Traitor, he is bent on death

The youthful lazy voice seemed to be heard again: "This mirror is not good, you can't see clearly. I will give you a crystal mirror in the future."

At that time in Zhaoyue Pavilion, he was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, and saw his somewhat blurred face in the dim brass mirror, Xuan Lan was very close, and the atmosphere between the two could even be called harmonious.

It seemed to be raining at night outside the window, and the leaves rustled in the wind. In the stillness of the night, an uninvited guest broke into his room and put his arm around his waist for no apparent reason, forcing him to hold the crystal mirror by himself, forcing him to hold the crystal mirror. To see his own face in the mirror.

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled, and he said coldly, "I don't like it."

"Don't like it?" Xuan Lan laughed: "I think it suits you very well, and I found it with great difficulty."

Jiang Jintang pursed his lips and said, "Let me go."

Xuan Lan didn't let go.

Instead, he tightened it even more, using his own arms to completely outline Jiang Jintang's narrow waist.

Jiang Jintang's back was completely attached to Xuan Lan's hot arms, and he felt like he was imprisoned in a furnace, the scorching heat almost scalding him.

Jiang Jintang felt that this could not go on.

He is really going to die.

After panting for a while, Jiang Jintang suddenly raised his elbow and hit him back. Xuan Lan ducked down and grabbed his wrist, "I want to talk to you properly, what are you doing?"

With a smile: "You are not my opponent."

Jiang Jintang said: "If you don't let go, I will call someone."

Xuan Lan clicked his tongue, rubbed his fingers on Jiang Jintang's mutton-like jade wrist, and then let go of him, never thinking that Jiang Jintang slapped him on the face just as he let go.

The sound was extremely harsh.

Xuan Lan was stunned by the slap for a moment, and before he even had time to get angry, he saw Jiang Jintang vomit a mouthful of bright red blood while clutching his heart.

Xuan Lan's pupils shrank, and he stepped forward to support Jiang Jintang: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Jintang panted quickly, the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm mad at you."

"..." Xuan Lan said: "I wasn't angry when you slapped me just now, why didn't I give you a mirror, are you still angry?"

He kept talking, but still poured Jiang Jintang a cup of hot water with one hand, "Drink some. Where's your medicine?"

Jiang Jintang obviously didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he closed his eyes and didn't speak after drinking the water.

Xuan Lan felt completely bewildered.

It was clear that he was the one who took advantage of it, and he came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, but now he could only stare blankly at the person's pale face.

Xuan Lan thought for a while, put the man on the bed, and just bent over to look at him: "I want to tell you something."

Jiang Jintang ignored it.

Xuan Lan paused, and said, "You know that I was injured, right?"

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled.

Xuan Lan continued: "I went to pick you up just now. In a hurry, I used my left hand... Coincidentally, it was my left hand that was injured. Now I guess the wound has burst open again. Did you see that the blood has already covered my sleeve? soaked."

"..." Jiang Jintang opened his eyes and sat up, "Since you know, why are you talking nonsense with me here? Aren't you going to deal with the wound?"

A little smile flashed across Xuan Lan's eyes, and he leaned slightly close to Jiang Jintang, almost touching the tip of his nose, with a very soft voice, terribly wronged: "The barefoot doctor they are looking for is very fierce, when they treated the wound yesterday I almost lost half of my life, even if I died of pain, I won't let him touch me."

Jiang Jintang glanced at Xuan Lan's arm by the candlelight, and saw that there was really a large bloodstain on the white sleeve. It could be seen that Xuan Lan was not talking nonsense, the wound was really open.

"There is a doctor in the prefect's mansion." Jiang Jintang turned his eyes and said, "Shanyue is outside, I'll ask Shanyue to invite her."

Xuan Lan didn't move: "When the doctor comes, all my blood will be drained."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

If you were injured and climbed over the wall and window, why didn't it hurt you to death.

Jiang Jintang pushed him away and got out of bed without saying a word.

Xuan Lan leaned against the bed and sighed: "...It really hurts, am I going to die here today? If I really die here, you can burn me to a handful of ashes and bury me in your house Ancestral grave? I..."

Jiang Jintang turned around and came back, holding a small black box in his hand, and said coldly, "Shut up."

Xuan Lan obediently shut her mouth.

Jiang Jintang opened the box and put a lot of medicine and bandages inside. He raised his eyes and glanced at Xuan Lan: "Take off your clothes."

"I'm injured now." Xuan Lan said, "How do I take off my clothes?"

"..." Jiang Jintang felt that he was going to vomit blood again because of this son of a bitch: "Then how did you wear it?!"

"Wang Laifu wore it." Xuan Lan said lazily, "Otherwise why would I bring him?"

Jiang Jintang was unable to refute for a while.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to untie Xuan Lan's belt, and Xuan Lan continued to speak: "I feel like a girl from a good family who is about to be raped by a strong man."

Jiang Jintang snapped his fingers, and Xuan Lan smiled and said, "But if you really want to violate me, I won't resist."

But everyone who knows Jiang Jintang, no matter if they are friends, subordinates, enemies, or strangers, all think from the bottom of their hearts that Jiang Jintang's city is extremely deep, never expresses joy, and rarely even gets angry. The whole world probably only Xuan Lan has this ability , making him want to strangle people to death several times a day.

The clothes were off, and the young man's white body was covered with a layer of warm light under the candlelight. His muscles were smooth, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were very seductive.

Jiang Jintang's eyes fell on the wound on his arm.

The blood had already dyed the bandage dark red, which was shocking.

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelashes, and untied the gauze, revealing the wound underneath, bloody and bloody, the wound that had begun to scab slowly opened again, one could imagine how painful it was, but Xuan Lan still had a smile on his face It's as if the injury wasn't on him.

At that time, when he heard Shanyue say that Xuan Lan was injured, he thought it was the son of a bitch trying to lure the snake out of the hole, but he didn't expect that he actually suffered such a serious injury.

"...What's wrong with you?" Xuan Lan's voice was a little weird: "...Why do you look like you're about to cry?"

Jiang Jintang raised his hand to press the edge of his wound, and said coldly, "Crying?"

"...Hiss!" Xuan Lan frowned and said, "If you do this again, I'm going to cry."

Jiang Jintang opened the golden sore medicine and sprinkled it on the wound meticulously. Xuan Lan's painful muscles tensed. Jiang Jintang said, "If you really can't help it, I won't laugh at you even if you cry."

Xuan Lan looked at Jiang Jintang's drooping eyelashes, and felt that his heart was being moved up and down by these eyelashes. He licked his sharp canine teeth and said, "Then will you feel sorry for me?"

Jiang Jintang took out the bandage, "There are so many people who want to love you."

Xuan Lan held his wrist: "But I just want you to love me."

Jiang Jintang's fingers froze.

When he was still Shu Jin, Xuan Lan could say these things to him unscrupulously, but now that Xuan Lan already knew his identity, why did he still speak so naturally?

In Jiang Jintang's vision, if Shu Jin's identity is exposed, the two of them should break up completely, and it shouldn't be like this.

Jiang Jintang bandaged Xuan Lan's wound before saying, "I'll ask Shanyue to invite the abbot of Baoxiang Temple in Huazhou to come over tomorrow."

"What do you want a bald donkey to do?"

"Exorcism." Jiang Jintang spat out two words: "You must have been possessed by a ghost."

Xuan Lan couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's true..."

With the candlelight flickering, he looked at Jiang Jintang's pretty eyes, and said softly, "I will fall in love with you, this matter itself is like hitting evil."

Jiang Jintang froze all over.

"To be honest." The boy's deep eyebrows and eyes showed a superior bone in the dim light, and he lowered his voice: "Are you quite proud?"

Jiang Jintang was incredulous: "What am I proud of?"

"I'm so proud that I actually fell in love with my mother-killing enemy." Xuan Lan said, "I really don't understand, I clearly hate you so much."

Jiang Jintang's heart beat abnormally fast, he stood up and said, "You just..."

He paused, then said, "You're just young."

You still can't tell the difference between liking and desire, and you haven't seen through the skeleton under the surface, so you mistake heart palpitations for love.

Jiang Jintang didn't continue talking, he desperately wanted to leave here to calm down, but was suddenly pulled back.

Jiang Jintang fell on the soft bed, Xuan Lan turned over and looked at him condescendingly: "I told you, liking and desire are entangled and inseparable."

Jiang Jintang's eyes were as calm as water, "Then what do you mean now?"

"I killed Lin Yuanlan with my own hands, and even wanted to take your country, tell me now that you like me—"

He raised his eyelids, with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes: "Xuan Lan, are you cheap?"

"Crap." Xuan Lan laughed out loud, "Why not cheap."

"I myself feel so cheap, but Jiang Jintang."

It was the first time he pronounced Jiang Jintang's name so tenderly and charmingly, with an indescribably softer meaning than others. The young man's voice was hoarse: "Do you think I haven't struggled?"

"I lost to love, so I appear here."

How to say that sentence.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

Xuan Lan felt that all his feelings and desires seemed to be attached to Jiang Jintang alone. He had no intention of seeing all living beings, so he fell in love with him.

And they are the people who shouldn't and cannot have love in the secular torrent.

National hatred and family hatred, endless death, is their end.

"That's your love, not mine." Jiang Jintang closed his eyes, not looking at Xuan Lan's star-like pupils, his voice was hoarse: "Xuan Lan, you just..."

Jiang Jintang couldn't say the latter words, because Xuan Lan had already squeezed his chin and kissed him fiercely.

He is like a wounded beast, coming with the aura of death and death, but after biting the soft meat, he let go, pity for his prey, this is the beginning of all misfortunes.

Xuan Lan's voice was panting: "Jiang Jintang... have you played tricks on me?"

"Otherwise, why do I like you so much when I see you?"

From earlier, when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, he had been looking at this person, observing his every move almost morbidly. What is the emotion that devours, so it all comes down to hate.

Xuan Lan always understood that the anger he showed when he found out that Jiang Jintang was going to marry Yao Chunhui was not because of Jiang Jintang's disobedience.

It's just that at that time he never thought about the reason, he didn't want to, and he didn't dare.

That's jealousy.

The young emperor who sits in the world is jealous of a woman who looks like a dodder. Whether it is true or not, she has a well-known entanglement with Jiang Jintang.

Jiang Jintang's pale face was dyed bright red, he frowned, and raised his hand to give Xuan Lan another slap, but Xuan Lan didn't give him this chance, turned his head away, and said, "Always slap me in the face." , how to explain it when people see it?"

Jiang Jintang said coldly: "Xuan Lan, you are the emperor, don't be as shameless as a local rascal."

Xuan Lan lowered his eyes and saw that Jiang Jintang's pajamas were messed up between the actions just now, and the flower-like red mole on his collarbone was charming. He lowered his head and kissed the red mole lightly, feeling Jiang Jintang's trembling , Laughed hoarsely: "This is called shameless? I have even more shameless ones, do you want to see it?"

"Xuan Lan!"

Xuan Lan ignored his warning, kissed his heart, pressed against the closest part of his heart, and murmured: "Your heart beats so fast."

"He also said he wasn't interested in me."

Jiang Jintang looked as if he had just been fished out of the water, his long hair stuck to his snow-white cheeks, his eyes stared blankly at the roof of the tent, but he didn't see anything in his eyes.

He felt that he was going to be tortured to death by Xuan Lanxuan.

This lawless, careless bastard is simply his karma in this life.

"You're crazy..." Jiang Jintang grabbed Xuan Lan's hair with his fingers, and said in a trembling voice, "You must be crazy."

"Do you see clearly who I am?" He cupped Xuan Lan's face with his bruised hands, "Do you see clearly?"

"Jiang Changning." Xuan Lan said, "I can see clearly."

Jiang Jintang let go of his hand dejectedly, and murmured, "What's wrong..."

What is wrong? !

For so many years, they have been raised indifferently, and they have been getting along with each other with the tip of the needle. It is clear that swords are on the verge of death and life and death. Why did things suddenly come to this point.

Just as Xuan Lan was about to say something, there was a knock on the door: "Master!"

Jiang Jintang seemed to wake up suddenly, pushed Xuan Lan aside and sat up, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shanyue said outside: "The secret letter from She Yi in the capital was sent over urgently, and my subordinates have come in."

Speaking of the door creaking, Shanyue walked into the room under the moonlight.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer, Jiang Jintang still couldn't think of a suitable reason to explain the fact that Emperor Chao appeared on his bed in disheveled clothes in the middle of the night, but Xuanlan still had a smile on his face, not afraid of being caught. Found it, lying on the edge and looking at him lazily.

"..." Jiang Jintang kicked him to the back of the bed, covered him tightly with a quilt, and coughed, "What happened to the capital?"

Shanyue had already lifted the bead curtain and came in. Seeing that Jiang Jintang didn't look like he had just woken up, she frowned and said, "Master, are you still awake?"

Jiang Jintang: "..."

How do you say that?

I was going to sleep a long time ago, but a bastard crawled out of bed.

"Master, you still have to pay attention to your body and don't overwork yourself." Shanyue instructed.

"...I know." Jiang Jintang said, "Let me see the secret letter."

Shanyue handed the note to Jiang Jintang, and she caught a glimpse of the crystal mirror lying on the ground out of the corner of her eye, and was taken aback: "Master...why is the mirror broken?"

"Broken?" Jiang Jintang took a look, only to realize that after a lot of tossing, the mirror fell to the ground at some point, and there were cracks like spider webs on the mirror surface.

Shanyue squatted on the ground and picked up the fragments of the mirror, so as not to hurt Jiang Jintang's feet, and said, "Do you know who gave it to you and smashed it on purpose?"

Jiang Jintang rubbed his aching temple, and said: "...Yes. I hate the person who gave this mirror. I couldn't help it for a while... Forget it, you can put it away."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his ankle under the quilt being held by someone. The man's palm was hot, which made Jiang Jintang subconsciously dodge. The movement was so loud that Shanyue asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Jintang pursed the corners of his lips and said, "It's nothing, but my leg suddenly cramped."

He kicked out, and he didn't know where Xuan Lan was kicked, but the other party finally calmed down.

Only then did Jiang Jintang unfold the note, and saw that there was only a short line on it: Xuan Ke had left Beijing for more than ten days.

Jiang Jintang paused.

Shanyue said in a low voice: "I have notified Lord Jane to investigate this matter, but there is no result yet. You will tell you the news of this person, which is why I disturb you late at night. Once there is news, Lord Jane will report immediately. Come back, rest first."

Jiang Jintang didn't speak for a long time, Shanyue was a little worried: "Master?"

"En." Jiang Jintang handed the note to Shanyue: "Burn it."

Shanyue nodded, seeing that Jiang Jintang was lying down, she was about to cover him with a quilt, Jiang Jintang's voice was a little hasty: "...you go back."

Shanyue asked doubtfully, "You..."

"It's okay." Jiang Jintang covered the quilt and said, "I'm just tired, you can go out."

Shanyue saw that he had no other abnormalities, so she went out.

The moment the door was closed, Xuan Lan got out of the quilt, stared at Jiang Jintang's face and said, "I can't tell, you still have the talent for cheating."

Jiang Jintang wanted to gag him.

"Are you going to get out or not?" Jiang Jintang said in a low voice, "If you don't get out, I'll treat you as an assassin."

"If you're so cruel, why didn't you just say it?" Xuan Lan lay next to Jiang Jintang, speaking almost in his ear: "I've heard of Shanyue, and it's said that his skill is no less than She Yi, and he is your most loyal friend." It's really troublesome to deal with a dog."

Jiang Jintang took a deep breath and said, "Xuan Lan."

"I won't tolerate you forever."

"Then why do you tolerate me?" Xuan Lan looked into Jiang Jintang's eyes, put his finger on his heart, and said, "Because you like me."

Jiang Jintang grabbed his hand and said, "It's nonsense."

"I'm just explaining the facts." The young man buried his head in his neck, smelling the cold fragrance of crabapple emanating from his bones, and his voice was inexplicably determined, burning straight into the deepest part of his heart: "Jiang Jintang, you are like me."

"I dare to admit it, why don't you dare?"

The author has something to say:

Everyone knows that dogs are more confident.

PS: I am very long today, don't call me short anymore! !