Chapter 98: Plum Blossoms 8 He is a dirty and wicked person
"What?"
Song Yanze was shocked when he heard this name from his mouth.
He still had a bandage on his head and didn't dare to dodge too much. He shrunk his neck and his eyes wandered.
Should I ask him? But one is the son of the governor of Yanzhou and the other is just a soldier, how would he know.
"You kept shouting while you were asleep."
Jiang Tingyuan originally wanted to force him, but at this moment, he leaned close to his face and smelled the fragrance on his body, which was warm and full of vitality.
He suddenly wanted to get into his collar, or even stick close to him, sucking and licking him like he was eating candy.
Song Yanze only had one hand to push: "He... he is my friend. We have a life-long friendship."
"He...he is also serving in the army in Yanzhou, you..."
Jiang Tingyuan suddenly looked up and stopped, and the hand that was holding his waist changed its shape and pinched it in a naughty way, and asked back in a low voice.
"Just a friend? You call me friend like I'm your lover."
"Jiang Tingyuan! Do you think everyone is as filthy, shameless and ignorant as you?!"
It was hard for him to make such a sound after just waking up. After that, he trembled and coughed while holding his head. Jiang Tingyuan brought him some tea, but Song Yanze drank it and then he was disgusted.
"It tastes terrible and it's a waste of food."
Jiang Tingyuan is thick-skinned and not sensitive. I finally said what was in my heart. I don't know how long I have wanted to scold him.
"Yes, yes, I am a dirty and scumbag, and you two are gentlemen."
"I was about to become sworn brothers with him, like a real brother. Don't say such nonsense!"
Jiang Tingyuan didn't even move his eyebrows. He lowered his eyes and waited for him to finish speaking before moving the teacup closer and taking a few sips of tea.
Who wants to become sworn brothers with you and treat you like a real brother... That's why you can't be Xiaoyan's brother.
He was a dirty and scoundrel, full of rumors about thieves and whores, and in the middle of the night he masturbated himself by holding the clothes of his savior.
I want to fuck my brother's dirty thing.
Song Yanze calmed down a bit and his voice became softer: "I heard that you were a general in Yanzhou. Have you ever heard of Tingyan's name? He is from Huizhou."
"If I said he was dead..."
Jiang Tingyuan's collar was grabbed and the words were choked in his throat.
"Just kidding."
Jiang Tingyuan almost made a mistake. If he really died, the living would not be able to win against the dead.
"He has been in Yanzhou for so many years, but I have never heard of his name. I guess he has not achieved much. He is still a small soldier for so many years."
Jiang Tingyuan laughed, but was hit by Song Yanze.
"I just want to know whether he is dead or alive, how he is doing, and why he left without saying goodbye."
Jiang Tingyuan bit his cheek, his forehead twitched, and his heart was filled with sourness.
"You don't have anything else to ask me?"
"Except for that little soldier."
Song Yanze was confused and looked up at him: "What do you mean? It's gone."
Jiang Tingyuan gritted his teeth, making a clattering sound, and he really wanted to bite him on the face.
"Don't you want to know what happened to me in Yanzhou?"
Song Yanze almost blurted out, "I don't want to. It doesn't matter whether he is from the Jiang family of Jingdu or the Jiang family of Yanzhou. What he is like in Yanzhou has nothing to do with him."
"I'm tired." Song Yanze closed his eyes and turned away intuitively.
"Put me down to sleep. I'm sleepy."
Jiang Tingyuan laughed and stretched out his hand to pinch his nose. He had a strong hand. Song Yanze opened his eyes, but before he saw him, he immediately supported his back without warning, lowered his head and kissed him.
When their lips met, Jiang Tingyuan bit him, pinched the back of his neck, and stuck to him.
The veil of the bed was half drawn down, revealing two figures overlapping each other.
Song Yanze tried to push him, but was swallowed up by Jiang Tingyuan. He half-closed his eyes, his tense forehead revealed his eagerness, his breath was hot and chaotic.
Song Yanze bit him and clenched his teeth, but he didn't feel the pain or difficulty, and insisted on doing it. Until the fingers on his face touched the tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
Jiang Tingyuan was gentle for a moment. He licked the dry and raised skin on his lips again and again, held it in his mouth to moisten it, and then leaned on him and looked at him.
"Are you still sleepy?"
Song Yanze covered his head, breathed quickly, and turned his head away on the cushion, not wanting to look at him. His eyes were wet and red, his lips were moist and red, and his clothes were disheveled.
"I told you, I'm not gay."
Jiang Tingyuan let his long black hair drop down, his eyes were burning, but he was not angry after hearing what he said.
Knowing is better than not knowing, and I didn't play dumb with him.
And I know that he just wants to be with him, instead of using colleagues, friends, or brothers to fool him.
"Ask now."
"What?"
"Ask me, Jiang Tingyuan, who are you, what did you do in Yanzhou, and how did you come to Kyoto?"
Jiang Tingyuan pinched his face and made him look at him.
Song Yanze had never looked at him so carefully before: his thick eyebrows, eye sockets, eyes, long straight eyelashes, high nose bridge, and cracked lip.
He was full of the aggression of a carnivore and his indifference to human life.
They are two different people and shouldn't be entangled with each other inexplicably.
But he couldn't help but hold down his chest, which was heaving with panic, and turned away with his eyelashes lowered.
"Then you speak, and I listen."
Jiang Tingyuan loosened his hand, let him turn around, turned his back to him, and covered him with the quilt.
"I am a descendant of the Jiang family, the Marquis of Jingdu. However, my biological mother was a singing girl who died of dystocia during childbirth. My life in the Marquis's mansion is as cheap as a stray dog, but at least I have a way to survive."
"Later, because I had some talent in martial arts and received some praise from the Marquis, my brothers and my wife found an opportunity to have the kidnapper take me away from Kyoto."
Song Yanze gripped the quilt tightly, then turned to look at him, choked a little, and pretended to be serious, but in fact, his eyes were as soft as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, looking at him intently.
She is still so soft-hearted. The scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten. She is not afraid that he will come closer again.
"Later, by chance, I went to Yanzhou, where I started as a soldier and made military achievements. I was appreciated by Governor Jiang. I told him about my life story, and he wrote to me to adopt me."
Song Yanze's heartstrings were moved by these pale and thin words.
A single young man became a powerful man, from Kyoto to Yanzhou, and then from Yanzhou back to Kyoto. All the bitterness and pain are in it.
"You can rest assured. I have no relationship with Jiang of Li Heng's party in Kyoto. They know this well and will not come to cause trouble."
Jiang Tingyuan frowned, his expression was somewhat lonely, as if he was troubled by the past. Song Yanze opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt it was inappropriate, so he just said.
"I really believe you. Really."
Jiang Tingyuan hummed, lowered his head and looked at him, as if he was biting something in his mouth. Song Yanze smacked his lips subconsciously, then he remembered that the pit of the Yanjin plum was no longer in his mouth.
Song Yanze shuddered all over, and his face turned red from his cheeks to his ears.
Jiang Tingyuan picked up another one and asked him if he wanted more.
How could there be such a person?
It's just that he has such a reckless personality. He doesn't think it's wrong and still wants to make fun of him.
No matter what, you should stay away from people like him. No, the farther the better.
However, his idea seemed too naive. At night, he watched Jiang Tingyuan enter his room very naturally.
She took off her sword, loosened her belt, and undressed without avoiding him, treating this place as her own bedroom.
"Commander Jiang, this is my bedroom."
Jiang Tingyuan had his hair loose and was wearing an outer robe, with a loose top underneath that revealed a large area of honey-colored muscular chest.
The lights were dim and the bed curtains made the light hazy. He strode to his bedside, his tone too natural and casual.
"Master Xiao Song, you are right."
As she spoke, she lifted the quilt and came to sleep. He was tall and had long legs, so she stretched out her arms and moved the whole person into her arms.
"Jiang Tingyuan, what do you mean?"
"It's nothing interesting. Go to sleep. I'll bring you the paperwork tomorrow. You can't rest even if you want to."
Song Yanze's attention was distracted by the word "document". He subconsciously wanted to say a few words of advice, but then he leaned against his chest again, and was filled with the fresh scent of soapberries on his body.
...It's okay, he still knows to wash it clean before trying again.
"You...can't you go back next door?"
Song Yanze couldn't move his legs. He faced him and saw the crisscrossing scars on his chest. His questioning tone softened inexplicably.
"No, you can't move now. It's useless to call Lianxin. He can't beat me. The final result will be the same."
"Save your energy and get more rest. If you get better soon, I'll let you ride on my neck and slap my face."
Song Yanze actually thought it made sense. He clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and told him to blow out the lamp.
Jiang Tingyuan lay on his side, holding him, and Song Yanze found a comfortable position and closed his eyes. He didn't see the smirk on Jiang Tingyuan's face in the dark.
He patted Song Yanze's back, and they fell asleep together in the dark night.
It was still dark and Jiang Tingyuan was going to the morning court. As soon as he stood up, Song Yanze tugged at his robe in a daze.
It was still chilly in spring and cold at night, but Jiang Tingyuan was really hot and was just the right person to warm the bed.
"Why aren't you so clingy when you're awake?" Jiang Tingyuan couldn't help but hug him and bent down to kiss his forehead.
Commander Jiang had a completely different face when he walked out of the room. His brows and eyes were solemn, and his whole body had an aura that made people walk around him, for fear of provoking him.
Everyone knows that the blood shed by the people killed by the Imperial Secretary recently might have flooded Kyoto, and he did not even show mercy to his own people, without even blinking an eye.
The killing was too severe, so the emperor just said lightly, "Be careful with your words."
After passing the palace gate, all the court officials had to walk. Liu Yi, the Minister of Personnel, walked with Li Gelao. Jiang Tingyuan walked up to them and glanced at Liu Yi.
"Master Liu, have you visited Master Hu recently? I wonder how Master Hu is doing."
Liu Yi glanced at Li Heng, but Li Heng had a friendly look on his face and didn't want to say anything. It was his own idea to go see Hu Zhong, and he didn't do anything.
It just gave a push to Hu Zhong's plan, such as alienation...
"Master Hu is still the same."
"That's good." Jiang Tingyuan laughed, and then said, "It's impossible that we won't live long enough to see the day when our property is confiscated."
Liu Yi's face suddenly changed. Jiang Tingyuan laughed again: "Is Lord Liu scared?"
"Don't worry, the Imperial Court may not know how severe the punishment is, but they will not wrongly accuse anyone. My Lord, you didn't do anything, so nothing will happen."
"That's good. It looks like we can rest assured now."
Li Heng raised his eyes to look at Jiang Tingyuan's expression and smiled kindly.
"We are all working for the Emperor, so we all have to do our job and do our best."
"Master Xiao Song has woken up? I wonder how he is doing?"
Jiang Tingyuan smiled and said, "He is fine. He will look at the documents today. We can't let Mr. Hu be worried at home every day."
Li Heng's expression did not change, and he continued with a smile: "Whoever does something must take responsibility, and if you do something wrong, you must be punished. This is an eternal truth."
Liu Yi frowned and glanced at Li Heng, knowing that he was planning to abandon the Hu people.
Jiang Tingyuan laughed: "Mr. Li is a wise man."
So many things have happened in the Ministry of Revenue case in just half a month.
First, this little Lord Song was interrogated by the Ministry of Revenue, and then he was assassinated and almost lost his life. Then there was a mistake in the Imperial Court, and a group of people were killed.
The evil Jiang Tingyuan must have killed so many people in order to intimidate poor Lord Song, so he couldn't cause trouble for the Imperial Court.
This secret was spread all over the streets with details and details. Some people said that they saw Jiang Tingyuan going to Lord Xiao Song's house every day. He must be under surveillance, and who knows what he was doing behind closed doors.
Song Yanze was holding a milk cake and sitting on the couch, flipping through the files given by the Imperial Court. Shaxing was standing beside him, busy pouring tea for him and grinding ink.
The papers that Song Yanze had written in the Ministry of Revenue were finally given to Jiang Tingyuan, who asked him to use them to pry open Luo Jian's mouth. He actually got out a key thing - private accounts.
Hu Zhong kept the private account, but Luo Jian was careful and also kept a private account in order to find a way to make a living for his family one day.
It was easier to deal with the situation in Dacang. Jiang Tingyuan had killed so many people, and the remaining one told everything he could in order to survive.
Song Yanze had to admit that sometimes tough measures could achieve the goal quickly.
Maybe it means that force can defeat skill?
However, it is difficult to privately forge banknotes. When their banknotes are put together, there is no difference at all, and even the printing cannot find any flaws.
"Baochao..."
Song Yanze rubbed his brows and tapped lightly with his fingers. Jiang Tingyuan immediately stopped him from looking and took a closer look at the wound on his head.
When Song Yanze smelled the scent of ink on his sleeves, his eyes lit up and he grabbed his hand.
He immediately took the treasure banknotes that he had searched out and put them to his nose to smell them carefully.
"smell."
"Jiang Tingyuan, the pine soot ink used by the Baochao Bureau has a different taste from these fake ones."
Jiang Tingyuan grabbed his hand, bent down and smelled it, but couldn't smell any difference.
However, this time Jiang Tingyuan experienced getting twice the result with half the effort.
With evidence, witnesses, confessions, and even account books, the case can be concluded quickly.
Jiang Tingyuan received the imperial edict and immediately selected people to go and search the house that day.
Compared with other things, Song Yanze was more concerned about the money after the house was confiscated, and how the emperor would arrange the vacancies in the Ministry of Revenue.
He couldn't worry about these things for the time being. He could only lie at home and recuperate every day. He could only listen to Jiang Tingyuan tell him the news outside at night.
At some point, Song Yanze got completely used to him and even looked forward to him coming to tell him the progress.
"Sir, the concierge handed over a letter from Huizhou."
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