Traitor, he is bent on death

The news that Jiu Qiansui was going to marry a wife was like having wings. Within half a day, the whole capital knew about this anecdote.

Just after the New Year's Eve, the capital became lively again because of this incident. People of insight in the teahouse gathered together to criticize treacherous ministers for harming the country, and talked about the way to rejuvenate the country. To show the public, to indignate the people.

Jiang Jintang was sitting by the window, he could hear clearly through a bead curtain, he had no expression on his face, he just looked at the withered willow covered with snow beside the moat outside the window, Shanyue frowned and said: "... ...these people don't understand anything, if they really have the ability, can they be so poor that they can't even pay for a pot of tea?"

Jiang Jintang said lightly, "I'm not angry, why are you angry?"

When Shanyue first followed Jiang Jintang, she didn't understand why he could deal with so many scoldings calmly. Later, Shanyue discovered that there was something deeper in Jiang Jintang's eyes than fame and fortune in this world. People have been dragged into the abyss of mud, so naturally they don't care about these abuses anymore.

Jiang Jintang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and frowned slightly, as if he didn't like the taste of the tea very much, and it happened that someone outside said loudly: "If you want me to say, this eunuch marrying a wife must have something private with Yao Shou Contacts! Yao Shou has been selling officials for many years, but has not been discovered, so how do you know that this eunuch is not backing him?!"

"It's very reasonable! From my point of view, it's because Yao Shou threatened him that he had to marry this Yao family because he was afraid of implicating himself... Otherwise, he would be a eunuch and marry a woman back, so there's no need for him. Everyone said yes no?!"

The crowd laughed.

Shanyue said coldly: "It's so vulgar to read the sage's books in vain."

Jiang Jintang found it quite interesting, and said, "They are right."

Shanyue said in a low voice: "Master, actually, why do you need to go through this muddy water... You are not famous."

"I don't like to owe favors." Jiang Jintang fiddled with the ring on his index finger. The bright red color against the snow-colored skin was even paler, like red plums that suddenly bloomed in the snow. "Someone set up such a trick. If I don't go in, it will be boring."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone parted the bead curtain and entered with a smile: "Who set up a trap for you?"

The guests that Jiang Jintang was waiting for finally arrived.

The man is tall and has long legs, and he is dressed in brocade clothes. He does not look like a prodigal prince in Beijing. On the contrary, he is full of hostility, which is the fierceness of fighting on the battlefield.

Shanyue stood up, "General Qin."

Qin Xu ignored him, but looked at Jiang Jintang twice.

This man is a medicine jar, but he doesn't care about his body at all. He sits by the window in the winter and blows the wind. At this time, his face is as white as a ghost, only his lips still have the color of spring flowers.

Qin Xu frowned unconsciously, leaned over and closed the window, and said, "If you want to die, you can come to me, and I'll give you a knife."

Just after the wind blew, Jiang Jintang's face became a little paler again, and his pair of eyes were as clean as a pair of glass beads, not like the eyes that a treacherous minister full of crimes should have.

"Don't bother the general for the time being." He said: "I still have some unfulfilled wishes, and I want to hang on for a while."

Qin Xu snorted: "Nine-thousand-year-old is also a family man now, besides not having a son, what other unfulfilled wishes do you have?"

Jiang Jintang smiled slightly, and his whole body had a bit of vitality, even more like a peach blossom in March in the south of the Yangtze River, "People, don't they always have nothing and pursue something more."

He stretched out his jade-like fingers, made a "please" gesture, and said, "sit down."

Qin Xu's eyes fell on his slender and white fingertips, he paused, and then sat down opposite him.

Perhaps no one would have guessed that Qin Xu, the great general of the dynasty and a first-class marquis, had a personal relationship with the nine-thousand-year-old Jiang Jintang.

After all, these two people can be said to hate each other in court. Someone once said that if the great cause had not been for a loyal emperor like Qin Xu, the country would have been stolen by eunuchs long ago.

"Could it be possible..." Qin Xu approached two points, and teased, "Do you really want that Yao family to give you a son?"

Jiang Jintang smiled and shook his head: "Why bother to harm other girls."

Qin Xu leaned back on the back of the chair and said casually: "I'll tell you what women do... Let's talk about the things in the court, you little emperor, you can't teach me well."

Jiang Jintang coughed twice and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He wiped it off with a handkerchief calmly, and said, "He's a wolf cub, not a dog. Of course he won't let me manipulate him."

Seeing him coughing up blood, Qin Xu frowned: "Didn't I send some doctors to you a few months ago? Why, those quack doctors are useless?"

Jiang Jintang said: "It's not the doctor's fault that he suffers from an old disease, but the medicine is not cured."

Qin Xu frowned even deeper: "It's bad luck to say what you are doing."

Jiang Jintang smiled, raised his eyes and looked at Qin Xu: "General Qin, we are just cooperating, you are not a good person, and I am not a good person, so don't pay too much attention to my personal affairs, eh?"

Qin Xu was annoyed by Jiang Jintang's behavior.

He always divides everything clearly and never drags his feet. The two have known each other for so many years. Qin Xu recalled that there was not even a trace of connection between him and Jiang Jintang.

"I'm just afraid that you won't be able to hold on and die prematurely." Qin Xu said coldly, "Who cares about your private affairs."

"Thank you in advance, General." Jiang Jintang said: "This crippled body can live on for the time being. If I promise the General, I will definitely do it. Please rest assured, General."

"...For so many years, I really don't know what you are trying to do." Qin Xu approached Jiang Jintang suddenly, staring into his eyes: "You are a eunuch and a sick child. It is meaningless to be on the throne. Now you are extremely rich. , no one in the world is afraid of you, and why are you planning so hard?"

"Who knows." Jiang Jintang said calmly, "I don't know either."

He grabbed the ivory fan on the table, pushed Qin Xu away with the fan, and talked about court affairs: "King An is going back to Beijing soon."

"Why." Qin Xu raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still remember the bit of hatred you had with him back then?"

Jiang Jintang smiled: "The general is joking, what enmity can I have with His Highness Wang An?"

Qin Xu stared at him, and after a few breaths, he said: "The little emperor relies heavily on King An, he will return to Beijing, you will not have a good life."

Jiang Jintang stood up, straightened his clothes, and said with a smile, "So I'm going to kill him outside the capital, so that he can't enter the capital."

Qin Xu's eyelids twitched: "...Are you crazy? The relationship between you and the little emperor is tense now. Once he is full-fledged, he will be the first to attack you. Even those poor scholars know that you are blocking the way for the little emperor. Shi, I want to get rid of you and hurry... What are you going to provoke him now? Do you really think your life is too long?!"

Jiang Jintang didn't answer, and walked out, Qin Xu grabbed his wrist: "Answer."

Jiang Jintang glanced at him holding his hand, and the fan spun and knocked on the back of his hand. Qin Xu couldn't help letting go, and Jiang Jintang said calmly, "I'm willing."

"You..." Qin Xu gritted his teeth. If someone else had treated him like this, he would have beaten him to the point of crying. However, Jiang Jintang is a porcelain doll and he can't be touched.

He withdrew his hand and said with a sneer, "Success, if you want to die, I won't stop you."

"Your Majesty will arrange the marriage for you personally, and I hope Nine Thousand Years Old will live well. Don't disappoint Your Majesty's good intentions."

"Of course." Jiang Jintang said.

Qin Xu didn't know why he became so angry, he drank a cup of tea and said: "I just received the news that Mrs. Yao was taken away from the Ministry of Punishment, and Gu Zhiyan took them there himself."

Jiang Jintang looked back: "Where did you take it?"

"In the palace." Qin Xu said, "You made the little emperor so angry that he intends to consider Mrs. Yao as his righteous sister and marry him from the palace... The emperor has become your uncle, nine thousand years old is a blessing."

Jiang Jintang did not comment on Xuan Lan's naive approach.

"I haven't been back to the capital for a long time." Qin Xu recalled something: "I saw the little emperor two days ago, and suddenly felt that he was really similar to the late emperor, but his temperament was completely different."

Jiang Jintang's fingers trembled, and the ivory folding fan in his hand also trembled. He lowered his eyelashes and said warmly, "Yes."

"I found out something interesting..." Qin Xu looked at Jiang Jintang, "Not long ago when the officials were sorting out the case files, someone found that Guangyuan's 13-year champion had the same name and surname as you. Do you think it's a coincidence?"

Jiang Jintang smiled: "It's a coincidence. Who is this number one scholar?"

"The case file is incomplete, and the records are not clear, but the old man in charge of the case file remembers... This one seems to be the youngest son of Dingguo Gong Jiang Fan, who is not as famous as his brothers, but his literary talent is excellent, but because of congenital inadequacy, his health Sick and weak, he has been kept in the deep pavilion."

"Mr. Dingguo was implicated in the nine clans because of treason nine years ago. No wonder this number one scholar has no future." Jiang Jintang said softly, "Otherwise, he would have been granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister."

"It's a pity not." Qin Xu said: "I had some friendship with Ding Guogong's sons back then, and they were all dragons and phoenixes among men. Presumably this number one scholar is also an extraordinary person."

"It's my fault." Jiang Jintang smiled, his glass-like pupils were as clean as fresh snow, "I'm so good and capable, I have the same name and surname as Duke Ding's young master."

"I don't think Nine Thousand Years is raised in a poor place." Qin Xu narrowed his eyes, "It's not considered a high climber."

"I am a slave who was sold into the palace by my parents." Jiang Jintang said softly, "How can I be compared with Duke Ding's son?"

Qin Xu naturally knew the origin of the person in front of him. When he was six years old, his hometown was hit by a disaster, and he fled to the capital. His parents sold him into the palace in order to survive. Guangyuan emerged in the 14th year and was reused by the late emperor. Nine thousand years old who is devoted to the ruling and opposition parties.

Case by case, the records in the palace files are clear.

Such a mud-legged boy, like the glamorous young master Dingguo, seems to have the same name and surname, but Qin Xu looked at Jiang Jintang who was standing by the bead curtain with a calm face, but always felt that there was definitely something between them. connection.

Jiang Jintang lifted the beaded curtain with a folding fan and nodded, "I still have something to do, so let's go ahead and let the general do what he wants."

Shanyue saluted Qin Xu, and followed Jiang Jintang out together.

He whispered: "Why did General Qin suddenly mention this?"

Jiang Jintang looked at the heavy snow falling from the sky, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's a pity for that young master Jiang."

"After all, the 17-year-old No. [-] scholar is also the first since the founding of Daye."

Shanyue opened the umbrella and covered Jiang Jintang's head, shielding him from the flying snow. Jiang Jintang's eyes fell into the distance, but his eyes were empty, and he smiled: "...It's a pity."