Traitor, he is bent on death

Xuan Lan was drying half of her arm, the blood on her clothes had turned dark red, but the wound was still untreated.

Wang Laifu watched from the side, his face wrinkled into a ball: "Your Majesty! It's been a day and night for you, and if you drag it on, it will get worse!"

Xuan Lan stared at the roof and asked, "The person still hasn't come?"

Wang Laifu said: "You keep asking if anyone is here... You always have to tell this old slave who you want to see!"

Xuan Lan snorted, sat up from the bed, looked at her still bloody wound, and hissed: "It really hurts."

The arrow almost pierced his arm. After he pulled out the arrow with his backhand, he never took care of it. It was a pity that he suffered all day and night in vain.

Xuan Lan's expression was not very good, she closed her eyes and said, "Let the doctor come in."

Wang Laifu was overjoyed and said, "Yes!"

The doctor has been on standby all the time, and came over soon, carefully treating Xuan Lan's wound. Although I don't know who this is, but the people around him are vicious, and they are not easy to provoke.

Wang Laifu felt the pain beside him, grinning his teeth with a ferocious expression, as if he was the one who was injured, Xuan Lan was even more upset when he saw it, and said: "Now Yangzhou should be very lively."

"Yes." Wang Laifu said in a respectful voice, "I heard that besides His Majesty, there will be nine thousand years of age accompanying him to Jiangnan this time."

Xuan Lan paused, then pulled up the corners of her lips and smiled.

Wang Laifu said again: "However, Shengjia already set off for Huazhou yesterday, counting the time, now is the time to enter the city."

Xuan Lan was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Prepare the carriage, let's go to the city gate to have a look."

Wang Laifu hurriedly said: "No way! You are still injured!"

Xuan Lan said impatiently, "I broke an arm, not a leg."

Wang Laifu was full of worries, thinking that Jiu Qiansui was indeed the vixen who had cultivated for a thousand years, His Majesty heard that he was coming, he didn't even care about his injuries, so he went to see him.

However, according to Lord Nie, His Majesty clearly has a good impression of a failed scholar named Shu Jin along the way...

hiss.

As expected of a member of the royal family, seeing a romantic who loves another is engraved in his bones.

While Wang Laifu was thinking wildly in his heart, he went to prepare the carriage. Xuan Lan disliked the doctor's slow movements. After he finished taking the medicine, he pulled a bandage and bandaged the wound himself. .

Sheng Jia Haohao Tangtang drove dozens of carriages, Xuan Lan sat by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, and finally saw Jiang Jintang's carriage.

The sign of Chitose Prefecture was wobbly, and it was especially dazzling in the sun.

Xuan Lan slowly stroked the teacup in his hand with his fingers, and the expression on his face was so unpredictable that it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, so that Wang Laifu didn't dare to speak easily.

The convoy stopped suddenly.

Xuan Lan looked up, and saw someone blocking the way at the front of the convoy.

It was Wang Que, the prefect of Huazhou.

Wearing an official robe, he led a group of Huazhou officials behind him, and openly blocked the emperor's carriage on the street, then lifted his clothes and knelt down.

Officials of all sizes in Huazhou knelt on the ground one after another, and the people watching the excitement were all stunned, not knowing which song was sung.

Xuan Lan narrowed his eyes, understood something in an instant, and smiled sarcastically: "It was clever at the last moment."

"...What?" Wang Laifu didn't understand.

Xuan Lan said indifferently: "Just look at it."

The prefect of Huazhou blocked the way, so the emperor naturally wanted to ask the reason. Xuan Yi lifted the curtain of the car and said in a deep voice, "Wang Que, what do you mean?"

Xuan Yi's face is seven or eight points similar to Xuan Lan after changing his appearance. When he is not moving, he can pretend to be fake, but once he speaks, he will not look like an emperor after all, but it is enough to fool those who have never seen the emperor. .

Wang Que took a deep breath, saluted the emperor, and knocked his three heads heavily on the ground. His head was bleeding immediately, and he choked up and said loudly, "Your Majesty! The minister is guilty!"

The people let out a burst of exclamation.

Xuan Yi glanced at the guard standing beside him, and the guard frowned, indicating that Xuan Yi could answer.

Xuan Yi said: "What is the crime of Mr. Wang, wanting to stop my carriage? Do you know this, is it a treason?!"

"Your Majesty is guilty!" Wang Que said, "But I have no choice but to act. Your Majesty, please listen to my words!"

Xuan Yi frowned and said, "Yun."

Wang Que kowtowed his head again, and then said: "My minister is here to sue the imperial court today! I want to sue Yin Yao, the Jiedu envoy of Jiangnan, for many years of harming Jiangnan and the fish and meat people! He even lied about the disaster in Jiangnan and embezzled the imperial court Disaster relief money!"

There was an uproar.

Even Wang Laifu was dumbfounded: "He, he, he... he just sued Yinyao, but he still wanted to sue Yinyao?! Didn't Yinyao pull him up with one hand?!"

Xuan Lan took a sip of tea and said casually, "Wang Laifu, what do you think is the most important thing in this world?"

Wang Laifu thought for a moment, then said: "Fame, profit?"

"No." Xuan Lan said, "It's fate."

Old Wang Que burst into tears, crying blood: "Your Majesty is holy, you drove to the south of the Yangtze River to experience the suffering of the people. Yin Yao was afraid that the Dongchuang incident would happen, so he secretly ordered the minister to spread the plague in Huazhou, and opened Qiuziyan, flooding Huazhou City. !"

"It's true at this time?!" Xuan Yi quickly got down from the carriage, walked up to Wang Que, and frowned deeply: "Wang Que, Yin Yao is my servant, and you will not tolerate your wanton slander!"

"Everything I said is true!" Wang Que swore, "If there is even half a lie, my Wang family will be wiped out!"

"I remember that you are Yin Yao's disciple." Xuan Yi said in a deep voice, "Why did you expose him?"

Wang Que smiled wryly and said: "Weichen has been the prefect of Huazhou for three years. Although he has made no achievements, he wants to be a real parent official. The secret order of Lord Yin is really appalling. I can't just watch Huazhou fall. , so I refused to obey... I know that this matter will not end well, but please be merciful to protect my wife and children, and my humble minister—"

He pulled out his sword abruptly, and hissed, "My minister, there is no regret in dying."

Blood spattered out, and a gorgeous flower bloomed under the warm sun. Wang Que died with regret, and his body fell to the ground.

A group of officials wailed and went to help his corpse: "Master Wang! My lord..."

Xuan Yi really didn't know how this matter would end, so he couldn't help but look at the guard. The guard looked upstairs secretly, and Xuan Lan was watching the show with his cheeks on his hands, so he just waved his hand casually.

The guard lowered his eyelids and said to Xuan Yi in a low voice, "Nine thousand years old please."

Xuan Yi was taken aback for a moment, then raised his voice and said: "This matter is of great importance, go and invite Nine Thousand Years!"

Naturally, Jiang Jintang had already watched the whole drama, and he got off the carriage before anyone came over.

He hasn't slept well recently, and his face is paler, like a ghost walking under the scorching sun, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, complexion like snow, but bright red lips.

Ever since he got off the carriage, even the wind seemed to be less noisy.

The hem of the crimson brocade dress dragged across the ground, and Jiang Jintang walked to Xuan Yi's side with the umbrella supported by Shanyue.

Xuan Yi smelled the icy fragrance of Tang Tang on his body in an instant, it was clearly the smell of silent ice and snow, but it was like a charming fantasy dream in the world of mortals, one couldn't help but be addicted to it.

In a daze, Xuan Yi felt his heart beat a little faster, he clenched his fists restrainedly, and said: "Nine thousand years old, in your opinion, how should we deal with this matter?"

Jiang Jintang looked at Wang Que's corpse on the ground with his slender eyelashes hanging down, and said in a cold voice, "Master Wang has filed a lawsuit against him, and this matter will naturally be investigated."

It's ridiculous to say that a month ago, Yin Yao rushed back to the capital in a busy schedule to sue Jiang Jintang for an impeachment, but now he was bitten by his own dog.

"Let people bury Mr. Wang's bones." Jiang Jintang covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said, "Please take his family back."

Someone answered immediately.

"Your Majesty... nine thousand years old..." A thin scholar-like man cried and said, "Please punish the treacherous officials and avenge Lord Wang!"

Jiang Jintang laughed, and the man froze, only then did he realize that he had said something wrong.

After all, the number one treacherous minister in the world was standing in front of him.

Fortunately, Jiang Jintang didn't care about this matter with him, but said: "Since Mr. Wang has come to sue the imperial court, he must have evidence that Yin Yao has harmed the people. When you arrive at the prefect's mansion, you send it to me... ..." After a pause, he said, "Send it to His Majesty for a review."

"Yes!"

Jiang Jintang turned to look at Xuan Yi: "Your Majesty, let's go."

Xuan Yi nodded subconsciously: "Okay."

When he realized that he was the emperor now and shouldn't obey Jiang Jintang's words, Jiang Jintang had already walked back to his carriage.

The convoy continued driving, only Wang Que's blood remained on the bluestone slab, like some kind of ominous curse.

Xuan Lan put down the teacup and asked Wang Laifu, "Did you find what I asked you to look for?"

"I found it, I found it." Wang Laifu said repeatedly: "This thing is not easy to find, you want it right now?"

"Not now." Xuan Lan said, "Give it to me when it's night."

……

How could Xuan Yi dare to interfere with Yin Yao and Jiang Jintang's affairs, everything was sent to Jiang Jintang without Xuan Yi's eyes.

Jiang Jintang met many officials and read a lot of documents. It was almost three o'clock before he finally finished his work. He leaned on the chair and rubbed his temples, and murmured: "It's better to be Shu Jin... ..."

Shanyue put a bowl of lotus seed soup on the desk, and said in a low voice, "You didn't eat anything at night, please warm your stomach."

Jiang Jintang hummed, ate the lotus seed soup, and asked, "Wang Que's corpse, have you dealt with it?"

"It has been handed over to his family to take him back for burial."

Jiang Jintang pressed the center of his brows and smiled: "Wang Que has been moderate for many years, and he was a muddleheaded official, but he was smart once at the end of the day. He didn't do what Yin Yao ordered. The family will never let him go. It's better to stand up and bite back." If Yin Yao sips, if he dies, the emperor can still save the lives of his wife and children."

Shanyue said: "But this is too risky, if you don't want to..."

"It's risky, but there is hope." Jiang Jintang said slowly, "He gave Yin Yao's handle to me in broad daylight, and I accept his favor."

Shanyue smiled: "You are really a very strange person."

"Huh?" Jiang Jintang looked at him puzzled.

Shanyue said: "For so many years, the officialdom has been ups and downs, intrigues, no matter how kind people are, they have been turned into ghosts wandering in the world, but you have always been gentle and kind as ever."

Jiang Jintang was dumbfounded.

How can it be considered good?

It's just that sometimes, I feel that this life is already bitter enough, why let others repeat the same mistakes.

Jiang Jintang stood up from the desk and said, "It's getting late, you should go to rest first, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the door suddenly rang, Shanyue opened the door, and saw a servant from the prefect's mansion outside, who didn't dare to lift his head and said: "My lord, someone sent something to Lord Qiantui."

Shanyue frowned and said, "It's so late, can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

The servant whispered: "The man said it was something urgent."

Shanyue paused, took the wooden box from him, and said, "Go down first."

The servant left quickly as if he had received an amnesty.

Shanyue took it to the door and said to Jiang Jintang: "Someone sent something."

Jiang Jintang looked up at the wooden box, "What?"

"I don't know, but it's still quite heavy." Shanyue put the things on the table, and saw that the wood of the box was very particular, it was high-quality red sandalwood with small leaves, and it was embossed with a picture of a hundred butterflies wearing flowers. Daughter's dowry.

"Open it and have a look." Jiang Jintang said calmly.

Shanyue opened the box, and was taken aback when she saw what was inside.

To be honest, even if he opened the box and saw a human head, he would not be so surprised.

Seeing that Shanyue was silent, Jiang Jintang wondered, "What's wrong? What is it?"

Shanyue said in a weird voice: "It's...a mirror."

"Mirror?" Jiang Jintang was taken aback.

He walked to the side of Shanyue, and he saw a mirror lying upright in the box. It was not a brass mirror used by ordinary people, but an extremely rare crystal mirror.

This thing is considered a rare thing in the palace, and it is enthusiastically sought after by the noble ladies in the capital, not to mention the mirror in front of you, which can not only clearly illuminate the hair on the face, but also inlaid with many precious gems. Priceless.

Jiang Jintang picked up the mirror with pale fingers, saw her face in the mirror, Shanyue thought to herself, "Who took so much trouble to send a mirror? Although this mirror is expensive, it is more like something to please a girl. Why? meeting……"

How could he give Jiang Jintang a big man?

"Shanyue." Jiang Jintang pursed his lips and said, "Go back to sleep first."

"But……"

"It's okay." Jiang Jintang said coldly, "I know who gave this mirror."

Shanyue saw that his complexion was not good, so she didn't ask any more questions, and said, "Then you should rest earlier."

Jiang Jintang hummed.

Shanyue closed the door, and Jiang Jintang was the only one left in the room.

He stood there, thinking about something, then threw the mirror heavily on the table, opened the bead curtain expressionlessly, and went inside to wash.

Jiang Jintang changed into obscene clothes, and when he was about to blow out the candles and go to bed, a hand suddenly appeared on his waist. Jiang Jintang froze all over, and when he raised his eyes, he saw his pale face in the crystal mirror, and there was a gust of hot wind in his ears. A malicious voice: "I told you last time in Zhaoyue Pavilion, when we meet again, I will give you a crystal mirror."

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This time is a real reunion.