Traitor, he is bent on death

The teeth marks on Jiang Jintang's snow-white cheeks were very conspicuous. Xuan Lan's bite was not light, and he is still in pain.

He stood up expressionlessly, "Your Majesty drank too much, go back to the palace and rest."

Xuan Lan stared at the teeth marks on his face, unconsciously licked the sharp canines.

The soft touch seems to still be on the tip of the teeth, and the cold scent of Tang Hua is still filling the nose, Xuan Lan feels even more embarrassed - has he lost his mind and gone crazy?Just now he wanted to kiss Jiang Jintang? !

It's all because this eunuch has such a good life, like a vixen, whoever sees it can control it.

Xuan Lan found a reason for himself, looked at Jiang Jintang with even more disgust, and said coldly: "Since Nine Thousand Years already has someone he likes, he should restrain himself, and don't let down Princess Fulu."

Jiang Jintang looked down at the ground, and saluted: "I respectfully send you off to Your Majesty."

"..." Xuan Lan snorted coldly, angrier than when he came, and left in a huff.

Shanyue hurried over and asked nervously: "Master, are you okay!?"

"It's okay." Jiang Jintang pursed his lips, his face extremely ugly, "If Xuan Lan comes again in the future, just say that I'm dead, don't see me."

Shanyue was stunned, thinking that the little emperor must have offended the master just now... But the master is indifferent to most things in this world. When looking at the little emperor, it is no different from watching a child messing around. What did he do? What, made the master so angry?

Thinking of this, Shanyue suddenly saw the teeth marks on Jiang Jintang's face, and said in shock: "Master, what's wrong with your face?!"

Jiang Jintang raised his hand to touch the tooth marks, and said with anger in his voice, "I was bitten by a dog."

Shanyue: "...but there are no dogs in our mansion."

Jiang Jintang snorted, "It's the wild dogs outside."

He didn't want to bring up this bad thing again, and said, "Go and tell She Yi, let him keep an eye on the Ministry of Rites, and arrange Xuan Lan's marriage as soon as possible."

There still needs to be a woman to warm the bed, otherwise Xuan Lan, that bastard, would be belittled by people all day long.

"I'm afraid the empress's wedding will not be here anytime soon." Shan Yue said, "I think the Ministry of Rites means that we will have to wait until next year."

Jiang Jintang was silent for a while, and then said, "Where are the ones raised in my house?"

Ever since Jiang Jintang proposed to marry Yao Chunhui, the mansion has been constantly blocked by people, all in order to please him, hoping that he will be convenient in the officialdom.

Shanyue said: "They are all kept in the backyard. Didn't you tell them to send them away in a few days?"

"Choose two outstanding ones." Jiang Jintang said coldly, "Put them on Xuanlanlong's bed for me overnight."

"...Ah?" Shanyue asked in a daze, "Send it to His Majesty?"

"It's time for him to lose." Jiang Jintang pursed his lips.

If the child of an ordinary family was as old as Xuan Lan, he would have known about the personnel, not to mention drinking flowers and wine, who would not raise a few housewives, but Xuan Lan is still a baby until today, just under him When he was on his body, he was still against him. It was really necessary to send him two women to defeat him.

Shanyue felt strange why Jiang Jintang suddenly took care of these trivial matters, but he had to follow the master's orders, without asking too many questions, he answered yes, and went to pick people himself.

Jiang Jintang sat back on his chair, wanting to continue playing the unfinished game, only to see the chessboard and Xiaoji were overturned by Xuan Lan, and the ground was in a mess.

He was a little upset, and his fingers touched the uneven tooth marks again, feeling uncomfortable all over his body as if he had been fenced off by a dog.

He has met quite a few members of the Xuan family, so why did Xuan Lan become such a bastard.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he whistled with his fingers around his lips. Immediately, a black-clothed dark guard appeared, and said respectfully, "What orders does the master have?"

Jiang Jintang narrowed his eyes: "Add something to Xuanlan's entrance to cheer him up tonight."

The dark guard was taken aback, he had taken on many killing missions, but it was the first time he had given medicine to someone.

Jiang Jintang thought about Xuan Lan's appearance, and said, "Two are probably not enough, let Shanyue pick a few more."

Dark Guard: "...Yes."

……

Early the next morning, Shanyue sent news that all the beauties who were sent to the palace overnight were sent by the little emperor to Ye Ting to wait for the maids.

Jiang Jintang took a sip of tea slowly and asked, "Aren't you happy that you're really an adult?"

Shanyue's expression was indescribable, and she said: "According to our spies, His Majesty saw a few beauties in the dormitory, and immediately became furious and kicked them all out. The beauties didn't even touch the hem of His Majesty's clothes, and they were killed by Wang Laifu." He led the little eunuch and threw him to Yeting."

Jiang Jintang paused: "He didn't touch those women?"

"No." Shanyue coughed: "Didn't you let someone give you medicine? Your Majesty probably didn't feel very well last night. When Wang Laifu went to help His Majesty wake up this morning, he described him as embarrassed and said that he would definitely be a thousand times better in the future." Take revenge on you."

Jiang Jintang was in a good mood, and said, "I'm a eunuch, and that kind of medicine is useless to me, but..." He was a little puzzled: "He took the medicine, faced some beauties, and drove them away, didn't he? ..."

Shanyue: "..."

Shanyue felt a little horrified.

Thinking about it this way, something really isn't quite right, could it be that the little emperor... can't?

Just as he was thinking of this, Jiang Jintang shook his head to himself, and murmured, "It doesn't look like it's going to work..."

Shanyue: "... what?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Jintang said: "Those girls didn't enjoy great wealth, and they shouldn't suffer for nothing. In a few days, your contact person should release them from the palace, give them some money, and send them away from the capital."

"Yes." Shanyue replied.

Jiang Jintang put down his teacup, got up and went to the study to deal with official business. There was a mountain of memorials and files in the study, which made him rub his brows, and even wanted to have them all moved into the palace for Xuan Lan to handle by himself.

The window was open, and the wind from outside came in with the fragrance of plum blossoms. Jiang Jintang coughed and sat at the desk. There was an open memorial on the desk, which said that there was another famine in the south of the Yangtze River. Allocate funds for disaster relief.

Since the summer of last year, the rich land of fish and rice has been flooded first, the fertile fields have been flooded, the houses have been destroyed, and the people have no means of living. The imperial court allocated a lot of real money and silver. plague.

In the past seven months, the imperial court has allocated more than a dozen relief funds to Jiangnan one after another, but the paperwork for requesting funds is still on the line.

Jiang Jintang looked at the memorial in his hand with a pale face, and threw it directly into the brazier, and the flames swept up in an instant, devouring the memorial and slowly turning it into ashes.

……

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day when Yao Shou asked to be killed. On this day, Xuan Lan issued an edict to temporarily lift Jiang Jintang's confinement, and allowed him to enter the palace to pick up Yao Chunhui and see his father for the last time.

Yao Chunhui didn't dare to wear mourning for his father. He just put on a plain long skirt and waited for a long time at the gate of the palace where he lived. Finally, he saw a warm sedan chair being carried by someone.

There are no concubines or empress dowagers in the palace. It is reasonable to say that the only person who can sit in a sedan chair in the palace is the emperor. But Jiuqian Sui is not in good health. It's hard to say.

The warm sedan stopped, and a slender porcelain-white hand lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, revealing a stunningly beautiful face behind it.

Jiang Jintang was wearing a sky-blue brocade robe today, with a snow-white fox fur outside. Looking elegant and gentle, he looked very much like a son of a wealthy family.

"Nine thousand years old." Yao Chunhui hurriedly saluted.

"En." Jiang Jintang nodded lightly: "You get on the sedan chair at the back."

Yao Chunhui shook his head: "I... I'd better walk."

She didn't dare to act presumptuously in the palace. After all, she was the daughter of a criminal minister, so she should be cautious in everything and avoid being in the limelight.

Jiang Jintang didn't force him either, but Ling Shanyue gave Yao Chunhui a heater and put down the car curtain again.

It was clearly icy and windy outside, but because of the hand stove in his arms, Yao Chunhui didn't feel cold at all.

When passing through the gate of the palace, there was already a black carriage waiting. When Shanyue saw Wang Laifu standing by the side of the carriage, her eyelids twitched. .”

Jiang Jintang lifted the sedan chair curtain: "Why is the prince here?"

Wang Laifu's round eyes were bent with a smile: "It's snowing heavily today, His Majesty is afraid that Nine Thousand Years will catch the cold, so he specially prepared a carriage with smoked cages inside, so it's warm. Please Nine Thousand Years, please move the carriage."

"No need." Jiang Jintang didn't know what the hell Xuan Lan was up to, so he directly refused: "I also prepared a car."

Wang Laifu said with a bitter face: "Nine thousand years old, don't embarrass this servant, His Majesty has ordered, if this servant fails to do so, he will be punished."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

When Jiang Jintang got off the sedan chair, Wang Laifu put up the mat with a happy smile, and bowed to invite Jiang Jintang to get on.

Jiang Jintang glanced at him, stepped on the harness, and was dragged in by a hand as soon as he got into the carriage. Shanyue was about to step forward immediately, and Wang Laifu quickly stopped him: "It's all right! Be safe and don't be impatient!"

Shanyue stared at the carriageway: "Who is inside?!"

Wang Laifu hissed lightly, and said: "My lord, we still have something to do with our family, please take care of Jiu Qiansui."

Saying that she was about to leave, Shanyue instantly understood who was in the carriage.

Who else would dare to treat Jiang Jintang like this.

He hesitated for a moment, but after all it was nothing much, he took back his saber from the attendant, got on his horse, and waved his hand: "Let's go!"

Yao Chunhui got into the carriage prepared by Jiang Jintang. She saw Jiang Jintang being dragged in with her own eyes, and she was very worried. She kept looking through the window, but there was no movement inside.

"The princess doesn't have to worry." The little maid who served her said softly, "That's nine thousand years old, he will be fine."

Yao Chunhui bit his lip and said, "It's because he is nine thousand years old!"

If it were someone else, how could he be so bold!She roughly guessed who was inside, and felt even more anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

The two carriages came one after the other, and Shanyue led a few people on horseback to protect the surroundings and headed for the execution ground.

The carriage was as warm as late spring, and Jiang Jintang was almost thrown into the carriage by that yank. He was already dizzy, let alone bumped into a solid wall of flesh.

Xuan Lan was wearing plain clothes, and the deep black lined him up more calmly, not quite like a young man, but at this moment, the condescending look in Jiang Jintang's eyes was full of youthful viciousness: " What's wrong with Nine Thousand Years, you are so happy to see your fiancée, you can't even walk?"

Jiang Jintang finally sat down, took a breath, looked up at Xuan Lan, and said hypocritically: "I am overjoyed to see Your Majesty."

"Really." Xuan Lan crossed his arms: "Why didn't I see that the nine-thousand-year-old was overjoyed?"

"Probably because I'm restrained." Jiang Jintang said lightly, "What is Your Majesty doing?"

"Thinking about the first time Jiuqian yearns for someone, he has no experience, maybe he doesn't know how to hand a silk handkerchief when Princess Fulu sheds tears for his father, so I came here to remind Jiuqian." Xuan Lan said: "By the way There is one thing to ask Nine Thousand Years."

Jiang Jintang probably guessed what he was going to ask, and looked at him quietly.

Xuan Lan really said: "Yesterday, there was an adult in the cabinet who participated in Jiuqiantui's business in private, saying that the urgently sent memorial to Jiuqiantui's desk due to the disaster in the south of the Yangtze River reached Jiuqiantui's desk. Burn it directly, and ignore thousands of people in the south of the Yangtze River, will Nine Thousand Years recognize it?"

"Acknowledge." Jiang Jintang said lightly, "I did burn the memorial."

Xuan Lan frowned: "The disaster in the south of the Yangtze River is imminent. Countless people have been displaced, their bones were left in the wild, they were starved to death, and the memorial was pressed down at the age of nine thousand. How many innocent people will die in vain if the court did not provide disaster relief in time?!"

Under the emperor's questioning, Jiang Jintang suddenly smiled: "Does Your Majesty know how much money is left in the treasury?"