Traitor, he is bent on death

Wang Laifu couldn't answer, and he didn't dare to answer.

He felt that no matter what he said, there was a risk of being hacked to death.

Not to mention His Majesty's reluctance to kill Nine Thousand Years Old, he would definitely not blink an eye when he was chopped off.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Nie Xia was happily eating melon seeds next to him, but the young emperor suddenly looked over, his eyes were as cold as ice.

"..." Nie Xia hid the melon seeds in her hands behind her back as if nothing had happened.

"You tell me." Xuan Lan narrowed his eyes: "Tell the truth."

Nie Xia thought about it for a while, and said sincerely: "Probably...you are still alive, but the late emperor has gone west?"

Wang Laifu: "!"

Wang Laifu stared at Nie Xia in shock, and even began to wonder if Nie Xia was a traitor.

Doesn't this mean that His Majesty is going to die!

Fortunately, Xuan Lan cherishes life very much. He closed his eyes and smiled: "Yeah... how can the living compare with the dead?"

He pursed the corners of his lips, dropped the sword in his hand, and squatted on the ground leaning against the door. Wang Laifu somehow felt that he looked like a homeless dog.

This describes the emperor as too rebellious, but at that moment, it felt like that to Wang Laifu.

He served Xuan Lan by his side when he was very young. Everyone in the palace said that he was a roundworm in the stomach of the young emperor, but only Wang Laifu knew how carefully he walked on thin ice these years.

Wang Laifu is very clear-headed, he knows that even if he achieves the position of general manager, in the eyes of the emperor, he is still as insignificant as a dust.

But looking at Xuan Lan at this moment, he was silent for a while, then knelt beside him, and said softly: "Your Majesty, you are fine, it's not your fault."

Xuan Lan looked up at the old eunuch, and said hoarsely, "He won't even lie to me."

Wang Laifu sighed: "Then Your Majesty, do you want Nine Thousand Years to lie to you?"

Xuan Lan didn't know.

During the days when he was with Jiang Jintang, it was clear that the two of them were very close. He thought he was close enough to Jiang Jintang, but in fact, he was always isolated from Jiang Jintang's world, and he never took a step.

He didn't like Jiang Jintang's independence, but he couldn't break the barrier.

"Perhaps..." Wang Laifu hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Nine thousand years old didn't lie to you, it's because of how much affection I have for you?"

Xuan Lan laughed.

He looked at the high dome for a long time before saying, "Wang Laifu, I never told you."

Wang Laifu was stunned: "What?"

"Jiang Jintang..." Xuan Lan lowered her eyelashes and said with a smile, "It's the person I liked the first time I saw it."

Wang Laifu was shocked.

He has always felt that the young emperor's love for Jiang Jintang stems from his appearance. Knowing Mu Shaoai's age, it is inevitable that his heart will be moved when he meets such a confusing person. This feeling may come quickly and intensely, but it is not permanent. One day It will be submerged in the long torrent of time and become a ridiculous joke after old age, but the words of the young emperor made Wang Laifu feel cold all over his body.

"When I saw him for the first time..." Xuan Lan said, "I felt that I should have seen him in my previous life."

Wang Laifu didn't know what to say for a moment, and after a while he said: "Your Majesty, you are still young, and you will meet better people in the future."

"No more." Xuan Lan stood up, straightened his back, as if the momentary weakness was just a human illusion, he looked at the crabapple outside the door, and said lightly: "I know, never again."

……

Jiang Jintang fell ill again.

This disease means being bedridden for several days, all things are handled by Jian Yuanjia, Jian Yuanjia is angry and scolds his mother, and after scolding his mother, he starts to scold Xuanlan again, and Shanyue can hear the irritability in the study from a long distance away. scolding.

"..." He coughed and said to Wen Yucheng, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

"Where." Wen Yucheng smiled gently: "It's just human nature to be happy, angry, sad, and happy."

Shanyue led him forward, and said, "Actually, there is no need to come here specially, Mister."

"Master Zhou is really worried about Lord Qiantui's health." Wen Yucheng said: "But he is busy with official duties and can't take time off, so he had to let me go for a while. If I don't come down, Lord Zhou may have trouble sleeping and eating."

Shanyue smiled: "Thank you Master Zhou for remembering."

He stopped at the door, knocked on the door and said, "Master, Mr. Wen has come to visit you."

"come in."

The door opened, and Wen Yucheng smelled a strong smell of bitter medicine, which lingered in the room and lingered for a long time.

Shanyue opened the bead curtain, and Wen Yucheng saw Jiang Jintang leaning on the bed, his face was pale, but his lips were bright red, like a ghost, weak and dangerous.

"... Nine thousand years old." Wen Yucheng saluted, frowned and said, "Last time we met, you looked fine, why..."

Jiang Jintang smiled: "Severe old illness, capricious, no one can tell."

"What did the doctor say?"

"It's still those clichés." Jiang Jintang said wearily, "I'm tired of hearing it."

Wen Yucheng said: "I have a little understanding of the art of Qi and Huang, but I wonder if it is possible to diagnose the pulse of Jiu Qiansui?"

"Mr. Wen still understands this?" He stretched out his wrist as white as jade, and said, "Excuse me, sir."

Wen Yucheng sat by the bed and stretched out his hand to signal his pulse.

Jiang Jintang's pulse condition was vain, and his breath was like a thread, not much different from that of a dying person. Wen Yucheng's expression changed greatly: "You..."

Jiang Jintang said: "It has been like this for so many years, I guess it can last for a while, and I won't die."

The expression on Wen Yucheng's face was complicated.

It was clear that he and Jiang Jintang had only met twice, and they had an irreconcilable relationship, but at this moment, there was water in his eyes, and he said restrainedly: "Master Qiantui is one person under ten thousand people, how can this be so?"

"Probably because they have done too many evil things." Jiang Jintang smiled indifferently: "I heard that there are still many folks stabbing my little people at home."

Wen Yucheng said disgustedly: "It's just fools."

Jiang Jintang looked at the Zhaodian red ring on his finger, which was as bright as blood, and his thick crow-feather eyelashes trembled, and said, "Mr. Wen, have you ever heard of how many evil things a person has done in his life, and went down to the underworld?" , must be repaid one by one.”

"Those who instigate discord and slander others are sent to the Tongue Prison, those who disrespect their parents and evil ways are sent to the Blood Pool Prison..." Jiang Jintang closed his eyes, "Sir, tell me, if I die, what should I do?" In what hell?"

Wen Yucheng clenched his teeth so tightly that the tip of his tongue almost bled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You don't know how to get into a mud plow."

"If you go to hell, it will be unfair to Yama."

Jiang Jintang was a little surprised: "How can you say that, sir?"

Wen Yucheng avoided his gaze and said: "I brought some tonics, you take good care of them, no matter what, it's better to be alive than dead."

"But I'm already tired." Jiang Jintang murmured, "Very tired."

"Master." Shanyue interrupted Jiang Jintang and said, "You're joking again. Mr. Wen is still here, don't scare him."

Wen Yucheng stood up, took two steps back and said, "I'm going to take my leave first, please take care of Lord Qiantui."

Jiang Jintang hummed, "Shanyue, see off Mister."

Shanyue took Wen Yucheng out of the room filled with the smell of medicine, and said: "Sir, don't take it to heart, the master is probably sleepy."

"I understand." Wen Yucheng said: "Your Excellency, please stay and go back by yourself."

Shanyue stopped in her tracks: "Then it won't be far."

Wen Yucheng saluted, turned around and walked away, the expression on his face became cold inch by inch.

He walked out of the gate of the prefect's mansion, got into his carriage, vomited a mouthful of blood while clutching his heart, and startled the coachman: "Sir!"

"I'm fine." Wen Yucheng stared at the blood on his hands, and said, "Go back."

"……Yes."

As the carriage drove forward, Wen Yucheng felt his internal organs twitch, and the heart-pounding pain spread to every corner of his body.

But he knew it was nothing.

Every day and night in the past ten years, Jiang Jintang has experienced a hundred times more painful suffering than this.

"My wanton and proud young master..." Wen Yucheng closed his eyes, warm tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, his voice was almost choked up: "My snow-born and plum-boned champion..."

"Look at this world, how much I owe you."

……

Jian Yuanjia came back from the outside and saw Jiang Jintang drinking medicine. He looked through the things Wen Yucheng sent, and found that there were several boxes of candied fruit that Jiang Jintang liked. It was a little strange: "This Wen Yucheng is interesting."

With a preserved peach in his mouth, Jiang Jintang said, "Not as interesting as you. Tell me, how's it going?"

Jian Yuanjia sat down beside his bed, and said: "The little emperor didn't suffer much. Anyway, I think he handled Yin Yao's affairs very neatly. He has already imprisoned several officials of the Yin family party. Now everyone in Jiangnan I am in danger, I am afraid that I will be the next one...Of course, you may not be interested in this, let me tell you something that interests you."

"Ok?"

Jian Yuanjia couldn't help laughing: "Do you still remember the Miss Wang from Qingzhou prefect's house? She was originally in Yangzhou, but now almost all the officials are in Huazhou, so she also came to Huazhou to knock on the board I heard the drum."

Jiang Jintang had a bad premonition: "It's very good, what kind of Dengwen drum is she playing?"

Jian Yuanjia couldn't help laughing: "That's the romantic debt you caused. This Miss Wang went to the yamen to sue Shu Jin for chaos and abandonment. It happened that the little emperor was also in the yamen at that time. , let Xuan Yi personally go to the interrogation..."

"At this moment, he is probably listening to Ms. Wang accusing you of how you have changed your mind, how you are a ungrateful bastard... Thinking about it, it's quite exciting. I want to watch the fun, will you go?"

"..." Jiang Jintang took a deep breath: "Xuan Lan, that bastard...why is he joining in the fun?!"

"Then I don't know." Jian Yuanjia shrugged: "But this Wang Yuexin is the daughter of the prefect of Qingzhou. If Shu Jin is not found out to marry her, it will be difficult to end. Tell me you are too, hook up What are so many people doing, it capsized, isn’t it?”

Jiang Jintang simply couldn't understand.

Where did Wang Yuexin get the confidence to say that he was in chaos and abandoned? !

They never started.

Jian Yuanjia said in a leisurely manner: "I analyzed the little emperor's mentality. He must hate you very much now. It is not impossible to strip Miss Wang and send you to bed. Think about it, your Shu Jin's face can Fascinate her to the point of death, let her see your true face... I think she will follow you after death."

"Xuan Lan isn't such a jerk." Jiang Jintang retorted, "It's impossible for him to send someone to my bed. I don't know if he can retaliate, but he will die of anger."

The author has something to say:

Tangtang's dog-fishing emperor is really sure about it.

The dog emperor will not strip Wang Yuexin and send him to Tangtang's bed, but he can strip himself and send him to Tangtang's bed (what am I talking about?

Note: The saying of eighteen layers of hell comes from Baidu.