Traitor, he is bent on death

Chen Zheheng always remembered that day.

He trekked thousands of miles from the slaughtered Yaowang Valley to the capital, and tried every possible means to enter the Qiantui Mansion, where he met Jiang Jintang.

Jiang Jintang's appearance was not half the same as he imagined, not like a treacherous official, still less like a powerful official, he even looked as clear as glazed ice and snow, and he would melt away when the sun was a little bigger.

After lurking for two months, Chen Zheheng finally gained Jiang Jintang's trust and found an opportunity to tamper with the soup.

Chen Zheheng had many ways to kill people invisible, but at that time he was completely hopeless, he only wanted to kill Jiang Jintang and then commit suicide, so he prepared arsenic, this throat-closing poison, as if he gave it to himself, the drug king Gu's final confession.

But when he stood in the pharmacy and looked at the medicine cup, the arsenic/cream powder in his hand had not been sprinkled into the medicine soup for a long time.

That's when Jiang Jintang appeared at the door. He was wearing a coat, his face was pale, but the smile on his face was soft in the warm spring sun: "Why didn't Mr. Chen do it?"

Chen Zheheng shook his hands, spilling all the meth, he took two steps back in fear, almost wanting to fight Jiang Jintang immediately, but Jiang Jintang said, "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I'm the only one here."

He coughed twice, his cheeks flushed sickly, "I'm sorry, when I found out about Yaowanggu, it was already too late."

These words were too high-sounding, Chen Zheheng could have questioned him, ridiculed him, and even cursed him, but Chen Zheheng didn't.

Because he saw more helplessness and sadness in Jiang Jintang's body, like a cloudy sky, and he didn't know when torrential rain would pour down and wash away all the dams.

……

Today is sunny again, but it is already early summer, and the gentle spring day slips away unknowingly, leaving only the sighs of the world.

"All living beings have pain." Chen Zheheng closed his eyes and said, "He suffers the most."

"When I decided to stay by his side back then, he only told me that he didn't want anyone to know about the bone-deep truth, so I kept it a secret for him for ten years." Chen Zheheng suddenly looked at Xuan Lan: "I just said I said that if Chen Chang lives, he can live, not to save Chen Chang's life, she is the daughter of the valley owner, and she has all the true biography of the valley owner. It's rather ironic."

Xuan Lan's fingers clenched into fists, and it was clear that his nails had pierced into the flesh, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

The first emperor destroyed the Yaowang Guman family, why did Chen Shang stay alone?

Is this the only kindness he showed to Jiang Jintang after everything was done?

...if that is called mercy.

It's a pity that things are changing and people are changing now, and no one knows anymore.

"Jiang Jintang's hands and eyes are open to the sky, so it's impossible for him not to know that Chen Shang is still alive." Chen Zheheng said: "But after all these years, he has never moved to find her."

He raised his old eyes, and the cloudy eyes stared straight at Xuan Lan: "Your Majesty—why do you say this is?"

why.

He didn't want to live long ago.

He wanted to die.

Every time the sun rises and sets in the west, and every season in the world changes, it is a heart-wrenching pain for Jiang Jintang.

He never misses the world, so to him, the fragrance to the bone is not a life-saving medicine, but a poison to the bone.

Xuan Lan lowered his head and held Jiang Jintang's cold wrist with his fingers. He had clear veins on the back of his hand, but he didn't dare to use force to hurt Jiang Jintang. No one knew what the emperor was thinking, but to the onlookers, He has a weakness that an emperor should never have.

This weakness was near his heart, and it was bloody, so the pain meandered into the deepest part of his heart, even if it was bloody, no one could see it.

"But..." Xuan Lan's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "I want him to live."

"I am the emperor."

"No one can disobey me."

"—Jiang Jintang can't either."

Chen Zheheng sighed deeply, he didn't seem to be surprised by his choice, and said: "Now we have to go back to Beijing to find Chen Shang."

Jian Yuanjia immediately said: "I'll go prepare the chariot and horses."

He turned around and went out, Shanyue also stood up quickly: "I'm going to pack my things!"

Chen Zheheng glanced at Xuanlan, and said, "I'm tired of traveling, I'm going to cook some life-threatening medicine."

After speaking, he went out, and for a while, only the unconscious Jiang Jintang, Xuan Lan and Wen Yucheng were left in the room.

Wen Yucheng remained silent.

His mood seemed to ease a bit, and he was a little dazed looking at Jiang Jintang's weak but still heaving chest.

In my impression, Jiang Jintang always seemed to be like this.

Weak and quiet.

The day when he followed his teacher into the Dingguo mansion was sunny, and there were children's laughter outside the walls, but the Dingguo mansion was in a panic, and after inquiring, he found out that the young master had fallen ill again.

The young master of Dingguo's mansion, several people in the entire capital knew of his existence. At that time, Wen Yucheng was very curious, how could such a sick child come out of the brave Jiang family for generations.

How can this sick man be with the Jiang family and take such care of him.

Until he met Jiang Jintang.

At that time, Jiang Jintang was [-] or [-] years old, and the orchid and jade trees had already grown, and the snow-born plum bones made people forget the world at first sight, even if he was sick and unconscious in bed.

Standing outside the window, Wen Yucheng watched Mrs. Dingguo weeping non-stop through the shadow of the flowers, and the sad faces of the two sons of the Jiang family who dared to fly horses to take the head of the enemy commander on the battlefield. Sighing: "I neglected Mr. Yan, I was supposed to greet him in the main hall, but I suddenly..."

The teacher said in a gentle voice that there is no problem, and asked a few words about the young master's condition, but Ding Guogong just shook his head and did not want to talk about it. Instead, he looked at him: "This is Mr. Yan's high-ranking apprentice, the number one scholar who just won the prize in the Toad Palace Lang?"

Wen Yucheng came back to salute, but his eyes still fell on the pale young man.

It was the first time he saw Jiang Jintang a few years ago.

At that time, he was the high-spirited number one scholar, and Jiang Jintang was a sick young master. More than ten years later, Jiang Jintang was nine thousand years old with power over the world, and he was a maggot in a dark ditch.

"Wen Yucheng." Xuan Lan said coldly: "Didn't you have a lot to say before, why don't you say it now?"

Wen Yucheng smiled and said, "Today, what else can I say?"

"What do you think you are?" Xuan Lan drew out the long sword hanging on the wall, the sword was shining brightly, reflecting the cold eyes of the young man, "Anything I ask you, you just answer."

Wen Yucheng smiled strangely, knelt down on the ground slowly, and sighed softly: "Of course."

"What's your relationship with Jiang Jintang?"

Wen Yucheng was startled, the smile on his face was sincere at that moment: "He and I..."

He closed his eyes and said, "I'm the No. 12 disciple of Master Yan, who is the teacher's No. [-] disciple."

Yan Yunyi is a great Confucian of the generation, and his reputation is resounding, and everyone knows it.

Yan Yunyi's disciples are all unworldly geniuses, and Gu Zhiyan, the current chief assistant, is Yan Yunyi's chief disciple.

Wen Yucheng's ability to worship under Yan Yunyi's family is enough to show that this person is not a person in the pool, and that he is really inferior to being a small staff member in Zhou Dan's mansion.

"In the ten years of Guangyuan, I got the first prize in the imperial examination, but I had no intention of fame. The imperial examination was just to prove to the teacher that I did not lose half a point to my senior brother, and I could graduate from the teacher, but the teacher said that I was unstable and needed to be tempered. "Wen Yucheng said: "So I resigned from office and retired. I didn't care about world affairs. When I returned to Beijing, the Dingguo Mansion, which was once a bustling city, had already been sealed. An unpredictable power official."

Xuan Lan's heart skipped a beat.

Wen Yucheng smiled, "Everyone says I'm the teacher's closed disciple, but I'm not. I still have a younger brother."

"He was born in Duke Dingguo's mansion. He is the third son of Duke Dingguo. He has been ill since he was a child, but he is intelligent. , Zhu Jiang's nine clans—" Wen Yucheng's voice was almost crying blood: "Because of a piece of iron coupons in the alchemy book, he survived. Sweep the eunuch."

Xuan Lan's hand trembled, and the long sword almost dropped from his hand.

"In the 14th year of Guangyuan, the Jiang family asked to be executed. He was ordered by the emperor to supervise the execution. On the execution ground, he wailed endlessly, his bones were all over the ground, and blood flowed like rivers—he watched his relatives die with his own eyes."

"In the summer of the same year, Concubine An Jiang Yuyin hanged herself in the Jiegu Tower. But he rose to prominence, was reused by the emperor, and gained the reputation of being ruthless."

"In the 15th year of Guangyuan, when the first emperor was dying, he secretly ordered him to face the saint and bestowed a bone-piercing fragrance. The first emperor passed away, and the young emperor ascended the throne. People all over the world called this man nine thousand years old."

Wen Yucheng's eyes were like poisonous snakes, and he looked at Xuan Lan: "My little junior brother, my surname is Jiang, my name is Jintang, and my name is Changning."

"—Your Majesty, have you explained clearly enough?"

With a "bang", the long sword in Xuan Lan's hand fell to the ground, and he kept panting, but the emotion that was stuffed in his chest was about to explode, and he couldn't relieve it at all.

The young master of the Jiang family.

The No. 13 Lang of Guangyuan for [-] years.

The sweeping eunuch under the high palace wall.

On the execution ground, the supervisor who draws the lottery from the lottery.

Nine thousand years old with power over the world.

His beloved A Tang.

From the highest cloud into the dirtiest mud.

In those darkest and most difficult days, no one reached out to him, he couldn't see the way forward, he couldn't see the sun, and he didn't wait for the dawn.

Xuan Lan burst into tears like rain.

Wen Yucheng looked at his hypocrisy and sneered: "Your Majesty, are you sad?"

"You are the emperor, so you should know more about what happened to the Jiang family's case back then."

"It's torture for him to see you, but you still want to say you love him?" Wen Yucheng said with a smile: "This love, he can't afford it, Your Majesty."

"Shut up—" Xuan Lan gritted his teeth: "I don't allow you to talk about the matter between me and him!"

The expression on Wen Yucheng's face faded inch by inch, and he stood up slowly, looking at Xuan Lan's embarrassed posture, but he was not as happy as he had imagined before.

After a long time, he just said: "Xuan Lan, in this world, anyone can love him, but you are not worthy."

"Every bit of his pain in the past ten years has been rooted in you. You have squeezed out the last bit of use value in his bone marrow, if you still have half a conscience."

Wen Yucheng said, "Please let him go."

"Stop loving him."

The author has something to say:

This chapter has been written for a long time.

I wanted to beat myself up for writing this.