserable, woo woo woo, I'll scold the dog emperor first!