"What? Now know that the heartache is true? Know begging for mercy? How did my mother kneel down and beg you in the first place? I just ask you to look at the relationship between the two families for more than ten years, and leave it for the Lan family! But how do you do it? In front of my mother, you stabbed out with a sword, and without hesitation, cut the grass and eradicate the roots! ”

That scene, after eighteen years, but Song Lanjun remembers it clearly, remembers the sound of the sharp arrow piercing into the flesh of the chest, remembers the pain to the bone, especially the desperate tears on the mother's face, and the poignant cry: "No ......"

Eighteen years ago, the Lan family was bleeding like a river, and the family was ruined, but Tang Tianhao waited overnight, prosperous and rich, and the scenery was old, but unfortunately he couldn't die.

Tang Tianhao's chest rose and fell violently, those unbearable hands were stained with sinful pasts, which had been sealed into the loess and deliberately forgotten, and now he was caught off guard, his throat felt sweet and itchy, and he couldn't help but arch his body and cough.

Suffering from the pain, his hair was gray, and his body was as thin as wood, and he couldn't breathe because of coughing, and his throat made a 'purring' sound.

The green tendons were covered with dry hands, and he clung to the mahogany table, supporting his seriously ill and weak body, so that he did not collapse on the ground.

Song Lanjun looked at Tang Tianhao's pain coldly, and his expression was cold and ruthless: "Tang Tianhao, in the past thousand days and nights, Benxiang has thought of thousands of revenge against you, and countless kinds of your fate. ”

"I want to cut off your hands and feet to make you a human being, so that you can't survive, you can't die; I thought about cutting you alive with a thousand knives and skinning you alive, so you can't die well; I thought about letting you be punished by the Nine Clans without leaving a living mouth; Ever thought about it...... Bing"

Every time he said something, the hatred on Song Lanjun's face was a little more, and the blood red in his eyes was even more fishy, but Tang Tianhao, every sentence was torment, as if he had really been cut off by Song Lanjun's hands and feet, and he was really cut by a thousand knives.

"Do you know which one I chose? I'm going to make you watch as everything you value and pride yourself is destroyed! Become nothing! It is not right to let the heavens and the earth be unspiritual, and it is not even possible to die!! ”

"When you have a child in old age, you love it to the bone, right? But you see, now, Tang Zixuan is already a sin body, a sin body under the holy decree, and he has no hope of turning over in this life! You can only be that cheap for the rest of your life! It's a big life, and the eighty big board hasn't died yet. However, believing in the true nature of the situation, it is better to be dead than alive. ”

"The most talented woman in the world, proud of it, isn't it? That appearance makes you open your eyes and take a good look at how she is spurned by the world! has to be infamous for a lifetime, and become that horizontal eyebrows and cold fingers! ”

The voice, word by word, was so cold that it turned into a sharp arrow, which pierced into Tang Tianhao's chest, and the fishy sweetness in his throat turned into blood, and he couldn't help but spit it out anymore, the purple-black and purple-black blood was extremely shocking.

Tang Tianhao felt dizzy in front of him, opened his mouth and wanted to breathe, but his chest seemed to burst, and then his body fell straight up, fell to the ground, and made a loud noise, his whole body kept twitching, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were staring straight at Song Lanjun, and his bloodless lips were squirming with difficulty with the twitching of his body, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

Song Lanjun squatted down and watched Tang Tianhao being tortured with cold eyes, with a smile on his face, as bright as a spring flower: "It's painful, isn't it?" But I'm so happy......"

After speaking, he stood up, slowly stomped to the table and sat down, poured a cup of tea, held it in his hand, didn't drink it, and looked at Tang Tianhao's pain and embarrassment with a smile in the steaming heat.

Although he smiled, his face was a little distorted, especially the green tendons on his forehead, which kept beating.

This is the excitement of thousands of days and nights, after bitterly suppressing deep hatred and hatred, and once it is no longer suppressed.

Tang Tianhao's face became more and more bruised, and he even foamed at the mouth when he spit out.

The smile on Song Lanjun's face was getting deeper and deeper.

After the time of a pillar of incense, Tang Tianhao stopped his convulsions, his gray hair was messy, sweat was sticking to his miserable old face, his eyes were closed, and he lay on the ground motionless, only his chest rose and fell slightly.

Song Lanjun drank the already cold tea in the cup in one gulp, snorted heavily, stood up, his handsome face was faintly happy, opened the door of the study, and strode away without looking back.

Tang Shihua in the dark behind him, his face was full of blood, tears flowed, he couldn't believe it, looking at the back of Song Lanjun leaving, he bit his red lip hard, and there was blood, it hurt, but he couldn't stop it from trembling.

Song Lanjun's words kept circling in his mind, this is not true, this is not true.

On March day, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, I saw his amazing face for the first time, with a shallow smile on his face, and his starry eyes looking forward to Shenfei, which made Miss Wu Qianjin secretly agree.

But he only wrote a book on paper, and in the exclamation of envy of everyone, he ordered someone to pass it on: "There are beauties, and you will never forget them." I don't see it for a day, and I think like a crazy ......"

At that time, Tang Shihua only blushed and was not moved. Because she has always wanted to marry a good son, she is a couple for a lifetime, and she raises her eyebrows. But at that time, Song Lanjun was accompanied by a woman, Tang Chujiu, who was said to be a childhood sweetheart.

At that time, Song Lanjun was not a good person in the eyes of Tang poetry and painting. Although he is a beautiful son, Yushu is in the wind, has a high position, and the scenery is unlimited, but he is already on her couch after all.

At that time, Tang Shihua stubbornly believed that it was common for a man to have three wives and four concubines, and it was a fantasy to have a couple in his life, and if he could not guarantee that he could only be the only woman for men in this life, then at least, he would be his first woman.

Therefore, Song Lanjun is undesirable. Because of him, Tang Chujiu was his first woman.

After denying that Song Lanjun is a beloved, but since then, he has been everywhere and everywhere......

Whether it is going to the temple to offer incense, or the plum pavilion meeting, or to the street, or sometimes to the banquet in the house, he will always appear beside him, with picturesque eyebrows, smiling and looking at each other with affection.

The most special thing is that every day there will be a carrier pigeon, flying to the window, bringing a danqing, the beauty on the painting, all the same person, cardamom years, or smile, or lock eyebrows, or bow their heads, or look back......

Next to the beauty, Song Lanjun will always write a poem with the dragon flying and phoenix dancing, starting from 'life will not be lovesick, will be lovesick, will harm lovesickness'.

zuihou is to make people haggard, and the clothes and belts are gradually widened and do not regret it. He was born as a lover, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world.

A total of 365 paintings were painted, and although each painting depicted the same beauty, the demeanor, clothing, and inscription were completely different.

The beauty is picturesque, the beauty in the painting is lifelike, stunning the time, gentle the years, and drunk the heart.

Song Lanjun's love network is like a net of heaven and earth, Tang poetry and painting have no escape, no matter how they escape, Zuihou has nowhere to escape.

Little by little, inch by inch, she sank into Song Lanjun's lovesickness.

From the initial resistance, to Zuihou's biggest expectation every day, is when the carrier pigeon comes......

Later, unconsciously, he would be particularly concerned about everything related to Song Lanjun.

As long as someone talks about him, his heart will be like a deer, and he will unconsciously prick up his ears and listen attentively.

When he heard someone praise him for his youth and promising future, the corners of his mouth would involuntarily draw a smile.

When I heard that he was unwell, I would fidget and worry about him, hoping that he would recover soon.

When all the women around him secretly promised him, saying that they couldn't be happy with him every night, they would feel sour in their hearts.

It's like the most precious thing, and it's like being peeped at, and my heart is blocked, and I panic.

will be disgusted with those women, never want to talk to her again, and break off friendship.

Later, when I heard that the woman named Tang Chujiu was not happy with him, and she was not the beauty in his heart, her mood was jubilant, just like pulling out the clouds and seeing the moon, and the heavy stone pressed by her heart was gone.

The eyes are open, the eyebrows are open, the eyes are overjoyed, and the smile is open.

At that time, I dared to admit that he had really unconsciously occupied Fang's heart, and he had already secretly agreed.

The face is unparalleled in the world, and he is young and successful, and he has been a minister of a country for ten years, and the holy favor is not declining, and he never goes to the land of fireworks and willow lanes, such a man, how can he not be tempted by the lovesickness tree with affection in his eyebrows?

There is no woman in the world who can refuse such a man's affection.

Tang poems and paintings moved their hearts and feelings, and they didn't marry if they weren't gentlemen.

Later, he finally got his wish and married a lover.

Moreover, the lover said that one person in a lifetime will not lose one.

After getting married, until now, it has only been a year and a half, but it is like a lifetime.

This year is the time when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, but they are already different from people, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Lan Jun Lan Jun, you are so ruthless.

Lan Jun, it turns out that you don't love me.

No wonder, you're getting colder and colder with me.

Come to think of it, at the beginning of the wedding, your favor was only a gesture to get involved in the Tang family.

Later, as you took over more and more shili from the Tang family, the affection became thinner and thinner, until there was none.

I have been sad and blamed myself, thinking that it was because of my infertility and infertility that I would lose my joy and grace.

It turns out that Lan Jun, you don't want my child at all! It turns out that you have already done something on it!!

It turns out that all the sweet words, the mountains and the seas, and the vows are not negative, all of them are panicked!

It turns out that so many days and nights of grinding on the ears and temples are just venting under hatred.

It turned out that there was no love at first sight, and it was amazing! It's all a lie!

Now, disasters have fallen from the sky and tragic changes in the family, but it is the lover who wants to live forever is doing it!

Nowadays, you can't deceive yourself!!

The truth of the facts, cruel to the point of blood!

Tang Shihua's heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, as if he had been cut by a thousand knives.

I didn't have any strength in my body, I sat down next to the wall with a limp face, and the ground was cold in March, but it was cold.

Sinking into the abyss of ice.

The tears, with a bone-eating pain, rained down.

Ran down his cheeks, slid down, and wet his skirt.

Tang Shihua felt as if his throat had been choked, and every breath was so painful.

I don't know how long I sat on the ground before I held on to the wall and barely stood up.

The legs are numb, and they can't take a step, as uncomfortable as ten thousand ants drilling into their hearts.

After a while, I felt a little better, Tang Shihua moved to the door step by step, and 'Tu Tuk' lightly buckled: "Dad, I am a poet and a painter." ”

Tang Tianhao's old hoarse voice came: "Poetry and painting, come in." ”

When Tang Shihua pushed the door in, what he saw was Tang Tianhao's stiff back and his head was gray.

Tang Tianhao had already gotten up from the ground and sat down at the tea table. His face was much better than when he twitched just now, but he was still faintly pale with blue.

Seeing his daughter come in, Tang Tianhao reluctantly raised a smile on his face, wanting to whitewash the peace: "Poetry and painting, is your mother better?" ”

Tang Tianhao's mood is very chaotic now, and he has become a mess.

Because Song Lanjun's hatred was said too suddenly, he was very shocked, and he hadn't thought about what to do in the future.

Therefore, at present, Tang Tianhao wants to maintain peace in everything, and nothing has happened.

At least, nothing happened in front of the children.

Who would have thought that with Song Lanjun's words, Tang Shihua had already listened to it.

Looking at his father, who has always been fond of him, suddenly aged more than ten years old, Tang Shihua's eyes were sour, dull and dull pain: "Dad......"

Tang Tianhao thought that his beloved daughter was frightened by today's tragic changes, and comforted: "Poetry and painting, it's okay, everything is with a father." ”

Tang Shihua bit her red lip, tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes, and reached out to grab Tang Tianhao's skinny hand: "Dad, you have to take care of yourself." ”

Hurriedly searched, the conversation in the study, only heard the back face, not the front, Tang Shihua did not know that Tang Tianhao's body was Song Lanjun's secret hand at this time.

Since the second half of the marriage, Tang Shihua has returned to his parents' home only a handful of times, one is because he is upset and infertile, and the other is because he feels shameless.

was also nagged by Lin Jingya every day why she was not pregnant yet, she was not pregnant yet, and she was scared.

For a long time, there was no movement in the stomach, and the inability to conceive a child was a wound in Tang Shihua's heart.

It is precisely because he devoted all his thoughts to pregnancy that he gave Song Lanjun the dowry industry, thousands of hectares of fertile land under his name, and hundreds of shops.

Even the gold, silver, jewelry and silver tickets, zuihou all have a money bank, and the money bank is also being handled by Song Lanjun.

I never felt that there was anything wrong with it before, but now that I think about it, I realize that I have come for more than 300 days and nights to dig a pit and bury myself.

Regret.

But there is no regret in the world that the medicine is sold.

If there is, Tang Tianhao will definitely go back to eighteen years ago and destroy Song Lanjun's body with his own hands!!

Otherwise, there would be no disaster today.

For stepping on the bones of the Lan family eighteen years ago and climbing up, Tang Tianhao did not regret it at all, even if he returned to that year, he would still make the same choice.

If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed!!

What's more, back then, if you didn't do that, you would have died without a place to be buried.

Repentance is only repentance, and there is no complete cutting of the grass and roots.

Now, what should I do?

Tang Tianhao raised his hand, pressed his aching temples, wanted to be alone and quiet, and thought about it: "Poetry and painting, you go to take care of your mother and your brother first, and my father wants to stay alone." ”

When Tang Shi drew it to his mouth, he swallowed it all. Originally, I wanted to say that I had heard their conversation outside the door just now, and I wanted to discuss what to do in the future.

But looking at Tang Tianhao's tired appearance, he had to swallow all the words that came to his mouth: "Dad, then I'll go out first." ”

Tang Tianhao waved his hand, weak.

After Tang Shihua withdrew from the study, he searched the room, and sure enough, there was no longer Song Lanjun.

There is a faint sadness and despair in my heart.

Yes, he, how could he stay.

This place, the people in this room, how much he must hate and disgust!!

No wonder everyone in the world says that when you are a courtier, although you are young, you can rarely find that part of the city and forbearance.

For thousands of days and nights, he obviously wanted to skin and drink blood from the Tang family, but he greeted him with a smile every day, without any flaws.

If he hadn't said it himself today, who would have believed that under his smile, there was such a monstrous hatred hidden!

At the beginning, the most touching thing was the 365 portraits of beauties, he painted vividly, every expression, every trace of brilliance, whether it was shy, or smiling, were vivid and lifelike, just like a real person in front of him.

At that time, looking at those danqing every day, my heart felt as if I had eaten honey, thinking, he must have been in his heart, otherwise how could he paint so vividly. Even the hairstyles and hair accessories, as well as the patterns on the skirts, are not bad at all.

Now it seems that Danqing is a huge irony and sneer.

What he painted at the beginning was not affection, but hatred to the bone!!

All feelings are as deep as the sea, but they are just deceiving themselves.

Everything is nothing but an illusion.

Tang Shihua stood in front of the window in a daze, the familiar carrier pigeon, standing on the eaves outside the window, combing the feathers with a small mouth, not knowing at all that the letter it once brought affected a woman's life.

The pain in my heart, the mountains and seas, Tang poems painted willow eyebrows, worried, for the future of the Tang family, I don't know what kind of bloody wind it will be.

Deep in my heart, even more Song Lanjun, heartache. He was burdened with monstrous hatred, a thousand and eight unjust souls, and he escaped death......

After being happy in bed before, I didn't ask him what the scar on his left chest was.

I still remember that time, he said with a light smile: "When I was young, I was a defeated soldier of others, and I left a scar." ”

At that time, I never thought that there would be such a blood feud in his words.

I thought it was just that he was injured when he was naughty and fought with his partner.

Tang Shihua stroked the stinging and stinging left chest, and stood in front of the window for a long time, his eyes were heavy ink, and the depth was wounded.

Lan Jun, you said, if you want me to be spurned by the people of the world, I will be infamous for a lifetime, and I will be coldly pointed at Qianfu, what do you want to do?

Lan Jun, don't you really have the slightest affection for me in your heart? After all, there have been so many days and nights of ear and sideburn grinding.

Lan Jun, I really hope that you can ......

How can it be, is love as it was before? It's been a joke for a long time.

It's been a long time since then.

Tang Shihua felt like a fish that had been roasted in the flames, roasted on both sides, constantly tormenting in pain.

And after Song Lanjun walked out of the Hou Ye Mansion, he couldn't wait to return to his house and strode to the West Courtyard.

Tang Chujiu was standing at the door, waiting for Yun Niang, looking forward to it.

Yun Niang didn't return at night, and now, the scorching sun is shining, and she hasn't returned.

Song Lanjun stepped forward and hugged Tang Chujiu, using her strength very much, eager to crush her into her bones.

Holding Tang Chujiu, the tumbling thousands of emotions, the empty heart, finally found a home.

Tang Chujiu felt that he was about to be cut off by Song Lanjun, and he didn't like his intimacy very much, so he said with a cold face: "What does this mean, Lord Minister?" Let go! Please respect yourself!! ”

Song Lanjun rested his head on Tang Chujiu's shoulder, his voice was muffled, with deep pain, weakness and pleading: "Chujiu, don't move, just let me hold it for a while, okay?" Good no good? Good no good? ”

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