Traitor, he is bent on death

"I didn't..." Jiang Jintang suddenly paused when he was about to say something naturally, and after two breaths, he continued: "I haven't longed for anyone."

"What about your wife and concubine?" Xuan Lan narrowed his eyes: "Didn't you say you have a good relationship?"

Jiang Jintang smiled: "Sometimes people can't tell the difference between feelings and desires, maybe after a while, you will understand..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Xuan Lan suddenly stood up and approached him, interrupting him.

Xuan Lan's eyes seemed to be filled with silent and vast stars. He looked at Jiang Jintang intently, as if he wanted to forcefully send a handful of starlight into Jiang Jintang's eyes, and said hoarsely, "You're not right."

Jiang Jintang stepped back a little and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xuan Lan said: "Love and desire are inherently entangled."

Jiang Jintang was startled.

It stands to reason that he is nearly nine years older than Xuan Lan, and he is very qualified to refute Xuan Lan from the standpoint of an elder, but he is also nine years older. His emotional experience is the same as Xuan Lan's, almost zero.

He felt that Xuan Lan was too close, and he could clearly feel the distance between each other's breathing, which made him uncomfortable, so he leaned back a little, but Xuan Lan didn't let him escape, leaned forward and approached again, staring at Jiang Jintang: "What do you think?"

Jiang Jintang's lips moved, "What do you want to hear from me?"

"Only children are persistent in wanting to be recognized by others." Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelashes, stretched out his frosty hand, and gently pressed Xuanlan's heart: "Your heart is beating so fast, why? "

Xuan Lan grabbed his hand and smiled: "My heart beats so fast, you don't know why?"

Jiang Jintang raised his slender eyelids, his outline was a little hazy in the cold moonlight, the light obscured his appearance, his superior bones were in contrast and extremely beautiful, in the fine silver light all over the floor, the corners of Jiang Jintang's lips curled into a smile It's some kind of flower that sees blood and seals the throat: "Should I know?"

Xuan Lan was silent for a long time, just when Jiang Jintang thought he would not speak again, he suddenly lowered his eyes and kissed the back of Jiang Jintang's white hand, like a dragonfly touching water, Jiang Jintang only felt a little warmth, which was fleeting.

In this posture, the boy raised his eyes and looked at him: "Now,"

"You know what?"

"..." Jiang Jintang drew back suddenly as if his hand was burned, and turned his head to the side, "I see you didn't drink tonight, why, did you recognize me as the girl you yearn for?"

Xuan Lan raised her eyebrows: "Whoever said that there can only be one person I like, I have someone I like in Beijing, and when I saw you, I liked you again, can't I?"

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang's ears were red like white jade, he looked at Xuan Lan in disbelief, stood up abruptly and said, "I'm going back."

He walked a few steps, and heard Xuan Lan's lazy voice behind: "How do you go back by yourself?"

Jiang Jintang indifferently opened a small door on the side of the roof and said, "Normal people usually don't jump up directly."

After finishing speaking, there was a "snap" and the door slammed shut.

Xuan Lan laughed out loud.

At this time, everything in Huazhou was quiet and silent. He laughed for a while in the bright moon and breeze, and suddenly raised his hand to cover his face, and the base of his ears under his fingers also slowly turned red.

……

Jiang Jintang returned to the room and walked around the room twice, unable to sit down.

Xuan Lan was terrified.

It's amazing.

It's the other way around!

In the first 18 years, he was quiet, not close to women, and did not have any worldly desires. As a result, he and Xuan Ke fell in love with the same girl, and then very confidently said that he fell in love with two people, one of whom was a big man.

This big man is still a layer of fake skin worn by Jiang Jintang.

If Xuan Lan knew who Shu Jin was before, he would only want to execute Jiang Jintang Ling Chi, but now he would definitely chop Jiang Jintang up with his own hands, put some salt, onion, garlic and chili into meat buns and feed them to the dogs.

Jiang Jintang put his hands on the side of the vanity mirror and looked at his face in the dim copper mirror. Even if the candlelight was faint and the copper mirror was blurred, he could still see that it was an ordinary picture that couldn't be more ordinary, and an ordinary one couldn't be more ordinary s face.

... Is Xuan Lan blind, or is his mind broken?

Why do you like him like this?

Jiang Jintang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and took Mingdi out.

I didn't let it go before, because I wanted to walk with Xuan Lan for a while, but now, it is absolutely impossible to stay together anymore.

After the separation, Xuan Lan's mind should be able to clear up.

If he is still not awake, let Shanyue hit the back of his head twice.

As soon as Jiang Jintang came to the window, he heard a faint voice: "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang looked at Xuan Lan who was hanging upside down by the window, and couldn't bear it anymore and fell on the window sash.

These martial arts practitioners all like to hang windows.

Xuan Lan pushed open the window by herself, and came in as lightly as a swallow, Jiang Jintang said: "You don't go back to your room to sleep, what are you doing here?"

Xuan Lan sat down on the arhat chair and said, "I want to see you again."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang took a deep breath, feeling that he hadn't realized so clearly that he was still alive for many years.

If he died, he would definitely not be so angry by Xuan Lan that he wanted to beat someone up.

From a certain point of view, Xuan Lan was also very capable of making Jiang Jintang angry easily.

Jiang Jintang put down the bed curtain, and even blew out the candles. The room was filled with only the pale spring moonlight. Jiang Jintang said in a cold voice, "I'm asleep."

Xuan Lan supported her chin: "You sleep, I won't disturb you."

Jiang Jintang lay flat on the bed with his eyes closed, thinking that he would be so affected by this bastard that he couldn't fall asleep, but it didn't take long before he fell into a deep dream.

What he dreamed was the past that he least wanted to recall.

That year, he.

At the end of May, looking at the withered crabapple, he celebrated his own birthday.

On this birthday, there were no beaming congratulations from the servants, no congratulations from older brothers and sisters, no longevity noodles with poached eggs cooked by his mother, and no earnest teaching from his father. By the side of the lotus pond where all kinds of poisonous snakes live, I can hear the wind in late spring and the hiss of snakes spitting letters.

What he was holding in his hand was the emperor's imperial decree, asking him to be the supervisor of the Jiang clan.

The late spring of that year was extremely cold, and it was clear that Huai Xu was approaching, but the wind was still piercing. He was dressed in thin white clothes, kneeling under the crabapple tree, like a bow that had been stretched to its limit. It will be smashed to pieces.

Yin Yanshuang's fancy dress was dragged across the ground, and her delicately made-up face looked a little bewitching in the night, and Koudan's fingers lifted his chin, forcing him to look up, so she saw the tears on his face, Smiled satisfied: "I remembered that today is your birthday, this is my birthday gift to you, don't you like it?"

She seemed to have won everything from the top, but she was defeated by Jiang Jintang's words: "Even if I die, my mother will die with my father, what are you?"

Yin Yanshuang's expression turned ferocious, she pressed her fingers hard, and her sharp nails almost sank into Jiang Jintang's flesh, she said coldly: "Look at you, you have a face so similar to Cui Danyan's, and even the words you say are exactly the same unflattering."

Jiang Jintang didn't speak again.

He knew that one word would be enough.

Yin Yanshuang was able to pamper the sixth palace and successfully raised the late emperor's youngest son. The city is unfathomable, and the speed of restraining emotions is extremely fast. She withdrew her hand, stood upright dignifiedly, and said lightly: "Yuan Jin sent you a bowl Longevity noodles, I said that in the past, on your birthday, Cui Danyan or Jiang Yuyin would cook for you. This bowl of longevity noodles was cooked for you by him himself. Got a lot of injuries."

Jiang Jintang remained indifferent.

Yin Yanshuang continued: "He wanted to see you, so I poured out the bowl of noodles in front of him."

She looked at Jiang Jintang sideways with a half-smile: "Do you know why?"

"—Because you don't deserve it."

"Jiang Xiaolang." Yin Yanshuang said softly: "From tomorrow onwards, you will be completely alone. You will see all your relatives beheaded with your own eyes. Become a nightmare from which you can never escape."

"And you, who fell from the clouds into the mud, and became a little eunuch from the number one scholar, how can you be worthy of my Yuan Jin, the longevity noodles cooked by yourself?"

Yin Yanshuang sighed: "What a pity."

"Your life is over before it begins."

She turned around and smiled brightly: "In order to prevent you from being too sad when you are slaughtered tomorrow, sleep in the lotus pond tonight, maybe after staying with the cold-blooded snake for a long time, your blood will be a little colder, in that case , it won't be too sad."

Someone stretched out his hand and pushed Jiang Jintang into the snake pit. He was still holding the imperial decree tightly in his hand. When he raised his eyes, he saw a crescent moon in the sky, which was so cold and frightening.

Like the body temperature of a snake.

……

Jiang Jintang woke up from the dream, unconsciously grasping something in his hands, gasping for breath, covered in cold sweat.

The old man frequently dreams, except for Xuan Shen, what he hates the most is dreaming about that crazy woman Yin Yanshuang.

Dreaming of her means that the feeling of being surrounded, entangled, and bitten by poisonous snakes will come back again.

"What's wrong?" Someone hugged him in the dark night, his body temperature was very high, like a small warm stove, instantly pulled Jiang Jintang back to the world.

Jiang Jintang froze for a long time before he said, "...Why are you here?"

"I was going to leave." Xuan Lan's voice was a little hoarse: "But you didn't seem to be sleeping well, so you stayed for a while."

Jiang Jintang closed his eyes and said, "Go back to sleep."

"Let's sleep together." Xuan Lan said as he got into his bed and said, "I had a nightmare and found myself alone in the room. It's very lonely."

"You know." Jiang Jintang gasped and stopped Xuan Lan: "I'm fine, you go back and sleep together, it's not appropriate."

Xuan Lan's eyes were bright even in the dim light, he held Jiang Jintang's cold fingers with his warm hand, and said with a slight smile in his voice, "You don't seem to be fine."

"You know, in the dream, you cried."

He tapped the corner of Jiang Jintang's eyes with his fingertips, and said softly, "I wiped away the tears."

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