Traitor, he is bent on death

After a night of heavy rain, the morning was sunny, and the sun shone in through the window lattice. Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled, and he woke up from a rare sleep.

After sitting up from the bed, he remembered that Xuan Lan seemed to be sleeping here as well last night.

Looking around, the bed was empty and he was the only one.

...It seems that Xuan Lan was really ill last night, and probably left after waking up.

Jiang Jintang sat in a daze for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was a sound of the door, probably Shanyue came in, Jiang Jintang rubbed the center of his brows, and said softly, "My head hurts."

The sound of footsteps approaching, he pressed his hands on his temples and rubbed them, Jiang Jintang closed his eyes and said, "Is there any movement in the capital?"

Shanyue didn't speak.

Jiang Jintang sighed: "Still angry about what happened yesterday? I'm not angry with you, it's just that I don't know the answer to the question you asked."

Finger snapped.

The boy's voice was still hoarse from illness: "What question did Shanyue ask you?"

Jiang Jintang was startled, and raised his slender eyelashes, and saw Xuan Lan looking down at him.

Looking at it from this angle, Xuan Lan's eyes were dark, without any emotion, which made people feel flustered for no reason.

"...Why is it you." Jiang Jintang stood up and said, "I thought you were gone."

Xuan Lan said: "I originally wanted to leave, but suddenly I figured it out again."

Jiang Jintang felt that something was wrong, so he froze in place.

He didn't really want to ask, but he had to ask: "...What did you figure out?"

Xuan Lan hugged Jiang Jintang's waist from behind - he seemed to especially like this posture, he could easily put Jiang Jintang into his arms, and with a light circle of his arms, he formed a very flexible and slender waist.

The young man rested his chin on Jiang Jintang's shoulder, and his voice was almost close to his ear: "I'm even ready to be hanged up by the queen mother and whipped after I die. Are you afraid that you have someone else in your heart?"

"..."

Jiang Jintang seemed to be killed by lightning.

He took a breath, grabbed Xuan Lan's arm, trying to reason with him: "Xuan Lan, that other person is your own father, don't you think..."

"A little bit." Xuan Lan interrupted him: "But I also feel that without you, I would probably be sad for the rest of my life."

The three words "Lifetime" are too heavy, almost bending Jiang Jintang's straight waist when it fell.

For Jiang Jintang, this was not a word of love, but a curse.

He can't give anyone a lifetime, including himself.

"Xuan Lan." Jiang Jintang's voice trembled slightly: "You are crazy."

Xuan Lan must be crazy.

Otherwise, according to his pride and spirit, how could he lower his head and willingly become a substitute.

"Yes." Xuan Lan's lips pressed against Jiang Jintang's slender white neck, and his voice was a bit vague: "I went crazy when I first saw you."

Jiang Jintang grabbed his wrist and said, "You are willing to make it up, but I am not. Let go."

Xuan Lan didn't resist, and easily let Jiang Jintang break free from his embrace.

Jiang Jintang was short of breath and his fingers were trembling slightly. He tried hard to suppress his emotions and said in a cold voice, "Get out."

Xuan Lan didn't move, he looked at Jiang Jintang's pale face, and asked Jiang Jintang this question for the first time: "How am I not as good as my father?"

Jiang Jintang leaned back on the case table, he knew that he was probably sick, his legs could no longer support his body, and his whole body was cold, but he had to make it clear to Xuan Lan today, so he held on desperately Looking at the table, he said as calmly as possible: "You are fine, Xuan Lan."

"It's just that I met Xuan Shen first."

You are fine, Xuan Lan.

Jiang Jintang thought.

I watched you grow up, even if the whole world said that you were moody and moody, I still believed that you were that gentle little prince.

in case……

The nails almost pierced the flesh, and dark red blood flowed out.

If, I am not me, you are not you, it will be another story.It's just that in my life, the ending was written long before the late emperor passed away.

Powerless to twist, unable to twist.

"..." Jiang Jintang looked at Xuan Lan, the sticky and sweet smell of blood filled his throat, but he smiled slightly: "Thank you for your liking."

Like the scorching sun, it illuminates the barren thorny land in the dark night.

It turns out that I have been walking in the dark for half my life, and I have been scarred in the deep ditch. When I first saw the sky, I would still yearn for it so much that tears filled my eyes.

The sun is very gentle and warm, but I have long been a part of the night.

So Jiang Jintang smiled and said, "But I don't need it."

Xuan Lan stood quietly in the same place, alone, Jiang Jintang seemed to see the little prince who was enthroned at the age of nine again, he came back from the enthronement ceremony, wearing the emperor's crown, obviously so young, but already people dare not underestimate him.

At that time, his hands were covered with Lin Yuanlan's blood. When Lin Yuanlan saw her son, she left her last words. Her eyes were full of tears, and she hoped that Jiang Jintang could convey them.

But Jiang Jintang didn't.

Even though nearly ten years have passed, he still hasn't told Xuan Lan Lin Yuanlan's last words.

Jiang Jintang didn't know if Xuan Lan who was looking at Lin Yuanlan's body was alone like this, but now Xuan Lan standing in front of him was like a glazed statue, which was magnificent when the light fell on it, but vulnerable to a single blow.

Xuan Lan didn't say a word in the end, but turned around and left the room silently. Jiang Jintang finally let go of his breath until his back disappeared, and fell to the ground in an instant, spitting out a big mouthful of dark red blood.

The blood stained the snow-white underclothes red, like a dahlia blooming suddenly on the snow, the sun slanted in, and Jiang Jintang looked at the blood on his fingers in the bright light, blending with the color of Zhaodian's red ring, like the ring This is like blood coagulation.

Jiang Jintang's heart ached, and he curled up in pain. He held his fingers tightly and gasped heavily.

Before his parents and elder brothers died, they all told him to take good care of Jiang Yuyin, but he was too incompetent, he couldn't even protect his last relative, and now he is even more incompetent, he can't even protect himself.

Jiang Jintang thought, in fact, it would be good to die just like that.

At this time, the morning sun is brilliant, and he still has Xuan Lan's fiery love.

Jiang Jintang opened his eyes and looked at the sunlight outside the window. His eyelashes were stained with water, and the floor was very cold, but he couldn't feel it. His heart hurt, and he couldn't feel it clearly anymore. He just slowly stretched out his hand to grab it. Like holding a handful of sunshine, I put my fingers together, but after all, I couldn't hold anything.

Jiang Jintang smiled, closed his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

So be it.

Finally, the finger fell from the air and landed on the floor, like a decadent painting of beauties.

……

Wen Yucheng was sitting in his small yard playing chess with himself, when the old butler suddenly ran in and said, "Sir, it's not good, sir!"

Wen Yucheng said indifferently: "What's wrong? That idiot Zhou Dan has found him again?"

"It's not Mr. Zhou!" The old housekeeper said out of breath, "It's Nine Thousand Years old, something happened to Nine Thousand Years old!"

Wen Yucheng stood up immediately, his eyes were cold and frightening: "What happened to Jiang Jintang?!"

The old butler was taken aback by him, he had never seen such a gentle gentleman before, and tremblingly said: "No, I don't know, I just heard that he passed out, and he still hasn't woken up yet. Doctors are helpless..."

Before the words were finished, Wen Yucheng had already gone out the door, walking swiftly, and before the old housekeeper could react, Wen Yucheng had already disappeared.

Thinking that the carriage was slow, Wen Yucheng rode to the prefect's mansion, probably because he often came to look for Jiang Jintang, and no one stopped him. Wen Yucheng went all the way to the courtyard where Jiang Jintang lived. With a group of trembling doctors.

Wen Yucheng glanced at them and asked Shanyue: "How is he?"

Shanyue pursed her lips, and said: "...It's very bad, I haven't woken up, and I can't even feed the medicine."

"I'll go in and have a look." Wen Yucheng was about to open the door, but Shanyue said, "Mr. Wen!"

Wen Yucheng paused: "What?"

Shan Yue said: "Your Majesty is inside." He said darkly: "Except for the doctor, Your Majesty does not allow anyone to approach."

Wen Yucheng sneered and said, "Is he wishing Jiang Jintang could die?!"

Shanyue was taken aback.

Wen Yucheng...why is he so nervous about master?

At this time, his words and deeds are completely different from other people in peacetime, so that Shanyue dare not admit it.

Wen Yucheng didn't speak any more, just pushed the door open and went in. There was a big smell of medicine in the room, and Jiang Jintang lay pale on the bed, not at all angry. If it wasn't for the slight heaving of his heart, it would even make people feel He is already a corpse.

Xuan Lan half-kneeled beside the bed, his eyes only fell on Jiang Jintang's face, he didn't even glance at the visitor, he just said hoarsely: "Get out."

Wen Yucheng laughed: "It's you who should get out."

When Shanyue followed in, she heard this outrageous remark, her back froze: "Mr. Wen!"

Wen Yucheng ignored Shanyue, and said coldly: "If it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for the Xuan family, how could he have become like this—you are so hypocritical now, if I were him, I would only feel disgusted."

"Mr. Wen!" Shanyue grabbed Wen Yucheng's arm, with a bit of force: "Did you drink too much?! Don't talk nonsense here, in front of Your Majesty, you will not be tolerated!"

"You guys are afraid of him, but I'm not." Wen Yucheng snorted, "What do you say about the Nine-Five Supreme, the Emperor of Heaven... but a cowardly and ungrateful person! Xuan Shen is like this, and you Xuan Lan is even more so! Back then..."

"Wen Yucheng!" Shanyue raised her voice, with a warning: "Master has ordered that if anyone dares to bring up the matter of that year before His Majesty—kill without pardon."

Wen Yucheng was startled, and his eyes were full of water: "Well... what a Jiang Jintang! What a Jiang Jintang! You really took off all your flesh and bones and sacrificed them to the Xuan family's country... Why bother you, why bother?" !"

"It's clear that the world owes you, and the Xuan family owes you!" Wen Yucheng covered his eyes, his voice almost choked up: "Why are you the one who was smashed to pieces..."

The author has something to say:

I really want to sentence the dog emperor to be without a wife.