Traitor, he is bent on death

Dingguo Mansion was affixed with a seal 12 years ago, time has passed, the original color of the seal has faded, and the writing on it has been blurred, hanging on the lost color of the vermilion lacquer gate, adding a few more Part depression.

Since Jiang's family was slaughtered, Jiang Jintang never came here again. He thought he would never come back, but now under a cold moon, he brought Xuan Lan to the door of Jiang's house.

He must be crazy.

Otherwise...how could he really bring Xuan Lan home?

Xuan Lan sat on the four-wheeled cart, and stretched out his hand to remove the seal on the door. Too much time passed, and the paper turned into crumbs in his hands, and with the wind, it became fine dust in the air.

In the moonlight, Xuan Lan slowly pushed open the door of the Jiang family's mansion. The door creaked after being in disrepair for a long time, and took Xuan Lan back to more than ten years ago in an instant.

Those memories that had been buried in the deepest part came up again. He remembered that when he was very young, he had followed Xuan Ke to the door of Jiang's house.

Xuan Lan suddenly turned her head to look at Jiang Jintang, and said softly, "When I was young...did I see you here?"

Jiang Jintang didn't speak.

He didn't want to mention his failed career as a teacher, and he didn't want people to know that someone like Xuan Lan, who was extremely poor at painting, had been his student.

Jiang Jintang crossed the threshold first, his sleeve brushed against Xuan Lan's cheek, Xuan Lan grabbed his cuff and said, "You go in first, what should I do?"

He is still on a four-wheeler.

Jiang Jintang pulled back his sleeve and said softly, "You don't have to come in."

Xuan Lan smiled, stood up from the four-wheeled vehicle, brought the four-wheeled vehicle in with one hand, and sat on it again.

Jiang Jintang: "..."

For a moment he suspected that Xuan Lan was not injured at all, he was so fierce.

Xuan Lan grabbed his sleeve and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Jintang pursed his lips, but still stood behind him and pushed the four-wheeler.

Dingguo's mansion is desolate and dilapidated, with overturned stone tables, destroyed doors, and trees with knife marks everywhere...

But after so many years, no one took care of them, these flowers and trees are still growing very well. Xuan Lan saw the old apricot tree at a glance. At this time, the flowering period of the apricot blossoms has long passed. The old apricot tree is lush and green, with green skin hanging on it Yellow apricots.

On the old branches of the apricot tree, a swing is tied, shaking slightly in the night wind.

Xuan Lan said to Jiang Jintang, "Sit on it, and I'll push you."

Jiang Jintang said softly, "No."

Xuan Lan didn't force it: "Then I'll sit on it, and you push me."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Xuan Lan really wanted to get up while talking, Jiang Jintang pressed his shoulder: "Are you really afraid that your wound will heal?"

Xuan Lan whispered: "If I recover from my injury, you will definitely not spoil me so much."

Jiang Jintang was dumbfounded.

He pushed Xuan Lan to continue walking, and said: "The ropes of the swing are rotten, you can't sit on it, and the tree is full of apricots, if you swing underneath, you won't be afraid of hitting your head? We didn't play this swing in the summer before." .”

Xuan Lan asked curiously, "Then what do you play in summer?"

In fact, Jiang Jintang didn't play much. He was not in good health, so he could only play with toys by himself, or watch others play. For a while, he liked shadow puppets very much, so Jiang Anrong specially raised a shadow puppets team for Jiang Jintang in his house In acting, Jiang Anli also learned a hand from others, and made Jiang Jintang unhappy, so he used this to trick others.

But the eldest brother and the second brother are not often in the capital. The eldest brother was 14 years old when he went to the border with his father, and the second brother was 12 years old. After that, he always stayed in Beijing with his mother and sister.

"Pitch the Pot." Jiang Jintang barely remembered the game he played when he was a child, "But I'm good at it, they are not my opponents, and gradually they stopped playing this game with me."

Xuan Lan laughed: "You are really good at aiming... the arrow you shot at Xuan Ke at the beginning of the year, if it weren't for me, Xuan Ke would have been heartbroken."

Jiang Jintang paused, and said, "It's good to know how many things you have broken me."

"Here." Before Xuanlan could speak, Jiang Jintang suddenly said, "I used to live here."

Xuan Lan raised her eyes, and saw a small courtyard in front of her, and all the crabapples were planted in the courtyard. At this time, the trees were full of flowers, which were gorgeous and dazzing.

The two walked into the yard, and saw the door was open, and the inside was in a mess, and they could no longer see the cleanliness and elegance of the past.

Xuan Lan bent down and picked up a piece of paper on the ground. The handwriting on it was written in luan and hong jing, with a strong character, and it copied a poem by a great Confucianist in the former dynasty.

This is Jiang Jintang's words when he was young.

Compared with now, he is a little more youthful, and a little more energetic. The young man is lingering on the sick bed, but he has the world in his heart.

Jiang Jintang took the paper away from his hand and said, "What's so interesting."

Xuan Lan bent her eyes and smiled: "Looking at this piece of paper, I seem to be able to see you at that time."

"I almost forgot what I was like at that time." Jiang Jintang casually placed the paper on the dusty table, looked at the Duobao Pavilion lying on the ground, and said: "In the past, the They were all gifts from my brother and sister, some valuable and some worthless, and now, none of them can be kept."

Xuan Lan grabbed his hand, but didn't know what to say.

"Go out." Jiang Jintang said, "There's nothing to see inside."

Xuan Lan hummed in a low voice.

When the wind blew up at night, Jiang Jintang walked under the crabapple tree, the sky was full of moonlight, and the trees were in full bloom, but it was not as good as his gaze in the starlight, which made people's heart flutter in an instant.

"What's wrong." Jiang Jintang frowned slightly: "Why didn't you leave?"

Xuan Lan pushed the four-wheeled cart to his side, stood up suddenly, put his arms around his waist, and pushed him onto the trunk of the crabapple tree. Jiang Jintang was startled: "Why are you crazy?"

"I want to kiss you." Xuan Lan whispered in his ear, "Can I?"

"...Impossible." Jiang Jintang pursed his lips: "Let me go."

"I'm just asking." Xuan Lan said, "It doesn't matter whether you agree or not."

Jiang Jintang: "Xuan Lan, you..."

Xuan Lan didn't give him another chance to speak.

No matter how many times he has experienced it, Jiang Jintang feels that Xuanlan is like a blazing fire, which is filled with the madness of a beast. When it sweeps up, it will not only burn people into a pile of ashes, but also devour them Into the belly.

Jiang Jintang's stiff body softened under the kiss, he was almost unable to stand still, it was the hand on his waist that held him up and kept him from falling to the ground in embarrassment.

Xuan Lan's strength is so strong, she kissed him very hard, hugged him very hard, as if she wanted to use every inch of her body to tell him how much she loves him.

The scent of Leng Tang swayed in the air, Jiang Jintang was almost unable to breathe, Xuan Lan finally let go of him a little, rubbed his reddened lower lip in his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice against the corner of his lips: "You say, How can there be someone like you in this world?"

Want me to dream about, want me to worry about gain and loss, want me to love you so much.

"I also want to know..." Jiang Jintang took a breath, his eyes glistened, "I also want to know how there are people like you in this world."

Xuan Lan held his face, "Because of you, I am here."

He smiled: "You are so lonely, you want me to love you."

Jiang Jintang pursed the corner of his lower lip, not understanding how Xuan Lan could be so shameless.

"Don't sip." Xuan Lan pressed Jiang Jintang's lips with his thumb, frowned and said, "If you sip any more, your skin will break."

Jiang Jintang sneered: "Who did it?"

"I did it." Xuan Lan smiled lowly: "I'm sorry, I dare to do it next time."

Jiang Jintang took a deep breath, not bothering to pay attention to this bastard, and said: "You are crazy enough, let me go."

"No." Xuan Lan buried her head in his neck, and slowly kissed his slender and fair neck, making Jiang Jintang's eyelashes tremble.

"This is the Jiang family." Jiang Jintang said: "If my father's heroic spirit is in the sky, seeing you treat me like this will definitely break your leg."

Xuan Lan: "Even if my leg is broken, I still want to kiss you... Well, if my father-in-law is here, I will propose marriage. I have nothing, so I can only use mountains and rivers to hire you. Do you agree?"

"..." Jiang Jintang said, "No."

After a pause, he added, "Who is your father-in-law? You son of a bitch."

Xuan Lan laughed lowly, it was clear that it was cold at night, but Jiang Jintang was hugged by Xuan Lan, feeling the boy's body temperature passing through his clothes, the corners of his eyes were even a little red, "Let go of me, go back to the palace."

Xuan Lan's fingers slowly caressed his eyes, and suddenly pressed against him and said, "Are you asking me to go back like this?"

Jiang Jintang froze.

He looked at Xuan Lan incredulously: "Are you a dog?!"

Heat anytime, anywhere.

Xuan Lan rubbed against him: "If you say yes, then it is."

Jiang Jintang's jade-like neck was stained red, and he said angrily, "Let go of me, you can take care of it yourself."

"When I kissed you, didn't you feel it?" Xuan Lan was still very wronged: "I have feelings, you see."

He topped Jiang Jintang.

Jiang Jintang's expression became even uglier: "No!"

Xuan Lan suddenly remembered: "I forgot, you are cleansed."

"..." Jiang Jintang took a deep breath and said, "Yes, so I won't feel anything, so let me go."

"I don't believe it." Xuan Lan was very difficult: "Unless you let me feel it."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

He looked at Xuan Lan, as if looking at some monster: "Where did you learn to be so obscene?!"

"Where is it obscene?" Xuan Lan frowned: "I have never seen anyone pointing at and scolding obscenity when the husband and wife were together."

"you……"

Xuan Lan gagged his mouth, dazed from kissing him, hugged the man whose arms had softened into a puddle of water, and said softly: "I just want to know if you are really unresponsive."

"...Dog thing." Jiang Jintang said hoarsely, "This is the Jiang family!"

Xuan Lan was clearly messing with people, and her voice was pitiful: "Then go back to the palace."

Jiang Jintang took a deep breath and reminded himself that Xuan Lan is now a wounded person and cannot be beaten. He might accidentally kill him. He said with a smile on his face, "Okay."

When he returned to the palace, he immediately locked the gate of Qianyuan Hall, letting the dog go into heat by himself.

The author has something to say:

What can the dog emperor do? Acting like a baby No.1.

Ps: Maybe any husband with obsessive-compulsive disorder, have you seen the 99 that I made...