Traitor, he is bent on death

In the early morning, Xuan Lan asked someone to send a bunch of things to the Chitose Mansion, all of which were related to the marriage, such as the style of the invitation, the layout of the venue, the bride's wedding dress... Pulling four carriages, I wish the whole world knew about him How much do you value Jiuqiantui's marriage with Princess Fulu?

Jiang Jintang looked at the four carts full of things in front of him, and rubbed his eyebrows: "It's nothing else... What does he mean by sending the wedding dress?"

Wang Laifu smiled and said: "Your Majesty said, Princess Fulu was very sad because of the death of her parents, and she didn't care about it, so I asked Jiu Qiansui to take a look and see if there is anything that needs to be modified in this wedding dress."

The luxurious wedding dress propped up by the wooden frame in front of me was shining brightly in the sun, with phoenixes and auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread on it, it was so beautiful and inconspicuous that it would make any woman stop.

Jiang Jintang didn't do much research on these things, so he nodded casually and said, "Let others figure it out. It doesn't have to be so grand."

Wang Laifu said: "This is impossible. Your Majesty has ordered that everything must be done according to the wedding rituals of His Royal Highness An Wang. Now Taichang Temple is busy with His Majesty's empress ceremony and praying for grain, so he did not dare to marry you and Fu Lu." The princess's marriage has come to an end."

Speaking of Princess An accepting concubine back then, Jiang Jintang smiled and said: "If Princess An is still alive, she should be full of children by now."

Wang Laifu sighed: "That's not it... Before the princess got married, the virtuous name was all over the capital. She was born in a family of Zhongming Ding Shizanying, but she has such a good heart. It's really rare."

Jiang Jintang looked at the new green in the yard and asked, "Eunuch, have you seen Princess An?"

"We have met a few times." Wang Laifu said: "At that time, the old slave was just a eunuch in charge. Before the princess got married, she followed his wife to the palace several times to pay her respects. Later, when she married His Royal Highness King An, she also entered the palace several times. , the old slave saw it from a distance, she really looked like a fairy concubine, I heard from the palace people that the princess is gentle and kind, and I am afraid that the gods in the sky are reborn."

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyes and saw the red Zhaodian ring on the index finger of his left hand, which was bright red in the sun, and there was a smile in his voice, but the corners of his brows and eyes were all cold: "I have seen the princess once, she is indeed a very gentle person. "

Wang Laifu sighed: "It's a pity that good people don't live long since ancient times... Duke Dingguo conspired against him and sentenced him to be imprisoned by the whole family. Death……"

At this moment, Shan Yue suddenly interrupted Wang Laifu and said, "Elder-in-law has worked so hard on this trip, why don't you sit down and have some tea?"

Wang Laifu hurriedly said he did not dare, "There is still something to do in the palace, the old servant should leave first."

Shanyue personally sent him away, and when he came back, he saw Jiang Jintang sitting under the eaves of the porch looking at the dappled sunlight in the yard, he said softly, "Master."

Jiang Jintang said: "Tomorrow is the first day of the first lunar month, and the ceremony of praying for grain should be ready."

Shanyue nodded and said: "The Taichang Temple has been prepared, but the supervisor of the Sitianjian sent a message saying that there will be wind and rain tomorrow, so the master should take leave."

Jiang Jintang's body will be extremely fragile once the seasons change, especially when there is no wind and rain. It is a great ceremony to pray for the valley on the Xinri, and even the emperor must abide by the ancestral system. Making sacrifices to heaven, with this set of rules, half of Jiang Jintang's life will be lost.

"The first time I saw Xuan Lan, it was at the Grain Prayer Ceremony on the New Year's Day." Jiang Jintang moved the ring subconsciously with his fingers, and said, "Because I have never seen such a grand battle, I begged my father to take me there." Look, he was still very young at that time, about three or four years old, and he was carved like a little girl."

"I didn't know he was the little prince. He was hungry all day, so I gave him snacks and hugged him, but he probably doesn't remember."

Shanyue said: "Three or four-year-old children usually can't remember."

"It's better if you can't remember." Jiang Jintang smiled: "If I had known that he would grow into the bastard he is now, I might as well feed the two pieces of cake to the dog."

These words were too rebellious, and Shanyue didn't dare to speak up.

"Sometimes when I look at this world, I always find it boring." Jiang Jintang said softly, "I can overturn this world, and even make this country no longer surnamed Xuan. I have had such an impulse countless times..."

"But if that's the case, how can I have the face to meet the six generations of loyalists of my Jiang family in the future when my soul will go to hell."

Shanyue's lips trembled: "Master..."

"I'll talk casually, so you can listen casually." Jiang Jintang smiled, stretched out his pale and slender fingers from the shadows, bathed in the sun, the slight warmth made him squint his eyes, and said:

"Tomorrow's praying for grain, I will go."

"Just to take a look, or tell Taichang Temple that I am taking leave."

After hearing the last sentence, Shanyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."

……

Xuan Lan was woken up by Wang Laifu from her sleep, with a very ugly expression on her face.

One was because he didn't get enough sleep, and the other was because he dreamed about that eunuch Jiang Jintang again.

Wang Laifu changed Xuan Lan's clothes without daring to breathe, Xuan Lan suddenly asked, "Will Jiang Jintang go?"

"Return to Your Majesty, Nine Thousand Years said that he was unwell, so he will not go."

"Heh." Xuan Lan sneered: "He would hide away and not go to the annual praying ceremony."

Wang Laifu said softly: "Jiu Qiansui is really not in good health recently, when this old servant went to Qiansui Mansion yesterday, he saw that his face was as pale as gold paper."

"For so many years, I don't know what kind of disease he is."

Wang Laifu thought for a while, and said: "The old slave also saw nine thousand years old in the palace in the early years. Although he was thin at that time, he was not as sick and troubled as he is now. There are all famous doctors in the world, and no one can cure him. It's also weird."

The complicated and exquisite gown has been put on, the young emperor is full of majesty, and his handsome and eye-catching face is also under the pressure, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

The uniform and the crown weighed about twenty catties, but Xuan Lan still walked vigorously, and said as he walked out: "Maybe it's because he committed too many crimes in his previous life, and God is punishing him, but he is doing evil things again in this life." If you do your best, you may die early in the next life, and it may not be certain."

When Wang Laifu heard this, he could only keep a smile on his face, not daring to agree.

The ceremonial car was ready outside, and Xuan Lan got on the Yu Huan. When the curtain was opened, the sun had just shone from behind the thick clouds. Xuan Lan recalled the deep dream of last night for no reason.

That dream is sticky, charming, lively and fragrant.

He smelled the fragrance of begonias that seemed to come out from his bones, and he rubbed Mu Chun's last handful of begonias into his body.

It's cold, but also voluptuous.

Xuan Lan was a little distracted, and unconsciously asked: "Are the crabapple flowers about to bloom?"

Wang Laifu heard it, and replied: "Your Majesty is joking, this is Meng Chun, and the begonia will take two or three months to bloom."

Xuan Lan didn't speak any more, she just felt strange.

It is clear that the flowering period of the crabapple has not yet arrived, but the fragrance in his dream seems to have been carved into his heart.

The praying ceremony was held at an altar in the suburbs of Beijing. The officials of Taichang Temple had already been solemnly waiting. When Xuan Lan got off the carriage, all the officials immediately knelt down and shouted long live.

Xuan Lan's eyes swept across the crowd casually, and he saw a black horse-drawn carriage. Few people dared not get out of the carriage to worship the emperor on such an occasion. Looking at Wang Laifu with a half-smile: "Didn't you say he won't come?"

"This……"

Xuan Lan snorted: "Look at me, Nine Thousand Years Lives more carefree than I do."

Wang Laifu coughed and said, "Your Majesty, the adults are waiting for you."

Xuan Lan withdrew her gaze and said softly, "Let's begin."

Praying for valleys on the first day of the first lunar month has been a ritual since ancient times. On this day, the emperor has to go to the altar to pray for the stability of the country, for good weather, and for the prosperity of the clan. They are not allowed to eat or drink until the sun sets.

In the carriage, Jiang Jintang watched the young emperor stepping up to the altar in a gorgeous gown, and suddenly seemed to have returned to many years ago, when he was 12 years old, quietly watching the first emperor in the crowd, walking smoothly. Heavy, like a majestic mountain, majestic but kind, like the Mingjun written in the book.

It is said that human growth is a process of constant forgetting. No matter how deep-rooted memories are, they will eventually be forgotten. But nine years have passed, and in the blink of an eye, those memories are still as vivid as yesterday, with blood, crying , Cursing, mixed together, became the worst curse in the world, making him not live in peace and die a good death.

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyes and rubbed his sore temples. Recently, he always thought of Xuan Shen. Could it be that this person had already foreseen his death on Huangquan Road?

Shanyue opened the curtain and came in. Seeing that his complexion was not good, she poured him a cup of hot tea and said, "Master, there is news from Xingdeng Village that he has been sent away, and Master Jian is following her, but I lost it within a few days, and the other party seemed to know these things very well, leaving no clues along the way."

Jiang Jintang looked at the exquisite cloud pattern painted on the teacup, and said calmly, "Don't worry, we'll know who it is soon."

Shanyue was taken aback for a moment, but then she understood, after all, they sent someone a message about the red mole, and if the other party still had doubts about Jiang Jintang's identity, they would definitely come to ask for confirmation.

"Is Jiashi almost arriving in the capital?" Jiang Jintang took a sip of tea, and his cold heart felt a little warmer. He exhaled, his eyes and eyebrows looked even colder in the smog.

"It should be soon." Shanyue said: "It will probably arrive tomorrow."

Jiang Jintang hummed, propped his head on one hand, and looked sideways at Xuan Lan on the altar.

The altar is too high, and Xuanlan's appearance can't be seen clearly from here, only a majestic uniform can be seen.

Time is really a strange thing. Some people look different every day and change rapidly, but some people are left in the same place forever, unable to move forward half a step.

Jiang Jintang suddenly wanted to grasp something urgently, to grasp the only thought he had left in the world, no matter whether this thought was love or hate, joy or sorrow.

"Shanyue." Jiang Jintang coughed twice, and said, "Take my cloak, and I will pray for the grain with His Majesty."

Shanyue naturally didn't want to agree, but when he looked at Jiang Jintang's pale face, he realized that this person was so fragile, as if a thin layer of rice paper was pasted on the lantern frame made of thin bamboo branches, either by wind and frost or by candlelight. The fire burns, and the inside and outside are tormented.

If it weren't for hanging on the depression that had been accumulated for many years, the jade mountain might have collapsed long ago.

Shanyue pursed her lips, said nothing more, put the thick fox fur on Jiang Jintang, and put the warm hand stove into his hand.

Under the altar, all civil and military officials were kneeling, and Jiang Jintang walked past them without looking sideways, and stepped on the white marble steps of the altar.

Xuan Ke knelt in the first place, and was startled when he saw Jiang Jintang, and suddenly felt that he saw him who was still warm and lively nine years ago.

Only emperors and empresses could go up to the altar to pray for blessings, which symbolized the majesty of the royal family. Jiang Jintang's move was very unethical, but even the old antiques in Taichang Temple did not dare to question it.

After all, Jiang Jintang held great power and had a perverse personality. If it made him unhappy, he could do anything at the praying ceremony. In comparison, going to the altar to pray for blessings was nothing.

The fox fur dragged across the ground, and Jiang Jintang walked up slowly. Xuan Lan's figure was reflected in his eyes, but he seemed to be looking at another person through him.

——At that time, you were an invisible mountain to me, and I was so overwhelmed that I was dying, but now, I stepped onto this altar and stood shoulder to shoulder with the emperor, what can you do to me.

Crawl out from the underworld and drag me into Abi?

There was a mocking smile on Jiang Jintang's lips.

Xuan Lan knelt in front of the big bronze cauldron, heard the movement, turned his head and saw Jiang Jintang coming against the light in the morning light, his figure was thin and thin, but seemed invincible.

"... Nine thousand years old." Seeing that he ignored the majesty of the royal family, Xuan Lan's face was not very good-looking: "Isn't nine thousand years old feeling unwell and asking for leave?"

Jiang Jintang slowly knelt behind Xuan Lan, and said in a low voice, "The safety of one minister is as important as the safety of the people of the world."

Xuan Lan lowered her long eyebrows, and the young man's eyes were full of mischief: "Since Nine Thousand Years cares so much about the people of the world, it's better for me to be the throne—let Nine Thousand Years sit on it!"

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The little diary of the dog emperor's mood (2):

It is said that always dreaming about the same person is because the other person is thinking about you.

Could it be that Jiang Jintang sees me in his heart every day?

……

Then I will be reluctant to condescend to dream about him again.