Traitor, he is bent on death

Xuan Yi looked at Jian Yuanjia in astonishment: "Jane Aiqing, what does this mean?"

Jian Yuanjia laughed out loud, and said, "Isn't that what His Majesty thinks?"

Xuan Yi's fingers trembled, and his heart beat faster: "But isn't Nine Thousand Years Xinyue... Xinyue Princess Fulu?"

Jian Yuanjia smiled but said nothing, saluted and then drifted away as if he had come, leaving Xuan Yi standing there, not recovering for a long time, Shanyue frowned as he watched.

He felt that Jiang Jintang's evaluation of Jian Yuanjia really hit the nail on the head. This man wore a decent human skin, but in fact, as long as it was done by a human, he would not do anything.

"Your Majesty." Shanyue lowered her head and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"...It's nothing." Xuan Yi took two steps forward, then stopped suddenly: "From my point of view, there seems to be nothing special about that young man. How could Jiu Qiansui... have taken his fancy?"

Shanyue thought to herself that if you ask me, I don't know. He thought about it for a while and said: "Your Majesty, matters of love are like drinking water. Others can't tell for sure."

Xuan Yi was a little lost: "... that's right."

……

Xuan Lan hugged him in his arms, rubbed Jiang Jintang's temples, and scolded while rubbing, "Are you a porcelain doll? You vomit blood or pass out every two days, and you won't take the medicine well, and you won't talk about your illness. "

Jiang Jintang glanced at him, and said softly, "What's wrong with me, you don't know?"

Xuan Lan paused.

Everyone in the capital was curious about Jiang Jintang's illness, but after checking and checking, there were some theories, congenital deficiencies, overwork, which could be said to be symptoms, but Xuan Lan just felt that it was wrong.

Jiang Jintang closed his eyes, slapped his long eyelashes lightly, and fanned Xuan Lan's heart like a small feather fan. His voice was as soft as a whisper: "It's not that I don't want to take medicine properly."

It's just that eating it doesn't do much good, and it makes a big difference whether you eat it or not.

"What?" Xuan Lan didn't hear clearly, leaned over to Jiang Jintang's lips, and asked again: "What did you just say?"

"...It's nothing." Jiang Jintang opened his eyes and said, "Let's go for a walk."

Xuan Lan said, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." Jiang Jintang said as he was about to stand up by himself: "It's just that I got up in a hurry just now, so it's okay."

Xuan Lan hummed, took his hand and said, "I'll go too."

Jiang Jintang glanced at the hands they shook, and frowned, "How decent is that?"

Xuan Lan was confident and confident: "As a son, you care about your adoptive father, and you are afraid that you will fall down. If something goes wrong, where can I go to recognize my father?"

Jiang Jintang couldn't help laughing: "It's not easy to recognize your father."

Xuan Lan dragged him out, her voice was rambling: "Do you think anyone has the ability to be my father?"

The evening breeze is blowing, mixed with the fragrance of spring flowers, the sky is full of red clouds, it is really beautiful, the morning glow does not go out, the sunset glow travels thousands of miles, tomorrow will be a good weather.

Some servants saw them from a distance, and they all stood by the side of the road with their heads bowed and their voices bowed, not daring to disturb them. Xuan Lan walked leisurely, and suddenly said: "I never thought before that I would walk with you so calmly, and I was still pulling With your hands."

Jiang Jintang stopped in his tracks. He looked at the lush spring grass and said slowly, "Xuan Lan, you always don't understand."

"what?"

Jiang Jintang looked at him quietly, then smiled, and said: "The best ending between you and me is probably to leave each other's dead bodies, which can be regarded as the end of your youthful love."

Xuan Lan has always avoided talking about this topic, but when Jiang Jintang brought it up again, Xuan Lan's mood calmed down a lot. He said: "I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, and I don't believe in fate. My life is in my own hands, and no one else can control it." , God can’t. I want you, no one can stop me, and you can’t.”

Jiang Jintang was startled.

Probably only a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses can say such high-spirited words. Once upon a time, Jiang Jintang leaned under the flower tree and told Jiang Yuyin his lofty aspirations. Now that the man has passed away, so his aspirations Ambition and all innocence were buried in the grave along with Jiang Yuyin.

It is like a flower that has not yet had time to bloom, but it has been sealed in a dark coffin, withered, rotted, and finally turned into dust. .

"Jiang Jintang." Xuan Lan leaned over his forehead and murmured: "You don't give me a chance, and you don't want to give yourself a chance. You trapped yourself in a cage where the sun is out of sight. Why do you reject me? Want to save your hand?"

Jiang Jintang was silent for a long time before he smiled and said, "Xuan Lan, you can't save me."

It will only destroy me more completely.

"Look." Xuan Lan's thumb brushed across Jiang Jintang's soft and plump lips, and his voice was low and hoarse: "The lips are so beautiful, but they always say things that make me sad."

Jiang Jintang turned his head to avoid his hands, and said, "Don't always touch your hands, go back and review papers if you don't want to go to the garden."

"Criticism is so boring." Xuan Lan said, "How dare you say you don't like me."

"I……"

Xuan Lan held up the hands they held and said: "If you dare to say it, I'll kiss you right here, so that everyone in the prefect's mansion will watch and put away those thoughts that shouldn't be there."

"..." Jiang Jintang didn't know how to call him stinky and shameless for a while, he opened his mouth, and finally said: "What do you mean by thoughts that shouldn't be? You are dirty here."

"You only stare at my six sense organs, why don't you look at the red dust on other people's bodies." Xuan Lan sneered, "Xuan Yi's eyeballs are about to stick to you, Ah Tang, tell me, why are you So attractive?"

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled: "...what did you call me?"

"Don't you like it?" Xuan Lan coughed and said, "I heard that people in Jiangnan would call it that. You are from Jiangnan, I..."

Jiang Jintang didn't recover for a while.

Not many people knew about this nickname when he was a child. After many years, Jiang Jintang couldn't tell how he felt when he heard it again.

In the memory of the past, the calls were either eager or joyful. When he was sick in bed, he loved to hear "A Tang" who came before anyone came, or when his brothers brought strange things. Or the soft cakes brought by his sister A Niang, or the books brought by his father...everything can make him happy and satisfied.

It seems that people are always pursuing happiness and satisfaction in their lives, but in fact, most people are extremely lucky to have their relatives at birth.

"A Tang?"

There was another call in my ear.

Jiang Jintang withdrew from the memory, and when he looked up, he saw Xuan Lan's bright eyes. He walked around Xuan Lan and said lightly, "You think everyone will fall in love with me?"

"You are so good-looking, anyone will like it." The young man seemed to have endless good things to say, he followed behind Jiang Jintang and said, "Anyway, I liked you very much the first time I saw you."

Jiang Jintang turned to look at him: "Really. Do you remember how old you were when you first met me?"

"Naturally." Xuan Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "When I first met you, you probably didn't know."

"what?"

Xuan Lan took his hand naturally, continued to walk forward, and said, "I was about... eight years old? You just joined the imperial court not long ago."

That day the little prince came out of the empress palace and wanted to ask the emperor for a bloody horse. Before he reached the Qianyuan hall, he saw a maid kneeling on the steps, crying miserably, and the eunuch in charge had a grim face and muttered something Those who dare to break the royal things will be dragged out and killed.

Jiang Jintang appeared at that time.

He was wearing a white shirt, outlining the thin figure of a young man, as if he was elegant and elegant in a Wu belt, even the gesture of carrying the clothes up the steps was extremely dignified, and the profile of his face exposed in the morning mist was even more indistinct. If you are exiled to an immortal, it is like a fine brushwork.

He walked up the steps without looking sideways, when the maid suddenly grabbed his sleeve and begged him to save her life.

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyes and pulled back his clothes, without even looking at everyone, he said coldly, "If your Majesty asks, just say this teacup, I broke it."

Then he opened the door and entered the Qianyuan Hall, leaving a silence outside.

The eunuch in charge changed his expression several times, and finally said with an unlucky face: "It's your luck to meet him... He is in favor right now, so why don't His Majesty follow him. Go ahead, get out of here."

The maid scrambled away, and the little prince stood under the eaves and asked the person who served him: "Who is that?"

Everyone was a little embarrassed to speak, and finally they only said: "He is a newcomer from Qianyuan Hall, the celebrity in front of His Majesty, but I heard that he is not easy to get along with, and his behavior is very ruthless...Your Highness, please don't get in touch with him."

"Why?"

"Your Highness, do you know that the Jiang family asked to beheaded not long ago?" The personal eunuch lowered his voice, as if he was talking about something taboo: "He is the official beheaded... It is said that he beheaded the whole family of the Duke, and the whole process showed no expression. Pleading for Duke Ding on the ground, he even ordered these people to be arrested, tell me...how cold-blooded it is?"

"Such a person is a poisonous snake. Your Highness, you should stay as far away as possible."

……

Jiang Jintang really didn't remember much about it.

Whether it was the maid who made a mistake, or him entering the Qianyuan Hall in the morning mist, he had no memory of it. Too many things happened in the past ten years, many of which were not so important, and he couldn't remember them clearly.

"Then you definitely don't know when I first saw you." Jiang Jintang smiled, like a flower in the water, and the empty mountain is new.

At that time Xuan Lan was still very young, when he was hugged in his arms, he was obedient, soft and obedient, unlike now, he has grown so tall that he can no longer hug him, so he can only be held in his arms in reverse , The "brother" who was originally close, also changed his taste after hearing it.

"You were only three years old that year." Jiang Jintang put up his clothes and put them on the gazebo, his voice sarcastically said, "You're cute. So I can't figure out how you grew up to be such a jerk."

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The dog emperor told us by example that no matter how sweet a boy is, the country will not give a wife if he is too doggy.