Traitor, he is bent on death

There have been many major events in the capital recently.

First, there was a mutiny in the aristocratic family, and both King An and Nine Thousand Years died here. General Qin Xu and Qin Qin led troops to King Qin, not only kept the emperor's dragon chair, but also learned from the leader of the family that Jiang Fan, the Duke of Ding, had died 12 years ago. Rebellion is an unjust, false and wrongly decided case, and the mastermind behind it is the late emperor who has passed away for many years.

This is enough to cause an uproar in the whole world, but the most jaw-dropping thing is that the emperor not only issued an edict of guilt for this, confessed it on behalf of his father, but also went to the mass grave to dig up the remains of Duke Ding. Come out and be buried in Jiang's ancestral grave.

If these are political affairs, then there is another strange thing.

That is, the Jiang family did not die back then, leaving Jiang Fan's youngest son. This son has been raised in Yangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, and escaped the catastrophe. What's more, this son is the descendant of Wenquxing, Guangyuan 15 The number one scholar in the year, the emperor specially allowed him to re-enter the court to participate in politics.

All of a sudden, Beijing and China were in a state of chaos, all kinds of gossip spread like wildfire, the teahouse was overcrowded, and even three-year-old children on the street came here without opening their mouths.

Zhu Youyuan was still kneeling outside the imperial study room.

He had been kneeling for two hours, but the emperor still had no intention of seeing him. Seeing that the gray-haired veteran was about to faint from exhaustion, finally, the door of the imperial study room opened.

Zhu Youyuan hurriedly said: "Your Majesty!"

Xuan Lan paused: "Master Zhu is still here."

Zhu Youyuan: "..."

"Master Zhu has something to do, let's talk about it as soon as possible." Xuan Lan said quietly, "I still have something to do."

The news from Wang Laifu just now said that Jiang Jintang refused to take the medicine, and all the palace people were in a hurry.

"Your Majesty has disregarded the face of the first emperor and issued an edict of guilt, so you must never go to the mass grave!" Zhu Youyuan said: "The old minister is willing to go on his behalf, and the old minister will definitely bury Jiang's remains properly!"

Xuan Lan smiled, and he said: "Master Zhu, thousands of people in the Jiang family died in vain. If you have the confidence to suppress the resentment of so many dead souls?"

Zhu Youyuan's back stiffened.

"I know Master Zhu's considerations." Xuan Lan said quietly: "The Xuan family owes the Jiang family an explanation, and this explanation can only be given by me."

Zhu Youyuan took a deep breath and said: "Your Majesty, the orphan of the Jiang family...you want to reward him generously, why do you want to allow him to enter the court to participate in politics?! How do you know that this son will not hold grudges, stir up troubles, and cause chaos? Chao Gang..."

Xuan Lan laughed out loud, thinking, Jiang Jintang has been disturbing the situation in the court for ten years, how many more years are left.

"Has Mr. Zhu read his article?" Xuan Lan asked.

Zhu Youyuan shook his head hesitantly: "No."

In the 14th year of Guangyuan, he returned to his hometown to be his mother Ding You, and he never saw Jiang's Wenzhan, nor did he see the astoundingly talented number one scholar.

"He is the No. [-] scholar handpicked by the father." Xuan Lan said: "He is also the closed disciple of the great Confucianist Yan Yunyi, the younger brother of the first assistant of the court, and he was the second in the list back then. His writing is far behind him, and he has great talent."

"Master Zhu, if you have time, you can take a look."

Zhu Youyuan couldn't help being stunned.

"Master Zhu, you don't need to persuade me anymore, I've made up my mind." Xuan Lan glanced at the sky, it was almost noon, and said: "My lord, go back."

Zhu Youyuan sighed deeply: "Your Majesty... I hope you are not leading wolves into the house."

Xuan Lan smiled: "I'm afraid he won't come in."

……

In Qianyuan Hall, Wang Laifu was persuading Jiang Jintang earnestly: "My lord, why don't you take medicine? If you don't take medicine, you won't get better..."

Jiang Jintang looked sleepy, leaning on the imperial concubine chair to bask in the sun, he closed his eyes slightly, and said, "It's bitter, don't drink."

Wang Laifu found that Jiang Jintang has become much more popular since she let go of her nine-thousand-year-old identity, and occasionally she is a little naive, like a child.

When Xuan Lan came in, just hearing his words, Wang Laifu hurriedly wanted to salute, Xuan Lan waved his hand, took the medicine bowl from him, and said: "Does your medicine suffer from mine?"

Jiang Jintang raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Don't you know it after you try it?"

Xuan Lan really took a sip, Jiang Jintang was taken aback for a moment, Xuan Lan pinched his chin and kissed him, half of the medicine was fed into Jiang Jintang's mouth, and half was swallowed by Xuan Lan himself. The room is full of entangled medicinal fragrance.

Jiang Jintang frowned bitterly, Xuan Lan conveniently put a caramel into his mouth, pressed his fingers on his plump lips: "Are you angry?"

Jiang Jintang didn't speak.

Xuan Lan said: "If you don't drink it, I'll feed you the whole bowl of medicine mouth to mouth."

"..." Jiang Jintang pursed his lips, took the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

Wang Laifu smiled and said, "Your Majesty still has an idea."

Xuan Lan handed him the empty bowl and said, "Go down."

"Hey." Wang Laifu responded.

Xuan Lan patted Jiang Jintang on the back: "Okay, Ah Tang, stop being angry, guess who I brought to see you?"

Jiang Jintang said, "Not interested."

"Really not interested?" Xuan Lan smiled and said, "Come in."

A young man dressed in brocade clothes came in outside the door, his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Jiang Jintang's.

Seeing him, Jiang Jintang immediately sat up: "Qin Sang."

Qin Sang ran over and grabbed his hand: "I haven't seen you for a long time... I thought I would never see you again."

"How could it be?" Jiang Jintang patted his head: "I'm just too busy recently."

Qin Sang pursed her lips and said, "They all say you're dead."

"They're talking nonsense." Jiang Jintang said, "Look, am I living a good life?"

"Hmm..." Qin Sang hugged Jiang Jintang: "I miss you so much."

Jiang Jintang smiled: "Qin Sang is a little man, and still so clingy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a big hand stretched out with sharp bones, pulling Qin Sang away abruptly, Xuan Lan frowned: "How old are you and still acting like a baby, do you want to lose face?"

"..." Jiang Jintang glanced at Xuan Lan, thinking that Xuan Lan also knew that it was shameless to act like a spoiled child at a very old age.

Qin Sang wasn't very afraid of Xuan Lan: "I'm only 11 years old this year, I'm still young."

"In two years, I will marry a daughter-in-law and I'm still young." Xuan Lan said displeased, "You're so kind."

"Then why don't you marry a wife?" Qin Sang said coldly.

"I don't marry, it's not that I don't want to marry." Xuan Lan said lazily, "It's my daughter-in-law who doesn't want to marry yet."

Qin Sang: "? Are you not the emperor? Is there anyone who doesn't want to marry you?"

Xuan Lan glanced at Jiang Jintang and said, "Isn't that right, there are people who don't want to marry me."

Jiang Jintang brought cakes for Qin Sang to eat, and said indifferently, "Isn't Your Majesty's queen waiting for Your Majesty to marry her at the Lin's house?"

Xuan Lan said: "My queen is not in the Lin family."

Jiang Jintang pretended not to hear.

Xuan Lan accompanied Jiang Jintang to lunch, Qin Sang was about to show Jiang Jintang the calligraphy he had practiced recently, Xuan Lan said, "You go out with me."

"...Me?" Qin Sang asked suspiciously, "What am I going to do?"

"So much nonsense." Xuan Lan grabbed him by the collar and said, "A Tang, lend him for an afternoon and return it to you in the evening."

Jiang Jintang stood up: "Aren't you going to review the papers? What are you doing with him?"

Xuan Lan: "If you get angry after reading the brochure, just beat him up for fun."

Qin Sang: "..."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Xuan Lan took Qin Sang out of the Qianyuan Hall, his face turned cold: "Go and change clothes."

Qin Sang asked, "What exactly are you going to do?"

Xuan Lan looked down at him for a long time and said, "Go and invite your grandparents home."

……

Over the years in the mass grave, I don't know how many unknown bones have been buried, but the bones of Jiang's family are easy to find.

Jiang Fan had a very good reputation. After his death, many people spontaneously came to the mass grave to let him be buried in peace.

The mighty guard of honor was laid out, Xuan Lan wore a dragon robe and a crown, and entered the mass grave amidst the hoarse cries of crows.

Surrounded by countless onlookers, solemn officials and armored soldiers.

He walked to Jiang Fan's small grave step by step, and even lifted the hem of his robe, knelt down on the dirty ground, and made a big salute.

All the officials were horrified and knelt down one after another.

"Mr. Dingguo is full of heroes and heroes. He has guarded the frontier for decades, laid the foundation of the great cause, prevented the barbarians from invading, proudly protected the peace of one side, and poured all his blood to keep the safety of the country. However." Xuan Lan said in a deep voice: "The first emperor Because of selfish desires, loyalty and goodness are not tolerated, Jiang was killed, and Jiang was charged with treason for 12 years. In these 12 years, thousands of heroic spirits have not been able to rest in peace. I feel deeply guilty."

"Today, Xuan Lan pleads for his father's sin, and please the dead souls to rest in peace under the Nine Springs." Xuan Lan kowtowed heavily, but it seemed to be on the apex of everyone's heart.

At this moment, the emperor gave up not only the inviolable dignity of the emperor, but also the arrogance of a young man.

With a pen in the history books, he must be the talk of countless people in future generations.

Or a laughing stock.

But this head, he just knocked it down.

Xuan Lan's heart was at peace like never before.

He thought, your hatred, your grievances, your grievances, your blood and tears, all entered my dream.

I bear it alone, and return him to peace and tranquility.

Even if I fall forever, I am willing.

The imperial guards dug up small graves, the bones were buried shallowly, and were only covered with old grass. The white bones were exposed in the sky, just like in the early summer 11 years ago, when Jiang's family entered the cracks in the execution ground. in the blood.

Xuan Lan took out the bones in person and put them in the ebony coffin.

He never thought that when he met the wise and mighty Marshal Jiang again, he would be the one holding Jiang Fan's bones.

This bone is so heavy, it is the bone of a real gentleman.

"Qin Sang." Xuan Lan said, "Kowtow to your grandfather."

The young boy solemnly kowtowed three heads to the ground, his face was already full of tears.

Not long after he found out about his life experience, he was caught off guard and met with his closest relatives.

Xuan Lan pushed up the coffin lid himself, and after 11 years, Jiang Fan finally had a place to live.

The curtain of a black horse-drawn carriage opened in the distance, and Jian Yuanjia leaned against the wall, his eyes were a little complicated: "I didn't expect that he would do this for you."

Jiang Jintang's face was pale, and his jet-black eyes were as clear as glass, like a delicate, lifeless puppet.

He looked at Xuan Lan silently for a long time before saying: "He is really my karma."

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In the next book, I am thinking about writing supernatural infinite stream or campus cookies.