Traitor, he is bent on death

It was raining heavily outside, and the uninvited guest was almost drenched. After landing on the ground, there was a small puddle at his feet.

"..." Jiang Jintang couldn't understand his hobby of opening windows, let alone why he had to open windows in the rain. All the grief just now was gone, and his mind was full of whether Xuan Lan had a brain twitch.

Xuan Lan raised her wet eyelashes and looked at Jiang Jintang, clearly already so tall, but at this time he was wrapped in wet clothes, and looked at him with such obscure, watery eyes, like a bird Homeless puppy.

Jiang Jintang's heart softened all of a sudden, and he couldn't swear, so he could only ask, "What are you doing here?"

Xuan Lan pursed the corners of her lips, squatted down, and said softly, "I can't sleep."

Jiang Jintang paused, and said: "If you can't sleep, ask Wang Laifu to give you some soothing incense, what are you doing here?"

Xuan Lan lowered her head, exposing her wet head, and said in a muffled voice, "I can't sleep, come out for a walk."

"..." Jiang Jintang said, "It's raining so hard, why don't you go for a walk?"

"Yeah." Xuan Lan said, "It's a bit cold, so I'll come here."

It's all drenched by the rain, so it's no wonder it's not cold.

Jiang Jintang simply didn't know what to say.

He moved his fingers, wanting to touch Xuan Lan's dog's head, but in the end he didn't. He just stood up and said, "I'll get someone to pick you up..."

Before he finished speaking, his body stopped—Xuan Lan hugged his leg.

It's absurd to say that the majestic emperor actually looks like a young child, half kneeling on the ground, not counting hugging people's legs, but sticking his cheeks on people's waist and abdomen.

Jiang Jintang froze in place, "What are you doing?"

Xuan Lan probably caught a cold, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's uncomfortable."

Jiang Jintang took a deep breath and said, "You feel bad, but holding me is useful? Let go, I'll call the doctor."

"Don't want a doctor." Xuan Lan looked up at him, the boy's already clear eyes looked particularly clean under the light, with a rare feeling of translucence and fragility: "I don't want to see the doctor."

Jiang Jintang hesitantly stretched out his hand to touch Xuan Lan's forehead, he really had a fever, and he probably had a fever like this.

Jiang Jintang sighed and said, "No doctor, what should you do if you feel uncomfortable?"

Xuan Lan stopped talking, just rubbed against his waist, as if trying to draw heat from it.

Jiang Jintang felt cold just after being hugged by him for so long, not to mention that this bastard was still walking outside in the rain, he reached out and touched Xuan Lan's hand, it was as cold as pig iron.

He turned around and glanced at the steaming tub, and said, "Since you don't want a doctor, go soak in hot water."

Xuan Lan still refused to let him go, so Jiang Jintang could only ask, "Can I make it with you?"

Xuan Lan then slowly let go of her hand.

Jiang Jintang lied to people without any psychological burden. As soon as Xuan Lan let go, he pulled him to the edge of the bathtub and pressed him in. Fortunately, his body temperature was low all the year round, and the water prepared by servants was relatively hot. The temperature is just right.

Jiang Jintang said lightly, "Take off your clothes."

Xuan Lan emerged from the water, her voice sounded aggrieved: "You lied."

Jiang Jintang looked at his frozen red nose and said, "What's wrong with me lying to you?"

Xuan Lan looked at his delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes under the candlelight, and said softly: "You lied to me, and I like you too."

"..." Jiang Jintang avoided his gaze, reached out and pulled his clothes: "Take off your clothes."

Xuan Lan was quite cooperative in undressing.

Jiang Jintang didn't look at the boy in the bathtub, turned around and went to the closet to find a set of clothes to put on the screen, and said, "Put it on yourself after washing."

Then he turned out the screen, opened the door and ordered the servants to cook ginger soup.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Probably because of Shanyue's order, the servant was very nervous: "Do you need a doctor?"

"No need." Jiang Jintang was afraid that Xuan Lan, the doctor, would make a fuss, and the whole industry would know that the emperor had gone to the Nine Thousand Years House to take a bath in the middle of the night. He said, "Just make a bowl of ginger soup. It's a bit cold at night."

"Hey." The servant said, "Young man, let someone cook it."

"Wait." Jiang Jintang stopped him again and said, "Put more brown sugar."

"Yes!"

When Jiang Jintang closed the door and went back, he saw Xuan Lan still obediently sitting in the barrel, which reminded Jiang Jintang of his childhood.

When Xuan Lan was young, she was really likable.

Although the little prince was pampered by the empress, in fact, the six arts are not bad. He already had the demeanor of an emperor at a young age, and his temperament was not as unpredictable as he is now. He was very polite when he was young. All the changes started from the year he ascended the throne at the age of nine.

Jiang Jintang once told Jian Yuanjia that no one in this world could understand his suffering, but he was wrong.

If there is such a person in this world, it will only be Xuan Lan.

On the day the young emperor came to the throne, he slew Lin Yuanlan with his hands, controlled the government and emptied the emperor, dragging Xuanlan into a boundless nightmare ever since.

In the past ten years, Jiang Jintang was suffering, and Xuan Lan was also suffering.

They are beasts in cages.

In the countless painful late nights when he wanted to die, Jiang Jintang felt that this long night was actually not so lonely as long as he thought of Xuan Lan who was also being tortured in the world of mortals.

Xuanlan's pain all stemmed from Jiang Jintang, and now all his love and desires also stem from Jiang Jintang.

"Okay." Jiang Jintang came back to his senses, closed his eyes, and said, "The water is almost cold, come out."

Xuan Lan was very obedient when he was sick, and he came out of the bathtub immediately upon hearing this, Jiang Jintang was caught off guard and was stunned.

Then he turned his head, his ears turned red: "Put on your clothes."

Xuan Lan put on the inner clothes, Jiang Jintang calmed down, and there was a knock on the door outside, it was Jiang Tang who brought it.

Jiang Jintang took the ginger soup, put it on the table, and said, "Drink it."

Xuan Lan's obedience has a time limit, and at this time he is disobedient again: "Don't drink."

Jiang Jintang said: "It will be even more uncomfortable if you don't drink."

Xuan Lan was disgusted: "I don't like ginger."

Jiang Jintang endured it, and said, "Don't force me to pour it down for you."

Xuan Lan silently turned her head to express her protest.

Jiang Jintang stood up, pulled his chin, and said, "I'm not Xuan Shen, nor Lin Yuanlan, nor Wang Laifu, so I won't accommodate you."

His voice was cold: "Either drink it or get out."

Xuan Lan looked at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged his waist, and said softly, "A Tang, I don't want to drink."

A big hot ball was pasted up, Jiang Jintang felt that his skin was going to be scalded by Xuan Lan, his fingers trembled, "What a spoiled child."

Xuan Lan rubbed his soft belly and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to sleep."

"Go to bed after drinking." Jiang Jintang was finally defeated, served ginger soup, and said, "I'll feed you, be obedient."

"Yeah." Xuan Lan said, "I'm obedient."

Jiang Jintang fed him the ginger soup spoon by spoon, and finally said, "I asked people to add more sugar, it shouldn't be very spicy."

Xuan Lan didn't speak, just grabbed his hand suddenly, forcing Jiang Jintang to bend down, Xuan Lan raised her head and kissed his lips, licked his plump lips, and then kissed him so forcefully.

Jiang Jintang first tasted the spiciness of ginger, and then the sweetness of brown sugar.

He thought he was a liar, ginger soup, no matter how much sugar was added, was still spicy.

Xuan Lan's hand clasped the back of his head, and Jiang Jintang just supported the table with one hand, bent over, and kissed Xuan Lan with a ginger-tasting kiss.

"Spicy." Xuan Lan's voice became hoarse.

Jiang Jintang's ears and neck turned red, and his voice was slightly panting: "Is it spicy or not, you don't know?"

Xuan Lan rubbed his cheek against Jiang Jintang's, and said, "I just want you to taste it for yourself."

Just as Jiang Jintang was about to push him away cruelly, he said again: "A Tang, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Jiang Jintang warned himself, what are you fussing over with a patient, what are you fussing over with a dog, and said coldly, "There is an empty room next door."

"I want to sleep with you." Xuan Lan stood up, took Jiang Jintang's hand to the bedside, and said, "Let's sleep together."

Jiang Jintang: "...No."

"Sleeping alone, it's cold." Xuan Lan's eye sockets were also red, as if Jiang Jintang had been greatly wronged if he didn't sleep with him: "It's really cold."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Jintang's, not daring to hold it for too long, for fear of freezing Jiang Jintang.

Jiang Jintang looked at the young man's beautiful eyebrows and red nose, and suddenly covered his eyes with his hand, and murmured: "Xuan Jiaye, you are really my destined magic star."

"what?"

His voice was too low, Xuan Lan didn't seem to hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Jiang Jintang turned cold and said, "Go to sleep."

"Oh." Xuan Lan lay here, looking at Jiang Jintang longingly, Jiang Jintang took off his coat, and lay down beside him, Xuan Lan immediately wrapped his hands and feet around him, and locked him firmly in his arms: "Sleep .”

Jiang Jintang felt that he might have been fooled by Xuan Lan.

Because apart from the fact that his hands were cold, his body was scorching hot.

He struggled, but didn't break free, the boy's arms were like iron clamps.So he gave up altogether and reached out to check the temperature of Tan Xuanlan's forehead, it was still a little hot.

... She must be really confused, otherwise how could Xuan Lan run back to him to act like a baby after he said those words.

Jiang Jintang sighed softly, feeling that Xuan Lan would run away with eyes wide open and shameless when he woke up tomorrow morning, so he patted Xuan Lan on the back: "Go to sleep."

The room was silent, Xuan Lan opened her eyes in the flickering candlelight, the darkness in her eyes was so thick that it was almost impossible to melt away, like a cold snake, licking Jiang Jintang's skin inch by inch with the light in her eyes, greedily wanting to He swallowed the whole body in his stomach to feel at ease.

He silently tightened his arms, bringing Jiang Jintang closer to his beating heart.

Xuan Lan wished he could cut this heart out for him to see.

But Jiang Jintang didn't want to watch it.

Xuan Lan kissed the red mole on Jiang Jintang's snow-white collarbone, and said softly, "Jiang Jintang, you just love me."

"I know."

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The dog emperor sent pennants to several girls in the brothel overnight, and wrote: Save the poor, save the single dogs.