Traitor, he is bent on death

"From July to December last year, sixteen sums of money were allocated to Jiangnan, big and small. Now that it has arrived in Mengchun, the frontier has to allocate military salaries and supplies. If the money is allocated this time, will the soldiers on the frontier eat grass roots? Is the bark going to fight?" Jiang Jintang's voice was not loud, but his tone was cold, "Your Majesty is not afraid of the cold in the hearts of the soldiers."

Xuan Lan said, "Are the people in Jiangnan going to die?!"

Jiang Jintang closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Hasn't Your Majesty thought about how serious the disaster in Jiangnan is, so that the Jiangnan Jiedu envoy is still asking the court for money?!"

Xuan Lan looked at Jiang Jintang, whose eyes were slightly pink, and thought, "Nine thousand years old means that I should send an imperial envoy to see the situation in Jiangnan?"

"..." Jiang Jintang suddenly felt that the masters he invited for Xuan Lan were probably deceitful people, otherwise how could he teach Xuan Lan so stupidly.

The disaster situation in Jiangnan has not improved after half a year, but it has intensified. Whether it is floods or plagues, why is it still raging in winter, but Jiangnan is still handing over pocketbooks and asking for money? Send an imperial envoy over there, what can we find out?

Jiang Jintang twitched the corners of his lips, suddenly lost interest, and didn't want to talk about political affairs with Xuan Lan: "Your Majesty is wise."

Xuan Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "Then I have to look for this imperial envoy."

Jiang Jintang said perfunctorily, "It's as long as His Majesty is happy."

At this time, the carriage had arrived at the bustling Rongchang Street. Jiang Jintang smelled a sweet smell of chestnut cake. He couldn't help but lift the curtain and take a look. Sure enough, he saw that he had arrived at Babao Tower.

Babaolou is best at making all kinds of desserts, and it is the favorite pastry shop of ladies in the capital. Jiang Jintang especially likes his chestnut cake, but it is not easy to digest, and Dr. Chen rarely allows him to eat it.

Seeing Jiang Jintang lift the curtain, Shanyue bent down and said softly, "Master, shall I go buy some?"

Jiang Jintang glanced at Xuan Lan, hummed, and said, "Your Majesty is at the age of growth. You are hungry now. You should buy more varieties."

Xuan Lan: "...?"

Shanyue took the order and quickly brought out a food box. He was considerate and gave Yao Chunhui a copy.

Jiang Jintang's long and slender index finger landed on the lid of the mahogany food box, the white was so dazzling that Xuan Lan squinted his eyes.

He thought of the delicate skin touched by his lips when he was half drunk that day.

Jiang Jintang didn't care about Xuan Lan kissing him, and Xuan Lan didn't care about Jiang Jintang beating him, as if if he didn't mention it, he could pretend it didn't happen.

Xuan Lan finds it strange that the body sense is the shortest memory among the five senses, but he still clearly remembers the soft and greasy flesh that his lips and teeth touched.

Jiang Jintang didn't notice that Xuanlan's thoughts were going astray, he lowered his head and opened the food box seriously, and saw that there were a lot of colorful cakes inside, but there was only one piece of chestnut cake, obviously Shanyue remembered Doctor Chen's words and couldn't let him eat more.

Jiang Jintang wiped his hands with a handkerchief, picked up the chestnut cake to eat, and then remembered that there was a big living person next to him, raised his eyes and said, "Do you want to eat it, Your Majesty? This cloud cake looks good."

Xuan Lan's nature is bad: "I see that the piece in Ai Qing's hand is not bad."

Jiang Jintang glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and took a bite, and then said: "Well, I tasted it for His Majesty, and it tastes really good."

Xuan Lan laughed angrily: "Nine thousand years old is really stingy, he wouldn't even give me a piece of pastry."

Jiang Jintang said slowly: "The minister is also doing it for His Majesty's benefit. Your Majesty is still young. If you eat too much sweet food, your teeth will be bad."

Xuan Lan: "...?" Didn't you just say that you are growing up?

It was the first time Xuan Lan noticed that Jiang Jintang was protecting food like a cat.

He didn't touch those sweet and greasy pastries. Jiang Jintang was satisfied after eating a piece of chestnut cake. He re-covered the food box and was about to share it with others outside. Xuan Lan grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?" ?”

Jiang Jintang said: "Your Majesty doesn't want to eat. The servants will share it with the servants outside. They all got up early, so they probably didn't have time to eat."

Xuan Lan said in a strange way: "Nine thousand years old is very considerate of servants—when will I say I don't want to eat? Put it here, and I will take it back to the palace."

Jiang Jintang put it down as he said, straightened the sleeves of his robe, and suddenly felt sorry for Wang Laifu.

If such an ancestor were put in his mansion, he would have to fight three times a day.

At this moment, the carriage stopped, and Shanyue's voice came: "Master, the execution ground is here."

Jiang Jintang looked at Xuan Lan, and Xuan Lan said, "I came out secretly."

This is what it means not to go down.

Jiang Jintang nodded, opened the curtain, and got out of the carriage with the help of Shanyue. At this time, the snow was a little lighter, and there were countless people around the execution ground, waiting to see the treacherous minister be beheaded.

Yao Chunhui's face was pale, looking at his father kneeling on the execution ground, tears were streaming down his face.

Jiang Jintang asked quietly, "Is there anything else you want to say to him?"

Yao Chunhui cried and shook his head: "...It is enough to see my father, I have nothing to say."

In fact, before life and death, what else is there to say, no matter how much you say, it will be powerless.

Yao Shou only wore a thin prison coat in the winter, and his lips were black and blue from the cold. As if he felt something, he raised his head and looked this way.

He first smiled at his daughter, then suddenly and solemnly kowtowed three times to Jiang Jintang.

The people were amazed. The supervisor wanted to stop him, but he saw Jiang Jintang's figure from a distance, so he quickly sat down again, thinking that the rumors turned out to be true. , Why did Yao Shou kowtow to him?

People in the world don't understand that this is the only way Yao Shou can appreciate Jiang Jintang.

It is said that Jiang Jintang is full of evil and is a disaster for the court, but Yao Shou sees the bones of a gentleman in Jiang Jintang's thin body.

Back then, he was not of high rank, and when he first came to the capital as an official, the little eunuch who led him when he entered the palace didn't care, so he slipped away looking for an excuse. He was unfamiliar with the place, and went the wrong way, next to a dilapidated palace. He saw Jiang Jintang curled up by the wall.

At that time, Jiang Jintang was not the nine-thousand-year-old who is now so powerful in the government and the public, but just a little eunuch that everyone can bully, covered in wounds and dying.

Yao Shou felt compassionate, knowing that if the child continued like this, he would freeze to death, so he walked over and took out the two steamed buns his wife had prepared for him when he got up in the morning, because they had been wrapped in oiled paper and kept in his arms. , still warm, he put the steamed buns into Jiang Jintang's hands, and said: "Life is not easy for anyone, no matter how difficult it is, you still have to live, child, eat something, find a warm place Wait, or you will die."

When Jiang Jintang raised his head, Yao Shou saw that he had a face that could be called a disaster.

His eyes were dark and wide open, unlike now, they were always half-closed with a bit of aloofness and aloofness.

Yao Shou asked softly, "Do you want to live?"

A tear fell from the corner of Jiang Jintang's eye. Yao Shou didn't understand how much heavy things were contained in that tear, but he took the steamed bun, filled his stomach, and limped away.

On the execution ground, the cold wind was fierce, the snow was blowing, Yao Shou made a wrong step, and now he was about to die, and the weak and deceitful little eunuch at that time became the indisputable nine thousand years old in the capital.

When Yao Shou asked someone to ask Jiang Jintang to protect his only bloodline, he had no hope at all, but how long can he remember the kindness of the two steamed buns? But unexpectedly, Jiang Jintang really agreed.

To repay the king's kindness for a meal, thousands of people will not be afraid.

Yao Shou respected him as a real gentleman.

Jiang Jintang narrowed his eyes and looked at Yao Shou, with no expression on his face. He had sent away too many people in the past ten years, and now he has become numb, and he will never regain the pain he felt back then.

Seeing that Jiang Jintang had no intention of robbing the execution ground, the prison supervisor breathed a sigh of relief, took out his token and threw it on the ground: "It's noon, execution!"

The steel knife in the executioner's hand glared brightly under the reflection of the snow. Yao Shou closed his eyes and died silently.

The moment the knife fell, Jiang Jintang covered Yao Chunhui's eyes, and said in a low voice, "I might have a nightmare if I saw it."

Yao Chunhui's whole body was trembling slightly, her fingers tightly clutching the stove in her hand, she heard the cheers of countless people, so she understood that she no longer had a father.

Jiang Jintang withdrew his hand, remembering Xuan Lan's words, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Yao Chunhui, saying, "My condolences."

Yao Chunhui still didn't look at the blood dripping on the execution ground, she lowered her head and choked with sobs, "Can I save my father's bones?"

Jiang Jintang nodded, agreeing, and someone nearby led Yao Chunhui to negotiate with the supervisor.

Xuan Lan opened a corner of the carriage curtain, and when Jiang Jintang listened to him and went to comfort Yao Chunhui, he felt a little annoyed, so that as soon as Jiang Jintang got into the carriage, he saw the little emperor pulling Zhang Zhang and everyone in the world owed him 800 yuan. Two bad faces.

He paused, sat next to him and closed his eyes to rest his mind, ignoring him, but Xuan Lan spoke up: "Actually, I'm quite curious."

Jiang Jintang half-opened his eyes, maybe he was a bit tired, and he spoke with a nasal voice, making his heart itch: "What?"

Xuan Lan felt as if a little hook had been pulled on his soft heart, and when he wanted to grab it, the little hook retracted again,

Xuan Lan said with a sullen face: "It is said that Jiu Qiansui is the big man behind Yao Shou's escort. I don't know if I can hear a truth from Jiu Qiansui's mouth."

"Hasn't Your Majesty already investigated this matter?" Jiang Jintang was a little puzzled: "If the subject is related to this matter, why didn't His Majesty find out anything?"

Xuan Lan laughed: "It seems that Nine Thousand Years is really innocent."

Jiang Jintang said softly, "Naturally."

No one spoke for a while, until Jiang Jintang got out of the carriage at the Qiansui Mansion, and when he was about to enter the mansion, Xuan Lan suddenly lifted the curtain of the car and said: "The people sent by Nine Thousand Years are not very eye-catching. Why don't I send Nine Thousand Years?" How old is better?"

Jiang Jintang thought that the little emperor was going to suffer from being dumb, but he brought it up at this time. He sighed and said with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, but it's a pity that I have no power to do so. Your Majesty should enjoy it by himself."

Xuan Lan recalled that at the most embarrassing moment that night, it was Jiang Jintang's face that looked like a spring flower that came to his mind, and he put down the curtain abruptly, and said coldly, "Go back to the palace!"

The car drove all the way to the palace, Wang Laifu was already waiting.

Xuan Lan got out of the carriage and changed to the imperial carriage. The warm fragrance inside made him drowsy. He propped his forehead and asked, "Wang Laifu, have the spies who went to the south of the Yangtze River left?"

Wang Laifu said: "Returning to Your Majesty, not yet, because this task is important, they are selecting personnel, but they can leave before tonight."

"I remember that Jiang Jintang was born in a small fishing village in the south of the Yangtze River," Xuan Lan said.

Wang Laifu thought for a while, and said: "Yes, when Jiuqian was six years old, his hometown was in trouble, and he fled to the capital with his parents, and then he was sold into the palace."

"By the way, let the spies go to that village to check." Xuan Lan closed his eyes, "I want to see how a dilapidated fishing village can raise such a number one person as Jiang Jintang."

Wang Laifu was surprised: "You mean... there is a problem with Nine Thousand Years old's identity?"

Xuan Lan glanced at him, and said calmly: "I'm just curious about what the place where Nine Thousand Years was born looks like."

Wang Laifu felt chills from that glance, and quickly lowered his head and said, "Yes. The servant will do it immediately."