Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang feels that he has almost no response to Xuan Lan's various love words now.

Xuan Lan can come as soon as he opens his mouth, and he can also listen.

"Your disease cannot be cured." Jiang Jintang pushed his hand away, stood up and said, "If you want to live a few more years, you should have few desires and a pure heart."

Xuan Lan smiled and said, "I'm not ascetic enough? Look at you playing tricks on me, and I didn't tie you up on the bed with a rope..."

Jiang Jintang glanced at him coolly, Xuan Lan thoughtfully stopped talking, and followed behind him and said, "What are you going to do next?"

"Shouldn't I ask you this question?" Jiang Jintang walked out of the painting hall, saw the scattered Chun Haitangs in the courtyard that had been beaten by the wind and rain last night, recalled some unpleasant memories, and frowned subconsciously.

He suddenly felt that what Jian Yuanjia said was actually quite right, he shouldn't have indulged Xuan Lan's nonsense like this.

"A dog will jump over the wall if it's in a hurry." Xuan Lan raised his hand and broke off a crabapple that was blooming well, twirled it between his fingers, and put it in Jiang Jintang's arms, saying: "I just want to see if they can do it." To what extent."

Jiang Jintang stared at the crabapple branch in his hand and was taken aback.

Xuan Lan leaned over to get closer to him, and said, "This flower complements you."

Before Jiang Jintang could curse, the young man strode out and said, "I guess you are going to interrogate a series of officials in Huazhou, let's go."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelashes, brushed the dewy petals with his fingertips, and finally bent down and placed the flower branch next to the tree.

Flowers are most beautiful only when they are in full bloom on the branches, but it is a pity that young people don't know this truth yet.

……

Although Wen Yucheng has lived like a fish in water in the prefect's mansion these years, Zhou Dan is just a dog he domesticated, but he lives in poverty. There is no mansion with a thousand hectares and no servants. He lives in an unremarkable alley. There is only one elderly butler serving at home, and anyone who sees it will say it is shabby.

As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly withdrew his hand to push the door, smiled and said: "How can I, I see noble people one after another in one day."

The door of the courtyard creaked and was opened from the inside. Several masked men in black looked at Wen Yucheng coldly, and the knives in their hands were shining brightly.

Wen Yucheng acted as if he hadn't seen it, and entered the yard without looking sideways, and saw his old housekeeper being tied up and thrown on the ground, he sighed: "The old man is old, why bother?"

"Indeed." The man sitting at the table laughed, "Yuan Niang, don't untie the old man yet."

The expressionless woman in black answered yes and let go of the old butler herself. The old butler stood up with anxious eyes: "Sir..."

"No problem." Wen Yucheng helped him, and said in a gentle voice, "Go back to your room and rest first, this is an old friend of mine."

The old butler looked left and right, but finally said nothing, and staggered back to his room.

"Mr. Wen said that I am an old friend, and it seems that he has already admitted his identity." The leader of Qingtian Sect raised the teapot and filled the teacup with hot water, and said slowly: "How can Zhou Dan have such virtue, he has been protected by Mr. for many years. "

Wen Yucheng coughed twice, and said: "You are joking, I am just a poor scholar, it is my honor to be able to encourage Master Zhou."

The leader raised his eyebrows slightly: "Sir, this is to belittle oneself. Mr. is Guangyuan's number one scholar for ten years. If Mr. says that he is a poor scholar, how can he make the world feel sorry for scholars?"

Wen Yucheng shook his head and smiled: "It's so boring to bring up the past again."

"If I remember correctly, Mister studied under Mr. Yan, a great Confucian." The leader took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "It just so happens that I have an old friend who is Mr. Yan's closed disciple, so the two should be senior brothers. "

"I have been expelled from the school for many years, where is the seniority of this senior brother?" Wen Yucheng sat down at the table, did not touch the steaming tea, but said: "I'm afraid you didn't come here today for Reminiscing about old times with me?"

"Naturally." The leader said: "Right now, Yin Yao can't take care of himself. The four families of Feng Chen Yin Lin have cracks that haven't been seen in a century. It's a good time to break them one by one. What do you plan to do next?"

Wen Yucheng just smiled: "I have already said that I have lived in Yangzhou for many years just to avoid the world, so how could I take the initiative to get involved in these temple disputes?"

"Mister looks like he is indifferent to the world, but I know that as long as those thousands of dead souls don't rest for a day, sir will not be free for a day. You don't have to be afraid of me."

The leader raised his eyes, looked at Wen Yucheng calmly, and said, "Because my purpose and my husband's are the same."

……

Jiang Jintang was very busy, and Xuan Lan was always following behind him to make trouble, which made Jiang Jintang want to quit the job countless times.

Why should someone with the surname Jiang guard the Xuan family's country?

Jiang Jintang threw the paperwork in his hand, looked at Xuan Lan who was leaning on the side eating grapes: "Come here."

Xuan Lan raised her eyebrows: "Why did my adoptive father call me?"

"..." Jiang Jintang endured it, and said, "Come here as soon as I tell you."

Xuan Lan got up and went to the desk. Jiang Jintang pushed him on the chair and said coldly, "You can read these documents yourself."

Xuan Lan glanced at it. It was all Yin Yao's crimes in the south of the Yangtze River these years. He thought that Jiang Jintang would be happy to take this opportunity to eradicate Yin Yao, a strong enemy, in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly, he didn't even bother to read the documents.

"Not so good, foster father." Xuan Lan looked up at Jiang Jintang: "I think these are not justified."

Jiang Jintang took a sip of the fragrant tea, and said calmly, "Is there anyone more legitimate than you?"

Xuan Lan propped his cheek with one hand, looked at it seriously for a while, and said, "It's too much to write. When Yin Yao came to Beijing with the book of Wanmin, I thought there were enough crimes. Unexpectedly, there are many talents in Jiangnan. Even in a certain year and a certain month, the people under Yin Yao bought two steamed buns on the street and did not give any money. They can write it down... I have learned a lot."

Jiang Jintang rubbed his sore neck, and said casually, "Then you must not have read the book of Wanmin seriously."

"Ok?"

Jiang Jintang: "Because in the Wanmin book, it was even written that I didn't reward girls when I went to brothels."

Xuan Lan: "..."

He just talked about how he made up so many charges.

but……

Xuan Lan narrowed her eyes: "You seem to like visiting brothels very much."

First Linxian from Huanhualou in Beijing, and then Diaosheng from Zhaoyue Pavilion in Yangzhou, all hooked up with courtesans.

Jiang Jintang snapped his fingers and said, "Can't people have hobbies?"

"Do you like shopping in brothels?" Xuan Lan turned his gaze around him, and then laughed out loud, "Aren't you just making trouble for yourself?"

"..." Jiang Jintang felt that Xuan Lan was humiliating him, so he snorted: "Aren't you also looking for guilt for yourself?"

Xuan Lan stopped laughing, and sighed: "That's right, I didn't expect that I was lying on your bed, and I really just slept with you all night."

"Otherwise?" Jiang Jintang raised his eyes: "You still want to force me to kill the king?"

Just as Xuan Lan was about to speak, there was a knock on the door outside, Shan Yue said: "Master, Your Majesty is here."

Xuan Lan's deity is here to tease Jiu Qiansui, so naturally only the impostor came.

Jiang Jintang said, "Come in."

The door of the study room opened, and Xuan Yi faced Xuan Lan's face, wearing a suit of ordinary clothes, with a smile on his face: "I heard that Nine Thousand Years has been dealing with Jiangnan's false report of the disaster day and night, I feel very ashamed, if I hadn't been infected Even with the wind and cold, Jiuqiantui will not be so tired."

As he spoke, he pretended to cough twice, and then continued: "I ordered people to prepare bird's nest, let Jiuqian eat some."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." Jiang Jintang's expression didn't change a bit: "I'm not hungry at the moment, let me let it go."

Xuan Yi was not angry either, after all he really felt quite embarrassed.

Originally, this was all the job of the emperor. He was not the real emperor, so he didn't dare to deal with it recklessly, so he had to pretend to be sick and push it all to Jiang Jintang.

"I'll stay here with Jiuqian for a while." Xuan Yi sat down next to Jiang Jintang and said.

Jiang Jintang: "...?"

You Xuan family, don't you have a good brain?

Jiang Jintang didn't bother to pay attention to Xuan Yi, took another sip of tea, and flipped through a document before realizing that he was doing hard work for that bastard Xuan Lan again. He rubbed his temples and said, "Come here."

Xuan Yi was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he was talking to him, and was about to answer, but saw a tall, handsome boy with slender brows coming over, and said, "Father, what's the matter?"

Xuan Yi sized him up, confirmed that he hadn't seen him before, and couldn't help saying: "Nine thousand years old, this is... your adopted son?"

"You made Your Majesty laugh." Jiang Jintang said: "This unfilial son just likes to make a fool of himself."

Xuan Yi glanced at Xuan Lan vaguely, always felt that this young man was unusual, but he couldn't say what was unusual about it.

Jiang Jintang threw the document into Xuan Lan's arms, and said coldly, "Read it to me."

Xuan Lan smiled, lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down next to Jiang Jintang, and slowly began to read the contents of the document.

In fact, they are all pretty much the same, they are all here to step on Yin Yao.

The so-called tree falls and the monkeys scatter, and the wall falls and everyone pushes it. Yin Yao is indeed a land snake, but no matter how big the land snake is, can it be bigger than the emperor?

What's more, the catastrophe in the south of the Yangtze River mentioned by Yin Yao in the memorial, whether it was plague or flood, did not even see a shadow, it was simply a ready-made handle to the emperor.

The officials in the south of the Yangtze River are very smart. They can see the direction of the wind in the case of Wang Que's death complaint, the emperor's personal trial, and the attendants of the Nine Thousand Years. Not to mention that they are not officials from the Yin family, but a few cronies supported by Yin Yao , He also ordered people to send the booklet overnight, told Yin Yao that he was black, and then picked himself up cleanly, all kinds of things in the world are in it.

Xuan Lan finished reading one book, but Jiang Jintang didn't speak, he ticked a red circle on it, and picked up another book, Jiang Jintang opened his eyes halfway through the reading, and before he could open his mouth, Xuan Lan had already understood the book. The copy was placed on another desk, and the tacit understanding between the two of them made it impossible for others to get in.

Xuan Yi looked at Jiang Jintang's profile with his eyes closed.

This is undoubtedly a beauty, the royal family has the most beauties, and Xuan Yi's younger sisters are beautiful and beautiful, and there are many people who propose marriage. Although it is not as good as Yin Zhixuan, the most beautiful woman in the capital, it is also the one who raised Xuan Yi. Eye.

But even with such spoiled eyes, when seeing Jiang Jintang, he would still be deeply amazed.

This person always has different beauty methods, every frown, smile and every action can easily touch people's hearts.

Xuan Yi is a son of a declining clan. He had only heard of the reputation of being nine thousand years old before, so he was not qualified to meet him in person. He even told his sisters that he might be a cold old eunuch with a pair of hanging triangular eyes. The image, probably since ancient times.

But Jiang Jintang didn't have a pair of hanging triangular eyes, and he didn't even look like an eunuch. When he sat there, Xuan Yi even felt that he was a bit more noble than himself in the dragon robe.

Xuan Yi knew how wrong it would be to say too much, but seeing the closeness of the two of them at this time, he still couldn't help but say: "I have never heard of Jiu Qiansui accepting a foster son before. This little son is Jiu Qiansui who lived in Jiangnan Did you take it?"

Xuan Lan was interrupted, a little unhappy, and gave Xuan Yi a cold look, and Xuan Yi was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

Jiang Jintang said slowly: "I picked it up on the road. It looks like he has no father, no mother, no brains and no brains. It's pitiful."

Xuan Yi: "..."

You call this not smart? ?

Xuan Lan leaned next to Jiang Jintang, and the boy's voice was unbearably sweet: "Thanks to my adoptive father for loving me."

Jiang Jintang stretched out his white and slender fingers, touched Xuan Lan's dog's head, and hummed: "If you are obedient, foster father will definitely love you."

Xuan Yi: "..."

Xuan Yi said: "The young master was born handsome and handsome, so he must have a good background."

Jiang Jintang said with a half smile but not a smile: "Your Majesty, have you read it wrong? Why didn't I see how handsome he is?"

He got up slightly, scratched Xuan Lan's cheek with his fingers frivolously, and said slowly, "I only see a glib tongue."

Xuan Lan smiled lowly, and took Jiang Jintang's hand: "Father, please don't wrong me. My sincerity to my father can be learned from the world, and the sun and the moon can show it. Every word and sentence comes from the heart. How can I be called glib."

Jiang Jintang withdrew his hand, and said coldly: "I know you are filial, so you can be clever if you sell it."

Xuan Yi: "..."

Shanyue came in with a tray, looked at the two majesties sitting on the left and right in the study, froze, then bowed to Xuan Yi, and said: "Master, it's time to drink the medicine."

Jiang Jintang didn't want to drink the medicine.

Probably because he asked Dr. Chen to prescribe several doses of strong medicine before he left Beijing. This time, the medicine Chen Zheheng sent was so bitter that even Jiang Jintang couldn't bear it even if he was a medicine jar since he was born.

But Xuan Lan and Xuan Yi are both here, so he can't do without drinking.

From this it can be seen that it was definitely Jian Yuan Jia Tuo Shanyue who came in at this time, this person has never been involved in human affairs.

Jiang Jintang took a deep breath, and said to Shanyue lightly, "Bring it here."

Shanyue stepped forward and put the medicine in front of Jiang Jintang.

Jiang Jintang pursed the corners of his lips, picked up the porcelain bowl, and poured it down in one go, his lungs were sour from the bitterness.

Shanyue hurriedly said: "Master, you can eat a candied fruit."

Just a joke, the majestic nine thousand years old, just drink some medicine, what candied fruit to eat.

Children only eat candied fruit after drinking medicine.

Jiang Jintang didn't even look at the plate of candied fruit, he frowned and shook his head: "No, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the tip of his tongue was sweet, and someone stuffed a dried apricot soaked in honey into his mouth.

Jiang Jintang froze.

Xuan Lan raised her hand and threw one into her mouth, saying: "This preserved fruit is quite delicious, bring some back to the capital."

Shanyue's expression was indescribable: "...Yes."

The sweet taste in his mouth overwhelmed the sourness, Jiang Jintang said with a cold face: "How old are you, and you still like what children love to eat."

"Am I not a child this year?" Xuan Lan asked.

Jiang Jintang swallowed the dried apricots, took a sip of tea, and said, "If someone is your age, their children will call them Daddy."

"Do you like children?" Xuan Lan immediately lost his focus and said, "If you like, we can raise a few to play with."

"..." Jiang Jintang glanced at him: "Why, how many grandchildren are you going to give me so that I can enjoy family happiness?"

The tip of Xuan Lan's tongue slid across his canine teeth, and he smiled: "Raising a son is not enough fun, foster father still wants to raise a grandson?"

"..." Listening to the conversation between the two, Xuan Yi always felt that something was wrong.

It took him a long time to realize that Jiang Jintang is an eunuch, he cannot have children, and...

This so-called adoptive son is too close to Jiuqiantui, and there is no big or small talk...

Jiang Jintang was a little tired from sitting. Seeing the beautiful sunset in the sky outside, he planned to go out for a walk, but when he stood up, he felt dizzy and fell back. Xuan Yi was startled and hurried to pick him up, but someone moved faster He hugged him into his arms first, and said with a bit of urgency in his voice, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Xuan Yi looked at his outstretched hand, then at Jiang Jintang in Xuan Lan's arms, and withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "What's wrong with Nine Thousand Years?"

Jiang Jintang rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "It's probably because I haven't had a good rest recently, it's okay, Your Majesty is worried."

He glanced at Shanyue, Shanyue understood, and respectfully said: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, you should go back and rest quickly."

Xuan Yi pursed his lips: "Nine thousand years old, take good care of your body, don't overwork yourself."

Jiang Jintang closed his eyes wearily.

Xuan Yi walked out of the study door, looked back again by accident, and saw that Xuan Lan was already sitting on the chair, Jiang Jintang was still leaning in his arms, and the person was sitting on his lap, with his eyes closed and his profile in the dusk. There is an extremely fragile and transparent feeling in the light.

For a moment it reminded him of the dodder clinging to a big tree.

Weak and beautiful.

...But how could Nine Thousand Years, who has power over the government and the public, be a delicate dodder, and which big tree is worthy for him to cling to?

Xuan Yi hesitated for a while, but still asked Shanyue: "The relationship between Jiu Qiansui and his adopted son seems... very unusual?"

Shanyue froze, and for a moment didn't know whether to say "Yes, their relationship is very unusual" or "No, it's just a relationship where they just sleep in the same bed." Fake Your Majesty, don't be so surprised.

"Indeed." Jian Yuanjia didn't know when she would appear, saluted Xuan Yi, and said with a smile: "Go son, god son...you all know what it means."

"Nine thousand years old, he is also a mortal, and it is only human nature to indulge in youthful beauty."

The author has something to say:

Xuan Yi didn't eat when he came, and he was very tired when he left.

Today I am very long, so long that I am so moved that I am crying, if you don’t praise me anymore, I will make a fuss!