Traitor, he is bent on death

Xuan Lan got angry and told Jiang Jintang to roll over, Wang Laifu didn't dare to tell Jiang Jintang like this, and respectfully said that His Majesty has something important to discuss with Jiu Qiansui, this matter is urgent, so please go to the carriage as soon as possible discussion.

After hearing Wang Laifu's words, Jiang Jintang thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything that could be called urgent, but seeing Wang Laifu's anxious face, he followed him to Xuanlan's car.

As soon as he went up, he met the little emperor's stinky face, as if Jiang Jintang owed him 800 million taels of silver and not only refused to pay it back, but also tried to borrow another 800 million taels from him.

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Xuan Lan pulled out a smile, and said sinisterly: "Nine thousand years old is here, sit down."

Jiang Jintang sat down opposite Xuan Lan, straightened his sleeves with downcast eyes, and said calmly, "I don't know what's important for Your Majesty?"

Xuan Lan's eyebrows and eyes were full of hostility: "I just suddenly felt that the last time I went out of the city to pick up the emperor's uncle, I was meddling in my own business."

Jiang Jintang was surprised - when did this bastard have such awareness?

In Xuan Lan's eyes, Jiang Jintang's reaction was tantamount to disbelief at the discovery of adultery, which made Xuan Lan even more depressed. He stared at Jiang Jintang and said, "I heard that nine thousand years old was demoted to the cold palace in the past. When serving, it was the emperor's uncle who ordered Jiu Qiansui to be picked up and sent to Fuyuan Hall to serve Zhenchun Concubine, with such kindness, why did Jiu Qiansui turn against the emperor's uncle?"

Concubine Zhenchun is Xuan Ke's deceased biological mother. Jiang Jintang did stay in her palace for several months before. This woman has exactly the same personality as Xuan Ke. Few, not to mention surviving in the bloody harem, and being given the posthumous title of "Zhenchun" after death, the scheming is evident.

"Your Majesty doesn't know." Jiang Jintang was a little puzzled: "The humble minister is a villain, so it's easy to do things like repaying kindness and revenge."

Jiang Jintang was actually reluctant to bring up the past with Xuan Lan.

Over the years, he has been drawing a boundary between Xuan Lan and the previous generation. Only in this way can he continue to sit in the position of nine thousand years old, instead of directly killing the king with a sword.

This attitude is undoubtedly adding fuel to the flames, Xuan Lan's eyes are bloodshot, and his tone is even more aggressive: "During the time when Jiu Qiansui was working in the Fuyuan Palace, the emperor's uncle would enter the palace to visit Princess Zhenchun soon. , but more filial piety than in the past."

Jiang Jintang finally heard the meaning of Xuanlan's words, and said in disgust, "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"Nine thousand years old is a sensible person, it's so boring to pretend to be stupid." Xuan Lan sneered: "The life in the deep palace was difficult, right?... I thought you were attached to your father, stepping on the position of the Jiang family, Now it seems that my uncle is the first stone you ascend to the sky, right?!"

When Xuan Lan was young, everyone was suppressed. The first thing Jiang Jintang did after taking power alone was to send Xuan Ke to Jingzhou. In recent years, he has tried countless ways to kill Xuan Ke, such as direct assassination, indirect Some of them were poisoned as follows, but none of them succeeded.

Not long ago, there was great hope for the interception and killing, but it was also disturbed by Xuan Lan. Jiang Jintang hadn't settled the account with this son of a bitch, but now Xuan Lan began to maliciously speculate about his relationship with Xuan Ke.

Jiang Jintang looked at Xuan Lan expressionlessly: "What do you want to say, Your Majesty?"

Xuan Lan was already very close to Jiang Jintang when she didn't realize it, the tip of their noses was almost touching, Xuan Lan could even count Jiang Jintang's thick eyelashes, but those eyes that should have been affectionate were cold at this moment, as if not long ago Unmelted snow on the glazed tile eaves of the former Qianyuan Hall.

"Aiqing has such a good-looking face..." Xuan Lan said coldly, "It's a good use of it."

Jiang Jintang suddenly chuckled, but Xuan Lan was so startled that Jiang Jintang pushed him in the heart without the slightest precaution, and his upper body hit the wall of the car. It wasn't painful, but for the emperor , is tantamount to extreme humiliation.

After the smile subsided, Jiang Jintang's face was like a cold jade sculpture. He looked at Xuan Lan with condescending, indifferent, and pitiful eyes, and said mercilessly from his plump lips: "I can tolerate you It's childish, but Xuan Lan, I'm just tolerating you, not because I'm afraid of you, don't think about flying before your wings grow hard, and be careful to fall to pieces."

Xuan Lan's face was frighteningly ugly, but Jiang Jintang didn't look sideways, and called Wang Laifu, "Stop."

The carriage stopped immediately, and Jiang Jintang opened the curtain to go down, but was dragged back by a strong and well-articulated hand.

Xuan Lan used a lot of strength, like a person stuck in the mud desperately wanting to drag others down together, so that Jiang Jintang staggered a step, and directly followed this force, smashing into Xuan Lan's arms.

The young man's bones were as hard as iron, and Jiang Jintang let out a soft snort when he hit him, and Xuan Lan didn't feel well either, his back and the back of his head hit the sandalwood car wall, and a muffled groan came out of his nostrils.

But even so, he immediately grabbed Jiang Jintang's waist, not allowing him to leave, and said in a harsh voice, "Did Nine Thousand Years just teach me a lesson?!"

Because of the tossing just now, Jiang Jintang's snow-white cheeks were flushed, he took a breath, and said: "The minister is just warning Your Majesty—let me go."

Xuan Lan didn't let go, and said coldly: "Nine thousand years old, you are not afraid that after my wings grow hard, you will be the first to be smashed to pieces?!"

Hearing this, Jiang Jintang raised his eyes to look at Xuan Lan, and then smiled.

This smile is astonishingly beautiful, as long as Xuan Lan lowers his eyes, he can see the beauty of the person in his arms like the flowers of spring dawn, just like the beautiful fox demon in the ghost novels, which makes Xuan Lan's fingers tremble Shaking, inevitably recalling the deep dream of last night and the absurdity of this morning.

The pair of beautiful lips that can still see the wound opened and closed, and the words that were spoken were aimed at piercing the lungs: "Your Majesty thinks too much of myself, too much of my humble minister—if there really is a day, who will win the battle, and who will win? We can see."

Xuan Lan tightened her arms around Jiang Jintang little by little, and her hard knuckles almost sank into the delicate flesh, making Jiang Jintang frowned, Xuan Lan said in a low voice: "If there is such a day - I will definitely be the last winner."

After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand in an instant, pushed Jiang Jintang away in disgust, and said coldly, "Nine thousand years old, please."

"We'll wait and see." Jiang Jintang snorted lightly, and got out of the carriage.

The curtain was closed again, Xuan Lan heard the voices of Jiang Jintang and Wang Laifu talking, but his mind was in chaos, he couldn't hear what they were saying, and his fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

He thought he must be crazy.

Just now, the two were clearly facing each other, but he wanted to kiss Jiang Jintang crazily—holding him tightly in his arms, pressing the back of his head, so that he couldn't resist, he could only bear it passively, and he couldn't say anything after the kiss The outrageous words come.

But he can't.

Jiang Jintang is too good at bewitching people and using his beauty to seek profit. Once he knows the invisible desire in his heart, he has already lost the chance to compete in this game between the monarch and his ministers, and he is completely defeated. Thoroughly.

This eunuch is a master at manipulating people's hearts. Only by restraining all desires can he have a chance of winning.

"Your Majesty..." Wang Laifu's high-pitched voice came in, and he asked, "Should we continue walking or..."

"Let's go." Xuan Lan pinched the center of her brows and said in a deep voice, "Pour me a cup of cold tea."

Cold tea?

Wang Laifu was taken aback, and he didn't dare to disobey and went to pour a cup of cold tea himself. Xuan Lan drank it clean in one gulp, and suddenly said: "Send an order to Taichang Temple, and let them handle the nine-thousand-year-old wedding properly." , as grand as you can, take your time, don't rush."

"Yes." Wang Laifu took the teacup: "This old slave will send someone to spread the word."

Xuan Lan hummed, lowered the curtain, and the convoy continued to go to the Jiegu Tower.

The Jiegu Tower has experienced hundreds of years of wind, frost, rain and snow, and it is inevitable that it will bear the traces of the years. The high-rise building looks very dilapidated due to disrepair for a long time. set foot.

Who would have thought that singing and dancing, silk and bamboo orchestras, and wind, flowers, snow and moon have also been here.

Jiang Jintang got out of the carriage, looked up and saw something seemed to be hanging on the highest part of the Jiegu Tower, but it was too high for people to see what it was.

The seal on the door of the building has been torn, Jiang Jintang walked slowly a few steps behind Xuan Lan, Huo Xun came up to see the ceremony, and said: "I found something strange on the roof, I don't know if Your Majesty and Jiu Qiansui Can you take a look around?"

"Commander Huo." Shanyue said: "My master is not in good health. The building is tall and cold. I'm afraid it's not easy to go up. If there's something strange, can't you tell me directly?"

Huo Xun frowned and sighed: "Forgive me for my incompetence, I really can't express it in words."

Shanyue still wanted to talk, but Jiang Jintang raised his hand to stop him, saying: "In that case, let's go up and have a look."

Xuan Lan glanced sideways at Jiang Jintang, and said with a half-smile, "Nine thousand years old wouldn't faint on the way, would he?"

Jiang Jintang ignored him, took a step forward, and entered the building directly in front of the emperor.

Huo Xun was taken aback for a moment, but Xuan Lan was not angry, and said, "Let's go."

Jie Drum Tower is indeed in disrepair for a long time, and the wooden stairs inside have been damaged in many places. Jiang Jintang is not in good health, and walking is particularly difficult. Shanyue opens the way ahead, and he has to look back at Jiang Jintang from time to time.

Jiang Jintang bypassed the first step of the decayed stairs, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stepped up to another step, but he didn't want to be unlucky. The people in front were fine, and when it was his turn, he heard a "click" , the board broke, and Jiang Jintang instantly lost his balance and fell downstairs. Shanyue was shocked and stretched out her hand to pull it, but it was too late——

Jiang Jintang sighed in his heart. He had lived for so many years, but he really didn't encounter many good things. If he fell, he would probably lie in bed for half a year.

He had already closed his eyes and prepared to face the pain, but someone hooked his waist the moment he fell, causing Jiang Jintang to hang in mid-air. He hugged.

Jiang Jintang opened his eyes and saw Xuan Lan's sneering face: "Why is Aiqing so careless?"

Jiang Jintang: "..."

With all his strength, Xuan Lan placed Jiang Jintang firmly on the stairs, finally no longer needing to hang in the air, Jiang Jintang heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and signaled Shanyue to move on, and made Xuan Lan laugh angrily: "Nine thousand years old didn't even say thank you? "

Jiang Jintang pretended not to hear, and walked his own way seriously with downcast eyes.

Xuan Lan rarely saw Jiang Jintang really angry with him. Most of the time he was just bored and didn't want to talk to him, or felt that there was no need to deal with it. But this time, Jiang Jintang was really angry.

Because of what he said in the carriage.

——For Xuan Ke.

Wang Laifu saw the unpredictable expression on the young emperor's face, he didn't dare to urge him, he was afraid of getting angry, but fortunately Xuan Lan quickly restrained his true emotions and continued to move forward.

Jiang Jintang was almost exhausted when he climbed to the top floor, Shanyue supported him, and his voice was a bit surprised: "Master...you see."

Jiang Jintang raised his head and saw many corpses hanging from the viewing corridor on the top floor. These corpses were old and young, men and women. They were all wearing prison clothes, and their faces were pale. They were originally tall buildings. Swaying, the scene was inexplicably horrifying.

The most horrifying thing is not the hanging corpses, but the half-dried blood under the corpses, almost soaking the floor... If these people were hanged, how could they bleed so much?

Jiang Jintang frowned: "Shanyue."

Shanyue took the order, went forward to check one of the corpses, looked at several of them after a slight change of complexion, and said in surprise: "Master, the heads of these people... are all sewn on."

"……How to say?"

Shanyue said: "These people should have been beheaded here, that's why there are these bloodstains, and then for some unknown reason, someone changed them into clean clothes, carefully sewed their heads back up, and hung them in the on the promenade..."

No wonder Huo Xun said that he couldn't describe it in words, this scene was really weird.

Jiang Jintang's face turned pale: "Shanyue, how many corpses are there?"

Shanyue counted and said: "Master, there are nine bodies in total...five men and four women, and two of them are children, but they look like six or seven years old..."

Jiang Jintang shook his hand and almost missed the railing.

Xuan Lan came up behind him, first glanced at the corpse, and then said calmly: "It's not like Jiu Qiansui has never seen a dead person, why are you so frightened?"

Jiang Jintang pursed the corners of his lips, and the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

Nine corpses...

Father, mother, elder brother, second brother, third sister, second uncle, second aunt, second uncle's twins... no more, no less, exactly nine.

Jiang Jintang closed his eyes, "The young female corpse...should not have been beheaded."

Shanyue checked it out, and said, "Yes... only this corpse was not beheaded, so strange."

Strange?

……Not surprisingly.

Back then, Jiang Yuyin was a married woman from the nine clans of the Jiang family, so she was exempted from death. The others were beheaded by Jiang Jintang himself on the execution ground, but Jiang Yuyin was a three-foot white silk, who was hanged in Prince An's Mansion.

Huo Xun said in a low voice: "These corpses suddenly appeared overnight. The imperial guards guarding here were shot and killed last night. The shift changer came to find the corpses this morning. After checking, I found this."

He took out a piece of soft ropa from his sleeve, the color is plain, it looks like something from his daughter's home, and it also has a faint fragrance.

Wang Laifu unfolded the ropa, and everyone present immediately saw a big bloody character on it:

--injustice.

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