Traitor, he is bent on death

Feng Qian, dressed in coarse cloth, got off the cart pulled by a donkey. There was a tea shed in front of him. Fan Ling had already ordered a pot of tea, and the group took a rest here.

The sun was high, and the business of the tea shed was good. Feng Qian sat down on the greasy bench with a cold face, and listened to the peddler at the next table talking loudly: "I heard that His Majesty will personally investigate this case, and the festival will make it impossible for Mr. Nan Feng to escape. Slightly."

"Speaking of this Yin Yao... We have been exploited by him a lot these years." Some people complained a lot: "As long as he takes [-]% of the goods from the south of the Yangtze River, he will take [-]% of the profits. The officials need to take care of it, and all the hard-earned money we have survived from exhaustion will be given to that surnamed Yin to raise his little wife!"

"Who says it's not!" Someone sighed: "Usually, people say that Jiu Qiansui is a treacherous official. In my opinion, this eunuch at least didn't extract oil from my bones. Yin Yao is really not a thing!"

Fan Ling lifted the teapot and poured Feng Qian a cup of tea, and asked, "What do you think, my lord?"

Feng Qian sneered: "What else can I think? Jiangnan's affairs have been exposed, Yin Yao has no good fruit to eat, how can our Feng family be better."

"Young Master, it's good to understand this." Fan Ling said: "I know that young master is young and jealous, but this is what this world is like. As long as you are wandering in the world of mortals, if you want to be innocent, that is absolutely impossible."

Feng Qian pursed his lips and said nothing.

Fan Ling squinted his eyes and looked at the hills in the distance, and said: "The emperor wants to solve the disaster in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Yin family will definitely jump over the wall. Tell me, what kind of turmoil will the current capital city be like?"

The teacup in his hand fell on the table, and he smiled: "Nine thousand years old is rushing back to Beijing at this time of year, so what kind of heart do you have?"

Feng Qian remembered the person he caught a glimpse of last time, and subconsciously said, "I heard that he is seriously ill."

"His illness has never been better." Fan Ling put his hands in his sleeves and said, "But his methods are not necessarily gentle."

Feng Qian frowned and said: "Who told you this, I mean that he is sick, and the journey back to the capital is long, the journey should be very uncomfortable."

"..." Fan Ling said dumbly, "Do you care about him?"

"Just talking casually." Feng Qian took a sip of tea and said, "If I knew that going to the south of the Yangtze River would be so embarrassing, I would never agree to my father."

"Who asked Jiang Jintang to get involved." Fan Ling sighed: "This person's tricks are unpredictable, and I am willing to bow down. Since I am not an opponent, why not take the best plan?"

Feng Qian sneered: "It turns out that Mr. Fan, whose heart is higher than the sky, would feel ashamed."

"There are people beyond people, but there is a sky beyond the sky." Fan Ling said: "I have only admired three people in my life."

Feng Qian asked curiously, "Which three?"

"The first one is my teacher who has lived in seclusion for many years, Mr. Yan Yunyi." Fan Ling said slowly: "The second one is Gu Zhiyan, the chief assistant of the court."

Feng Qian obviously didn't think highly of Gu Zhiyan, and said, "It's just an old man who is kind."

Fan Ling smiled and said: "If you change someone, you can't keep the status of a humble scholar among the young emperor, aristocratic family and powerful officials. Only Gu Zhiyan has this ability."

Feng Qian was taken aback, "What about the third one?"

"The third one is the first emperor." Fan Ling said.

Feng Qian snorted: "Didn't you say that Jiang Jintang was treacherous and unpredictable, and you are willing to bow down?"

"Jiang Jintang is no more than a puppet operating under the check and balance of the late emperor." Fan Ling smiled: "He is so unpredictable, and still can't escape the late emperor's schemes, who do you think is more terrifying?"

Feng Qian didn't understand what Fan Ling meant, and Fan Ling didn't intend to continue, but said: "I received a secret letter from your father last night."

"what?"

Fan Ling said: "He asked me to take you to Hengzhou."

"Hengzhou?!" Feng Qian exclaimed in astonishment, "What are you doing in Hengzhou so far away?!"

"Yes." Fan Ling said inexplicably, "What are you doing to take you to a place as far away as Hengzhou?"

……

Jiang Jintang returned to the capital on the occasion of Huai Xu.

When I left, the spring grass was first born, and when I came back, the flowers were already blooming in Beijing.

The charming eyes of the capital, which is still prosperous, represent the highest authority of the entire great cause.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Qiantui Mansion, Jiang Jintang coughed, and Shanyue helped him get out of the carriage, the young man who had been waiting at the entrance for a long time hurried forward and looked at him with clean eyes: "You...you are back. "

Jiang Jintang looked at Qin Sang, smiled, reached out and stroked his hair, and said softly, "Have you grown taller?"

Qin Sang nodded, "I've grown a little taller."

Having been raised in the Thousand-year-old Mansion for the past few months, Qin Sang looked much stronger and fairer than when he first came, and looked more and more like a noble young man. His eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Jiang Jintang's. Jiang Jintang looked at him Sometimes, there will always be some trance.

Jiang Jintang took Qin Sang's hand, walked into the mansion, asked him about his homework, Qin Sang answered all of them.

This kid is smart and can learn everything quickly. Although he was squeezed out when he first went to the Imperial College, he has a strong fist. Now he is the number one bully in the Imperial College. Even Jijiu has a headache when he sees him. It is better to pretend to be good in front of Jiang Jintang very similar.

Jiang Jintang and Qin Sang had lunch together when the housekeeper hurried in, "Master Qiantui, King An is here."

Jiang Jintang frowned in disgust, paused, but said, "Please come in."

The butler was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Yes."

Qin Sang looked at Jiang Jintang: "Don't you like King An?"

Jiang Jintang looked down at the ring on his index finger and smiled: "I don't like it."

Qin Sang said: "If you don't like it, why do you want to see him?"

Jiang Jintang didn't speak.

Xuan Ke came over soon.

He was dressed in white today, and he looked even taller and more elegant. Standing there, he looked like a bright moon in his arms, and a jade tree facing the wind.

"Changning." Xuan Ke chuckled lightly, "Long time no see."

Jiang Jintang said softly, "Show Your Highness some tea."

The old housekeeper served Xuan Ke a cup of hot tea, Xuan Ke sat down on the chair, his eyes fell on Qin Sang, and said: "This child..."

Jiang Jintang didn't like Xuan Ke, and Qin Sang didn't like it either. The young man didn't hide his dislike at all, and looked at Xuan Ke with cold eyes, not like a child anymore.

Xuan Ke was puzzled: "This king...has offended you?"

Qin Sang said: "No."

Xuan Ke narrowed his eyes: "Chang Ning, this child really resembles you in both looks and temper."

"Don't they all say that I am Jiang Jintang's illegitimate son?" Qin Sang said, "I am his son."

Xuan Ke smiled, ignoring the child's provocation, Qin Sang wanted to say more, but a warm hand fell on the top of his hair, Jiang Jintang said warmly: "Qin Sang, go practice calligraphy, don't you still have some money?" Haven't you finished writing the big characters?"

Qin Sang lowered her head, "Then I'll go first."

"Go." Jiang Jintang signaled the housekeeper to take Qin Sang away, leaving only Jiang Jintang and Xuan Ke in the room.

Jiang Jintang picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said, "Your Highness is so leisurely, where have you been these days?"

Xuan Ke was not surprised that he knew about his departure from Beijing, and said: "Changning, you went to Jiangnan, but you didn't tell me in advance. Don't ask me where I'm going."

Jiang Jintang scoffed.

A pair of glass-like eyes under his slender eyelashes reflected Xuan Ke's face, and he suddenly said: "The crabapple in the south of the Yangtze River is blooming, and the crabapple in the capital should be opening soon."

"The begonias are blooming, and your birthday is coming soon." Xuan Ke said, "I have a very special gift for your birthday this year."

Jiang Jintang frowned: "What?"

"If you don't say it in advance, it won't be interesting."

Jiang Jintang said coldly, "What are you looking for from me?"

"I just miss you." Xuan Ke said softly, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Jintang's jaw line tightened, as if restraining something, Xuan Ke got up and patted him on the back, saying, "I miss you, are you going to be angry too?"

"Xuan Ke——" Jiang Jintang stared at Xuan Ke's face: "You were the one who kowtowed and begged my elder sister to marry me!"

Lifting up Jiang Yuyin, the smile on Xuan Ke's face faded away, and at this moment he finally revealed his true self, he traced Jiang Jintang's eyebrows and eyes with his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "But Changning, you know, I want to marry you The person, it's you."

With a "click", the teacup in Jiang Jintang's hand was smashed to the ground, and he said coldly, "—shut up."

Xuan Ke smiled: "Look, don't you know that I love you if I don't tell you?"

"...shut up." Jiang Jintang said word by word: "I tell you to shut up!"

Xuan Ke's expression also turned cold: "Chang Ning, don't you think you are going too far? You allow Xuan Lan to pester you, but not me..."

"Xuan Yuanjin!" Jiang Jintang stood up and took a deep breath: "If you talk about this again, get the hell out of here now."

"I admit it." Xuan Ke said: "I was wrong when I asked to marry your sister, but Chang Ning—"

His eyes were red, and he looked at Jiang Jintang: "If the Jiang family allows me to take you away, the story will have a different ending many years ago!"

Jiang Jintang grabbed him by the hem of his clothes, with bruises on the back of his hands: "You have hurt Jiang Yuyin all her life, do you know...she loves you so much!"

"Xuan Ke, you are so despicable." Jiang Jintang coughed, his throat was full of blood, and his voice was hoarse: "You don't love her, why did you marry her?!"

"You don't know why?" Xuan Ke laughed out loud, "Because...she looks like you."

"Look..." His fingers stroked Jiang Jintang's browbones lightly, and said, "Your eyes...are really similar."

"Changning, you can't blame me..." His voice seemed to be laughing, but also crying: "Whoever let me see you for the first time, I like you so much...I like you so much that I go crazy."

Xuan Ke's gentle appearance at this time is very different from his usual gentle appearance. The emotion in his eyes is frighteningly frantic: "I kowtowed and worshiped Jiang Yuyin three times from the gate of the palace back then to the Jinluan Palace to ask to marry Jiang Yuyin, but every step I took, every step I thought about It's you."

"Sometimes I'm very strange." Xuan Ke murmured: "You said that I am such a cold-hearted person, why did I fall in love with you?"

"From now on, if it has not changed for many years, it will never be restored?"

The author has something to say:

Xuan family's mad dog gene... Tsk.