Dr. Hu said: "Miss Nine is now weak, and the slippery tire is red, so the abortion is easy to bleed at this time, and she is worried about her life. Yu Xuan 丣 Xiao"

Song Lanjun frowned, and arrived: "Go and prescribe medicine." ”

After boiling the medicine, Song Lanjun personally took the medicine and went to the West Courtyard.

Tang Chulong was lying on the bed, saw someone coming in, opened his eyes, and looked at Song Lanjun, his eyes were like a pool of clear water.

Song Lanjun held the medicine hand, hesitated, avoided the pair of crystal clear eyes, and said softly: "Chu Jiu, do you feel better?" ”

Tang Chujiu looked at Song Lanjun and was a little surprised for a while. He obviously hated him so much during the day, how could he be so gentle at night? Is it because of the relationship between the child in the womb? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but reach out and touch my still flat belly, and responded: "Well, it's much better." "It's still tingling, but at least, it's not as painful as it was just now.

Song Lanjun put the steaming medicine on the bedside table, pulled a stool, sat down in front of the bed, and pulled Tang Chujiu's hand, but saw that her hands were covered with chilblains, rough, and her heart tightened, and she was sincere: "Chujiu, you have worked hard all these years." ”

Tang Chujiu shook his head lightly, ten years of riverside raccoon, he didn't feel bitter at all, he really didn't feel it at all.

Song Lanjun took out an emerald green and transparent jade hairpin from his arms: "The ninth day of the first month, I will send you, do you like it?" ”

Looking at the jade hairpin, Tang Chujiu's eyes suddenly felt sour, and he nodded with tears: "I like it." "How long has it been since Seventeen has personally delivered something to himself?

Tang Chujiu's long eyelashes were full of teardrops, as clear as a hibiscus out of water, but Song Lanjun looked away: "Chujiu, I'll put it on your head, okay?" ”

"Okay." As soon as Tang Chujiu's words fell, Song Lanjun raised her hand and pulled out the hairpin on her head and put it on the table. This hairpin is wooden, very simple in style, only a lifelike white orchid is carved at the end of the hairpin, which is the only relic left to her by Tang Chujiu's mother. Over the years, Tang Chujiu has never left.

The wooden hairpin was pulled, and three thousand green silks were all hung down. Under the candlelight, with dark hair and white clothes, reflecting the lacquered eyes, Song Lanjun inexplicably felt that Tang Chujiu was also good-looking. got up and took a mahogany comb from the dresser: "Chu Jiu, I'll comb your hair." ”

Song Lanjun's hands are very skillful, and it didn't take long for him to comb a 'flowing sky cloud', which looks good, but this is the woman's hairstyle. In other words, women will only comb this hairstyle after they get married, and Tang Chujiu has always combed the hairstyle of unmarried women before.

Tang Chujiu looked at himself from the bronze mirror, then raised his eyes to look at Song Lanjun, and asked suspiciously: "Seventeen? ”

Song Lanjun put down the comb, inserted the emerald green jade hairpin into the flower, took a few steps back, looked at it for a while, nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "You are now my child's mother." ”

Tang Chujiu's expression was shocked, he was still worried that this child was not coming at the right time, but when Seventeen said this, it was to admit the identity of the child, and he cried with joy: "Seventeen ......"

Song Lanjun's already shocking face slowly evoked a smile, and it seemed that the son was unparalleled in the world, and Yushu was in the wind: "Chujiu, what do you say is the child's name?" ”

Tang Chujiu was lost in Song Lanjun's smile again, and he couldn't come back to his senses, Seventeen's smile has always been so tempting and sinking. After a while, he realized his gaffe, and two blushes flew on his pale face: "I don't know if it's a boy or a girl." ”

Song Lanjun nodded with a smile: "Yes." It's better to take one of each of our boys and girls. On the ninth day of the first month, let's take one each, okay? ”

Tang Chujiu excused himself: "You take it, I'll ...... I'm afraid it won't be good. ”

Song Lanjun didn't force it, lowered his head and pondered for a while, raised his eyes and asked: "If it's a boy, we'll call it Song Yixuan, and if it's a girl, we'll call it Song Ruxi, okay?" ”

Tang Chujiu recited 'Yixuan, Ruxi' back and forth a few times, and the more he read it, the more he liked it: "Okay." ”

Song Lanjun picked up the bowl of black-brown medicine on the bedside table, stirred it with a spoon a few times, and after taking another sip, he smiled with a smile in his eyebrows: "The ninth day of the first month, the temperature is just right, drink it." ”

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