Traitor, he is bent on death

People in the world say that the emperor is the true son of the dragon, but the emperor is no different from ordinary people when he is faced with an injury that almost kills him.

Xuan Lan had a high fever again, and did not finally wake up until the afternoon of the second day. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a snow-bright sword light.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Shanyue's expressionless face.

Xuan Lan smiled: "Why, you want to kill the king?"

Shanyue pursed her lips: "As long as you die, the master will be free."

Xuan Lan closed his eyes and said, "He is free, what then?"

"Either he died from all kinds of diseases, or he died from bleeding from his seven orifices. Which method of death do you think would be a relief for him?"

Shanyue's hand trembled, and she barely held the sword firmly.

Xuan Lan looked up at the roof of the tent, and said, "You think the world is a world of mortals, okay?"

Shanyue whispered, "Very good."

"He should go and see." Xuan Lan said: "He has lived in hatred for ten years, he should see ten miles of spring."

"You think..." Shanyue gritted her teeth and said, "If you say that, I won't kill you?"

Xuan Lan laughed out loud: "I'm just chatting with you...do you really think you can kill me?"

"Master Shanyue." Nie Xia rolled down from the beam and landed lightly on the ground: "It's because you are nine thousand years old that I didn't do anything."

Shanyue glanced at Nie Xia and remained silent.

Nie Xia poured a glass of water for Xuan Lan, moved Shanyue's sword tip away with two fingers, and brought the teacup in front of Xuan Lan.

Xuan Lan drank two sips of water, his dry throat finally felt a little better, he asked hoarsely, "Where's Jiang Jintang?"

"In the Imperial Study." Nie Xia sighed: "The capital is in chaos, and affairs are piled up like a mountain. If you don't deal with it, there will be no more papers in the Imperial Study."

"What are Gu Zhiyan and the others doing?!" Xuan Lan said coldly, "Xuan Gu Zhiyan has entered the palace and let him deal with it."

Nie Xia paused, and said: "Master Shoufu is already in the palace, he was invited by General Jiuqian."

Xuan Lan propped herself up and said, "Help me up."

"Your Majesty, Ms. Chen said that if your injury is opened again, she will not be able to save you. Please rest well and don't move easily."

Xuan Lan snorted: "Why should I listen to her?"

Nie Xia: "Ah, I just remembered, Jiu Qiansui gave an order before he left, saying that if you don't take good care of your wounds, he will go back to Jiangnan immediately."

Xuan Lan: "..."

Xuan Lan lay back and said, "Get out."

Nie Xia laughed, "Yes."

He glanced at Shanyue and said, "Let's go, Mr. Shanyue."

With a cold face, Shanyue put her sword back into its sheath, and went out with Nie Xia.

Nie Xia asked the palace servants to take good care of Xuan Lan, and then said to Shanyue: "Master Shanyue, why should you be angry? Love is like drinking water. If you know whether you are warm or cold, if you are nine thousand years old, you will have nothing to worry about. Your Majesty After dying a hundred times, he still does his own thing, why is he still dealing with government affairs in the royal study now."

Shanyue looked at Nie Xia with a relaxed expression, and said, "I think he is despicable."

"Yes." Nie Xia laughed out loud, "He is indeed despicable, but he is also...crazy."

He nodded on his heart, and said: "If the knife is a little bit off, he will die."

Shan Yue sneered and said: "Master Nie, my master doesn't know martial arts, he can't see it, can't you see it too, was that knife carefully calculated?!"

"Of course I can see it." Nie Xia smiled, he squinted his eyes and looked at the palace wall outside the Qianyuan Hall, and said softly: "If he can free Nine Thousand Years after his death, then he will go there without hesitation." die."

Shanyue was startled.

Nie Xia turned her head, looked into Shanyue's eyes, and said: "But he died, and the nine thousand years old died too, he couldn't bear it."

"I have been with Your Majesty for many years." Nie Xia said: "Our Majesty, the city is actually very deep. He went to the south of the Yangtze River to force Yin Yao to jump over the wall so that he can take this opportunity to get rid of the chronic diseases of the Shi family. , General Qin's soldiers and horses have already been prepared."

"He knew that King An's wedding was a signal to raise troops, but he still agreed to the marriage, because he was also waiting for this mutiny to reshuffle the capital." Nie Xia walked down the steps with a straight posture, as if a With a sharp sword out of its sheath, "If we hadn't learned the news a few days ago, we wouldn't have returned to Beijing in such a state of embarrassment."

Shanyue asked subconsciously: "What news?"

"The relationship between the south of the Yangtze River is intertwined." Nie Xia said, "But almost all of them are within Yin Yao's sphere of influence, except for one force."

Shanyue thought immediately: "Qingtianjiao!"

"Yes." Nie Xia said: "Qingtianjiao. Qingtianjiao has always used the slogan of eliminating flattery, assassinated Yin Yao's confidants many times in the south of the Yangtze River, and ransacked the shops under Yin Yao's name, forcing Yin Yao to take risks and ask the court for help. money."

"Actually, Qingtianjiao does the same thing as Wen Yucheng, so they have lived in peace all these years, turning Jiangnan into a breeding ground for desire. The greater the family's appetite, the greater the price of Dongchuang's incident."

Nie Xia lowered his eyelashes: "Half a month ago, His Majesty ordered the beheading of a group of officials involved in the incident. One of the officials was an internal agent of the Qingtian Sect. The Qingtian Sect organized a rescue. I found their lair and captured their Second in command, Yuan Niang."

"You must have heard of the eagle whistle method." Nie Xia said indifferently: "Oil can be squeezed from the bones of a dead person, let alone a living person. I asked the identity of the leader of Qingtian Sect."

"Could it be..." Shanyue had already guessed.

"Yes." Nie Xia said, "It's King An."

"Nine thousand years old must have known about this, so he returned to Beijing." Nie Xia shook his head: "Yin Yao thought he was the one who played chess, but he was just a chess piece for King An and Wen Yucheng. An The king thinks he is a chess player, but in fact he is just a nine thousand-year-old chess piece."

"King An is the leader of the Qingtian Sect. We immediately understood what he was going to do." Nie Xia narrowed his eyes: "If he wanted to be emperor, ten years ago was the best chance, but he didn't. Since he has no intention Emperor, why are you fighting for that chair?"

Shanyue murmured: "The corpses on the Jiegu Tower...restore the faces of Jiang's family when they died."

"He may... once wanted to force the master to fight for that chair by himself."

"Speaking of it." Nie Xia smiled: "The Xuan family is crazy at heart. King An plans to return justice to the Jiang family in ten years and walk a bright road for Jiu Qiansui, even though he is not a good person. Things, but... it can be regarded as fulfilled."

"Master knows everything..." Shanyue said blankly, "He has always known everything."

He took advantage of Xuan Ke's situation to give Xuan Lan a prosperous and peaceful life.

"Lord Shanyue." Nie Xia said, "In the end, I'll just tell you one thing."

"The spies I stayed with Wen Yucheng handed down a letter. Before Jiu Qiansui left Jiangnan, he had a secret conversation with Wen Yucheng. He said, 'Sometimes I feel that God is unfair to me, but sometimes I think that Xuanlan is probably Him. Give me compensation', these are the original words of Jiuqian."

"The world is very good, worthy of nostalgia."

……

In the imperial study room, Gu Zhiyan looked at Jiang Jintang who was sitting beside the desk, and said, "Everyone in the world says that he died at nine thousand years old."

"Yeah." Jiang Jintang said casually, "Master Shoufu just treat me as a dead person."

Gu Zhiyan's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

After a long time, he said: "When I look at you, I always feel as if I saw an old friend."

"Which old friend?" Jiang Jintang raised his eyes.

Gu Zhiyan looked at him for a long time before saying: "The 13th year champion of Guangyuan, Qilinzi of Dingguo Duke's mansion, my junior brother."

Jiang Jintang just smiled and said nothing.

Gu Zhiyan said in a deep voice, "I received a letter from Shouzhuo."

Jiang Jintang was not surprised.

"He said that he still hasn't been able to understand his way. He will find a place to hide from the world. When he understands it, he will leave the teacher." Gu Zhiyan said: "Maybe when I go to the earth, I won't be able to see him again. .”

"Everyone has their own way of living," Jiang Jintang said.

"Back then, the teacher told me that he took in a young student who was very intelligent." Gu Zhiyan said, "But at that time, I was ups and downs in my official life, and I have not been able to meet each other."

He raised his hand, saluted Jiang Jintang, and said, "15 years have passed, brother... you are late."

Jiang Jintang was silent for a moment, and then said: "Your Excellency, Mr. Shoufu, admitted the wrong person."

"You still refuse to..."

Jiang Jintang interrupted him and said, "I invited Lord Shoufu to come today to discuss how to deal with the matters of the Feng, Chen and Yin families. Now that His Majesty is ill, only adults can make decisions in the court."

Gu Zhiyan said in a low voice: "When the teacher passed away, I was the only one by my side. His comment to you was four words."

"—Huiji will be hurt."

Jiang Jintang paused.

The sun outside the window is warm, the capital is in summer, the flowers are alluring, the cicadas are singing endlessly, the palace people are catching the cicadas under the trees, and in the distance is the imperial garden with luxuriant vegetation.

Jiang Jintang was obviously bathed in the sun, but looked cold and cold.

"Huiji will hurt..." Jiang Jintang repeated these four words slowly, and smiled: "Teacher thinks highly of me."

"If you don't want to admit it, I won't force you." Gu Zhiyan sighed and said, "Before the teacher leaves, let me bring you a message."

"He said the moon doesn't cease to be the moon just because it fell into the muck."

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Gu Zhiyan bent down to pick up the memorial on the ground, and said, "If you don't want to catch up with me, then we'll get down to business."

Jiang Jintang stood by the window for a long time before saying, "Senior brother, I am no longer the moon hanging in the sky."

He laughed out loud: "I fell into the silt and turned into silt. I can't separate them anymore, I can only be entangled."

But one day, when he looked up, he saw the sun.

Blazing, warm, hanging in the sky, so high, so far away, just like himself once.

He had delusions again.

He doesn't want to sink anymore, he wants to escape, but there are countless bones and blood in the mud, so heavy, so heavy.

One hand at a time, dragging him deeper.

His hands were stained with blood, and he was supposed to sink into the abyss, into the mud plow.

How dare you seek the light of the red sun.