Traitor, he is bent on death

It took Jiang Jintang a while to catch his breath, and it was clear that he was the one who walked through the ghost gate, but Xuan Lan's face was even worse, making Jiang Jintang very suspicious that if he ran away now, Xuan Lan would strangle him to death regardless.

With a soft sigh in his heart, Jiang Jintang straightened his back and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy."

Xuan Lan just glanced at him, and his tone softened a bit: "Ai Qing, you don't need to be too polite."

The rain had been falling for a long time, and it finally stopped at dusk, and the sky darkened. Xuan Lan yawned lazily, and said, "It's more interesting than critique."

Jiang Jintang deeply believed that, although sometimes those bastards would fool him for a fool, but it was indeed more interesting than waiting here.

Xuan Lan suddenly thought of something, and looked at Jiang Jintang: "Jiangnan's complaints have already been piled up in a case in the imperial study, Yin Yao set off for the capital in person, and I heard that he brought Wanmin's book, and filed complaints for tens of thousands of people in Jiangnan. Sue Jiuqian Sui for wantonly accumulating wealth but disregarding the suffering of the people, if Yin Yao really wants to sue, I will be very embarrassed."

Jiang Jintang's knees were numb, but because of Xuan Lan's cloak, he didn't blow any wind, and he was in good spirits, so he asked calmly, "What is there for you, Your Majesty?"

"Both of you are the pillars of the country, no matter who you deal with, it will make my heart ache." Xuan Lan said slowly: "Isn't it a dilemma."

Jiang Jintang raised his thin eyelids and looked at Xuan Lan.

He knew that Xuan Lan was trying to test his attitude towards this matter, so he smiled a little: "Your Majesty just deal with it fairly."

Xuan Lan's eyes darkened: "It seems that Jiu Qiansui is still unwilling to let go."

"I won't allocate money from Jiangnan." Jiang Jintang said warmly, "Don't say that Yin Yao brought Wanmin's letter to Beijing to sue the imperial court, even if he brought the heads of his whole family to see him, don't even think about taking one. Copper coins."

Contrary to Jiang Jintang's expectations, Xuan Lan was not angry, but smiled and said, "Nine thousand years old is really cruel, how can Jiangnan be Aiqing's hometown."

Just as Jiang Jintang was about to speak, he heard an ancient bell ringing. The lingering sound trembled. Xuan Lan stood up and said with a smile, "The ceremony of praying for grain is over, nine thousand years old."

Jiang Jintang lowered his slender eyelashes, slowly rubbed his unconscious knee with his fingers, and stood up with force, but staggered and couldn't stand still.

Xuan Lan reached out to support him, and said softly, "Nine thousand years old, be careful."

Jiang Jintang looked up at him.

Seen from this angle, Xuan Lan's jaw line is very sharp, with a very hard and sharp aesthetic feeling, like an extremely beautiful knife, the cold light when it is unsheathed makes everyone dare not look directly at it.

With a little smile on the corner of Xuan Lan's lips, he withdrew his hand and said, "If there is a god in this world, I will definitely thank Nine Thousand Years old and sincerely pray for blessings, so that Daye will have a smooth weather this year, Haiyan and rivers will be clean, government will be smooth and people will be harmonious. Nine Thousand Years old is tired today, go back Rest well afterwards."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked down without continuing to mention Jiangnan's affairs.

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled, and he saluted with lowered eyes: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding."

Xuan Lan blew the wind all afternoon and nothing happened, he was still alive and kicking, but Jiang Jintang couldn't.

He almost sighed when he went down the steps, and even felt that his bones were about to fall apart, so he finally got down from the altar, and met Xuan Lan's mocking eyes.

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang covered her lips and coughed twice, Shanyue hurried over and handed him the warm novice stove, her brows and eyes were full of deep worry: "Master, why did you take so long to come down!"

"I'm fine." Jiang Jintang exhaled and said, "Go back."

Shanyue responded, and was suddenly taken aback: "...Master, the clothes on your body..."

It was only then that Jiang Jintang remembered that he was still wearing Xuan Lan's cloak embroidered with dragon patterns.

"..."

He said why those ministers had such weird eyes when he came down.

"It seems that there will be rumors in the capital tonight, saying that I not only violated the etiquette and went to the altar to pray for grain, but also that I snatched Xuan Lan's cloak." Different people's mouths will eventually turn into my humiliating Xuan Lan by tearing off his clothes on the altar, and the little emperor dare not say anything, dare not do anything, and can only succumb to my lust..."

The corners of Shanyue's mouth twitched, feeling that what Jiang Jintang said was very reasonable.

Tomorrow, there will probably be voices of rebellion all over the city again.

Jiang Jintang said: "Give him back the cloak."

Shanyue nodded and went to untie the rope. After a few breaths, he looked at Jiang Jintang in embarrassment: "Master, this is a tight knot. It's too tight to untie."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Xuan Lan really wanted to strangle me.

She Yi walked over, drew out the dagger at her waist and made a sharp cut, the brocade rope broke, Shan Yue caught the cloak, folded it, and sent it to Xuan Lan.

Wang Laifu took it with a smile on his face, and said: "Your Majesty said just now that Nine Thousand Years old is in poor health, so I will give this cloak to Lord Thousand Years old."

Shanyue smiled and said: "I thanked Long En on behalf of Lord Qiantui, but I am ashamed to accept it, so please take it back."

He bowed his hands to Wang Laifu, turned and left.

Wang Laifu was holding the cloak, and he didn't know what to do. Xuan Lan saw Jiang Jintang get into the carriage with She Yi's support through the curtain of the carriage, and said coldly, "Take it and burn it."

Wang Laifu didn't dare to raise any objections, and agreed, feeling a little pity, the dragon pattern on this cloak was embroidered by dozens of embroiderers in two months' rush.

He was about to leave when Xuan Lan suddenly said, "Forget it, it's a little cold, you bring it to me."

Before Wang Laifu could open his mouth, the little eunuch beside him said in fear: "Your Majesty, do you want the servant to put more smokers? The servant just saw that the car was already warm and didn't..."

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Lan interrupted impatiently: "What's the matter with you? Get out."

Wang Laifu quickly waved his hand to let the little eunuch back down, and took the cloak in by himself.

Yu Jia started to go back to the palace, it seemed that he was really afraid that Xuan Lan would be cold, so he added two more smokers in the carriage, Xuan Lan wanted to scold his mother when it was hot, but he just said it was cold, and he couldn't beat himself up, so he had to endure it. Then, like a firecracker loaded with explosives, it explodes at one touch.

The heat steamed up, making all the smells more intense, Xuan Lan smelled the faint fragrance of flowers, and paused.

What are often smoked in the palace are some ambergris, auspicious brain, and tranquilizing incense. Where does the fragrance of this flower come from?

When he thought of something, he stretched out his hand to pick up the cloak and brought it to the tip of his nose to smell it. The scent of Tang flowers that penetrated to the tip of his heart really came from here.

Xuan Lan frowned, and threw the cloak aside, but the scent slowly enveloped the entire carriage, just like Jiang Jintang's ghost.

Xuan Lan clicked his tongue, a little annoyed: "The eunuchs are really like girls, smelling such a strong fragrance of flowers."

Wang Laifu, who was sitting next to the car, heard the young emperor's words, his heart skipped a beat, and he decided to admonish his disciples not to burn incense, especially flowers, when they serve in front of Shengjia.

Judging by His Majesty's level of disgust, if the other party is not nine thousand years old, he probably ordered to be beheaded long ago.

Wang Laifu patted his heart with lingering fear, thinking that fortunately he doesn't like to smoke incense.

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Wang Laifu's broken thoughts:

You cannot smoke flowers in the palace unless you are nine thousand years old.