Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang didn't even raise his head: "Pray for grain and avoid eating and drinking."

Xuan Lan snorted softly, opened the drawer of the low table in front of him, brought out a plate of pastries and a pot of still warm milk tea, and there were tributes on the low table, Xuan Lan pushed the tribute aside and put them on the table. Serve your own pastry and tea, and then start eating blatantly.

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang looked at him acting like a spring outing, then at the pitiful tribute pushed into a corner, and said, "Your Majesty is not afraid of the wrath of the gods?"

"I don't believe in gods and Buddhas." Xuan Lan poured himself a cup of steaming milk tea with a very calm expression on his face: "If there are gods and Buddhas, what is the use of me? Entrust the life and death of the people to the stability of the country. The Buddha's hand originally represents the incompetence of the king."

Jiang Jintang was slightly taken aback, and said softly, "Your Majesty is quite different from the late Emperor."

When Xuanshen was in power, the annual grain prayer ceremony was very grand. Because the emperor attached great importance to it, the grain prayer ceremony was as lively as the New Year's Eve, and because the grain prayer ceremony and the Shangsi Festival were close together, they could be lively together. All spring.

Xuanshen believed in Buddhism and opened up Buddhist gates all over the world. There are also countless Buddhist temples in the capital, especially Huguo Temple is the most famous.

When Xuan Lan heard Jiang Jintang mention the late emperor, his previous suspicions came back to his mind. Inexplicably, he didn't like Jiang Jintang's tone, as if the late emperor was not the monarch of the world to him, but just an ordinary existence that could be talked about at will.

"But others say that I am very similar to my father." Xuan Lan wanted to contradict him, saying, "Especially in appearance."

Jiang Jintang quietly looked at Xuan Lan's face for a while.

The royal family of the Xuan family are all born with a dragon and a phoenix, and Xuan Lan is the head of the place where his parents are good-looking. He and the late emperor do look alike, but his eyebrows and eyes are more like the empress dowager Renhui. If it is not so cold , In fact, it is easy to please girls.

"It's very similar." Jiang Jintang said slowly.

"Nine thousand years old was the father's right-hand man—" Xuan Lan held a silver cup in his hand and looked at Jiang Jintang: "Will you be confused when you look at me?"

Jiang Jintang was startled, then smiled lightly.

Xuan Lan's question is actually meaningless to answer, if he couldn't tell the difference, he would have raised his sword and slaughtered the brat long ago.

"Your Majesty and the late emperor still have many differences." Jiang Jintang said perfunctorily.

Xuan Lan thought that Jiang Jintang felt that he was inferior to the late emperor, and said coldly, "I will not be inferior to the late emperor."

Jiang Jintang didn't quite understand where Xuan Lan's strange desire to win and lose came from. Children are probably always like this, and they can't allow themselves to be inferior to others. He also has such a youthful spirit, so he said: "I believe in your majesty."

Xuan Lan didn't hear his sincerity, and felt a little annoyed.

It just so happened that a gust of cold wind blew Jiang Jintang's long hair, his eyelashes trembled, and he felt the smell of blood rising from his throat, so he covered his lips and coughed a few times, trying to relieve the fishy and sweet taste in his throat. Forcibly pressing back, but the more he suppressed, the stronger the smell of blood became. Jiang Jintang had a premonition that he might be going to fall ill, but the pain in his throat made him almost speechless.

Xuan Lan didn't care at all, but Jiang Jintang's cough became worse and worse, almost to the point of heart-piercing, the noise made people feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Jintang's coughing body was hunched, the tip of his tongue was full of bloody smell, his slender fingers were tightly grasping the futon, veins popped up on the back of his hands, his face was as pale as a dead person's.

Xuan Lan looked at his distressed appearance with cold eyes, and suddenly remembered that if Jiang Jintang died here, the mad dog kept by Jiang Jintang would be turned upside down, and it would be even more troublesome than this eunuch alive, so after weighing the pros and cons, he stretched out his hand Supporting Jiang Jintang, he pretended to be concerned and said, "What's wrong with Nine Thousand Years Old?"

Jiang Jintang's thin fingers grasped Xuan Lan's arm, and the cold jade-like hand showed a strange lust at this moment, forming a strong visual stimulus with the golden dragon pattern on Xuan Lan's sleeve.

Xuan Lan stared at it for a few breaths, and then heard Jiang Jintang's weak voice: "...the medicine is in...the purse."

Hearing the sound, Xuan Lan reluctantly looked back, glanced at Jiang Jintang's waist, and sure enough, he saw a light blue purse embroidered with crabapple branches. I know how Jiang Jintang would like this kind of thing.

Because Jiang Jintang leaned almost half of his body on Xuan Lan's body, Xuan Lan's left hand was held by Jiang Jintang again, so he stretched out his right hand, circled Jiang Jintang's slender waist, and grabbed the purse.

When he hugged Jiang Jintang last time, he felt that the eunuch was very thin. Now when he hugged his waist again, Xuan Lan felt that he had lost a little more weight, which meant that he was already too thin to hold.

Xuan Lan opened the purse with one hand, and saw a few black lacquered pills inside. He didn't know what kind of medicine it was, but it smelled a lot of bitterness.

Xuan Lan took out one and was about to stuff it in for Jiang Jintang, but Jiang Jintang shook violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The color of the blood was abnormal at first glance, it turned out to be a deep dark red that was close to black.

Xuan Lan frowned, and before he had time to question, Jiang Jintang had already fallen into his arms, like a butterfly with broken wings, fluttering lightly, but swaying a large circle of ripples on the tip of his heart.

Jiang Jintang's fair cheeks were stained with blood, and he looked especially charming, but now he was exhaling more air than inhaling, Xuan Lan was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery, pinched Jiang Jintang's cheek to force him to open his mouth, and stuffed the medicine into it.

Jiang Jintang was probably already unconscious, and he couldn't even swallow. Xuan Lan fidgeted and took the silver cup containing milk tea, poured him half a cup, and finally let him swallow the medicine.

It took a while for Jiang Jintang to catch his breath, his face was no longer as pale as paper, his eyelashes trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "...Thank you, Your Majesty."

Xuan Lan felt that this person leaning against her arms was like a beautiful snake, making his heart beat fast, so she pushed him away: "Since you are awake, sit down by yourself and don't touch me."

Jiang Jintang coughed twice, and slowly sat up straight. Xuan Lan glanced at him, and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with Nine Thousand Years?"

"The old illness is not worth mentioning.: Jiang Jintang took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, with a calm expression on his face: "Thank you for your concern. "

As soon as Xuan Lan heard this, he knew that the treacherous minister was not telling the truth, and scolded him a few words in his heart, but pushed the pastry on the table with his hand, and said: "There are still a few hours, Jiu Qiansui has something to eat, otherwise Died here for the country, I can't tell."

If the emperor took the lead in eating at the praying valley ceremony, if the officials knew about it, they would have to write a carload of papers to condemn the emperor to blame himself. Wang Laifu was also afraid that this matter would be revealed, so he only prepared some It’s good to bring good hidden pastries.

After thousands of choices, Wang Laifu asked the imperial dining room to prepare kidney bean rolls. The kidney beans were ground very finely, which was easy to digest and not too sweet. It was completely according to Xuan Lan's preference.

Jiang Jintang looked at the soft kidney bean rolls and was slightly taken aback.

When he first saw Xuan Shen go to the altar to pray for grain, and met the little prince by chance, he gave him his kidney bean rolls to eat.

Jiang Jintang still remembered that Xuan Lan was a small one at that time, wearing a white fox fur cloak over his brocade clothes, leaning against his arms and eating pastries like a harmless kitten.

The little prince was cute and had a sweet mouth. He wiped his mouth after eating, and called him brother in a childish voice.

Jiang Jintang couldn't help smiling, and when he saw Xuan Lan next to him with a suspicious face, the smile faded away.

The innocent and well-behaved little prince has grown into a young emperor who is unpredictable in mood and anger. He will no longer lean in his arms to eat cakes, and he will no longer call him brother sweetly.

Xuan Lan felt that Jiang Jintang was really surly and unpredictable, he was so gentle that he could smile at a plate of pastries, why did his smile disappear instantly when he saw him?

The author has something to say:

The Dog Emperor's Mood Diary (3):

In Jiang Jintang's eyes, I am not as good as the late emperor, but I am not as good as a plate of pastries.

Who dares to let me eat kidney bean rolls in the future, I will punish him!