Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang opened his eyes wearily, and Xuan Lan clicked his tongue: "I'm not dead."

It's a bit regretful.

Xuan Lan turned over and got off the horse, Jiang Jintang immediately fell down with no support, Xuan Lan subconsciously caught him, and was shocked to find that this person was so light and weightless.

"His Majesty!"

Many people gathered around, Xuan Lan glanced at the dying Jiang Jintang, and said irritably, "Get ready for the carriage."

Someone hurried to do it, Xuan Ke tidied up his clothes, walked to Xuan Lan, saw the person leaning in Xuan Lan's arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in amazement: "This is... nine thousand years old?!"

When Xuan Lang captured Jiang Jintang and came back, he wanted to show off his spoils to Xuan Ke, but now Jiang Jintang's half-dead appearance made him lose interest, and said, "We'll talk about it when we go back to the palace."

Xuan Ke respectfully said: "Yes."

Jiang Jintang still had a sliver of consciousness, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyes fell on Xuan Ke's face, with a cold smile on his lips: "...His Royal Highness, long time no see, are you okay?"

Xuan Ke stood in the flames, his face flickering with light and shadows, he said softly: "After years, nine thousand years, I still feel sorry for him."

The word was used too delicately, Xuan Lan suddenly raised his head to look at Xuan Ke, but Xuan Ke still had a warm smile on his face.

Jiang Jintang said softly, "His Royal Highness Wang An is as disgusting as ever."

Xuan Lan didn't know what kind of trick these two people were playing, there was always something old and old that he didn't know about, so he was a little displeased, got up and said: "Let's go back to the palace."

He moved so fast that Jiang Jintang's head hit his hard ribs, his vision went dark, his weak body couldn't hold it anymore, and he passed out.

Xuan Lan: "..."

Someone next to him immediately stepped forward to take over, but Xuan Lan acted as if he hadn't noticed, threw Jiang Jintang into the warm carriage with a dark face, and then got on the horse himself.

There was another fine snow in the sky, falling on Xuan Lan's eyelashes, he blinked, the snowflakes turned into water, he looked down at his hand, and rubbed his fingers unconsciously.

Jiang Jintang's waist...was too thin and too soft.

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When Jiang Jintang woke up, he smelled the faint fragrance of Ruinao. He rubbed his temples, and when he looked up, he saw layers of gold-woven gauze curtains, which were very luxurious.

Hearing the commotion inside, someone immediately opened the gauze curtain, and seeing him awake, said happily: "You finally woke up!"

It was Yao Chunhui.

Jiang Jintang soon realized that he was in the palace, "Why is the princess here?"

Yao Chunhui bit his lips, and said, "Last night, His Majesty brought you back to the palace, saying that you were sick. I am your fiancée, and I should come to take care of you...and here I am."

Jiang Jintang glanced at the sky outside: "What time is it?"

"It's already you time." Yao Chunhui said softly, "You should drink the medicine first, I just warmed up."

Youshi...

He slept almost a day and a night.

His head was still dizzy and his body was sore and uncomfortable as if he had been disassembled and reassembled, but Jiang Jintang ignored Yao Chunhui's talk about taking the medicine and said, "Bring me my clothes."

Yao Chunhui brought clothes and wanted to wait for him to put them on, but Jiang Jintang refused. After getting dressed slowly, he was about to go out, but unexpectedly bumped into Xuan Lan who was about to come in.

Xuan Lan grabbed his shoulders and said in an unclear tone, "It would be bad if I knocked Jiu Qiansui unconscious again."

Jiang Jintang remembered the incident when he bumped his head into his arms and passed out: "..."

He said with a cold face: "Your Majesty Wanan."

"I'm pretty good, but Nine Thousand Years is not so good." Xuan Lan let go of his hand: "The imperial doctor said that Nine Thousand Years' body was very weak. What about the deficit?"

As soon as this son of a bitch got his ambition, he became extremely rampant and wanted to stomp on his head repeatedly. Jiang Jintang said coldly, "It's a deficiency brought out of the mother's womb."

"So that's it." Xuan Lan looked him up and down: "Where is Nine Thousand Years going?"

"Of course it's back home."

"Going back to the mansion?" Xuan Lan smiled: "Don't bother, today the court was arguing over the assassination of King An last night, and they are all waiting for Nine Thousand Years to show up tomorrow to explain the cause and effect of the matter. It's already night, Nine Thousand Years Old Tomorrow morning I rushed to the palace again, I was so tired, if I died on the way, wouldn't I have lost my beloved minister?"

Jiang Jintang wanted him to lose his life right now.

It is true that when the first emperor entrusted the little crown prince to him, he never thought of raising him well, and he did not care about Xuan Lan's growth experience for so many years, but the wives he invited for Xuan Lan were all contemporary Confucian scholars with real skills Really knowledgeable, teaching the way of "benevolent government", how did Xuan Lan grow up to look like a cat who dislikes dogs?

Jiang Jintang turned around and entered the room, and sat on the chaise longue by himself, as if he didn't want to talk much.

Seeing Xuan Lan coming in, Yao Chunhui hurriedly saluted, probably because he had just won Jiang Jintang's trick with words, Xuan Lan was in a happy mood, and said with a smile, "Master Fu Lu is my righteous sister, so there is no need to be so formal in the future."

Yao Chunhui knew that this was just casual talk, so he didn't dare to take it seriously, thank you.

Xuan Lan glanced at the medicine bowl which was still full, and said: "Didn't the imperial doctor say that you should take the medicine when you wake up at nine thousand years old? Why haven't you taken it yet?"

Jiang Jintang picked up the tea, took a sip, and said, "It's a bit hot."

Xuan Lan stretched out his hand to touch the edge of the medicine bowl, and said, "It's almost cold, Jiu Qiansui should drink quickly."

Jiang Jintang glanced at the dark concoction, and suspected that Xuan Lan wanted to take the opportunity to poison him to death.

But killing him is not good for the current Xuanlan, and it is very likely that he will face the risk of chaos in the court.

Xuan Lan was like a benevolent monarch who cared about his courtiers. He put the medicine bowl in front of Jiang Jintang, and said softly, "Ai Qing, the medicine will lose its effect when it cools down."

Jiang Jintang pursed his lips, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it while holding his breath. After swallowing, he took a deep breath, feeling bitter in his heart.

He drank in a hurry, the reddish lips were stained with black medicinal juice, Xuan Lan casually took out his handkerchief and handed it to him, then tapped the corners of his lips to indicate to him that there were medicinal stains here.

Jiang Jintang took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips. Suddenly, the square handkerchief in his hand looked familiar. When he unfolded it, it was indeed embroidered with a pear flower with rain.

He raised his eyes and said, "Isn't this His Majesty's favorite thing?"

"..." Xuan Lan froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is how I love Jiu Qiansui."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang was already a little nauseated by the bowl of bitter medicine, but when he heard Xuan Lan's words, he almost spit out directly, and put the handkerchief back in front of Xuan Lan: "Your Majesty has broken my humble minister."

Xuan Lan didn't want this square handkerchief at first, but it was his "beloved thing", so he could only keep it away, so he glanced at Wang Laifu, who was very winking, and came forward to pick up the handkerchief, at this time a The little eunuch came in and reported: "Your Majesty, His Highness King An heard that Jiu Qiansui woke up, and came to visit him."

Xuan Lan propped his chin with one hand, and said, "Please come in, Uncle Huang."

Xuan Ke wore a sky-blue brocade robe today, with a slender figure and a gentle and elegant appearance inherited from his mother and concubine. Many of the girls who are still in the boudoir fall in love with him, they are riding horses leaning on the leaning bridge, with red sleeves all over the building, with a romantic and dignified appearance.

Xuan Ke saluted Xuan Lan first, and then smiled slightly at Jiang Jintang: "Is Nine Thousand Years better today?"

If someone else faced the mastermind who wanted to kill him last night, he would never have such a calm demeanor. Wang An was very tolerant and even greeted him with a smile.

Jiang Jintang leaned on the imperial concubine's chair, his expression on his face was paler than the snow outside, his mouth became bitter when he spoke, and his expression became even more impatient: "Your Highness is still alive and well, and I am naturally fine."

Xuan Ke said with a smile: "Nine thousand years old, I wish I could live a hundred years."

Jiang Jintang twitched the corners of his lips, did not speak, and focused on a landscape painting hanging on the wall.

"Uncle Huang has been exhausted all the way, why don't you rest for two more days." Xuan Lan said, "I will definitely give Uncle Huang justice for the assassination."

When this matter was finally mentioned, Jiang Jintang's eyes moved slightly.

Xuan Lan is like a cat that has caught a mouse. Before eating it, he likes to play with it. Jiang Jintang finds it a little funny because of his childish nature.

Xuan Ke lifted the hem of his robe and knelt on the ground: "This is exactly what I came here for."

"What is the emperor doing?" Xuan Lan frowned and asked Wang Laifu to help Xuan Ke, but Xuan Ke said: "I would like to ask Your Majesty not to pursue what happened last night."

The smile on Xuan Lan's face faded: "What?"

Xuan Ke said: "I have some personal grievances with Jiu Qiansui. It is because I made a mistake first. It is natural for Jiu Qiansui to want revenge, so I would like to ask Your Majesty not to pursue this matter."

Xuan Lan slapped the table and stood up abruptly: "Assassinating the prince of the imperial court is a serious crime that can punish the nine clans!"

Hearing the words "Zhu Jiu Clan", Jiang Jintang's eyes flashed a slight sarcasm, he was alone, how could he come from Jiu Clan?

Xuan Ke kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, please appease your anger."

Xuan Lan has always respected this uncle emperor, suppressed his anger, and said: "What personal grievances does uncle Huang have with Jiu Qiansui, is it worthy of his murder outside the capital?!"

Xuan Ke smiled wryly and said: "When I was younger, I didn't do anything... I used to verbally insult Jiu Qiansui. It was all my fault, so I don't blame Jiu Qiansui."

Xuan Lan looked sideways at Jiang Jintang: "It's just a few words of verbal humiliation. At nine thousand years old, you want to take King An's life? What a temper!"

Under the emperor's anger, Jiang Jintang didn't even change his expression: "Those who insult me ​​will be killed. This is the principle of the late emperor's ministers."

Xuan Lan sneered: "Nine thousand years old, are you using the late emperor to suppress me?"

"I don't dare." Jiang Jintang said calmly: "It is a fact that I intercepted and killed King An, and I leave it up to His Majesty to deal with it."

The blue veins on Xuan Lanqi's forehead twitched.

When Jiang Jintang fell in his arms last night, he could have easily pinched his neck, but he didn't do it because Jiang Jintang had too much power in his relationship, and he died It is more troublesome than not dying, otherwise he would have died countless times with his body that would collapse in the wind.

Now that Jiang Jintang's attitude is so arrogant and arrogant, it is clear that Xuan Lan dare not do anything to him.

Xuan Lan's previously pretended goodwill disappeared, and he returned to his usual surlyness. He stared at Jiang Jintang, thinking the same way every night for the past ten years.

Xuan Ke said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the nine-thousand-year-old is the pillar of the country, and please don't hurt the peace with the nine-thousand-year-old monarch and his ministers for the sake of your ministers."

Xuan Lan originally wanted to take this opportunity to force Jiang Jintang to let go of some of his power and slowly disintegrate the power network he built, but now that even Xuan Ke came out to tear down the stage, he became more and more angry, and sneered: "Since King An Don't pursue it anymore, what else will I pursue."

But thinking about letting it go like this is really annoying, he said again: "Nine thousand years old still has to put the body first, don't work too hard, this month please let nine thousand years old rest in the mansion, don't worry about it. Come to court."

This is grounding.

Jiang Jintang stood up and saluted: "I thank Your Majesty for your kindness. Since that's the case, I will go back to the residence first."

With suppressed anger in Xuan Lan's eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Wang Laifu, are you dead? I didn't hear that Jiu Qiansui was going back to the mansion, why don't you hurry up and prepare the car!"

Wang Laifu was in trouble for no reason, and he nodded and bowed as usual: "Slave, let's go!"

Jiang Jintang turned to go out, Wang Laifu held an umbrella for him, he was thin and tall, and Wang Laifu was short and fat, he had to stand on tiptoe to hold the umbrella for him, forcibly destroying the beauty of the beauty walking in the snow.

"Changning." Amidst the howling wind, Xuan Ke chased him out and called out.

Jiang Jintang stopped abruptly.

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