Tang Chujiu lowered his head and looked at himself with frostbite on his hands, and couldn't help but feel sad. Yu Xuan and Xiao Seventeen, you said that the day when you were infinitely beautiful, that is, when you married me, the oath was still in your ears, but you have forgotten it.

When the sun was setting, Tang Chujiu counted 'one, two, three, four, five, six, seven', and sure enough, he saw Song Lanjun again, and in the oblique light of the sunset, it seemed that the jade tree was in the wind, and he was a handsome son. It's just that next to Gongzi, the beauty is picturesque, smiling and smiling, which is exactly Tang poetry and painting. Looking at the golden boy and jade girl who came side by side, Tang Chujiu was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

It wasn't until the two of them were never seen again that Tang Chujiu came down from the tree, his face full of tears. On the ninth day of October, that is, a month later, it was the time when Song Lanjun married Tang Shihua, which was an auspicious day for the zodiac, and everything was suitable.

At that time, Song Lanjun came back and saw Tang Chujiu standing in the middle of the courtyard, and was impatient: "Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?" ”

The cold words without a trace of emotion suddenly came from his ears, and Tang Chujiu was stunned for a moment: "The night is very good, I forgot the time when I looked at it, so I went back to the room." ”

"Hmm." After speaking, Song Lanjun strode away, and he didn't even mention anything like paying attention to the cold in the middle of the night. Tang Chujiu looked at the indifferent back that disappeared in front of the door, and felt more and more that this night was cold and dark, stretching out his five fingers, and he couldn't see anything, only the shadow of the big tree cast by the moonlight, with the night wind blowing, the branches swayed, erratic, making people feel lost, and their hearts were even more empty.

Tang Chujiu sighed lightly, went back to the room, took off his clothes, lay on the bed, and waited quietly, even if he knew that he would not come over.

How long has it been since he's been in this house? It's been half a year, and for half a year, the two have never shared the same bed again, and they have never had a good time.

He used to beg for joy every night, but now, Tang Chujiu stayed alone in the empty room for half a year.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, Tang Chujiu is so cold that he shiveres, and the riverside has been shady for ten years, and even the cold winter has never stopped, because the weather is cold, the salary will be more, which directly causes Tang Chujiu's body to become more and more cold.

Especially in winter, the rheumatism is so painful that it hurts to the bone. In the past, with him, at this time, he always held her in his arms, and at that time she liked to listen to the sound of his heartbeat on his chest, and felt that the days were really infinitely beautiful.

But all this, as his power grows greater, his mansion becomes more and more luxurious, and there are more and more subordinates, and it becomes more and more distant, as if it is a matter of the previous life.

Unconsciously, Tang Chujiu fell asleep in a daze. Within two hours, the genius was slightly bright, and she woke up and went to the dining room, still making coarse tea and light rice.

I just made haode breakfast, but no one came to eat it again. His current stomach is extremely delicate, and he eats delicacies from the mountains and seas.

When Song Lanjun came back early, he deliberately went to the backyard to find Tang Chujiu. Sure enough, she was feeding the fish by the pool in the backyard.

From the reflection in the water, seeing Song Lanqun's handsome face, Tang Chujiu's heart tightened and he didn't look back.

Song Lanjun went straight to the point and asked, "How did you think about it?" ”

Tang Chujiu's red lips bit out the blood and remained silent.

Song Lanjun frowned, displeased: "What else are you not satisfied with?" ”

Tang Chujiu's heart was full of holes and devastation. What's not to be satisfied with? Seventeen, I am not dissatisfied, I am unwilling. You once swore to heaven that one day, you would marry me with ten miles of red makeup. Now, your promise has been changed, and you want me to honor her as lord and me as a concubine.

Seventeen, you know that in our dynasty, concubines are the most lowly, and they can be beaten and scolded by their mothers at will, bought and sold, and even given marriage and death, and the concubine's life is like duckweed.

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