Traitor, he is bent on death

"Master?" Shanyue called out, bringing Jiang Jintang back to his senses. Only then did he realize that he was holding the teacup tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand were bruised.

"Let him in." Jiang Jintang said.

Jian Yuanjia clapped his hands, and immediately two maidservants brought a boy in from the door.

The young man was dressed in brocade clothes, and he looked handsome. He was at least five or six points similar to Jiang Jintang, but the expression on his face was particularly impatient: "I told you that I am not the person you are looking for. Why do you insist on bringing me here? Capital, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Jintang, and immediately froze. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

Qin Sang had never studied, and his uncle and aunt were reluctant to send him to study, so he couldn't say anything polite, but at this moment, he remembered that he was standing outside the window of the private school, and he heard a line of poetry read by his husband——

Taste the beauty of the age, and regain the beauty of the city. ①

"Little devil." Jian Yuanjia patted the table and said, "Come here."

Qin Sang came back to his senses, folded his arms and said, "If you let me go, I will go there? I don't, I just said that you don't look like a good person, so you are a human trafficker! Tell me, do you want me to Sell ​​it to this family?!"

Jian Yuanjia smacked his lips, wanting to slap someone, but looking at Qin Sang's pretty face and thinking of Jiang Jintang, he couldn't do anything, so he had to hold back and said maliciously: "Yes, I just want to sell you to this A gentleman, as a long-term worker of his family, beats his back and pinches his feet every day, he has a bad temper, and will beat you and scold you every now and then, are you afraid?"

Jiang Jintang said helplessly, "A good time."

Qin Sang looked at Jian Yuanjia, then at Jiang Jintang, and said, "I thought you looked like a good person just now, but you're with him!"

Jiang Jintang sighed lightly and said, "Is your name Qin Sang?"

Qin Sang said vigilantly, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Do you remember your mother?"

Qin Sang paused, and said, "My mother passed away a long time ago."

"I know your mother." Jiang Jintang said softly, "Her name is Wei Yanhui."

Qin Sang snorted coldly: "She didn't call Wei Yan back, her name is Wei Fanghong."

It was only then that Jiang Jintang remembered that when Yan Hui was first bought, it seemed that her name was indeed Fang Hong. Later, Jiang Yuyin changed her name to Yan Hui.

"She called Wei Yan back later." Jiang Jintang said, "Your mother and I are old friends."

Qin Sang looked at Jiang Jintang hesitantly for a while, then suddenly said: "You can't be my wild father, right?!"

Shanyue: "..."

Jian Yuanjia who was drinking water: "...Pfft."

Jian Yuanjia was overjoyed while wiping his face: "Yes, yes, he is your wild father. Do you think he looks very similar to you? He is definitely your real father!"

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Qin Sang looked disgusted: "Even if you are my father, I will not recognize you."

Wei Yanhui passed away when he was five years old, and there were a lot of gossip about Wei Yanhui in the village, saying that she was used as a private room for the rich, and was discovered by the main house, so she ran away in embarrassment. Back in his hometown, Qin Sang had been living in gossip and gossip since Qin Sang could remember, and he asked Wei Yanhui who his father was more than once, but Wei Yanhui never answered.

Later, when Wei Yanhui died, his life became even more difficult. His uncle and his family had a bad temper and beat and scolded him. When he was younger, he had imagined that his father would come to pick him up, but When he was getting older and more sensible, he began to loathe his father extremely.

If it wasn't for this man's irresponsibility, Wei Yanhui wouldn't have died so badly that he couldn't rest in peace until he died.

Jiang Jintang stood up and walked in front of Qin Sang. Qin Sang thought that he was getting angry and wanted to do something to him, so he became vigilant.

But Jiang Jintang just raised his hand and touched his head, his movements were very light and his voice was gentle: "Qin Sang, I am not your father, but your mother is my old friend. nurture you."

Qin Sang froze.

No one has ever been so gentle to him except his mother.

Those people would only call him a bastard, a disaster born of a bitch and a wild man.

Qin Sang raised his head, looked at Jiang Jintang, and said, "Are you really my father?"

Jiang Jintang shook his head.

Qin Sang groaned, and said again: "Then do you know who my father is? If you find him..."

Jiang Jintang looked down at the young boy, "If you find him, what will you do?"

Qin Sang snorted coldly: "If I find him, I will make him kowtow in front of my mother's grave and confess his guilt, and then let him pay for my mother's life!"

It was really creepy for a ten-year-old boy to say such words, but Jiang Jintang laughed.

He squatted in front of Qin Sang, and said softly: "If your mother finds out, she should be very happy."

Jiang Jintang patted Qin Sang on the shoulder and said, "The journey is tiring, go and rest for a while, and I will arrange for my husband to teach you poetry, calligraphy and martial arts later."

Qin Sang wanted to say something, but Jian Yuanjia smiled and supported him by the shoulders, and forcibly took him outside, saying: "Let's go, let's go, I'll take you for a stroll."

Qin Sang couldn't break free, so he gave Jian Yuanjia a hard look, but Jian Yuanjia hummed a little tune and didn't care at all.

Qin Sang looked back again, and saw Jiang Jintang closed his eyes, his face seemed lonely and sad, before he could look carefully, Jian Yuanjia picked him up and walked away.

Jiang Jintang flicked the ring on his index finger, and the blood-like color was eye-catching.

He exhaled lightly.

Regardless of whether Jiang Yuyin loves Xuan Ke or hates Xuan Ke, with so many lives piled up together, it seems that there is only one way left between them.

Xuan Shen is guilty, Xuan Ke is guilty, but the biggest sinner——

It was him, Jiang Jintang.

……

"What did you say?!" Xuan Lan raised her head abruptly, and the teacup in her hand fell to the ground.

Wang Laifu coughed, and quickly asked the little eunuch to come forward to clean up, saying: "Your Majesty, don't get excited... this old servant just listened to this matter, and I don't know if it's true or not, but the child brought back by Jiu Qiansui is indeed with you He looks like him, otherwise there would be no rumors that he is a nine-thousand-year-old son..."

Xuan Lan's face was extremely ugly: "He is an eunuch, how could he have a son?!"

Wang Laifu considered it for a while, then hesitated: "I have heard about it, some castrated ones are not as clean as the castrated ones, it is indeed possible..."

Seeing that Xuan Lan's face was so gloomy that water could drip, Wang Laifu shut up quickly, for fear that the young emperor would get angry at him.

"Jiang Jintang..." Xuan Lan gritted his teeth and said, "First he married a wife, and then found a son...very...very good!"

Wang Laifu kept his eyes on his nose and his heart, and dared not answer.

"I'm going out of the palace." Xuan Lan said coldly, "Show me the Qiantui Mansion!"

"I want to see if Jiang Jintang really gave birth to a son!"

The author has something to say:

Congratulations to Emperor Dog for becoming a father at such a young age.

①: From Wu Pingyi's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs Concubine's Poor Life"

——Elegant and elegant, light and unrestrained.

Taste the beauty of the age, and regain the beauty of the city.