Traitor, he is bent on death

"Your Majesty." Nie Xia jumped down from the eaves, followed behind the young man, and said, "You shouldn't reveal your identity in front of Xuan Yi, if..."

Xuan Lan stopped in her tracks and looked at him coldly: "I just have to let him know that if you covet other people's things, you have to see if you have the ability first."

Nie Xia avoided the emperor's gaze, touched his nose, and said, "This subordinate is talking too much."

Outside the government office, the crowd was surging, Huazhou was a little more angry than before, Xuan Lan walked through the downtown area, and accidentally saw Widow Chen who had met once before.

She leaned against the wall and sold shoe insoles, which was probably her only livelihood.

Xuan Lan stopped in front of her bamboo basket, and Widow Chen hurriedly said, "My lord, do you want to buy insoles? The insoles I bought are thick and beautiful..."

She said that she wanted to stuff the insole into Xuan Lan, but Nie Xia hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, and smiled: "Sister-in-law, let's see for ourselves."

Only then did Widow Chen realize that the two of them had an extraordinary demeanor, they didn't look like people who wanted to buy insoles, so they responded awkwardly.

Xuan Lan squatted down in front of the bamboo basket, lowered her eyelashes to look at the insoles, which were not exquisite in workmanship, and said, "Sister-in-law, we met before, I don't know if you still remember."

Hearing his voice, Widow Chen froze for a moment, and then suddenly said: "It's...it's you! Young master, I've been wanting to thank you and your brother..."

She looked around and wondered, "Where's your brother?"

"My brother." Xuan Lan smiled, "Don't want me anymore."

Widow Chen was surprised and said: "How could it be! The last time I saw your brother, I clearly cared about you."

"Ok?"

Widow Chen said with a smile: "Before they said that I was infected with the epidemic, your brother diagnosed me and kept you away from me... You can tell from there that he is a doctor himself and knows that I am not the epidemic, but still I don't want to let you take any risk."

Nie Xia's expression was a little weird: "Really?"

"That's not it!" Widow Chen persuaded: "Brothers don't have feuds every day, young master, don't be angry with your brother."

Xuan Lan said: "He is the one who is angry with me."

After a pause, he said again: "Sister-in-law, you take your daughter alone, don't you plan to remarry?"

Daye's atmosphere is fairly open, and it's not uncommon for women to remarry.

Widow Chen sighed softly, and said, "I don't know how I would have a better life with another man..."

She rubbed her fingers unconsciously, and said: "There are also people who match me up. I'm afraid that my girl will go with me, and I will suffer... Besides, my man has only been dead for two years, and I have no conscience to marry again."

"I was not born to live a hard life." She wiped her face and said, "Although my man has no money, but he has a copper coin, he is willing to give me a copper coin. Where can I find such a person? .”

"Now that I think about the quarrels I used to have with him, I always want to go back to my mother's house in a fit of anger, and I have to fight over every little thing..." Widow Chen shook her head and laughed. People are still there, what can't be done."

Xuan Lan was startled, and said softly, "Sister-in-law, you love him very much."

"Love?" Widow Chen said with a smile: "We vulgar people don't know whether to love or not. I don't want to marry another man. Maybe it's the love you mentioned, young master."

Xuan Lan put a handful of broken silver in the bamboo basket and said, "Buy some delicious food for your daughter."

Widow Chen hurriedly said: "I can't do it! I haven't thanked you for what happened last time, how can I still accept your money..."

Xuan Lan waved her hand and walked to the end of the long street against the sunlight. Widow Chen sighed, "I don't know any girl who can marry such a good son."

……

Jiang Jintang has coughed up blood frequently recently, Shanyue's complexion has not relaxed, he went to the capital to ask several pigeons about Chen Zheheng, but Chen Zheheng didn't reply, which made Shanyue, a good old man, very angry, and wanted She Yi to directly Just chop this eccentric old man with a single knife and forget it.

Jian Yuanjia swaggered out from behind the arch, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "What are you worried about? It's not you who is going to die."

Shanyue frowned: "Master Jian, aren't you worried about Master?"

"The body belongs to him, the suffering belongs to him, and his life belongs to him. I worry about what's the use of it." Jian Yuanjia slowly peeled off a peanut and said, "I don't believe that you haven't seen Jiang Jintang for so many years. I don't want to live anymore."

Shanyue's expression changed: "Lord Jane!"

"There's nothing wrong with it." Jian Yuanjia threw peanuts into his mouth and said, "I know you value Jiang Jintang more than your own life, but you can't look at me like this, as if I'm nothing If I don't feel sorry for the bastard who will avenge his kindness, I will still be a fart in Dongchang."

Shanyue was dumbfounded.

Jian Yuanjia clapped his hands and said, "I asked you something, and you answered me truthfully."

Shanyue nodded: "You ask."

Jian Yuanjia narrowed his eyes: "Jiang Jintang sees that Wen Yucheng all the time recently, what did they say?"

Shanyue thought about it for a while, and said: "It's nothing, just poems and songs, current affairs and anecdotes... Mr. Wen is a wonderful person, but he gets along very well with the master, and the master's mood is much better."

"No." The smile on Jian Yuanjia's face faded.

"...what's wrong?"

Jian Yuanjia sneered: "What kind of person is Jiang Jintang? You and I know him best when we've been by his side for many years. He's very dignified. He never lets others see through his true emotions. He would tell someone he's only known for a few days. so much?"

Shanyue was taken aback, and said, "Master Jian, what do you mean..."

Jian Yuanjia said coldly: "Jiang Jintang is a bastard, Wen Yucheng must be of some use value, otherwise he wouldn't put so much trouble in front of Wen Yucheng and vomit blood and pass out hypocritically."

Shanyue couldn't help but said: "Don't scold the master... Besides, the master is not pretending, he is real..."

"You defend him again." Jian Yuanjia said: "Then wait for him to play himself to death, and collect his body."

Shanyue shut up.

"Interesting." Jian Yuanjia looked at the peanut in his hand and said, "Shanyue, tell me, what is the origin of a person whose identity I can't even find out?"

Shanyue thought for a moment, then subconsciously said: "Dead."

"This is even more interesting." Jian Yuanjia laughed: "Too many people died back then, and which evil spirit Wen Yucheng came to this world wearing human skin?"

"You mean..."

"I didn't say anything." Jian Yuanjia grabbed a handful of peanuts from his purse and stuffed them in Shanyue's hands, "I just want to share this peanut with you. It's delicious, you can try it."

After he finished speaking, he turned to the corridor and entered the flower forest.

Shanyue looked at the peanuts in her hand, tasted one, and found that the taste was really good, so she returned to Jiang Jintang's residence with a handful of peanuts. Wen Yucheng was playing chess with Jiang Jintang at this time. siblings.

"Master." Shanyue put the peanuts on the desk and said, "Would you like to taste the peanuts given by Mrs. Jian?"

Jiang Jintang glanced at it and said, "No need, you can eat."

On the opposite side, Wen Yucheng put the white chess in his hand into the chessboard, and sighed: "I lost."

Shanyue wondered: "Why did you admit defeat, sir? It is clear that we can fight again."

Wen Yucheng smiled and said, "I have already lost."

Jiang Jintang smiled: "Mr. accept."

"Master Qiantui is good at chess, and his style of chess is quite similar to that of Miss Cui Er, who was very famous in Jiangnan back then." Wen Yucheng said casually.

Jiang Jintang paused, raised his eyes and said, "I heard that Miss Cui Er was playing chess in the south of the Yangtze River, and she never met an opponent."

"I'm from Jiangnan, and Miss Cui Er's reputation was very impressive back then." Wen Yucheng first smiled, and then sighed: "It's a pity."

There was no other emotion on Jiang Jintang's face. He lowered his eyelashes and slowly picked the chess piece back into the pouch, as if he was just regretful: "If she is still here, we can learn from each other."

"Sir always comes to play chess with me, Master Zhou may have a bad opinion of me." Jiang Jintang said: "After all, Master is Master Zhou's right-hand man. Without Mr. Zhou, Master Zhou will be really miserable."

"In this world, no one can live without leaving." Wen Yucheng said lightly: "Besides, I don't care about officialdom fame and fortune. It is a blessing in my life to meet such a confidant like Jiu Qiantui."

Wen Yucheng didn't leave until it was getting dark. Even if Jian Yuanjia didn't remind her, Shanyue would have sensed that something was wrong. The last time Jiang Jintang put so much thought into it was Xuan Lan. Did Jiang Jintang empathize?

Shanyue looked at Jiang Jintang's figure standing at the door, and said sullenly, "Master, there is news from His Majesty."

"Yeah." Jiang Jintang said, "What happened to him?"

"It's nothing." Shanyue said: "I just went to Hualou today and brought back a few girls."

Jiang Jintang paused: "Girl?"

"Yeah." Shanyue said: "It is said that she was quite beautiful."

Jiang Jintang was silent for a while, and then said: "It seems that he handles Jiangnan's affairs with ease, and he still has the time to find a girl."

He turned around and walked into the house, coughing twice, Shanyue couldn't help but said: "Didn't you also find Mr. Wen?"

"..." Jiang Jintang said in disbelief, "Do you think I'm just like Xuan Lan, full of love and love?"

Shanyue said: "Don't dare."

Jiang Jintang rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "Wen Yucheng and I...forget it, what do I tell you about this."

On a clear night, the moonlight was soft and bright. Jiang Jintang saw the flowers and trees in the yard swaying by the wind, and took a sip of tea from a teacup. For some reason, Shanyue's words kept spinning in his mind, and he suddenly said: " Shanyue."

"What are your orders, master?"

Jiang Jintang said: "I remember someone sent a live deer down below."

Shanyue thought for a while, and said: "There is such a thing, and I still keep it."

Jiang Jintang said expressionlessly, "Order someone to kill the deer and send a pot of deer blood to Xuan Lan."

He skimmed off the froth with the lid of the cup, and said in a low voice, "You said he brought several girls back, if not, it would be a shame."

Shanyue: "..."

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