Traitor, he is bent on death

Xuan Ke always remembered that day.

At that time, he was also at an age when he was leaning on a leaning bridge on horseback and full of red-sleeve tricks. Jiang Anrong, the second son of the Jiang family, introduced him to Dingguo's mansion.

Jiang Anrong has a free and easy temper, and he didn't regard Xuan Ke as a prince. He hung shoulders and shoulders with him, and pointed at Jiang Yuyin who was turning over herbs in the yard with winking eyes: "Here, that's my sister. How is it? Isn't she pretty?"

Xuan Ke smiled: "Yes."

Jiang Yuyin is indeed very good-looking, and her temperament is even more gentle. It's no wonder that those who propose marriage have almost broken the threshold of Dingguo's mansion in recent days.

But he didn't feel anything. He just glanced at it very gentlemanly, and when he was about to look away, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a boy sitting on the swing of the old apricot tree.

The young man was wearing white clothes, with begonias embroidered with silver thread on the neckline. It happened that the sunshine in late spring was gentle, and the petals flying through the apricot tree fell on the young man's fair cheeks. It seemed that the spring sun favored him somewhat, and he looked extraordinarily soft. .

He noticed Xuan Ke's gaze, and raised his eyes to look over, so Xuan Ke saw a pair of spring-like eyes, and the world was silent for a moment, except for his heart beating like a drum.

"That's my younger brother, you've seen him before...but he was still young at that time, he hasn't been in good health these past few years, so he didn't come out much." Jiang Anrong saw Jiang Jintang, explained a few words to Xuan Ke, and left In the past, he taught him: "Why are you sleeping here again? It's windy outside, what if you catch a cold?"

The young man's voice was like broken Kunshan jade: "Sister is here, it's all right."

"Jiang Yuyin is just used to you." Jiang Anrong said fiercely, but stood behind Jiang Jintang and pushed the swing for him, saying: "I will go back to the border in a few days, maybe you will be crowned next time we meet."

Jiang Jintang rolled his eyes and smiled: "Didn't elder brother get engaged to sister Zhao's family? You will definitely come back when sister Zhao's filial piety is over and the wedding is over."

The smile on Jiang Anrong's face faded: "There are constant battles in the border sands, and it is not yet known whether there will be time for the wedding."

Xuan Ke walked slowly under the flower tree, Jiang Jintang raised his eyes and looked at him, about to stand up and salute, Xuan Ke said: "No need."

He paused and said, "When I saw you before, you were still young."

Jiang Jintang smiled: "I haven't been in good health in recent years, so I finally came out to bask in the sun today."

The boy's smile is pure and gentle, the petals of the apricot blossoms are flying, and he is still the most beautiful scenery in the rain of flowers.

For many years after that, Xuan Ke never saw Jiang Jintang showing that innocent, sincere, and soft smile again.

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Xuan Ke looked at Jiang Jintang's face in front of him, which was more delicate and beautiful than when he was a teenager. He loved Jiang Jintang more than ten years ago, but Jiang Jintang was cold year after year.

His fingers were opened by Jiang Jintang, and Jiang Jintang's eyes were full of undisguised disgust, "I don't need such disgusting love from you."

Xuan Ke laughed, he calmed down slowly, and said, "Since a long time ago, your attitude towards me and Xuan Lan is completely different."

Jiang Jintang swallowed all the blood from his throat, coughed twice, and said, "You don't deserve to compare with Xuan Lan."

"Do you know..." Jiang Jintang's voice was trembling: "When you asked Jiang Yuyin to marry me, I thought you really liked her. On the day she got married, I looked at Feng Guanxia's elder sister and said to her, She will be very happy."

He raised his eyes, bloodshot, "My brothers are not here, I sent her to marry, when she walked out of the gate of Duke Ding's mansion, she grabbed my hand and cried hard, I said, Sister, don't be afraid, Brother-in-law will definitely treat you very well."

"Back then, in the capital, who didn't envy Jiang Yuyin..." Jiang Jintang tightly gripped the corner of the table with his fingers: "No one knew that she was living a bad life. She said from different families that her husband didn't love her."

Xuan Ke said expressionlessly, "I don't think I treated him badly."

Jiang Jintang smiled: "No ill treatment?"

"What hurt her most was not that her husband didn't love her."

His voice choked up: "It's her husband who doesn't love her and wants to marry her for another person."

Jiang Anrong and Jiang Anlian are not in the capital all the year round. Among the flesh and blood, Jiang Jintang and Jiang Yuyin spend the most time together. She is only two years older than Jiang Jintang, but she takes care of her younger brother in everything, no matter what new things she gets. Stuff, or some novel story, the first thing that comes to mind is Jiang Jintang.

Jiang Jintang slashed at her heart.

Jiang Jintang couldn't imagine how Jiang Yuyin felt when he learned the truth about the story about King An asking to marry Jiang's daughter, which was sung in the capital. At that time, he naively thought that the world was as black and white as he saw. I can't see the loneliness under my sister's gentle smile, and I can't see the sadness in my sister's empty eyes.

That year when the Jiang family was imprisoned, Jiang Jintang tried every means to sneak into Prince An's mansion and meet Jiang Yuyin for the last time. Even at that time, Jiang Yuyin still didn't say anything. She was extremely pale, but she still smiled at her younger brother. Tell him to take good care of himself.

Finally, in the sudden wind and rain outside the window, she coughed a few times, took off the red ring from Zhaodian on her finger, put it on Jiang Jintang's finger, and said softly: "Ah Tang, this is when I got married. mine."

"She said that it was passed down to her by her grandmother, and that this ring will be passed on from generation to generation in Jiang's family." Jiang Yuyin raised her hand and touched her younger brother's thin cheek, tears streaming down her face: "Today, I put It's up to you."

"May the tens of thousands of souls of the Jiang family in the sky protect you, and the rest of your life will be safe and joyful, and you will live a long and prosperous life."

The next day, Jiang Yuyin hanged herself in the Jiegu Tower with a three-foot white silk.

These years, Jiang Jintang has been thinking about how he should meet Jiang Yuyin after his death.

How can he go to see Jiang Yuyin.

"Changning——" Xuan Ke grabbed his wrist: "No one can make decisions about love."

Jiang Jintang shook off his hand, "Don't say such high-sounding words to me."

He said sarcastically: "Isn't His Highness Wang An going to reunite? The one who married is still a cousin, so we will get closer and closer. On the big wedding day, I will definitely prepare a generous gift to congratulate His Highness on his new marriage."

Xuan Ke bent his lips: "If possible, I would like to marry you even more."

"..." Jiang Jintang said, "Get out."

Xuan Ke didn't get angry with him anymore, and said: "You take good care of your illness, I will come to see you again in a few days."

Jiang Jintang said: "There will be no next time."

Xuan Ke didn't care about his angry words, and said, "I'll go first."

After everyone had left, Jian Yuanjia turned around from behind the screen, looked at Jiang Jintang twice, and said, "Are you all right?"

Jiang Jintang shook his head: "It's okay."

Jian Yuanjia said: "King An talked a lot of nonsense when he came here this time. Could it be that he really misses you?"

Jiang Jintang's lips curled into a cold smile: "He came to make sure I'm still alive."

Jian Yuanjia was taken aback.

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyes and said, "The carriage is ready? Let's go when it's ready."

Jian Yuanjia crossed his arms and said, "The late emperor hid him very secretly, guess where?"

Jiang Jintang said lightly, "Fu Yuan Hall."

Jian Yuanjia scolded: "You fucking knew all along?!"

"I don't know." Jiang Jintang said, "I guess."

Jian Yuanjia didn't believe his nonsense, and said, "I've never seen anyone worse than you."

Jiang Jintang smiled.

The Fuyuan Hall has not been lived in for many years, and after the death of Concubine Zhenchun, it has basically become a cold palace. In fact, the entire harem is very empty. Except for a few concubines of the late emperor, there are no serious masters.

Shanyue pushed open the gate of Fuyuan Hall, and the dry pond was very conspicuous.

Those memories of sleeping with snakes in the past came to mind, Jiang Jintang pursed the corners of his lips, looked away, Jian Yuanjia opened the door of the side hall, a heavy gray musty smell came out from inside, Jian Yuanjia used the handkerchief Covering his mouth and nose, he walked to a row of Duobao Pavilions and turned the vase.

Behind Duobao Pavilion, a secret room appeared.

The three of them entered the secret room and walked along the passage to a relatively open space. They saw some things that could only survive. The strong rotten smell was extremely pungent. Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled and he saw the woman sitting on the bed. .

When Yaowanggu was slaughtered, Chen Shang, more than ten years later, Chen Shang was actually not too old, but his head was already full of white hair.

The girl's once youthful face became numb and cold. She looked at everyone's eyes without any warmth, but when they fell on Jiang Jintang, she paused, and then smiled strangely: "I remember you."

"Miss Chen." Jiang Jintang said warmly, "Long time no see."

"It's been a long time." Chen Chang raised his head and looked at the black dome. His voice was difficult because he hadn't spoken all year round: "The last time we met, I poured the bone-piercing fragrance for you myself."

Jiang Jintang didn't speak. He took two steps forward and saw that Chen Shang's hands were bound by chains made of black iron. Her body was so emaciated that it was almost skinny. Because she hadn't seen the sun all year round, she showed a sickly white color. Her sitting posture It was also very weird, normal people couldn't do this pose, Jiang Jintang soon realized that Chen Chang's legs were broken.

Chen Chang moved his wrist, causing the iron chain to rattle: "Actually, you hate me."

She looked at Jiang Jintang and murmured: "At that time, there were tears in your eyes. You told me that you didn't want to live anymore, but I didn't listen. I still poured the bone-piercing fragrance down for you."

She seemed to be crying but also smiled: "Because I caused you pain, Xuan Shen locked me here for ten years."

"He treats you really..." Chen Chang said strangely: "It's very special."

"He can't see others treating you harshly, and he can't see others making you sad, but your greatest pain and sorrow are all given by him."

"Miss Chen." Jiang Jintang said calmly: "Ten years have passed, and there is nothing to say about what happened back then."

"Your ten years have passed, but I will stay ten years ago forever." Chen Shang said hoarsely: "When Xuan Shen was dying, he told me something about you, do you want to hear it?"

"He said that if you want to hear it after ten years, I'll tell you again."

The author has something to say:

Compared with his father and uncle, the dog emperor looked very decent.

Thanks to peer set off.