Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang looked at the shaking car curtain, but didn't speak.

The little boy who had been staying in the car poked his head out and said, "My lord, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing a completely unfamiliar face, Xuan Lan was slightly stunned, and then asked, "Who are you?"

The little boy said: "I am Mr. Yu's book boy, waiting for Master Yu here."

Xuan Lan withdrew her gaze and said in a low voice, "So it's Yu Situ's."

He turned around with the long knife in his hand and said, "Troubleshooting."

The boy said, "You are being polite."

When the sound of Xuanlan's footsteps disappeared, the little boy turned his head and said respectfully: "Master, do you have any orders?"

"It's gone." Jiang Jintang closed his eyes and said, "Go back."

The boy obediently got out of the carriage.

When he landed on the ground, he realized that Xuan Lan hadn't gone far, and was leaning against the big clump of white lilacs. He was clearly covered in blood, but the moon shone on the flowers, and it was a gorgeous beauty.

He kept looking at the carriage, because of the backlight, the boy couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly, but subconsciously felt that those eyes made people very uncomfortable.

Like a hungry wolf, staring at its prey.

Not long after, Jian Yuanjia lifted the curtain and got on the carriage, saying, "It's been dealt with, shall we go to Qiuziyan now?"

"No." Jiang Jintang said, "I'm going back to Yangzhou, you stay here."

"...Back to Yangzhou?" Jian Yuanjia said: "So, you want the little emperor to handle the matter of Qiuziyan by himself?"

"He has this ability." Jiang Jintang said: "People from the Qingtian Sect will also help him. Yujia should be in Yangzhou soon?"

"If there is no delay, it should be early in the morning." Jian Yuanjia looked at the moon outside the window and said: "Although Yangzhou is not as critical as Huazhou at the moment, I don't think it will be much better."

Jiang Jintang said, "Zhou Dan is Lin Yong's man, so he won't go overboard."

If the Lin family wanted to get closer to the royal family, no matter it was for profit or for affection, they would stand by the emperor's side.

"Then what are you doing back in Yangzhou?"

Jiang Jintang paused for a moment before saying, "Shu Jin's identity can no longer be used. Let's go back to Yangzhou and accompany Yujia to patrol the south of the Yangtze River."

"...You play the little emperor as a fool?" Jian Yuanjia was a little surprised: "Good guy, you will really find trouble for yourself, if something happens to the east window..."

"Then let's talk about the Dongchuang incident." Jiang Jintang played with the ivory fan with his slender fingers, and his drooping eyelashes were coated with a faint golden light by a candle burning in the car. I'm really crazy if my identity stays with him."

Jian Yuanjia instinctively realized that this sentence contains a lot of information, but he also knew that Jiang Jintang would never say it, so he clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "Actually, you are not guilty of deceiving the emperor. And Haitang too, it's the little emperor himself who suffers from not being able to study hard."

"You are slandering." Jiang Jintang raised his eyes and said, "Xuan Lan's poems, books and articles are not bad."

Jian Yuanjia sighed: "Then consider me a slander."

The carriage became quiet, Shanyue came back and was about to drive away. When turning a corner on the path, Jiang Jintang saw Xuan Lan still standing beside the clump of white lilacs through the gap in the car curtain.

The blood-stained long knife was stuck in front of him, and the sticky blood slid from the shiny blade, forming a mass of dark red flowers on the ground, which slowly bloomed in the middle of the night, full of the fragrance of human blood.

……

"...What did you say?!" Fan Ling came out of the room in the middle of the night, his clothes were not fully dressed, he stared at Huazhou prefect Wang Que and said coldly: "What happened, tell me again?!"

Wang Que tremblingly said: "Fan, Mr. Fan... Those lunatics from the Qingtian Sect not only killed all the people I sent to Zhuangzi, but also set a fire and burned the bodies to ashes. The only survivor Yes, only the butler, but, but..."

He choked up and said, "His head was put on a tray and placed on my bed in the middle of the night. When I woke up at night, I was almost scared to death!"

Qingtian teaches.

Naturally, Fan Ling had heard of the reputation of this group of people in the south of the Yangtze River. The reputation of the Qingtian Sect is sometimes better than that of the government, and it is especially loved by the common people. chess!

Fan Ling said with a stiff face, "All those corpses were burned?"

"It's burned, it's all burned!" Wang Que said, "The fire has not been saved yet! Mr. Fan, what do you think we should do? The emperor is already outside Yangzhou city!"

"What are you panicking about?" Fan Ling pondered: "There's no need to wait any longer, immediately go to Qiuziyan to open the gate and release the water, I'll go down now and wake up the young master, let's leave quickly!"

But Wang Que hesitated: "Mr. Fan, do you have to flood the city?"

Fan Ling sneered: "Why, are you still a woman?! Let me tell you, if these people don't die, you are the one who dies!"

Wang Que took a deep breath and said, "I see, I will immediately order someone to open the gate at Qiuziyan."

"Bring more people, lest people from the Qingtian Sect set up an ambush." ​​Fan Ling moved closer to Wang Que's ear and said, "Also...be quiet, just take a few close people away, otherwise, this matter is not good end."

Wang Que nodded: "I see, thank you, Mr. Fan, for your reminder."

"You don't need to thank me." Fan Ling said lightly, "Go."

……

Yu Situ sat on the dew-stained meadow, wondering: "You think they will really come?"

"If you have no problem with your mind, you will come." Xuan Lan said casually.

Yu Situ said: "You used to be a member of them, but now you teach to Qingtian... It really surprises me."

Xuan Lan pursed the corners of her lips and said: "They want my life, why should I be polite to them, the Feng family just need to take the opportunity to provoke a few words, Yin Yao will never let me go, so why should I give my life to them. "

The fat man laughed loudly: "That's true."

"Then how about you hang out with us in the future?" Yu Situ patted himself on the chest: "When we get along with you, I don't think you are as miserable as the rumors.

Xuan Lan closed her eyes and said coldly, "I still have something to do."

"What's the matter with you?"

Xuan Lan said, "I'm going to arrest someone."

"Arrest? Who is it?" Yu Situ didn't wait for Xuan Lan's answer, when he heard a sharp whistle, he immediately stood up and said, "Here comes the man!"

Xuan Lan raised the knife in his backhand, looked at the hundreds of brave soldiers who were rushing towards Qiuziyan in the night, curled his tongue around the sharp fangs, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

"To kill."

It's a pity that he specially wore white clothes tonight, the blood splattered on it was especially obvious, but he didn't wait for the person who would love him dearly.

……

Jiang Jintang rushed back to Yangzhou before noon, when Yu Jia had just settled down in the prefect's mansion.

The last time I met Zhou Dan, he was still "Little Red", but now Zhou Dan knelt down in front of him in fear, sweating profusely: "Nine, nine thousand years..."

On the way all night, Jiang Jintang's face was pale, he coughed twice, the cold hibiscus face was flushed, it was extremely beautiful, but no one dared to appreciate it.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. To his surprise, Zhou Dan had some good taste. The tea in the mansion was the best Yangxian Xueya. Shui Jun is named after "Hui Shan", with a clear and mellow taste and a sweet aftertaste. It is Jiang Jintang's favorite tea since he was a child.

Zhou Dan didn't hear the person sitting on the chair speak for a long time, so he said tremblingly: "I don't know that Lord Qiantose is here, I'm sorry for being a low official, please forgive me!"

Jiang Jintang finally spoke: "I'm just accompanying the Holy Majesty on a tour of the south of the Yangtze River. Master Zhou, don't be nervous, get up."

Zhou Dan was helped up, but he still didn't dare to go to see Jiang Jintang. He was thinking about what to do with this matter. The emperor's arrival had already made him feel overwhelmed, and now he would be nine thousand years old!

Why was there no news that Nine Thousand Years was in the south of the Yangtze River with the emperor? !

Jiang Jintang put the teacup back and said, "I heard that there is a very famous counselor in Mr. Zhou's house, I wonder if we can meet him?"

Zhou Dan was shocked.

Wen Yucheng seldom went out, and he was not a well-known figure. How could Jiang Jintang know him when he came to Jiangnan for the first time?

"Why." Shanyue raised her eyelids and looked at Zhou Dan: "Inconvenient?"

That posture, it seems that as long as Zhou Dan dares to say a word yes, he will immediately draw his sword and take his head.

Zhou Dan didn't dare to refuse, he hurriedly said: "If you go back to Lord Qiantui, there is such a person, I will ask you to invite him here!"

Jiang Jintang said lightly, "Then go."

Zhou Dan saluted as if he had received an amnesty, and left the painting hall as if fleeing for his life.

Jiang Jintang propped his forehead, closed his eyes, and said, "These gangsters in the south of the Yangtze River are useless trash who can't even be a corrupt official. How did they pass the imperial examination?"

Shanyue said: "Some people are good at reading, but not good at being an official."

Jiang Jintang rubbed his forehead and said, "Last night..."

"Everything is fine in Huazhou." Shanyue said: "The news from Master Jian said that Wang Que dispatched [-] elite soldiers to Qiuziyan last night, and the Qingtian Sect temporarily assembled about [-] people in Huazhou. It's been a tough fight."

Jiang Jintang opened his mouth to ask something, but didn't open his mouth. Shanyue had already taken the initiative to say: "After the great victory at Qiuziyan, Your Majesty rode a horse for thirty miles, flew into the prefect's mansion, chopped off Wang Que's head, and is now hanging Demonstrated at the city gate of Huazhou."

Jiang Jintang smiled and shook his head: "Young spirit..."

"Fan Ling is a character." Shanyue said: "He asked Wang Que to prepare for Qiuziyan, and he ran away overnight with Fengqian, and now he doesn't know where to hide, Master Jian has sent someone to find... …These are all good news, and Lord Jane also sent some bad news, do you want to hear it?"

Jiang Jintang unconsciously stroked the Zhaodian red ring on his index finger.

He hadn't seen this bright red for a long time, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

After a long time, he said, "About Xuan Lan?"

"En." Shanyue nodded lightly, and said: "Your Majesty was injured. He was shot by the arrow and was taken away by Nie Xia. I don't know the extent of the injury, but Lord Jane means...the injury is very serious."

With a "click", the teacup in Jiang Jintang's hand fell to the ground, and the fragrant Yangxian snow buds spilled all over the floor.

The author has something to say:

When the dog emperor is not a dog, he is still handsome.

But he is hardly a dog.