Traitor, he is bent on death

The lights flickered in the room, and the wine was fragrant.

The girls who used to be hugged in the flower building were sitting in a row, looking left and right, not knowing what they were doing.

The door finally opened with a creak, and a young man in black came in from the door.

It was clear that the boy didn't say anything, but the girls all lowered their heads subconsciously, not daring to look directly at the person coming.

Xuan Lan sat on the main seat, and Wang Laifu quickly added a cup of hot tea for him.

"I invite the girls here today. I'm here to ask you a question." Wang Laifu cleared his throat, trying not to make his voice too sharp, and said, "The girls are all long-time lovers. It’s knowing how to handle a person’s sincerity.”

As soon as these words came out, all the women in the room were stunned.

This young man invited them here, not for pleasure or pleasure, but just to know... how to know a person's sincerity?

This is just too absurd.

Xuan Lan took a sip of tea, raised her eyebrows slightly, Wang Laifu understood, put an ingot of gold on the case table, and said: "Whoever answers first, this ingot of gold will be his."

The eyes of the girls were straightened, someone stood up immediately, Yaoyao smiled quietly: "Master, you asked the right person, this is what we eat!"

She twisted the waist of the water snake and took two steps forward. Even the gauze couldn't hide her white skin. She leaned on the desk and breathed Rulan, "This matter of love between a man and a woman is simple and complicated."

Wang Laifu frowned and said, "Young Master asked, your answer is, what are you doing so close."

The woman curled her lips, straightened her body, and said, "Excuse me, my lord."

It was clear that the whole room was full of life and fragrance, but Xuan Lan's eyebrows were dull, and he said lightly: "There is a person who treats me very well, no matter what I do, he doesn't seem to be angry, but when I say I like him , but he was unwilling to accept it.”

The girls immediately laughed, and someone said softly, "That man must be very nice to everyone."

"Only to me." Xuan Lan said coldly.

Wang Laifu blushed when he heard this, he didn't think Jiuqian Sui was so kind to the emperor.

"Then..." The girl in red held her chin and said, "You must have a family already?"

"Never."

"Perhaps..." The girl in purple coughed: "Master, may I ask, is the person you like older than you?"

Xuan Lan hummed.

The girl in purple sighed: "Perhaps she is kind to the young master because she loves the young master as a junior? There was a benefactor of the slave's house before, who took over the slave's house for two months. He played the piano and played chess every day, just because the slave looks like him. His daughter."

The rest of the girls giggled.

The corner of Wang Laifu's mouth twitched twice, he didn't dare to look at the emperor's expression.

Xuan Lan was not angry, but instead said: "What you said is somewhat reasonable, this ingot of gold is yours."

The girl in purple hurriedly took over the gold happily.

Xuan Lan said calmly: "The next question, I want to ask, how to make him like me."

Someone took the gold, and the girls became more enthusiastic. It was very lively, when someone outside suddenly said: "My lord, the prefect's mansion has sent something."

Xuan Lan raised his eyebrows, Wang Laifu signaled the girls to be quiet, and trotted to open the door, he saw Nie Xia standing at the door, holding a food box in his hand, and immediately groaned: "The prefect's mansion...sent food?"

"Yes." Nie Xia walked in without looking sideways, put the food box in front of Xuan Lan, and said, "Please take a look."

As soon as the food box was opened, I saw a bowl of stewed venison, a plate of clove venison, and a pot of fresh deer blood inside.

"..." Xuan Lan stared at Nie Xia: "Who sent it?"

Nie Xia couldn't help laughing, coughed, and said: "It's your sweetheart, I heard that you brought some girls back..." He glanced at the good things in the food box, and said: "So I'll give you a supplement .”

Xuan Lan: "..."

Xuan Lan snorted: "I don't need these things."

Nie Xia earnestly persuaded: "Don't be self-willed, there are six girls in total, or..."

Xuan Lan said coldly: "Why don't I give you all these six girls?"

Nie Xia hurriedly said seriously: "I think the young master is at the age of the dragon and the tiger, and there is absolutely no need for these, so I will take them away."

As he said he was about to put away the food box and leave, Xuan Lan suddenly said, "Wait."

……

With a bang, Jiang Jintang came out of the bathtub, his snow-white skin powdered by the hot water, he put on his underwear and came out from behind the screen, the maids hurried forward to wipe his long hair.

Shanyue stood not far away to read the secret letter sent by the people below, and said: "Master, I still haven't found the whereabouts of King An."

Jiang Jintang hummed.

Shanyue said: "King An is leaving the capital at this time, it is really strange, do we need to pay attention..."

"No need." Jiang Jintang said softly, "I know where he went."

He sat down on the arhat chair, and the maid knelt on the ground to slick his hair. Jiang Jintang rubbed his swollen temples, and said softly, "Go back and rest."

Shanyue pursed her lips, hesitated, and finally asked: "Master, your Majesty..."

Jiang Jintang opened his eyes and looked at him quietly: "What do I do to him?"

Shanyue said: "I know, you have always treated Your Majesty differently from others."

"He's the emperor, so it's different." Jiang Jintang replied perfunctorily, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic.

Shanyue's voice was a little hoarse: "Is it really just because he is the emperor?"

The expression on Jiang Jintang's face faded inch by inch, "Then what do you think is the reason?"

Shanyue was silent for a moment, and then said: "When the master saved me, it was like the dawn of the long night, pulling me back to the world."

"I sometimes wonder, master, where is your sky light?"

Jiang Jintang didn't answer.

So Shanyue knew that there would be no answer to this question. He lowered his eyelashes and said, "This subordinate is talking too much, so this subordinate will leave."

The long hair was about to dry, and the maids also retreated, leaving only Jiang Jintang in the room.

Jiang Jintang is actually not a sentimental person. He doesn't even like to recall the past. Whether it's painful or joyful, it's all in the past. Once it's past, it can't be recalled, which only adds to the sadness.

It was just a question from Shanyue tonight, and it instantly brought him back to that rainy night ten years ago.

It always seems to be raining.

It was raining when Jiang asked to be killed, and it was raining when Jiang Yuyin committed suicide. Tonight, it was raining hazyly outside again.

Jiang Jintang almost fell into a viscous dream, and the sound of the window being pushed open pulled him back to the world in an instant.

When he opened his eyes, he saw someone coming in through the window in the rain.

The author has something to say:

You always say I am short, today I will show you short! (Actually, it’s because my head hurts too much, woo woo woo)