Traitor, he is bent on death

Jiang Jintang only came out of the imperial study when it was almost dark, and She Yi stood outside waiting for him.

Seeing She Yi's expression, Jiang Jintang knew that it was not easy to deal with, so he coughed twice as soon as he came out.

"..." She Yi frowned, stepped forward to support him: "When will you care about yourself?"

Seeing that his expression looked better, Jiang Jintang said, "I'm fine."

She Yi sneered: "Yes, you're fine, it's just that you're going to die soon."

Jiang Jintang said helplessly, "See Qing."

She Yi said: "Jiang Jintang, I still don't know what you are planning. If I were you, I would kill the emperor and drag Xuan Shen's body out to flog his body. I don't care what the history books say about me."

Jiang Jintang smiled and said, "It would be great if everything could be this simple."

She Yi doesn't like to think about problems, and she doesn't think too much about things that can be solved with a knife. Living like this is actually very good.

Jiang Jintang stepped into the sunset and said, "Tell me if you have something to say."

"Did you listen to what I said?" She Yi said, "If you don't listen to what I said, it's better not to say it."

Jiang Jintang: "If you want to say that you go and kill Xuan Lan now, and then you support me as emperor, then it goes without saying."

"you……"

"I don't like it." Jiang Jintang said softly: "The tall ones are lonely, the higher you are, the more lonely you are. I don't like it."

She Yi pursed her lips.

"Let's talk about it." Jiang Jintang looked up at the Huoshaoyun in the sky, and said, "Xuan Lan didn't apologize to me, you two are going to kill him for what."

"He is Xuan Shen's son!" She Yi said sharply, "The reason why Xuan Shen treats you like this is to keep his throne!"

"But it's not Xuan Lan's fault." Jiang Jintang said calmly, "Xuan Shen was only nine years old when he died, and he was just a child. Jianqing, do you want me to have blood feud with a child?"

"It shouldn't be clear like this." Jiang Jintang said: "Whoever owes the debt should be repaid. Xuan Shen's sin should not be borne by Xuan Lan."

She Yi was silent for a long time, before she sneered: "Speaking so much, in fact, you just don't want to part with it."

He stared at Jiang Jintang's face and said, "You like him, you are pleasing to him, but you can't bear him to die, and you can't even bear to hate him."

Jiang Jintang paused.

Standing under the warm light, he has a beautiful posture and a moonlike charm, and his spirit is clear and bone-like. It is a scenery, "What do you want to hear from me?"

She Yi gritted her teeth and said, "You are..."

Jiang Jintang lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "Jianqing, if you don't want to hear what I have to say, don't ask any more."

In the distance, a group of palace people walked down the path with their heads lowered and their eyes focused. Their faces were still immature. It could be seen that they were all half-grown children, but they were already trying to make a living in this bottomless palace.

She Yi asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I seem to have seen myself back then." Jiang Jintang said, "It was the same when I first entered the palace."

She Yi looked over subconsciously. There were layers of red walls in the palace, and the palace people passed by, like beasts imprisoned in a cage. He couldn't help but wonder what Jiang Jintang looked like back then.

"People in the palace are all poor people." Jiang Jintang said, "It doesn't matter if they are palace people or the emperor."

"You go out of the palace first." Jiang Jintang turned to look at She Yi: "I know what you want to say."

She Yi clenched the knife in her hand: "Are you going to burn yourself to ashes again like you knew your doom ten years ago but still walked on this road?"

Jiang Jintang didn't answer.

……

Xuan Lan leaned against the bed, and outside the tent was a palace servant kneeling on the floor.

The emperor was losing his temper and refused to take medicine. Wang Laifu was still on his way back to Beijing, and there was not even anyone to persuade him.

When Jiang Jintang walked in, the palace people seemed to be pardoned.

He opened the gauze curtain and looked at Xuan Lan coldly: "What are you doing?"

When Xuan Lan saw him, his expression immediately softened, and he covered his heart and said, "It hurts."

"..." Jiang Jintang walked to the side of the bed and sat down, and said, "Do you want to take medicine if it hurts you?"

Xuan Lan hugged his waist: "I don't want to drink."

Jiang Jintang also hated drinking medicine, but he could persuade Xuan Lan to drink it without changing his face: "Otherwise, I'll just give you a knife and make your death easier."

Xuan Lan raised his eyes and looked at him. The young man's eyes were still a little round, which made them appear smaller from such an angle, and the expression on his face was also very aggrieved: "Then you come."

"..." Jiang Jintang took a deep breath: "Xuan Lan, you are the emperor, do you think you are not ashamed?"

Xuan Lan said, "What's there to be ashamed of?"

"If someone looks too much and pulls out the eyeballs, they won't be able to see."

The palace servants kneeling outside shook in unison.

With a "slap", Jiang Jintang slapped Xuan Lan on the back of the head: "You always pick people's eyes, who did you learn from?"

"...I'll just talk about it." Xuan Lan said wearily, "I won't really pick their eyeballs."

Seeing him like this, Jiang Jintang felt a little helpless, and said, "Bring the medicine here."

Immediately, someone from the palace carefully brought over the still warm medicine bowl.

Jiang Jintang picked up the bowl and said, "Drink the medicine."

Xuan Lan started: "Don't drink, it's bitter."

Jiang Jintang held back his temper: "It's not bitter."

Xuan Lan looked at him for a while, and finally opened her mouth obediently.

Jiang Jintang fed him a spoonful, and the sour and bitter taste swept through his mouth, Xuan Lan frowned, and Jiang Jintang said, "Swallow it."

Xuan Lan swallowed a mouthful of the medicine, and pursed the corners of his lips. Before he could speak, Jiang Jintang fed the spoon to his lips again. When the bowl of medicine was empty, Xuan Lan said, "You don't think it's bitter."

Jiang Jintang put the medicine bowl on the low table next to him, and said, "It was... well."

Xuan Lan pressed him on the bed with great force, leaned over and kissed his lips, taking advantage of Jiang Jintang's astonishment, the tip of his tongue also stuck in, Jiang Jintang tasted the bitterness of the medicine in an instant.

Xuan Lan bit his lower lip again before panting and laughing: "Not bitter? Huh?"

Jiang Jintang: "..."

He just said that this bastard can't pretend to be good for a few days.

This dog thing.

Xuan Lan lay half on Jiang Jintang's body, and said, "Don't lie to me, I will believe everything you say."

Jiang Jintang raised his hand and gave him a slap. The force was not heavy, but the voice was loud. Xuan Lan's face tilted slightly. He licked his sharp canine teeth and said, "Kiss and slap? OK, then let me kiss a few more times." Down."

He grabbed Jiang Jintang's hand: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Jiang Jintang's heart heaved rapidly, "Xuan Lan, if your father knew what you were doing now, the coffin would be lifted."

Xuan Lan kissed his slender eyelids, and said: "If he could lift it, he would have done it long ago, and he still has to wait until now."

Jiang Jintang closed his eyes uncontrollably, and felt that Xuan Lan even licked the corner of his eyes too much, and slapped him on the head again: "You bastard!"

Xuan Lan buried her head in his neck and said, "I'm just a jerk to you."

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I'm short today, I know, but I'm justified (woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)