Traitor, he is bent on death

"It's snowy and the road is slippery, and the wind is cold. My lord, be careful on the way back." Shanyue smiled and said, "I won't accompany you."

Meng He hurriedly said, "Go slowly."

When Shanyue returned to Ru's former residence, she saw Jiang Jintang lying on a chair and falling asleep.

He likes to be quiet, so there are very few servants in the mansion. The Chitose Mansion is always deserted and unpopular.

There are also disadvantages of having too few servants. For example, Jiang Jintang fell asleep here, and no one covered him with a blanket.

Shanyue sighed in her heart, took out a thick tiger skin to cover Jiang Jintang, and at the same time, made the charcoal fire in the smoker cage bigger, so as to drive Jiang Jintang out of the cold.

Seemingly warmed up, Jiang Jintang stretched his long eyebrows and turned over gently.

Shanyue looked at half of his cheek pressed against the chair, and suddenly thought of seeing Jiang Jintang for the first time six years ago.

At that time, his family was desperate and desperate, and countless cold arrows were pointed at him standing on the edge of the cliff. The handle of the knife in his hand was soaked with blood and was slippery. Coming out suddenly, like the first ray of light splitting the night, the moon is white and the wind is clear, Jiang Jintang asked him: "It's easy to want to die, but it's difficult to live. Do you want to live?"

He wanted to live, so from that day on he completely abandoned his past identity and became a brand new person with no past and no worries, until today.

After following Jiang Jintang for six years, Shanyue realized that when Jiang Jintang said, "It's easy to want to die, but difficult to live", he had already struggled in this hell on earth for countless years.

……

The cabinet proposed Lin Shanfang as the candidate for empress, and the Lin family had such a happy event. All of a sudden, there was a lot of traffic in front of the door, compliments and celebrations everywhere, and a lot of "handkerchiefs" appeared in Lin Shanfang's boudoir.

The only one who seems to be unhappy is Xuan Lan.

His original intention of choosing Lin Shanfang was to make Jiang Jintang unhappy, and asked him to push the matter forward, but unexpectedly, Jiang Jintang agreed, and he agreed very frankly.

There was going to be a mistress in the palace, and the palace people were all beaming, but Xuan Lan threw things all over the floor in the imperial study.

Wang Laifu stood outside the door, his heart trembled when he heard a sound, the little eunuch next to him whispered: "Master, why don't you go in and persuade Your Majesty?"

Wang Laifu groaned, and said: "Going in at this time, I think it's too long for me? Your Majesty is angry, except for Jiuqian, who can retreat unscathed?"

The little eunuch nodded receptively, and asked softly: "Isn't it a happy event to marry a wife? Miss Lin is gentle and beautiful, and she is His Majesty's cousin. Why is Your Majesty so angry?" He scratched his head and smiled: "I can't even marry a wife if I want to. Woolen cloth."

Wang Laifu knocked his whisk on the head, and said: "Can you compare with Your Majesty?"

The little eunuch rubbed his head, and hurriedly said: "Of course it can't be compared, that's all I'm saying... But why is Your Majesty unwilling to be a queen?"

Wang Laifu said meaningfully: "I have been looking at delicacies from mountains and seas all the time, can you eat rough wild vegetables?"

The little eunuch was even more at a loss: "Huh?"

Wang Laifu smiled inscrutablely: "Our Majesty, you have high eyesight."

With a bang, Xuan Lan's irritable voice suddenly came from the imperial study: "Wang Laifu, get the hell out of here!"

Wang Laifu was shocked, and hurriedly said: "The old slave is here!"

He sighed, and when he opened the door, he smelled a big smell of wine first, and then saw the mess everywhere, his eyelids twitched, and he said cautiously: "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Xuan Lan propped her hands on the sandalwood desk, her eyes darkened: "I want to leave the palace."

"Your Majesty... where does Your Majesty want to go?" Wang Laifu had an ominous premonition.

Soon, this ominous premonition came true, because Xuan Lan said: "Go to the Thousand Years Mansion."

His extremely handsome face was full of cloud: "I want to ask Jiang Jintang personally what he means!"

Wang Laifu was complaining in his heart, Shaodi was furious and half drunk, if he confronted Jiuqiantui, there would be a big scene, maybe nothing would happen to both sides, but they, the servants, would suffer .

No matter how reluctant he was, he didn't dare to disobey the emperor's will, so he ordered people to prepare chariots and horses.

Shanyue was startled when she received the news of the emperor's arrival. Before she could wake up Jiang Jintang, Xuan Lan rushed in aggressively. He was tall and long-legged, and Wang Laifu had to take three steps if he took one step. His short legs were even rounded. Can't catch up, it looks very funny.

But Shanyue was not in the mood to read a joke, first she knelt down and saluted, and then said: "Your Majesty, Nine Thousand Years is still taking a nap..."

"Get out." Xuan Lan said coldly, "Get out of here."

Seeing his posture of raising a knife to kill, Shanyue dared not let him be alone with Jiang Jintang, so she bit the bullet and said, "Your Majesty, villain..."

Although Xuan Lan is young, the majesty of a superior person has not diminished in the slightest. His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was soft but ruthless: "If you don't get out, I'll have your head beheaded immediately, and you will be hanged." At the gate of Chitose Mansion."

Seeing that the situation is not good, Wang Laifu quickly pulled Shanyue over, and said in a low voice: "Listen to our family's advice, let's go."

Shanyue bit her lips, took a deep breath, "...the villain will leave."

Xuan Lan didn't give him a look, and walked straight through the corridor to the pavilion.

Shanyue's fingers clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging, staring at Xuanlan's back, Wang Laifu pulled Shanyue: "My lord, if you stay any longer, His Majesty will be angry!"

"Thank you, father-in-law." Shanyue suppressed her voice and said, "But I'm really worried..."

"Your Majesty has a sense of proportion." Wang Laifu persuaded, but he had no idea in his heart: "Nine thousand years old will be fine, let's go."

Shanyue took a last look at the pavilion, and saw that Xuan Lan had already arrived at Jiang Jintang's chair, unexpectedly, she didn't do anything, but stood there without moving.

Wang Laifu's urging came to her ears, Shanyue had no choice but to follow him out of the hanging flower arch.

……

Xuan Lan came here with the anger to chop Jiang Jintang into eighteen pieces, but when he came to Jiang Jintang and looked at his sleeping face with frown, he suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

It snowed heavily last night, and a thick layer had accumulated on the eaves and eaves. Outside the pavilion, a tree of red plums bloomed delicately and raucously, which caught people's attention. Jiang Jintang, who was sleeping under the red plums, was even more dazzling.

This person seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, his black eyebrows were slightly frowned, his soft and red lips were slightly pursed, his snow-colored cheeks were sunk in the soft animal fur, and there was a kind of coldness and indifference that was completely different from his usual Poor and cute.

Xuan Lan has always wondered why Jiang Jintang, a black-hearted and treacherous official, has such a troublesome appearance. It is written in the file that Jiang Jintang was born in a small village in the south of the Yangtze River. Could it be that the feng shui in the south of the Yangtze River supports people like this?

At this time, Jiang Jintang suddenly took a quick breath, his brows frowned even tighter, the knuckles of his fingers holding the blanket turned white, and he murmured something, but Xuan Lan didn't hear clearly, so he couldn't help getting closer, until he was almost close He touched Jiang Jintang's lips, and finally heard Jiang Jintang's hoarse voice: "Xuan Shen—"

Xuan Lan was taken aback suddenly.

He stared at Jiang Jintang tightly with eagle-like eyes, Jiang Jintang was haunted by a nightmare, cold sweat dripped from his white forehead.

Xuan Lan inevitably thought of those ridiculous rumors.

It was rumored that Jiang Jintang was the reincarnation of a vixen, so he was so captivating. Relying on this appearance, he climbed up the palace step by step, until he climbed to the dragon bed of the late emperor, coaxing the late emperor to trust him and take pity on him , making him nine thousand years old under ten thousand years old.

As a son of man, Xuan Lan should not have been involved in the affairs of his parents. In the past, there were many licentious emperors. The first emperor just favored an eunuch, and his political achievements are beyond reproach.

Besides, Xuan Lan didn't believe that his holy father would be deceived by Jiang Jintang, because he was the only son, so he was almost brought up by the late emperor since he was a child. He knew that his father was not someone who would be fascinated by sex.

But at this moment, in Jiang Jintang's deep dream, the name of the late emperor was called out.

The rumors that have always been considered absurd are like a prairie fire, burning in Xuan Lan's heart.

He remembered his mother's indifferent expression when he mentioned Jiang Jintang when he was young, remembered that when Jiang Jintang entered the imperial study, he would be taken out by the palace maid, remembered...

The corners of Xuan Lan's eyes were red, and his voice was weird: "Jiang Jintang, who were you calling just now?"

Jiang Jintang was already a little awake, but his consciousness was still fuzzy. His eyelashes trembled, and when he saw Xuan Lan's face in front of him, his breathing became short of breath, "Xuan Shen...you fell into my dream again."

Why bother to be so lingering.

These words undoubtedly added fuel to the flames. With a loud bang, the small table with the black and white chess pieces was overturned. Xuan Lan pressed Jiang Jintang firmly on the chair, his slender fingers pinched Jiang Jintang's slender neck, and his voice was ruthless. : "Look clearly—who am I!"

His life was under the control of others, Jiang Jintang finally woke up, he looked at Xuan Lan's cold face, and froze for a moment: "...Your Majesty?"

Xuan Lan sneered: "Which Majesty is the nine-thousand-year-old called? Is it Zhen, or... my father?"

Jiang Jintang's expression turned cold all of a sudden, and his pale Adam's apple twitched: "Does Your Majesty want my minister's life?"

"What if I say yes?"

Jiang Jintang sighed: "Then please Your Majesty."

Xuan Lan withdrew his hand abruptly, and forced to ask: "Why did you agree to let Lin Shanfang enter the palace as the queen!?"

Jiang Jintang seemed a little puzzled: "Miss Lin is His Majesty's cousin, she already has a youthful affection, but now she is slim, gentle and dignified, she can be called a queen... Besides, isn't this her Majesty's own choice?"

Xuan Lan gritted his teeth, and suddenly sneered again: "Nine thousand years old is used to appreciating beauties, and not long ago he said that he has a deep-rooted love for Princess Fulu, and today I know that Lin Shanfang is graceful, gentle and dignified?"

Jiang Jintang frowned.

This son of a bitch talks as soon as he talks, but he still presses on him and says, the young man is tall and heavy, Jiang Jintang's sick and frail body can't help him press, his ribs are aching, he stretches out his hand and pushes Xuan Lan: "Your Majesty, get up and talk."

But Xuan Lan grabbed his hand and stared into his eyes: "Speak clearly before getting up."

"..." Jiang Jintang sighed, and said: "Yes, I ride a horse around the capital all day long, just to see which girls are beautiful, and I love the other, is Your Majesty satisfied?"

Xuan Lan was not satisfied.

Even hotter.

He squeezed Jiang Jintang's chin, the skin of the tentacles was smooth and cool, like high-quality suet jade, his fingers trembled, and his words became more aggressive: "Nine thousand years old is not a pick, if I was born nine thousand years old like this With such a beautiful face, I feel that all women in the world are not worthy of me, don't nine thousand years old feel that I am at a disadvantage?"

Jiang Jintang thought to himself that now you feel that all the women in the world are not good enough for you, what to do with me, he thinks that Xuanlan has a childish temper, and he is willing to talk to him: "There is no way to suffer, you can't be lonely." Pause Dun, "Have you been drinking?"

The palace is very strong after drinking, Xuan Lan was a little clear before, but now his eyes are a little loose.

He ignored Jiang Jintang's inquiry, but stared straight at his lips. Jiang Jintang's face was pale, but his lips were rosy, and they looked extremely soft, like the best bunch of peonies blooming in the imperial garden in spring. Not only beautiful, but also There is also a faint fragrance.

Xuan Lan suddenly wondered whether the lips were as soft as he thought, and lowered his head involuntarily to verify his thoughts——

Jiang Jintang's pupils shrank, and he turned his face quickly, and Xuan Lan's lips were printed on his cheek.

Xuan Lan failed to get what he wanted, and took a bite of his cheek in retaliation. Jiang Jintang suffered from pain, and slapped him on the face in anger: "Your Majesty, respect yourself!"

Xuan Lan was sobered up by this slap, and after realizing what he had done, he felt unspeakably horrified, stood up quickly, took three steps back, stared at Jiang Jintang like a ghost, and then was furious: "Jiang Jintang , you dare to hit me?!"