Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang stopped holding the spoon, raised his eyes to look at Xuan Lan for a while, and then said, "Thanks to you being the emperor."

Xuan Lan: "?"

Jiang Jintang said flatly: "If you were not the emperor, no girl would marry you just because of your mouth."

Xuan Lan gave a low laugh: "What do I want a girl to marry me for?"

"..." Jiang Jintang gave him a warning look, telling him not to hold back his words. After all, this is the prefect's mansion, not the imperial palace, nor is it some uninhabited remote mountain forest.

Xuan Lan propped his chin to watch Jiang Jintang drink the porridge. He felt that this man was very pleasing to the eye, but he didn't know whether it was really pleasing to the eye or his beauty was in the eyes of his beauties. Girl you like?"

Still want to pry Xuan Ke's corner.

Xuan Lan let out a muffled laugh, clenched his fingers into fists to block his overly presumptuous smile, and lowered his voice: "Why, are you jealous?"

Jiang Jintang said coolly: "I don't like jealousy. If you like it, I will ask Shanyue to bring you two tanks back to the capital."

Xuan Lan deliberately said: "I like that girl in the capital, and liking you is not in conflict."

Jiang Jintang put down the spoon expressionlessly, stood up and left, Xuan Lan didn't eat any food, so he followed behind him and said, "I'm just joking with you, you're annoyed again."

Jiang Jintang: "Zhou Dan is still waiting for me, who has time to talk to you."

Xuan Lan said: "Although my face is really not good-looking, it is still much younger and more handsome than Zhou Dan, right? You would rather look at Zhou Dan than me?"

"..."

Shanyue was dumbfounded.

Shanyue couldn't understand.

He didn't understand why the unpredictable little emperor suddenly turned into a dog circling Jiang Jintang.

He patted his cheek, thinking that he was probably still dreaming.

Ever since he entered the room this morning and saw the emperor nestled in Jiuqiantui's arms, it has been his nightmare!

……

Jiang Jintang didn't prevaricate Xuan Lan, but Zhou Dan was really waiting for him.

It's not for anything else, just because the last time Jiang Jintang said he wanted to see Wen Yucheng, Zhou Dan hurried back and invited him, but Jiang Jintang himself was too busy to meet him.

Zhou Dan walked back and forth anxiously in the painting hall, never trying to understand why Jiang Jintang wanted to see Wen Yucheng, but Wen Yucheng was very indifferent, standing by with his hands down, calm and composed.

Just as Zhou Dan was about to ask him a few words, he heard someone's voice outside, as clear as jade from Kunshan, saying, "Master Zhou has been waiting for a long time."

"Where is there!" Zhou Dan hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and said, "Wan'an, the thousand-year-old Lord."

Jiang Jintang hummed, and sat straight in the first seat, Xuan Lan sat down next to him unceremoniously, with such an arrogant attitude that Wen Yucheng took a look at him.

Zhou Dan asked cautiously: "Dare to ask Lord Qiantose, this is...?"

Jiang Jintang picked up the white jade teacup, skimmed off the froth with the tea lid, and before he could speak, Xuan Lan said, "Me? I'm the foster son of Nine Thousand Years Old. I'm just here to watch the fun. You don't have to pay attention to me."

He put his cheek and blinked at Jiang Jintang, and said in a lingering voice, "Is that right, adoptive father?"

"..." Jiang Jintang's hands trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the teacup made of high-quality Hetian white jade.

I don't know if Xuan Shenquan knew that, seeing Xuan Lan like this, would he want to stuff him back into Lin Yuanlan's stomach to be born again.

... It is estimated that rebirth is the same thing, there is no difference.

Zhou Dan had no doubts. After all, many great eunuchs in power in the previous dynasty liked to collect godsons everywhere. Although I had never heard of Jiang Jintang having this hobby, it is not certain that he would suddenly like it.

He cautiously bowed to Xuan Lan before saying: "Lord Qiantui, Mr. Wen you mentioned last time, the officials brought him here."

Wen Yucheng bowed politely to Jiang Jintang, and said, "My Lord Qiantuo please rest, I'm Wen Yucheng, keep your words humble."

Jiang Jintang sized him up for a while.

This person is a scholar at first glance, he is elegantly dressed and has a handsome face, but he is not particularly outstanding, and he cannot be seen in the crowd at a glance.

"Mr. Wen." Jiang Jintang put down his teacup and said, "I heard that Mr. Wen is a great talent, so I'm specially invited to meet you. Don't be reserved. Please sit down."

Wen Yucheng raised his eyebrows, and said, "Master Qiantui praises you absurdly."

He chose a regular seat to sit down, and Jiang Jintang said to Zhou Dan again: "Master Zhou still has some business to do, right? I won't waste Master Zhou's time."

The sweat on Zhou Dan's forehead suddenly came down, Jiang Jintang clearly wanted to leave Wen Yucheng to talk alone!

Wen Yucheng is his brain truster, if something happens, Zhou Dan is really afraid that he will be hacked to death by Yin Yao's people on the street tomorrow.

But he didn't dare to disobey Jiang Jintang's intentions. After all, this person who looks like a woman is the most treacherous official in the dynasty!

Zhou Dan had no choice but to resign tremblingly.

"Where is Mr. Wen from?" Jiang Jintang said casually.

"Back to Lord Qiantui, someone is from Yangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Mr. Zhou does not dislike someone who is dull. He is willing to reward him with a bite of food in order to find a position in the prefect's mansion."

"Mr. Wen is too self-effacing." Jiang Jintang smiled: "I heard that Mr. Zhou has become even more powerful since he had Mr. Wen. He not only managed Yangzhou in an orderly manner, but also settled in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River that is full of Indian forces... For this alone, Mister is number one."

Wen Yucheng smiled: "It's just luck."

Xuan Lan suddenly asked, "Does Mr. Wen have a family?"

Wen Yucheng glanced at him.

Xuan Lan narrowed his eyes.

He couldn't describe Wen Yucheng's eyes very well, as if he was just subconsciously looking at the speaker, but Xuan Lan could see a little...disgust from it.

It was still a deeply hidden disgust, completely different from the gentleness towards Jiang Jintang, and the sharp one tinged with a bit of blood.

"I'm ashamed to say it." Wen Yucheng said softly, "I'm sorry to my ancestors, but at this age, I still haven't got a family."

Xuan Lan became interested: "Why? It stands to reason that Mr. Zhou is the guest of honor of Mr. Zhou, so he should be able to find a good relationship."

Wen Yucheng sighed softly, and said: "It's my own problem. So far I still feel that I can't give my future wife a stable family, so I just don't marry a wife, and why do I harm other girls for no reason."

Xuan Lan leaned on the chair and turned to look at Jiang Jintang.

Both understand.

What kind of person feels insecure?

A person who knows that he will die at any moment.

This Wen Yucheng is really interesting.

"In these years, Mr. Wen has helped Mr. Zhou a lot." Jiang Jintang said in a low voice, "I don't like to talk around corners, so I just say it straight. Zhou Dan has no talent or virtue. You can support him to his current position." It shouldn't be easy, and it hasn't changed for so many years, and you know, he's limited to this."

Wen Yucheng raised his eyelids: "Master Qiantui, what does this mean, but I don't understand."

"I opened the skylight to speak frankly. It's no fun to pretend to be stupid again, sir." Jiang Jintang said, "I don't know what you plan to stay by Zhou Dan's side, but since you have plans, why don't you change to someone more powerful?"

After a moment of silence, Wen Yucheng smiled. He looked at Jiang Jintang, shook his head and sighed: "If someone said this to me, I might agree. You are right. Zhou Dan's limit is here. Even if I force him to If he pulls it up, it will only make him fall to pieces, but what I want is far more than that...It's a pity that it's you, I can be anyone's counselor, but you can't."

"Oh?" Jiang Jintang asked, "Why can't I?"

Wen Yucheng smiled and said: "Master Qiansui, Qiansui, the road ahead is magnanimous. I am just an ordinary person, and I am not worthy of such love. Please forgive me."

Jiang Jintang didn't force it, and said, "Since that's the case, it's me, Mr. Abrupt."

Wen Yucheng cupped his hands and said, "I'll take my leave first."

Jiang Jintang hummed, Wen Yucheng walked out a few steps, then suddenly turned around and said, "I see that Lord Qiantose is not looking well, the weather is repeated in spring, please take care of your body."

Jiang Jintang was startled, but Wen Yucheng had already left.

Jiang Jintang frowned, and Xuan Lan approached beside him, with a cold voice: "Do you know this Wen Yucheng?"

"It's the first time I've seen you." Jiang Jintang said inexplicably, "Why are you so crazy?"

"It doesn't look like you are meeting for the first time." Xuan Lan clicked his tongue: "He seems to you..."

Speaking of this, Xuan Lan paused, and couldn't find any adjectives for a while.

Wen Yucheng looks gentle, but Xuan Lang can feel his attitude towards himself and Jiang Jintang is completely different. He hates Xuan Lan, but he seems to have... pity for Jiang Jintang.

Xuan Lan himself felt baffled, Wen Yucheng was just an aide in the prefect's mansion, how could he have the qualifications to feel sorry for the most powerful official in the dynasty, did he think his life was too long?

His sudden concern before leaving was also sincere, Xuan Lan could tell that Wen Yucheng was really worried about Jiang Jintang's body.

"What?" Jiang Jintang didn't wait for Xuan Lan's next words, looked at him and said, "Can't tell?"

Xuan Lan smiled, turned around and sat on the armrest of Jiang Jintang's chair, leaning on the back of the chair with one hand, using the height difference to look down at Jiang Jintang, shortening the distance between the two instantly, and whispered: "He Is it... just because of the color, is it interesting to you?"

"..."

Jiang Jintang felt that he was wrong.

He actually felt that something human could come out of Xuan Lan's mouth.

Jiang Jintang took a deep breath and said, "What are you doing without sitting? Get up."

Xuan Lan leaned her chin on his shoulder, and dragged out her voice: "I just don't—"

"you……"

Xuan Lan suddenly lowered her head, pressed her forehead against Jiang Jintang's brow, closed her eyes, and murmured, "Jiang Jintang, I seem to be sick."

Jiang Jintang frowned and said, "What's uncomfortable? I'll let someone..."

Xuan Lan took his hand, pressed it to her heart, and said softly: "I like you when I see you, but I always feel that someone is going to take you away..."

"Aren't you good at medicine, cut it off for me, what kind of disease is this?"

The author has something to say:

No wife has advanced cancer and is hopeless. It is recommended to be cremated directly.