Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang was startled, and then realized that Xuan Lan was teasing him, and smiled angrily: "If you marry me, I'm afraid your family is not rich enough."

Xuan Lan said with great interest: "Then tell me, if you want to marry you, how many gold and silver mountains do you have in your family?"

"I don't need mountains of gold, nor mountains of silver." Jiang Jintang narrowed his eyes slightly, but his ordinary face was a little more charming because of his subtle expression. He touched Xuanlan's chest with his long and slender fingers, and said: " Just a heart."

"And you can't afford it."

Xuan Lan felt as if his heart had been poked by Jiang Jintang, the originally tough flesh became soft under Jiang Jintang's fingertips, as if a puddle of water, the tingling and tingling feeling, spread over the whole body, like an electric shock.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Jintang raised his eyebrows, feeling as if he was about to win back a victory, and was about to withdraw his hand, but Xuan Lan grabbed his thin wrist, staring at him with eagle-like eyes: "You How do you know I can't afford it?"

Xuan Lan used too much strength, and Jiang Jintang felt the pain of being imprisoned.

He looked away, and said coldly: "I'm just joking. The pursuers may have already arrived, you are sure to continue pestering like this."

Xuan Lan suddenly smiled: "How can this be called entanglement, I'm just joking with you."

He lowered his thick eyelashes, and held Jiang Jintang's ankle with his fingers: "It may hurt a little, bear with it."

Jiang Jintang didn't speak.

Xuan Lan took off Jiang Jintang's shoes and socks slowly, and saw that the originally thin and white ankle had been swollen a lot, and it was bruised and deep red, which looked very scary.

Jiang Jintang's skin is already fair, and his feet have not seen the sun all year round, so they are white and translucent. Now exposed to the sun, the blue veins on the insteps are clearly visible, the toes are round, and the nails are pale pink, like a jade carving, beautiful No way.

Xuan Lan felt that he was probably sick, and he was still very sick.

He actually thought that a man's feet were so beautiful that he couldn't help but want to reach out and play with them.

Luckily, his senses came back in time, Xuan Lan restrained his gaze back to Jiang Jintang's ankle, and said, "It should be misplaced, I'll just go right back for you."

After a pause, he added, "It may hurt a little, bear with it."

Jiang Jintang asked seriously, "How painful is it?"

Xuan Lan covered his feet with the palm of his hand, and Jiang Jintang shrank unconsciously from the heat of his palm. Xuan Lan refused to let him escape, and said, "How painful is it? Probably..."

As soon as he exerted force on his hands, Jiang Jintang let out a muffled snort, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell instantly. Xuan Lan said innocently, "It probably hurts that much."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang couldn't say anything in pain.

Xuan Lan smiled and said, "You won't be angry with me again? If I tell you, you will be even more afraid."

He put the shoes and socks back on for Jiang Jintang, stood up and said, "To make up for you, I will carry you on my back."

Jiang Jintang wanted to say no, but Xuan Lan seemed to have read his mind, and said, "If you don't let me carry you, then I'll hug you?"

"..." Jiang Jintang took a deep breath and lay on Xuan Lan's back.

In the past, I just thought that Xuan Lan was thick-skinned, but now it seems that this thing is simply shameless.

What the hell did he have?

There was a small stream by the edge of the forest, Xuan Lan put the man down and went to wash himself, Jiang Jintang leaned under the tree, looked at the silhouette of the young man in the early morning light, and smiled unconsciously.

After Xuan Lan finished washing his face, he tidied himself up a bit, and went upstream to fetch some water for Jiang Jintang with leaves. Jiang Jintang was a little surprised at his carelessness.

Xuan Lan touched the corner of his lips with her fingers, and said, "It's all dry."

Jiang Jintang frowned, Xuan Lan thought he was going to accuse him of touching his hands, but the man said, "You just touched my feet and then touched my mouth?!"

Xuan Lan laughed out loud: "I didn't even despise you, but do you despise yourself?"

Jiang Jintang raised the back of his hand to wipe the corners of his lips, and then drank the water gracefully. Xuan Lan glanced at him, and suddenly went to the stream again. When he came back, he had a wrung handkerchief in his hand. Son, he said to Jiang Jintang: "I'll wipe your face."

"Thank you. I'll do it myself."

Speaking of which, Jiang Jintang reached out for the handkerchief in his hand, but Xuan Lan didn't give it to him, and said, "Can you see it yourself?"

He didn't give Jiang Jintang a chance to speak, he pinched his chin, and said in a commanding tone, "Close your eyes."

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

With the wet handkerchief sticking to his cheek, Xuan Lan wiped off the dirt on that face little by little. He was not so meticulous when he wiped the jade seal last time.

After wiping, he pinched the man's jaw and looked around carefully, making sure his face was clean before letting go, and said before Jiang Jintang could speak, "Hands are dirty too."

"Myself……"

Xuan Lan pinched his slender fingers and said: "I said, you, no one has served you before? There are people who serve you, you just take it easy, and I won't ask you for money."

Nine thousand years old has a high position and authority, and there are groups of servants coming in and out, so how could there be no one to serve him.

but……

Xuan Lan is the emperor.

This is different.

If xx years ago, when Jiang Jintang was still determined to win or lose, seeing Xuan Lan so pleasing to the eye, maybe he would have felt happy, and would have even gone to Xuan Shen Mausoleum to provoke him, but now, he just finds it ridiculous.

For so many years, he has worked hard, almost painstakingly, to let Xuan Lan sit firmly on the dragon chair, and the young man will be reckless, even if he is superior and annoying, he shouldn't be like this...

Jiang Jintang looked at his hands.

It has been wiped clean by Xuan Lan.

He curled up his fingers and held Xuan Lan's hand: "Enough."

"What?" Xuan Lan looked up.

Jiang Jintang pursed his lips and said, "I can do it myself."

He took the handkerchief from Xuan Lan, wiped his other hand clean, and said, "Let's go."

Xuan Lan didn't know why this person's temper was like a little girl's, he was very moody. Seeing Jiang Jintang limping, he chased after him and said, "So strong?"

Jiang Jintang didn't speak, and walked forward in silence, Xuan Lan followed him not too far away, wanting to see when he would not be able to persist, but to Xuan Lan's surprise, Jiang Jintang didn't speak until he walked outside the forest.

It's obvious that it's not good to be delicate, and it's also obvious that it's very afraid of pain.

Xuan Lan suddenly became angry for no reason, and grabbed Jiang Jintang's arm suddenly: "Who are you competing with?"

"I didn't compete with anyone." Jiang Jintang said: "There seems to be people living in the distance, go and have a look."

"The ability to change the subject is not good." Xuan Lan glanced at his swollen ankle, and his anger subsided a little, and his voice softened a little: "Although the bone is going back, it is very swollen. If you leave Go down, do you still want your feet?"

The young emperor had never spoken in such a gentle and persuasive tone in his life, if Wang Laifu heard it, he would break out in a cold sweat, wondering whether Xuan Lan was taken away by some lonely ghost.

Jiang Jintang gave Xuan Lan a strange look.

Is this... coaxing him?

Regardless of coaxing or not, he was not angry at first.

Xuan Lan sighed, and said: "Although I don't know where I offended you, but no matter where I offended you, can I apologize to you? Just treat it as me begging you, can I carry you away?"

Xuan Lan has a bad temper and eccentric temperament, but if his mouth becomes sweet, it will be overwhelming, at least Jiang Jintang has nothing to do.

He lay on Xuan Lan's back for a long time, but he didn't remember how he let go.

Hai Dongqing has been hovering in the air, Xuan Lan looked up, his face became serious.

Nie Xia has not found him so far, which already shows that the matter is very difficult.

Jiang Jintang was right, there were indeed people living in the distance, and they should be hunters in the mountains.

Thanks to Xuan Lan's good physical strength, he didn't feel anything wrong after walking such a long distance with Jiang Jintang on his back. Xuan Lan knocked on the door of the cabin, and a man with a big arm and a round waist came out from the mountain. The woman prepares to eat.

There is nothing good in the mountains, they are all simple tea and light rice. The little emperor has never eaten this. Seeing that the plate of pickled vegetables could not be put down for a while, he glanced sideways, but saw that Jiang Jintang had already started eating the steamed buns, with a calm expression on his face.

He paused, "Have you...been eating before?"

It was only then that Jiang Jintang remembered that the little emperor probably had never seen such a simple food in his life.

But when he first entered the palace, it was not easy to eat steamed buns.

Before entering the palace, Jiang Jintang never knew that an overly beautiful appearance was a sin in itself.

He lowered his eyes and smiled, stuffed a steamed bun into Xuan Lan's hand, and said warmly: "If you don't eat steamed buns, you can only go outside to eat bark."

Xuan Lan divided the steamed buns into two halves, glanced at the woman beside her who had been cautious, Jiang Jintang said softly, "These are the best they can give."

He didn't go to see the woman, took a bite of the steamed bun, and said, "They can't eat this kind of steamed bun a few times a year."

Xuan Lan was taken aback.

"I've never seen suffering in the world. It's normal for you not to know." Jiang Jintang gave half a steamed bun to the child who had been staring at this side: "Here, take it and eat it."

The child didn't pick it up, but turned to look at his mother. The woman laughed and said, "Eat...you eat, what are you doing for him?"

Jiang Jintang smiled and patted the child's head, and said, "Sister-in-law, we have enough to eat."

He gave the steamed buns to the child and said, "Go."

The child was so happy that he got half a steamed bun, he jumped and ran out the door.

"Look." Jiang Jintang turned his eyes and said to Xuan Lan, "Happiness is as simple as that."

Xuan Lan provoked a smile and leaned closer: "You are here to educate me, what about yourself?"

He put the steamed buns he broke before Jiang Jintang in front of him: "I'll give you half of my steamed buns too, now, are you happy?"

The white and fat steamed buns were placed by Jiang Jintang's hand. After a long time, he said, "You touched it with your hand, I won't eat it."

Xuan Lan's face darkened suddenly: "You don't dislike anyone, but me?"

Jiang Jintang said softly: "It's good that you know it in your heart, why bother to say it, I'm embarrassed, you are sad, how bad it is."

Xuan Lan: "..."

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The dog emperor has never been in love, so he doesn't know what it means to be heartbroken.