Traitor, he is bent on death

The young man's lips were hot, sticking to his delicate carotid artery, not only the discomfort of being too close, but also the fear of being completely controlled by others.

Jiang Jintang raised his hand to push him away, but the young man directly fixed his hands on top of his head, his movements were extremely strong, but his voice was very low: "There are people outside."

Jiang Jintang paused while struggling.

Xuan Lan's eyes fell on Jiang Jintang's slender neck. The place where he dawdled in a hurry just now had a bright red color. It really makes people wonder if he is a piece of tender tofu, otherwise how could he touch and suffer? , it became like this.

There was boundless spring in his eyes, but his voice was calm: "Zhou Dan is really suspicious, Miss Hong, please call me twice."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang looked at Xuan Lan expressionlessly: "No."

Xuan Lan raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you yell very well last time, why didn't it happen... If I do it, you will say that I deliberately hit it hard."

Seeing that he still dared to mention it, Jiang Jintang smiled suddenly: "Why don't you call Brother Yin instead, it just looks like Brother Yin, you are intoxicated in the beauty land."

"I……"

Before Xuan Lan finished speaking, Jiang Jintang said, "If Brother Yin can't call out, I can help you."

Xuan Lan paused: "Help me?"

Jiang Jintang showed a harmless smile.

Xuan Lan clicked his tongue lightly and said, "No need."

He let go of Jiang Jintang's hand, put his hands on his side, looked at him condescendingly with his back behind his back, and raised his voice: "Your skin and flesh are as thick as fat, and people are reluctant to let go after touching them. How does a man's soul grow out of it, huh?"

Jiang Jintang: "..."

For a moment, Jiang Jintang didn't know whether Xuan Lan was asking Xiaohong or him.

Fortunately, Xuanlan didn't need Jiang Jintang to answer, he had a bit of sarcasm on his face, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Lift up your legs and show me."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang's face immediately turned red—red with anger.

When he left Zhaoyue Pavilion, he had to find out where Xuan Lan learned these nonsense words!

Xuan Lan looked at his annoyed look with great interest, and said in a protracted tone: "What did you seduce me for again? Didn't you feed you just now? It seems that you really are a little slut, and you can't leave a man for a moment. "

Seeing that Jiang Jintang had closed his eyes while talking, he found it even more interesting, and leaned over to lean on his ear and whispered, "My lord, are you angry?"

Jiang Jintang's ears trembled, he pursed his lips and said, "No."

Xuan Lan turned her eyes and saw that the figure outside was no longer there, obviously she had gone back to do business.

He should have turned over immediately and kept a distance from Jiang Jintang, but for some reason, seeing Jiang Jintang's eyelashes flying red and trembling, he wanted to tease him again, and said in a hoarse voice: "You used to have a few guests who came to the scene, Um?"

"..." Jiang Jintang took a deep breath: "Only you."

Xuan Lan said with a cold face: "Lie, the girl has such a beautiful lips and a pair of jade arms that thousands of people sleep on. How can I be the only guest in the curtain?"

Jiang Jintang suppressed his anger and said, "Believe it or not."

Xuan Lan pinched his chin and stared into his eyes: "Is it really just me?"

Jiang Jintang realized something at this moment, suddenly kicked Xuan Lan, and said coldly: "The man has already left—you teased me?!"

Xuan Lan was not angry after being kicked so hard, but instead smiled and said to Jiang Jintang: "I didn't tease you, I just left."

Jiang Jintang took off the red dress with a cold face, raised his hand to pull the hairpin on his hair again, Xuan Lan said: "I'll do it, you won't, it will hurt your hair."

Jiang Jintang didn't want to talk to him, but the bun Xuan Lan combed was really complicated, something Jiang Jintang could not figure out, so he had to sit in front of Xuan Lan with a cold face and let him remove his hair.

Zhu Cui was unloaded, the black hair was loose, and the light turned into an ambiguous red through the red gauze curtain. Xuan Lan's slender fingers shuttled between the long black hair, and the hand that can draw a big bow can also dexterously tie people's hair .

After a while, Xuan Lan finally finished her work and said, "Okay."

Jiang Jintang didn't even say thank you, he stood up and went to take a shower, Xuan Lan sat on the bed with his chin propped up and looked at his back, for some reason, he smiled abruptly.

Shu Jin is so much like a cat that Xuan Lan always thinks of another person, and can't help but want to provoke him.

After all, he and that person will probably never have such a moment in their entire lives.

Jiang Jintang washed the lead on his face, lifted the bed curtain and said, "Come down."

Xuan Lan didn't know why and got out of bed, Jiang Jintang put down the tent and said coldly, "You sleep on the floor tonight."

Then he lay on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and stopped talking to Xuan Lan.

Xuan Lan: "..."

Xuan Lan said: "Although Yangzhou has warmed up, it is still very cold at night. What should I do if I catch a cold on the floor?"

Jiang Jintang ignored him.

Xuan Lan looked at the figure in the tent for a while, and knew that the other party must be really angry, so she didn't say anything, and lay down on the carpet by herself.

In fact, it's not that cold. After all, every inch of land in Zhaoyue Pavilion is expensive, and there are burning earth dragons and lighting smoker cages.

He closed his eyes after lying down for a while, and had a somewhat absurd and weird dream.

Xuan Lan dreamed of Jiang Jintang.

It was Jiang Jintang who was about twelve or thirteen years old.

Although the young master in brocade clothes is thin and frail, he has a strong character. Standing there is already a sight, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Xuan Lan didn't know why he dreamed of such a young Jiang Jintang. He had clearly never seen Jiang Jintang when he was a teenager, but in this dream, the boy's appearance was very clear.

Compared with today's facial features, they still have a childish and blunt feeling unique to young people. They are delicate and delicate. They are not like a scroll of meticulous meticulous painting now, but they have another kind of temperament that attracts pity.

He stood alone under the old apricot tree, watching the rain of flowers blown down by the wind all over the sky. Xuan Lan stood not far away and watched, clearly seeing the sadness on the young boy's face.

He unconsciously took two steps forward, and when he got closer, he realized that what Xiao Jintang was looking at was not the flower rain, but the kite flying in the sky.

The courtyard wall framed the square sky, but failed to frame the swallow-shaped kite. Xiao Jintang looked at it seriously, his eyes full of yearning.

Xuan Lan heard herself asking, "Are you envious?"

Xiao Jintang glanced at him sideways, and smiled slightly: "Yes, I'm so envious."

He pursed the corner of his lips with a smile, as if he had a puddle of honey there, but it made people who saw it feel bitter.

The child's voice was very soft: "I really want to fly a kite too."

Xuan Lan lowered her eyes and said, "What's so difficult? I'll take you out."

As he said, he stepped forward and wanted to hug Xiao Jintang, but Xiao Jintang took a step back, smiled softly and shook his head: "No."

"If you get sick, everyone will be very sad."

"I don't want to upset anyone."

Xuan Lan was surprised by the gentleness of the young boy in front of him.

Was Jiang Jintang really such a gentleman when he was young?

Even if you are young, standing there, let people know what it means to be "a gentleman who is a bandit, who cuts like a knife, cuts like a grind."①"

Xuan Lan squatted down and looked at Xiao Jintang: "It would be great if you grow up to be half as cute as you were when you were young."

But Xiao Jintang said seriously: "Tang will stick to his heart throughout his life and will not change."

Xuan Lan laughed out loud.

Even if the notorious treacherous minister said such a thing in his childhood, it was enough to make people laugh out loud.

"Don't you believe me?" Xiao Jintang frowned when he saw him smile.

"It's not that I don't believe it." Xuan Lan raised her hand to touch his soft cheek, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were cold: "It's you who don't deserve my trust."

The color of the world changed in a daze, the old apricot tree turned into a dragon stone pillar in the empty hall, and the rain of flowers in the sky turned into blood everywhere. He turned around in panic, and saw Jiang Jintang standing in white clothes, looking out of place in the resplendent hall, his eyes Like ice and snow, her voice was frosty and cold: "Xuan Lan, before Mrs. Lin dies, please let me tell you something."

Xuan Lan turned into the nine-year-old self who had just ascended the throne. He was still a child. The dragon robe on his body and the crown on his head, which represented the supreme power in the world, had already overwhelmed him. But it was the mother who was lying in a pool of blood and had lost her breath.

His eyes reflected Jiang Jintang's appearance.

This man looks good even in white clothes, but the white clothes are stained with blood, and the blood is still dripping from the dagger. With a cold and mocking smile, she looked at the young emperor with downcast eyes, and said softly, "But... I don't want to tell you."

So nearly ten years have passed, and Xuan Lan still doesn't know what is the last sentence Lin Yuanlan left him.

Jiang Jintang was vicious enough to deprive him of the right to hear his biological mother's last words.

……

Xuan Lan woke up from a deep dream, with a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead, he raised his hand to wipe it off, the quilt slipped to his waist because of his movements.

The young man was full of resentment when he saw the bright red peony on his body wearing a brocade quilt, he paused.

There was only one candle flickering in the room, Xuan Lan stood up, and saw Jiang Jintang curled up on the bed with his back facing him, in an extremely insecure sleeping position.

Xuan Lan snorted.

He is in good health and can sleep on the floor for a night, and nothing will happen to the floor, but Shu Jin is so thin and weak, what is he trying to do.

The young man bent down and picked up the quilt, covering Jiang Jintang's body. Jiang Jintang turned over and unconsciously grabbed Xuan Lan's fingers that had not had time to retract.

The candle was about to be extinguished, and the room was even darker. Xuan Lan paused for a while, then retracted her fingers, turned around and got out of the bed curtain, and lay down on the carpet again.

……

When Jiang Jintang woke up, it was already daylight.

He rubbed his eyes, and heard Zhou Dan's laughing voice outside the tent: "The spring night is bitter and the day is high, Brother Yin is still awake?"

Jiang Jintang was almost speechless.

What kind of pervert is Zhou Dan? Why do you like to come here at such a time?

The clothes and hairpins were all outside, and Xuan Lan had gone somewhere, if Zhou Dan didn't pay attention at this time and came in directly, Jiang Jintang would definitely not be able to hide.

He pursed his lips, and when he was thinking about what to do, Zhou Dan had already walked over because he didn't hear a response.

The author has something to say:

The dog emperor depends on Mr. Zhou to find a wife. Tangtang can't dislike Mr. Zhou.

①: From "The Book of Songs Qi Ao"——

Zhan Biqiao, green bamboo 猗猗.

There are gangsters, like cuts are like consultations, like cuts like grinding.

②: From Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"——

The flowers on the temples of the cloud are shaking, and the hibiscus is warming the spring night.

The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.