Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang fell into a deep, deep dream.

In the dream, he woke up from the dry pond in the Fuyuan Temple, and saw the thick dark clouds in the sky, and the rain fell into his eyes, so his vision was blurred.

He had never feared the arrival of dawn like last night, and escaped in every possible way, but the sky was still bright as usual.

It was a long way from the palace to the execution ground, Jiang Jintang hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and the carriage was bumpy, he almost vomited, but there was nothing in his stomach, and the smell of fresh blood poured into his throat.

Finally, the carriage stopped, and it began to rain continuously.

Sitting on that top chair, Jiang Jintang could see the humming people on the execution ground with his eyes down.

Those people, either he was familiar with or he was not familiar with, were all members of the Jiang family and old friends of the Jiang family.

Some are crying, some are scolding, some are sighing, some are silent.

In the rain and fog, his father's expression was very calm, not like a person who was about to die. From last spring to this summer, a year of imprisonment made him lose a lot of weight, but his strength was unbreakable, even if he knelt on the ground, It also prevents people from being superior.

A Niang kept looking at him, smiling very gently, that smile was the same as in the past ten years, tolerant and kind, as if no matter what mistakes he made, A Niang would not be angry.

Eldest brother An Lian looked at the kneeling crowd farther away, probably looking for his fiancée among them, but in the end, there were so many people, he didn't see the girl he was implicated by, so he lowered his head and tightened his jawline , seems to be gritted his teeth.

The second elder brother An Rong had a sneering smile on his lips. He was quick-tempered and didn't get angry with others easily. At this time, the emotion in his eyes was very heavy, but when he met Jiang Jintang's gaze, he still smiled and looked at the young man. Brother blinked, trying to make him smile.

The sun was a little bit westward, and it was noon.

"My lord." Someone whispered in his ear, "You can ask to be beheaded."

Jiang Jintang didn't know what expression he had at that time, but he probably couldn't see where he was going, because the person next to him was like seeing a ghost in the daytime, and said sharply: "Are you going to resist the order?! It's noon, declare execution!"

Jiang Jintang wanted to push away the table in front of him, and wanted to leave here.

He didn't want to look down on his kin, he wanted to die with them.

Suddenly there was a loud sound of rain, his father raised his vicissitudes of life eyes, and his lips moved. Jiang Jintang clearly didn't hear the sound, but he heard his father's words.

He said, Ah Tang, be obedient.

obedient.

These two words were slammed down heavily, hitting his heart, causing Jiang Jintang to almost suffocate, tears fell on the table, leaving a circle of water marks, but it was only such a drop, even like rainwater falling from the sky.

In the eyes of the world, the execution supervisor raised his hand and took out the fire stick from the stick, threw it on the ground, and said with a blank face, "——cut."

There was a rumble of thunder, the knife fell from the hand, and the blood flowed into the sea.

That day, the entire capital seemed to be filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people want to vomit. From noon to late at night, the massacre finally came to an end.

Someone from the palace wanted to take Jiang Jintang back, but Jiang Jintang ignored him. He walked down the prison stage step by step, knelt in the blood, kowtowed three times, and left in the rain, disappearing at the end of Rongchang Street.

The imperial decree was issued one after another, to drive Jiang Clan to extinction, after Cui Clan exterminated his family, Jiang Yuyin hanged himself on the Jiegu Tower with a three-foot white silk.

This place where Cui Danyan and Jiang Fan have had a glance for thousands of years, this place where Jiang Yuyin once said, "I don't ask much, I just hope that my husband will be half as good as my father treats my mother" has ended the century-old reputation of the Jiang family, and it has also come to an end. All the love and hatred between Jiang Yuyin and Xuan Ke were eliminated.

So far, in the late summer of Guangyuan's 14th year, Jiang Jintang lost his only living relative.

On the day Jiang Yuyin was buried, he just looked at her coffin from a distance, he was no longer qualified to pay homage to her.

Young Master Jiang died, and the one who survived was the most despicable eunuch in the deep palace.

Xuanshen summoned him when he was dying, and it was another spring and summer approaching. He celebrated his 20th birthday. Xuanshen bestowed on him the word "Changning" and a priceless incense stick.

The imperial palace carried the prosperity of the whole world, and the Qianyuan Hall was the most prosperous, but even the emperor seemed so incompetent before his death, Jiang Jintang could see Xuan Shen's pale face when he looked up.

He no longer has the will to reprimand Fang Qiu in the past, just like any ordinary old man.

When death was approaching, Xuan Shen also became hypocritical: "I... I am sorry for the Jiang family, and I am sorry for you."

Such a flirtatious word cannot appease the resentment of tens of thousands of lives.

Jiang Jintang even found it ridiculous.

Xuan Shen was silent for a while, then said: "A Tang, this medicine can keep you safe for ten years."

Jiang Jintang said in disgust, "I don't need it."

Xuan Shen smiled: "... I know you want to die. Live for another ten years for the Xuan family. After ten years, you will be free."

"...I remember, you like Xuan Lan very much."

……

Jiang Jintang suddenly woke up from the nightmare. At this moment, all the pain was wrapped around him, because it was so painful that he was actually numb.

"Master!" Shanyue exclaimed in surprise: "Doctor Chen is indeed a miracle doctor! After he gave you the medicine, you woke up!"

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled, and he coughed twice: "...Mr. Chen is here?"

Shanyue quickly helped him up and said, "Yes. Drink some water first."

Jiang Jintang drank some water, and his hoarse throat felt much better. He took a few breaths and smiled, "...I actually saw the sun again."

Shanyue's eyes were sore: "Master..."

Jiang Jintang shook his head and said, "Just saying it casually."

Shanyue said: "Doctor Chen said that you are awake, so we will immediately go back to the capital to find Miss Chen Shang."

Hearing Chen Chang's name, Jiang Jintang didn't react at all, Shanyue thought, he really knew that Chen Chang was still alive, but he just treated her as dead.

After some tidying up, Jiang Jintang was pushed out in a wheelchair. The weather outside was fine and the sun was warm. Jiang Jintang's skin was glaring white in the sunlight. happy look.

Xuan Lan stood at the door and watched him approach a little bit, but Jiang Jintang never raised his eyes to look at him.

The wheelchair arrived outside the gate of the prefect's mansion, the carriage was ready, Shanyue helped Jiang Jintang into the carriage, and was about to tell the coachman to leave, when suddenly a gust of wind blew past her, Xuan Lan lifted the shaking curtain and half knelt On the shaft of the car, he looked at Jiang Jintang.

The boy's eyes were full of emotions. When he saw Jiang Jintang's tired face, he opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "Take good care of your illness."

"...I won't like you anymore."

He seemed to be about to cry, but he didn't, his voice trembled slightly: "Jiang Jintang, you're fine."

Jiang Jintang looked at him quietly, and after a while, he said, "Okay."

Xuan Lan took a deep breath, restrained her emotions, smiled at him, then jumped out of the carriage and said, "Let's go."

The convoy set off and gradually moved away.

The begonias in Huazhou were in bloom, and Xuan Lan smelled the fragrance in the wind. He knew that the begonias in the south had no floral fragrance, and this was the smell coming from Jiang Jintang's bones.

He used to feel charming, but now he only feels cold.

What Wen Yucheng said was right, anyone can love Jiang Jintang, but he, Xuan Lan, is not worthy.

Xuan Lan clenched his hands tightly, his nails pierced into the flesh, and blood beads came out, dripping down on the ground along the distinct joints.

Slowly, a flower in the shape of a crabapple bloomed.

……

After the carriage traveled a long way, Jiang Jintang lifted the curtain, and Xuan Lan could still be seen.

Chen Zheheng, who was sitting opposite him, raised his eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid that you are really dead?"

Jiang Jintang smiled and said, "Isn't it good to be dead? There is no difference between life and death."

"Although I don't want to live very much, I still want to thank you sir for bringing me back from hell." He picked up the teacup: "Tea instead of wine."

Chen Zheheng said: "I don't follow your example." He paused and said: "I ask you, what if I don't save you?"

Jiang Jintang paused, and said, "Then he's dead."

"Ridiculous!" Chen Zheheng said angrily, "I've worked so hard to keep you alive all these years, but you treat me so casually!"

"Sir, don't be angry." Jiang Jintang said: "I know that my husband can save me, otherwise I wouldn't have invited him to Jiangnan in advance."

Chen Zheheng sighed: "You are just too thoughtful - you don't believe this yourself, so why say it to fool me."

Jiang Jintang didn't speak any more.

He was not sure that Chen Zheheng could save him, and he really felt relieved when he embraced death.

But after all, I can't let go.

It turns out that ten years have passed, and he still has something to be attached to in this world.

……

"Oh, my majesty!" Wang Laifu was startled when he saw Xuan Lan's blood-dripping hand, and quickly went up to him and said, "What's wrong with your hand?!"

Xuan Lan pursed the corners of her lips, seeing him hurriedly asking for a doctor, suddenly said: "Wang Laifu."

"Your Majesty, the old slave is here!" Wang Laifu hurriedly responded, "What orders do you have?"

Xuan Lan said: "You used to serve in the mother's harem."

"You still remember." Wang Laifu said: "The old slave was indeed a person next to the Queen Mother in the past."

"Then tell me." Xuan Lan squinted his eyes: "Why did Jiang Jintang kill his mother, but the mother asked him to explain to me, don't hate him?!"

Wang Laifu trembled all over, and fell to his knees on the ground: "This, how does this old slave know..."

"You are not surprised by the queen mother's last words." Xuan Lan sneered: "And you said you didn't know?!"

Wang Laifu froze: "Old slave..."

Xuan Lan sat down on the chair and said, "If you don't tell me today, you don't have to follow me back to the capital."

Wang Laifu lay on the ground, hesitated for a long time, kowtowed heavily to Xuan Lan, and said: "Your Majesty has a question, this old servant dare not not answer."

"Before the late emperor passed away, he left a secret order ordering four ministers to take care of his life..." Wang Laifu said in a trembling voice, "Keep the mother and keep the son."

Xuan Lan suddenly opened her eyes wide: "What did you say?!"

Wang Laifu was shaking like a sieve: "The first emperor was afraid that his relatives would dominate the government and the empress dowager would listen to the government behind the curtain, so he secretly ordered the four ministers to leave their mothers and keep their children, and gave the empress dowager a glass of poisoned wine."

"At that time, Nine Thousand Years Old's foundation was unstable, and it was the Empress Dowager who begged him...to do it."

Wang Laifu said: "The Empress Dowager begs Lord Qiantose to treat you well, she is willing to use her life to pave a way for Lord Qiantui to ascend to heaven, and use her death to shock the officials."

"Your Majesty's move." Wang Laifu took a deep breath, "I was also afraid that you... would get too close to Lord Qiantui. In the next few years, Lord Qiantui kept his promise and ignored you, fulfilling the wish of the Empress Dowager."

Wang Laifu raised his head, and saw that the wound on Xuanlan's palm was torn open again, and the blood kept dripping on the ground, but he didn't notice it, covered his eyes and smiled: "It turns out that Jiang Jintang never owed me."

His voice was choked up, and Nine Five Supreme seemed to be in tears.

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Volume Three: White Zang