Seeing that Ou Xiaoman's face was getting worse and worse, Shen Cong's heart was beating faster and faster, and the look on his face was getting more and more solemn.

At this moment, Shen has never preferred to exchange his life with Ou Xiaoman.

As long as she can live well, there is nothing else to ask for.

When Ou Xiaoman's face turned golden, he finally said the three words 'Phoenix Mountain', and then spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, and he didn't wake up.

Shen has always been quick-eyed, and took Ou Xiaoman, who had lost consciousness and fell softly, into his arms to prevent her from falling to the ground.

After many years, once again embracing the beautiful woman in his arms, Shen Conglai's hand trembled faintly: "Xiaoman, Xiaoman......"

Reaching out to reach into her snort, it was already a faint state, and Shen Cong was even more distracted.

Yue Xunhuan had already predicted it, and he shot like lightning, piercing the silver needles into Ou Xiaoman's body one by one, protecting her heart bran.

Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Yue Xunhuan took out another red pill and let Ou Xiaoman eat it: "Ever, you input Sancheng True Qi into her physical strength......"

Shen never did as he said, sat cross-legged behind Ou Xiaoman, and slowly injected the innocent qi into Ou Xiaoman's body.

Yue Xunhuan sat aside, concentrating on his pulse, and after half an hour, Ou Xiaoman's pulse finally improved.

Relieved, Yue Xunhuan said: "Never, it's okay, she's fine, just recuperate for a while." ”

Shen was relieved and overjoyed when he heard this, Gao Ti's heart relaxed, looking at Ou Xiaoman, a thousand words, tenderness, and thousands of zuihou turned into a strand of her messy hair behind her ears.

Yue Xunhuan went to Yue Qiannong's side and leaned over to solve his acupoint.

Yue Qiannong immediately woke up quietly, and after being dazed for a while, he jumped up and called: "Xiaoman, Xiaoman......"

Shen Cong looked at the real worry on Yue Qiannong's face, and there was a trace of comfort in his heart. He is sincere to Xiaoman.

Yue Xunhuan glanced at Yue Qiannong with hatred and hatred, and said, "She's fine, where is Phoenix Mountain?" ”

Yue Qiannong took two steps in front of Ou Xiaoman and grabbed her hand tightly. When I heard Yue Xunhuan talk about Phoenix Mountain, her face changed greatly.

"It is a forbidden place for our people, and it is also a place of pilgrimage for saints throughout the ages.

That is, except for Ou Xiaoman, no one can enter.

Yue Xunhuan pondered for a while and said, "Take her on the road with you." ”

Yue Qiannong was a little hesitant, in this place, he had been hiding for a long time with Ou Xiaoman's mother and son, and Ye Qiuyan had not been able to find it, which made him think it was safe.

If you go out once, then what will you encounter?

If you meet Ye Qiuyan, you will be terrified when you think about it.

Yue Xunhuan was stunned: "You can escape for a lifetime?" ”

If you look for joy in the past according to the moon, you have to dissect him. Back then, he was not even afraid of exterminating the master, but now he has become a turtle with a shrunken head.

Yue Xunhuan felt embarrassed! Although Yue Qiannong has been kicked out of the sect by him now, in the eyes of the world, he is his chief disciple. Speaking of Yue Qiannong, the first thing that comes to mind in the world is definitely the disciple of the divine doctor.

can look at his cowering appearance now, Yue Xunhuan is on fire.

What a vision of this deceitful corpse! Fancy someone! Character, no blood!

It's better to follow Shen Conglai!

Seeing that Yue Xunhuan was angry, Yue Qiannong didn't dare to say anything more, and after packing up some things, he went to the yard and hugged Bafu, and Shen never carried Ou Xiaoman into the carriage.

All the way to Phoenix Mountain, when I walked to Chang'an Street in the capital, I met the sedan chair of the minister.

Because Yue Qiannong took Bafu with him, Shen never worried about Ou Xiaoman, so they were all in the carriage.

Only Yue Xunhuan rode on a tall horse, Song Lanjun saw him, immediately squinted his eyes, was overjoyed, and got off the sedan chair in person.

I want to ask about love Gu.

Yue Xunhuan saw that it was Song Lanjun, and after muttering for a while, Le Ma stopped.

Condescending, still so unstoppable, his expression faintly impatient: "What's the matter?" ”

Song Lanjun is the best at speculating on people's hearts, and he saw Yue Xunhuan's impatience, so he remained silent: "There is a kind of affectionate Gu on his body, and he wants to ask the Moon God Doctor to come to the doctor." ”

Yue Xunhuan had already known about this: "Love Gu, find the person who raises Gu, and use her blood to solve it." ”

This is true, Zhong Wuyan's blood can indeed solve the love Gu.

It's just that according to Yue Xunhuan's pulse of Song Dongli, he has long been very sure that the Gu worm on Song Lanjun's body is dead.

However, weishenme to say?

Yue Xunhuan didn't look very pleasing to Song Lanjun.

In Yue Xunhuan's view, there can be means to do things, but there can be no bottom line.

Song Lanjun personally knocked out the fetus in Tang Chu's ninth womb, and abandoned her in Dongli Temple, which made Yue Xunhuan spit on!

I don't think it's the big husband's doing.

Tiger poison does not eat children.

A manly man should stand up to the sky, and he can do something, but he can't do it.

Song Lanjun heard Yue Xunhuan say this, his heart was cold and he made way out, frowning, it seems that he still has to find Zhong Wuyan!

After rubbing his eyebrows, he called Luo Dong: "Go and find out who is in the carriage." ”

Yue Xunhuan has always been alone, doing whatever he wants and not asking about the world, and he has always been the only one for me.

The one who can ask him to escort him is by no means an ordinary person. According to previous investigations, Yue Xunhuan still has some friendship with Gu Qingchen.

There was a faint smell of medicine coming from the carriage, could it be that Gu Qingchen was injured?

If Gu Qingchen was injured, a chill appeared in Song Lanjun's eyes, and he gave Luo Donglai an order to 'assassinate'.

Now that Chu Jiu has finally returned to his side, he will never give her to Gu Qingchen again.

Only when he dies can he be completely over, and can he be completely at ease.

After seeing Luo Dong come and ride away, Song Lanjun returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion and called Steward Liu in the study: "Someone went to check the moon to find joy, and the prime minister suspected that Gu Qingchen had been saved by him." ”

Steward Liu was secretly frightened when he heard this, if Zhenyue Xunhuan saved Gu Qingchen, then ...... It's hard to think about. It's not easy to ask for someone from him.

We have to tell the Holy God this news as soon as possible.

Watching Steward Liu leave, Song Lanjun narrowed his eyes and stayed with him for too long.

After taking care of all the affairs in the study, Song Lanjun went to the West Courtyard.

An hour later, I went to find Tang Chujiu.

I haven't been here for two or three days.

Tang Chujiu was still wrapped in bandages on his head, dressed in smoke red, and was watering flowers in the yard, looking focused.

When Song Lanjun entered

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, Looking at Tang Chujiu among the flowers in the sun, he only felt that people were more delicate than flowers.

Standing aside, he kept watching Tang Chujiu busy, his eyes followed her, and he couldn't tolerate anything else.

There was a faint smile on his face involuntarily, and he felt that looking at Chu Jiu from the sidelines like this, he was all happy and content.

Tang Chujiu finished pouring the water in the pot, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Song Lanjun, and smiled: "Seventeen ......"

Song Lanjun replied lightly, stepped forward and picked off the reddest and largest red flower, and pinned it to Tang Chujiu's ear: "It's beautiful." ”

Tang Chujiu lowered his head shyly: "Are you tired?" Hungry or not? ”

Song Lanjun took Tang Chujiu's hand: "I'm not tired, but I'm very hungry, Chujiu, I want to eat the braised pork you made, I want to think about it very much." ”

Tang Chujiu pursed his lips and smiled: "Then I'll make it for you." ”

Song Lanjun also smiled and followed Tang Chujiu into the stove house.

Cuilan originally followed in to help, but after Song Lanjun glanced at it, she immediately retreated silently.

Tang Chujiu began to marinate the medicine after cutting it, and after Song Lanjun squinted for a while, he sat down in front of the stove and lit the fire himself.

Looking at Tang Chujiu's busy figure, Song Lanjun was in a trance for a while.

It's as if there has never been a parting over the years, as if it's still in Xinghua Village.

At that time, after she came back from the riverside Huansha in the dark, it was the same. Make your own fire and she cooks.

Due to the loss of consciousness, the fire in the stove came out, and Song Lanjun didn't notice it and didn't dodge.

Tang Chujiu heard the sound, and walked over to check while putting down the kitchen knife in his hand: "Seventeen, is it hot?" ”

The spark fell on Song Lanjun's hand, and it immediately burned red and swollen.

Tang Chujiu immediately brought a basin of cold water and asked Song Lanjun to soak his hands in it.

Ice-cold water, immediately removed the hot pain.

Tang Chujiu squatted to the side and asked with concern: "Seventeen, does it hurt?" ”

Song Lanjun turned her head, looked at Tang Chujiu's face in front of her, and suddenly became emotional, leaned into her neck with one hand, pressed it slightly, and pressed her lips together.

Feeling its softness and warmth again, Song Lanjun's body was shocked.

Tang Chujiu's body was stiff, and he didn't know Weishenme, an instinctive resistance.

She wanted to retreat, but Song Lanjun used force in his hands, he kissed her lips domineeringly and strongly, the tip of his tongue probed into her sweet lips, and his mouth foamed entangled......

The kiss like a storm made Tang Chujiu only passively bear.

Song Lanjun stopped after a while, her eyes were burning and tender: "Chu Jiu, call me husband." ”

Tang Chujiu panted, looked at Song Lanjun, and in his expectant gaze, he called softly: "Husband, ......"

This husband, like the most fierce love medicine in the world, made Song Lanjun's blood boil immediately, and after he smiled brightly, he leaned his face closer and kissed Tang Chujiu's lips again! The kiss was very light, just touching her soft lips, and each other could feel each other's breath, warm, very sultry.

Tang Chujiu was a little stunned, her thinking was blank, she always felt that something flashed in her mind, but she couldn't grasp it.

In this stunned effort, Song Lanjun had already lightly swallowed Tang Chujiu's lips, licking it very lightly, gently and greedily, and shouted vaguely: "Junior Nine, Junior Nine, Junior Nine, Junior Nine......"

The voices are all affectionate and meaningful.

Tang Chujiu looked at Song Lanjun like this, and remembered the past of the two of them in Xinghua Village's childhood sweethearts, she reached out and put her arms around his neck, her hands interspersed in his thick hair, and a shy red cloud floated on her face.

This simple action made Song Lanjun's heart ecstatic, his body was hot, and his breath was hot on her cheeks, and then on her neck.

The kiss has fallen to the shoulder, gradually approaching the fullness of the chest.

His body was hot, clinging to her, his eyes lingering on the curves of beauty, igniting the flames of emotion.

His fingertips reached into the skirt and caressed the willow waist, Tang Chujiu only felt confused, and his hand that had nowhere to put grabbed Song Lanjun's hand, and instinctively wanted to pull it away.

Song Lanjun smiled hoarsely: "Don't be afraid, the ninth day of the first month, we are husband and wife......"

Yes, it's husband and wife, Tang Chujiu thought of the paper marriage book and the love of growing up as a childhood sweetheart.

The strength in her hand relaxed.

"Hmm......"

Tang Chujiu gasped, her swollen chest was bitten by Song Lanjun through her clothes, she couldn't help but bow her waist, her white legs wanted to kick away, but he held it down with one hand.

Song Lanjun's eyes are overwhelming, he wants her, and it hurts in his bones when he thinks about it.

was resisted by Song Lanjun's toughness, which made Tang Chujiu's inexplicable cowardice attack, she was suddenly frightened, and rushed out: "Let go of me." ”

Song Lanjun's body stiffened, sweat oozed from his forehead, and he looked into her eyes domineeringly and gently: "Chu Jiu, I won't let you go." In this life, you are my wife, we are born in the same bed, and we are also in the same cave in death. On the ninth day of the first month, you are mine. ”

Listening to Song Lanjun's words, Tang Chujiu was a little distracted.

A trace of annoyance flashed in Song Lanjun's eyes, and then his voice became softer and gentler: "Chu Jiu, but I'm angry that I haven't come back for a few days?" Don't be angry, I'm too busy. It's good to wait until you're busy with this time. ”

Because of Song Lanjun's words, Tang Chujiu was lost. The physical resistance, she didn't know if it was weishenme, anyway, it was its instinctive reaction.

"Junior high school, is it okay for us to go back to Xinghua Village in the future, have a few more children, and we will be together ......for the rest of our lives" Song Lanjun's voice was low and hoarse, with a very demagogic taste: "Junior nine, give it to me, okay?" ”

Such a picture, just imagined, is beautiful, Tang Chujiu's stiffness faded and softened.

Song Lanjun felt it, and he pried her lips open again, pestering her to dance with him.

The big hand wantonly penetrated her clothes, stroking and scratching her plumpness.

Tang Chujiu was confused, she collapsed in his arms, and her body no longer resisted......

Song Lanjun listened to the rapid breathing of the person in her arms, smiled slowly, and reached into her skirt with her big hand.

Tang Chujiu's body suddenly stiffened, grabbed Song Lanjun's big hand, leaned on him with a very chaotic breath, and his tone was soft and weak, "Don't ......"

This is a stove house!

And it's a blue sky and a white day!

In case someone comes in......

Tang Chujiu didn't know that her soft and weak tone was like an invitation, which made Song Lanjun's blood boil and scream so much......

Song Lanjun instantly felt a terrible swelling pain in his lower body, certainly

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