Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang's white fingers were covered with blood.

Xuan Ke died, but he didn't feel happy.

It turns out that many things, after the years have passed, were not available back then, but it is meaningless to get them now.

Jiang Jintang bent down slightly, and pulled out the long sword in Xuan Ke's abdomen. Blood dripped on the luxurious white jade bricks, like dark red flowers blooming.

He stood up straight and looked at Xuan Lan.

With a sound of "Boom", Xuan Lan dropped the long sword in his hand, stepped forward two steps, and said softly: "Are you going to kill me?"

Nie Xia was startled: "Your Majesty!"

Xuan Lan didn't seem to hear his words, he just walked towards Jiang Jintang step by step.

Probably no one will know that he has gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and worked day and night to finally return to the capital on this day, just to say to the one he loves, a happy birthday.

The situation in the south of the Yangtze River is changing rapidly. Xuan Lan spent a lot of sleep and food in dealing with government affairs, and finally left for Beijing eight days ago. The convoy was assassinated on a large scale just after leaving Huazhou City. The terrain and the number of people are extremely large. After one battle, the losses were heavy.

Two-thirds of the guards were dead. Nie Xia and Wang Laifu knelt on the ground and asked him to rest for two days before returning to Beijing, but he couldn't wait anymore.

People in the world often say that if you don't see each other for a day, it's like three autumns. He and Jiang Jintang haven't seen each other for a hundred years, so how can he wait.

"A Tang." Xuan Lan's voice was a little hoarse, and he finally approached Jiang Jintang, raised his hand to wipe off a little blood stained on his fair cheek, and asked slowly, "Do you want to listen to Xuan Ke and kill me?"

In fact, he should have died in Jiangnan long ago.

When Wen Yucheng appeared on the official road with the private soldiers raised by the Yangzhou prefect's mansion, there were no more than a hundred people behind Xuan Lan.

The hatred in Wen Yucheng's eyes was so clear, like a scorching sword, wanting to cut him into pieces, "I begged His Majesty, let him go."

Xuan Lan stared at Wen Yucheng, and said, "Unless there is loess and white bones, I can't do it."

Wen Yucheng sneered: "All of you say you love him...just to satisfy your own selfish desires."

"That's between me and Jiang Jintang, it's not your turn to take care of it." Xuan Lan said coldly, "What's the relationship between you and the people of Qingtian Sect?"

Wen Yucheng was not surprised that he guessed that the assassin who intercepted the emperor before was a member of the Qingtian Sect, and said softly: "It's just a cooperative relationship."

"I promised others that you will be buried in Jiangnan."

Seeing it poorly, but that's it, hundreds of elites raised by the prefect's mansion swarmed up, and the guards were no match at all. Nie Xia desperately wanted to send Xuan Lan away, but was shot in the shoulder blade by an arrow. The two of them had probably never met in their lives. At this moment of embarrassment, Nie Xia lay on the ground, pulled out his arrow, and gasped, "Your Majesty, I really have to confess here today."

Xuan Lan was covered in blood. With the long sword in his hand, he half knelt on the ground, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"I know that Your Majesty still has unfulfilled wishes, so I'm not reconciled." Nie Xia sighed, "Actually, I... also have unfulfilled wishes."

His eyes reflected the blue sky and white clouds, and he even laughed at this time: "But people, when the time comes, you just have to accept your fate."

Surrounded by several people, Wen Yucheng got off his horse, looked at the young emperor with his hands in his sleeves, and said indifferently: "You are very smart, if my teacher is still alive, I should appreciate you very much, but you also have fatal weakness."

"You can't sit still when you hear about King An's big wedding." Wen Yucheng smiled: "You guessed that Yin Yao would use the big wedding to take advantage of the opportunity to rebel. Let me guess, His Majesty returned to Beijing in such a hurry , are you worried about Jiang Jintang, or...your own throne?"

"I said it was for Jiang Jintang, do you believe me?"

Wen Yucheng smiled: "No."

"You Xuanjia, you can't produce good people." He said slowly: "I guess His Majesty is for the throne."

Xuan Lan smiled coldly and did not speak.

Wen Yucheng took a longbow from Fubing. Seeing that he was gentle and thin, but with amazing arm strength, he pulled the longbow to the full moon, and put a blue arrow on the bow. He said with a smile: "Today I use If Qinglan kills you with an arrow, I will use your blood to sacrifice thousands of dead souls of Qinglanwei."

"Wen Yucheng!" Nie Xia gritted his teeth and said, "Can you bear the charge of killing the king?!"

"I'm alone, so I can't afford it." Wen Yucheng snorted softly, "I've heard of Nie Liulang's reputation, but it's a pity that you sacrificed your life for the royal family, otherwise you and I might still be able to hold a long talk."

The blood groove of Qinglan Arrow was extremely deep, like a ferocious beast, one bite would drain human blood.

Wen Yucheng said sharply: "The Xuan family owes Jiang Jintang, Xuan Lan, I want you to pay with your life."

"Take a word to Jiang Jintang." Death was near, but Xuan Lan said hoarsely: "Just say..."

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and the long arrow flew out, and it was nailed to the ground next to Xuan Lan with a "clank". Wen Yucheng gritted his teeth and said, "Maybe I will regret letting you go today in the next few decades."

He took a deep breath and said, "No...I'm not letting you go."

"I just don't want him to be sad."

Wen Yucheng turned around and stepped on his horse. He looked at the blue sky and didn't know whether his decision today was to save Jiang Jintang or push him into the endless abyss.

He has been dormant in Yangzhou for several years, and secretly controlled the entire prefect's mansion. He watched Yin Yao become more and more rampant in the south of the Yangtze River with cold eyes. Yin Yao, a worm in the country, will start from the south of the Yangtze River and gradually reach the capital, and give this handle to Jiang Jintang so that he can uproot the family. It is best for him to ascend the throne and become emperor, reverse the case for the Jiang family, and rewrite the story. history books.

Both Wen Yucheng and Xuan Ke know that no emperor is willing to open a case that has been concluded and let his father's vicious schemes be laid out in front of the eyes of the whole world. Dignity trampled on.

As long as Xuan Lan is still alive, the Jiang family has little hope of overturning the case. Only when the history books are rewritten can the Jiang family's stigma be washed away.

To this end, he planned for ten years.

Today, killing Xuan Lan with one arrow would be a great achievement, but unfortunately, he has already been unable to do so.

He remembered that before Jiang Jintang left Jiangnan, he sat in a wheelchair and watched the falling flowers outside the window, and said for a long time: "Sometimes I feel that God is unfair to me, but sometimes I think that Xuanlan is probably His compensation for me."

Wen Yucheng closed his eyes fiercely, and said, "Xuan Lan, if you have something to say to him, just tell him yourself."

In the distance ten miles away, there are gorgeous Qionghua, he thought, so I have never been a teacher, and finally remembered what the teacher taught, only the elder brother and the younger brother.

I wandered among the world of mortals, turned upside down for ten years, exhausted all schemes and schemes, and forced him to take the road of revenge every step of the way, but in the end I still handed over the right to choose to him.

It turns out that I still hope that he can really live for himself once.

……

There was silence in the Golden Luan Hall.

Jiang Jintang raised his thick eyelashes, revealing pupils like glass, on which Xuan Lan's embarrassed posture was printed.

He smiled calmly: "What am I going to kill you for?"

He held Xuan Lan's hand, put it close to his ear and said, "Xuan Lan, I really did you a big favor."

"Look, all the threats to your pro-government are dead."

The fragrance of Leng Tang on Jiang Jintang's body became more and more intense. He leaned lightly on Xuan Lan's shoulder, closed his eyes, and said, "In the future, you will definitely be a wise king."

"Ding Guogong's young master died ten years ago." He said softly: "I linger on in this world, but just to wait for today to come, the traitor died in the rebellion. This is what I gave myself ten years ago. set the end."

"Ah Tang..." Xuan Lan hugged him in a panic, "Don't talk nonsense..."

Jiang Jintang smiled: "I will give you a prosperous world..."

He coughed twice, with blood dripping from the corner of his lips, but his voice was still steady: "I want you to reverse the case for Jiang."

"I want you to put Xuan Shen's actions in front of everyone in the world."

"I want you to personally bury my relatives."

He laughed out loud: "If I want Xuan Shen to watch from the sky, I, Jiang Jintang, never accept my fate."

"Ah Tang!" Xuan Lan's voice trembled, "What's wrong with you? You..."

Jiang Jintang rubbed against his neck, with a look of nostalgia, he said: "You love me, you will agree, right?"

"A Tang..."

Jiang Jintang pulled out the dagger from Xuan Lan's waist, put it in his hand, and said with a smile, "Kill me."

"Your country will be clean from now on."

"I wish Your Majesty, your name will last forever and be immortal."

The handle of the knife in his hand was already icy cold to the bone, but Xuan Lan felt his heart was even colder.

"You already knew that Wen Yucheng would not kill me, right?" Xuan Lan hissed, "You used your life to force me."

"I didn't force you." Jiang Jintang sighed, "I'm just... too tired from living."

"Kill me, and you will be free." Jiang Jintang said, "Xuan Lan, I never hated you."

"If we weren't born at this time..." At this point, he suddenly smiled: "There has never been an if in this world."

"I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, nor do I believe in fate." Xuan Lan pinched his chin and kissed him hard on the lips, but a tear fell from his eyes and hit Jiang Jintang's cheek.

He looked at Jiang Jintang's skin that looked like a meticulous painting, "You think you are doing it for my own good... but it's like the dragon chair that Xuan Ke gave you, and I don't want the prosperity and peace you gave me."

Jiang Jintang was slightly startled: "Xuan Jiaye..."

Xuan Lan smiled at him, the young man was in high spirits, this smile was clear and reckless.

He hugged Jiang Jintang into his arms, as if he wanted to melt him into his own flesh and blood. Jiang Jintang had a premonition and wanted to hold his hand in a panic, but Xuan Lan had already raised his dagger and stabbed him hard. into his heart.

Jiang Jintang instantly felt the hot blood splashed on his face, like the karma of the world in the illusion of Sanqing.

"What the Xuan family owes you...I will pay you back." Xuan Lan placed a light kiss on his cheek.

"The name will last forever, and it will be immortal forever, but it can't be compared to the world without you."

The author has something to say:

Real men like to stab themselves.

Today, my friend told me that my name is so that people have no desire to read it. Is my name really so rubbish? ?