Traitor, he is bent on death

"What do you mean?" Xuan Lan grabbed Wen Yucheng's collar, like an enraged beast, his voice was hoarse and chilled, "What do you mean the world betrays him?!"

"Your Majesty..." Shanyue's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he stepped forward, trying to separate the two of them: "Mr. Wen drank too much, please don't take his nonsense words to heart, the villain will take him away !"

Xuan Lan ignored him, her eyes were like a falcon staring at its prey, just staring straight at Wen Yucheng: "Since you want to speak, please tell me clearly, otherwise I will order someone to chop you up immediately Feed it to the dogs—if you don’t believe me, you can try it.”

"How could I not believe it?" Wen Yucheng was not afraid of the emperor's thunderous anger, but instead smiled strangely: "I will believe anything that you, the Xuan family, do that are out of conscience."

The veins on the back of Xuan Lan's hands popped up: "You don't play tricks here - who are you?!"

Just as Wen Yucheng was about to speak, a piercing cough suddenly sounded in the room. Xuan Lan froze, threw Wen Yucheng away, turned and returned to the bedside: "Jiang Jintang?!"

Shanyue also hurried forward, and saw that Jiang Jintang had opened his eyes, his face was as pale as paper, he seemed to be coughing up all his internal organs, and there was blood on his lips.

Xuan Lan's fingers were trembling all the time, he didn't know how panicked his voice was: "Call the doctor—call the doctor in!"

Shanyue hurriedly let the doctors who were waiting outside come in, and the most respected one tremblingly stepped forward to check Jiang Jintang's pulse, and kowtowed in shock: "Master Qiantui... Lord Qiantui, I'm afraid..."

Before he could say the words "the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry", he saw the gloomy brows and eyes of Shaotian Zi, and quickly swallowed the words, lying on the ground, not daring to say a word.

But he knew that all the doctors kneeling on the ground in the room knew that Jiang Jintang's body was like a piece of cloth that had been riddled with holes many years ago. There is nowhere to start.

It can even be said that these few years of life were stolen by him.

Xuan Lan held Jiang Jintang's hand, knowing that his fingers were cold, but his voice was calm: "It's okay, you'll be fine after taking the medicine, don't be afraid, I've already asked someone to boil the medicine."

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood from Jiang Jintang's lips, and said softly, "You will be fine."

You will be absolutely fine.

Jiang Jintang's internal organs were churning, his throat was almost full of blood, his eyelashes trembled, and Xuan Lan's face was reflected in his eyes, the young man seemed to have changed a lot and was no longer as vigorous as before.

Jiang Jintang still prefers his clean appearance before.

"You said I'm fine." His voice was hoarse, but he smiled a little: "Then why are you crying?"

Xuan Lan was taken aback.

Did he cry?

Touching her cheek with her finger, the tear fell from the socket of her eye, it was already ice-cold, sticking to Jiang Jintang's white jade-like fingertips.

Jiang Jintang thought that Xuan Lan would shed tears for him.

This tear was so heavy that his hands fell on the quilt like a thousand pounds.

"I just had a dream." Jiang Jintang said slowly, "I dreamed of my youth."

When young master Jiang was young, everything was fine, he was almost addicted, but he always felt that something was missing.

He watched the apricot blossoms all over the yard, and then remembered that there was no Xuan Lan.

In his best years, Xuan Lan didn't show up, but was born in his dying days. This young man left the most impressive stroke.

"Your youth." Xuan Lan asked hoarsely, "Do you want to go back?"

Jiang Jintang shook his head: "I can't go back."

The world is like flowing water, everyone is engulfed in the torrent of time and keeps moving forward, no one can look back.

Jiang Jintang looked out of the sunny window, his eyes didn't have any focus, it seemed that he was just looking at the dust in the sky, he could feel the life being pulled away from this body little by little, probably he really couldn't make it through this time.

Most of the bureau has been laid out, so there shouldn't be too many mistakes.He died at this time, just at the right time.

"Xuan Lan." Jiang Jintang coughed, grabbed Xuan Lan's hand, and said softly, "I did you a great favor."

"……what?"

Jiang Jintang didn't answer Xuan Lan's question, but said, "You have to promise me one request."

"Okay." Xuan Lan's voice was choked with sobs: "I will agree to whatever you say."

"...you will know after I die." Jiang Jintang's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "Xuan Lan, you shouldn't like me."

He smiled, like pale moonlight, cold and gentle: "If there is an afterlife, let's not bother too much."

Xuan Lan said hoarsely: "Not in the next life, just in this life—you are not allowed to leave me."

"Jiang Jintang...do you hear that?" Xuan Lan's tears fell on the back of Jiang Jintang's hands, he was wronged like a child: "I love you...I won't let you leave me!"

Jiang Jintang raised his hand, as if he wanted to wipe away the tears for him, but before his fingertips touched Xuan Lan's cheek, it fell down in a slump. He seemed to have lost the strength to open his eyes. .

He thought, so when I die, the only thing I can carry with me is such a strong love that destroys me.

"Xuan Lan..." Jiang Jintang's voice was like a flying feather, light and fragile: "Before your mother dies, let me tell you."

"She told you not to hate me." Jiang Jintang sighed softly, "But I think you should hate me."

"Just hate me." Jiang Jintang murmured, "Don't love me anymore."

In a trance, the world was silent and silent.

"...A Tang." Xuan Lan touched Jiang Jintang's face tremblingly: "A Tang—"

Shanyue bit her lips until blood came out, "Master..."

With a bang, someone pushed open the door, and Jian Yuanjia threw the person in his hand in front of the bed with a sullen face. Before everyone could react, with a bang, he had already pulled out the long sword at his waist, Hanging on the man's neck, the voice was like ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month: "Chen Zheheng, if you can't save him, I want you to bury him with him."

Chen Zheheng kept a straight face: "He wants to die by himself, what can I do?! If I can save him, why wait until now!"

Jian Yuanjia bent down and grabbed his skirt: "Don't talk about this with me, I know you have a way."

"You are the only descendant of Medicine King Valley, I don't believe you can't save him!"

Chen Zheheng, an old bone, was tossed all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and he was already angry, not to mention Jian Yuanjia still had such a doggy attitude, he sneered: "Even if you kill me, you still can't save me. "

"Yaowanggu..." Xuan Lan's eyes sharpened, "You are from Yaowanggu."

Chen Zheheng paused, and said disgustedly: "Why, ten years ago your father slaughtered my medicine king Guman family, and today you want my life again? Anyway, I am alone, so you can kill me if you want!"

Xuan Lan bent her lips and smiled: "What did I kill you for? I just want to tell you that the people in Yaowang Valley are not extinct. Back then, the late emperor left behind the daughter of the owner of Yaowang Valley, who has been raised in the palace. You Probably don't know?"

Chen Zheheng's complexion changed: "You mean Miss—"

Xuan Lan said coldly: "I won't kill you, but there are many ways to torture people in the palace. If Jiang Jintang dies today, how about I cut her into pieces in front of you?!"

"...How dare you!" Chen Zheheng raised his voice: "You are not allowed to touch her!"

"Save him." Xuan Lan said coldly, "Jiang Jintang is dead, and Chen Chang can't even think about living."

Hearing Chen Chang's name, Chen Zheheng gritted his teeth, "I may not be able to save him, as I said, he wants to die himself, he doesn't want to live, Da Luo Jinxian can't save him."

"Don't talk nonsense." Xuan Lan suppressed the bloody smell rising from his throat, "Save him!"

Chen Zheheng took a deep breath and felt Jiang Jintang's pulse. At this time, he was no different from a dead person, and his pulse was so weak that he could hardly feel it. Protecting his heart veins cannot cure his poison."

"What poison?!" Xuan Lan asked immediately.

Not only Xuanlan, but even Shanyue and Jian Yuanjia were stunned.

Was Jiang Jintang poisoned? !

Chen Zheheng sneered: "He is congenitally deficient and his bones are weak, so he is riddled with various diseases, which is the appearance of an early death. There is no difference between the cure of the poison and the incomprehension... Maybe we have to thank the person who poisoned him, if it weren't for this gut-wrenching Poison, how can it keep him for so many years, the fate of these ten years has been snatched from the hands of Lord Yan."

"What do you mean?!" Jian Yuanjia said, "This poison can't be cured?!"

"If Chen Shang is still alive, the poison will be cured." Chen Zheheng glanced at Xuan Lan, and said, "But if the poison is cured, his illness will immediately kill him."

"There must be a way..." Shanyue suddenly kowtowed three times to Chen Zheheng: "Mr. Chen, you must have a way. You have been with the master for so many years, how can you bear to see him die like this?!"

Chen Zheheng couldn't put on a bad face towards Shanyue, he knew that this child was utterly loyal, and Jiang Jintang was the only one in his eyes, he was the most innocent.

Do you want to say that he hates Jiang Jintang?At first I hated it.

Because of Jiang Jintang, Yaowanggu was slaughtered. Although he escaped by chance, he could only keep his name anonymously. Even when he first recommended himself to the Qiantui Mansion, he rushed to kill Jiang Jintang.

But staying by Jiang Jintang's side lasted nearly ten years.

He couldn't do it.

His heart was also made of flesh, and he had seen Jiang Jintang's pain and suffering, so the butcher's knife could no longer fall.

"It's not that I don't want to save him." Chen Zhenheng sighed deeply: "You insist on forcing him to stay in this world, how do you know that death is the only release for him?"

Shanyue was startled.

"Even if he wants to die." Xuan Lan said darkly, "I will listen to him personally."

Chen Zheheng sighed: "The poison in him is called Touguxiang."

"It's the secret medicine that the late emperor ordered Medicine King Valley to make ten years ago."

"Actually, it's a poison. The bone-penetrating fragrance consumes countless natural materials and earth treasures, and the value is nothing more than that." Chen Zheheng looked at Jiang Jintang's pale face: "It is because of this medicine that his illness can be suppressed." But this poison is also eroding his internal organs, the game between the two, the late emperor calculated the time."

Chen Zheheng's eyes fell on Xuan Lan, "Bone Fragrance can hang Jiang Jintang's life for about ten years. At that time, his son, that is, you, Your Majesty, just happened to be able to take back the power with Jiang Jintang's assistance. Sit firmly in the dragon chair."

"From ten years ago, he knew when he was going to die."

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