The little face that had been specially made up had a strong grievance, but it was empathetic: "Lan Jun, do you feel better?" I've boiled some medicine and made some of your favorite food......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Lanjun: "What about the ninth month? ”

I can't wait to ask.

Tang Shihua was like being poured salt water on someone's wound, and his heart was so painful that he was pinched.

But he couldn't get half a minute: "My sister is in the Westinghouse." The word sister deliberately accentuated the sound.

While speaking, Tang Shihua looked at Song Lanjun's expression intently, but was disappointed.

Regarding calling Tang Chujiu 'sister', Song Lanjun not only didn't say anything wrong, but even his expression was taken for granted.

The heart of Tang poetry and painting sank to the bottom of the valley where there was no bottomless darkness and never shine on the sun.

He bit his lip and bled out.

turned around, went to the table next to him and took the medicine: "Lan Jun, drink the medicine while it's hot......"

Song Lanjun pursed her thin lips and said, "Let's put it first." ”

Tang Shihua wanted to persuade him, but before he could say anything, he heard Song Lanjun say: "On the big day of leaving the east tomorrow, I have to rely on your work inside and out, rest early, don't be tired." ”

The woman who came out of the family compound has always been good at observing words and feelings.

These words sound like concern on the surface, but really, they are driving people away.

Tang Shihua's pretty face is even whiter, but he must force himself to be empathetic: "Well, good." ”

What if you don't go?!

The person has already married, and the hope of this life is on Lan Jun.

If he doesn't want to, he is cutting off his own back road.

I didn't want to be cornered, so I had to suffer the grievances and unwillingness in front of me.

But the heart hurt so much that he didn't die, and deliberately tried to say, "I asked my sister to come and wait." ”

In this way, Tang poetry and painting are really word by word.

Song Lanjun's eyebrows stretched for three points, and he responded with satisfaction: "Hmm." ”

Under the wide sleeves, Tang Shihua's plain hands were clenched into fists, and he left with humiliation, unwilling step by step.

As soon as he got out of the house, the hatred on his face could no longer be suppressed, and he went straight to the nine heavens, and he was so jealous that he was going crazy.

After taking several deep breaths, he suppressed the sourness in his eyes and walked towards the Westinghouse in broken steps.

When he arrived at the door, Aoki stepped forward and knocked lightly: "Miss Tang......"

Tang Chujiu opened the door and looked at Aoki with a blank face, without sadness or joy.

Tang Shihua pinched a red plum in the palm of his hand, which had been ravaged into juice, and it was no longer as delicate as before.

No matter how much I hated in my heart, I didn't show it at all, with a smile like a flower, and said: "Tomorrow's big divorce in the east, there are many affairs, and some of them are inseparable......

The words are soft and soft, but they are poisonous.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he deliberately focused on Song Dongli's marriage, revealing Tang Chujiu's scars, zuihou on the word Xianggong, and showed her identity, she is a serious lady. deliberately used the word waiting, and trampled Tang Chujiu under his feet.

Tang Chujiu's face was calm, but his eyes couldn't help but feel pain.

For Gu Qingchen's body, he couldn't help himself.

Seeing the thick and indissoluble pain in Tang Chujiu's eyes, the smile on Tang Shihua's face was finally no longer reluctant, it was all happy.

After glancing at Tang Chujiu with arrogance, he walked away, his waist straight and straight, all of which was the momentum of the noble lady.

As soon as he returned to the main house, Tang Shihua's face was so overcast that he could wring out water.

The chest also rose and fell with anger.

The tears that had been sour for a long time also fell.

But when I see the new person laughing, I hear the old person crying.

Lan Jun, you don't even care about your life for her now, right?

Lan Jun, you promised that I would not be disappointed that day, do you remember?

Lan Jun, what is all this weishenme? Is it because I can't have children?

touched his abdomen with one hand, and Tang Shihua was extremely weak.

I can work everything, but I can't do anything except for the part where I can't give birth.

After a long time, Tang Shihua made a difficult and sad decision to fill in Song Lanjun's room.

Although I don't want to do it anymore, but now, I can't help myself.

The person who fills in himself can at least handle it, right?

Perhaps, with a child in this house, everything may go back to the way it used to be.

Sighing slightly, Tang Shihua lay down on the bed weakly, hugged the quilt, looked at the vacant half of the bed, and couldn't sleep.

At this time, after Song Dongli dressed up in disguise, he walked out of the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion from the back door, went to Huamanlou, and spent a lot of money to buy Hua Eternal.

Seeing Song Dongli, Hua was slightly surprised, and Jin Jing, who had read countless people, saw at a glance that she was dressed as a woman. However, because of the easy makeup on her face, I don't know which daughter it is.

A gesture was made invisibly, and immediately someone quietly took the order.

Hua Qianegu blinked the pair of peach blossom eyes that hooked people's souls, and his eyebrows were full of spring: "Yo, master, the eyes are tight......"

It's really a ***, upside down sentient beings.

Song Dongli immediately felt that his mouth was dry and his heart was beating faster. It's no wonder that most of the sons and brothers in the capital like to run here, no wonder they can dominate the Qinglou in the capital with countless beauties for decades, and they really have that capital.

Secretly calming down, Song Dongli took out a large stack of silver tickets from his arms, and deliberately imitated the tone of the dart guest: "Uncle Ben will say it directly, I heard that Gongzi will have the soul dementoring technique, if you can do something for Uncle Ben, the money will be yours." ”

There is indeed this rumor, Hua Qiangu has never concealed his male body, but he has been able to monopolize the charm of the capital for decades......

I don't know when there was this rumor, and now for many years, it has been said that he can decontaminate souls.

Hua Qiangu was still dressed in red, and after listening to Song Dongli's words, he seemed to be smiling on his face, and he didn't answer, but he walked to the guqin, picked the sound with his index finger, and played "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it.

I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.

The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world.

Helpless beauty, not on the east wall.

The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt.

When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant.

I am willing to match virtue and join hands.

I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed.

I played it twice before I stopped.

If it is true, this song should only exist in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

Circumambulation of the beam for three days.

When the sound fell, a slave came to serve tea.

With this ordinary action, Hua Qianeon's identity was already known.

The smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, the sister of the minister is a rare guest, but it is really full of brilliance, and she can't ask for it.

Do you want that soul magic? Your Highness can afford it, but do you want to afford it?

His Royal Highness never does things that are at a loss, never does useless work, and if you want to get your wish, you must exchange your favor!

………………

When Song Dongli left from Huamanlou, it was already the middle of the night, and he was smiling.

Tang Chujiu was angry with his eyebrows.

After Tang Shihua left with a full body of luxury, Tang Chujiu did not pass, but turned around and walked back to Hu Yue's house, sitting in front of the window and thinking, now Yue Xunhuan should go to the General's Mansion, how is Gu Qingchen? ……

Waiting left and right and waiting for no one to come, Song Lanjun's anger rose, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and after a while of dizziness, he stabilized his body. swept all the meals carefully prepared by Tang Shihua and the medicine to the ground. It's so loud that it sounds even harsher in the dark night.

Song Lanjun went to the Westinghouse angrily, kicked the door open with a fierce kick, this action, used all the strength and spirit of the whole body, and had to hold on to the door frame slightly in order to endure the fainting in front of him.

Tang Chujiu, who was sitting in front of the window, furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Song Lanjun with an angry face, but he didn't get up.

Song Lanjun stood at the door with a fierce look, glaring at Tang Chujiu viciously, with a fire in his eyes.

Tang Chujiu raised his eyes and watched, not dodging, fearless.

When Song Lanjun saw this, he was even more violent, and said: "If you want to ask for the blood of your true appearance tomorrow, then wait for it!" Otherwise, Benxiang doesn't mind how many fools there are in the world! ”

Despicable and shameless!

But there was nothing to do about him.

Because he has that capital, his blood and gold are incomparably expensive, and no one in the world can compare with him, at least for Gu Qingchen.

Tang Chujiu had to get up, go to decoction the medicine, boil another pot of red dates and millet porridge, and carry it back to the courtyard together with the pot of haode chicken soup.

Song Lanjun sat in front of the window, under the light, his face was uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Tang Chujiu put the plate on the table, took a spoon, made a bowl of millet porridge, and put it in front of Song Lanjun's eyes.

Song Lanjun retracted his gaze outside the window, glanced at the red dates in the porridge in the bowl, and said, "Peel the skin." ”

This is his habit, he likes red dates, but he has to peel the skin. In the past, Tang Chujiu took the initiative to peel it before putting it in a bowl.

…… It's just that it's not what it used to be.

When Tang Chujiu heard this, he paused for a moment, then wordlessly stretched out his slender jade hand, knocked the red dates out of the bowl, pressed them with a spoon, and the red dates that had already been boiled and swelled were pressed open at once, the skin and core were removed, and they were poured into the porridge again, and he stirred them a few times with a spoon.

The color of the millet porridge changed all at once, and it became ...... Chaos is unbearable.

In the past, they were all peeled off the jujubes one by one, and they were distinct.

Song Lanjun took the spoon expressionlessly and ate it.

As soon as you enter your mouth, the starry eyes deepen in ink, which is the taste.

Familiar taste.

The taste that I missed.

I finally tasted it again, and I thought I would never be able to eat it in my life.

raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Chujiu, with some satisfaction, more affection.

Tang Chujiu was holding a spoon and making chicken soup from a crockpot to replenish his blood.

I hit a full bowl, steaming hot, and with an indescribable taste.

There are really not many foods that Song Lanjun hates in his life, and chicken soup is one of them.

Sure enough, when he smelled the smell, his face immediately changed: "Take it away, don't drink it!! ”

Tang Chujiu was silent, and slowly stirred back and forth in the bowl with a spoon to dissipate heat.

When the temperature was just right, he wordlessly pushed it in front of Song Lanjun.

Song Lanjun's face turned green: "I don't drink my appearance!" ”

When I smell the smell, my stomach turns over.

After a long standoff, Tang Chujiu moved the bowl back, picked up the spoon, filled it with a spoonful, and sent it to Song Lanjun's lips.

After a long while, Song Lanjun opened his mouth aggrieved and drank it as if he was unwilling to be aggrieved.

The taste, as expected, was like a poison in the intestines.

If it were in the past, I would definitely prefer to hold the bowl, hold my breath, and drink it all in one gulp.

But now, although Song Lanjun's thick eyebrows were so entangled that they had been twisted into hemp ropes, he did not choose a quick solution.

Just because he misses the tenderness of this moment.

It's like going back to the time when I was in love with the first nine years.

Song Lanjun's direct gaze made Tang Chujiu very displeased and puzzled.

What is such lingering compassion?

If you really have a heart and affection, you would have been ruthless at the beginning!

After the despair, you have a deep face!!

What is it to be human? East wind! Beckon, linger!

A bowl of chicken soup, in the hearts of the two, saw the bottom.

Song Lanjun almost couldn't wait, twisted up the plum and tasted it.

Tang Chujiu neatly put away the dishes and chopsticks, and tested the temperature of the medicine, which was just right.

This medicine, just like the bowl back then, is dark and faint, with a slight bitter taste.

The only difference is that a bowl kills, a bowl saves lives.

Looking at the bowl of medicine, Song Lanjun also remembered that night more than a year ago, his expression was full of pain.

When I first picked up the bowl of abortion pills, my heart was cold and hard, numb, and painful, but not violent and sharp.

But after a year, this pain, like wine buried in the ground, after a long period of brewing, when it is dug out of the soil, the smell can no longer be hidden, and the pain is heart-wrenching.

It's like losing the ninth day of the first month, and it wasn't until a year later that I came back to the taste, and it turned out that it was really necessary to start the ninth year, and I couldn't be happy without her.

On the ninth day of the first month, I have turned back, but you are no longer where you are.

The ninth day of the first month, how good it would be if you were still there.

Silently took the bowl and drank the medicine in one gulp.

When he handed the bowl back, he looked at Tang Chujiu's gaze with a thousand words.

Tang Chujiu ignored it, took the empty bowl, and was about to leave.

Song Lanjun grabbed her hand and called out a little charmingly: "The ninth ...... of the first month"

Shall we go back to the way things were?

At that time, you were gentle in every way.

The hot temperature of the palms of his hands, in the cold winter, was extraordinarily warm, but Tang Chujiu didn't miss it at all, and tried hard to shake it off, but Song Lanjun grabbed it tightly, his face was angry, and he was cold: "What are you doing, Lord Minister?" Is it difficult to be strong? ”

This kind of coldness and defensiveness stung Song Lanjun and angered him: "What is the prime minister going to do?" Rest assured, the original appearance will not ask you to sleep with you, and I think you are dirty!! ”

The disgust on his face, the vicious words, made Tang Chujiu's face turn three points white, paused, and suddenly raised a coquettish smile, the pear vortex flashed, the eyes were crooked, and the splendor of autumn water and spring waves was like a sparkling light, which grabbed people's hearts: "Each other, each other." ”

Song Lanjun angrily shook off Tang Chujiu's hand, as if she was a demon and a monster.

Tang Chujiu strode out with the dishes and chopsticks, otherwise he would be suffocated if he stayed in that room any longer.

In the faint moonlight, there was a circle of bruises on the wrists, purple and black, which looked particularly conspicuous on the snow-white skin.

Endure the pain, reach out and gently rub it, invigorating the blood. When I was in Xinghua Village before, my skin was not so delicate.

Moreover, it will not be so squeamish, the pain is not as strong as it is now, when the vegetables are cut in the hand, a large piece of skin is lost, and a lot of blood is shed, and it can be endured.

But now, the slightest collision of this body will hurt my heart.

The strange thing is that even though the skin is broken and bleeding, it recovers much faster than before.

Turning his wrist, Tang Chujiu went to the gate and waited for Yue Xunhuan to come back.

Looking at the eyes, I finally waited in the dead of night, in the middle of the night, and waited for the moon to find joy. Tang Chujiu couldn't wait to greet him and asked, "How is General Gu?" Is the poison cured? ”

Yue Xunhuan was the carving on the door when Tang Chujiu turned a blind eye, ignored it, and left.

Tang Chujiu: "......"!!

finally realized Yun Niang's strong urge to beat people.

Just don't dare.

Because you can't beat the moon to find fun.

Don't dare to fight.

If you want to die, who will you find to detoxify Gu Qingchen?

Looking at Yue Xunhuan's tall back, Tang Chujiu had to forcibly suppress the rushing rush from the back garden of the tumbling murderous burial corpse.

Follow the moon to find joy step by step.

Yue Xunhuan pushed the door in, and then slammed the door slammed shut, and the sound was deafening.

left Tang Chujiu out of the door!!

It was just a little bit before the door slapped him in the face.

Tang Chujiu: "......"!!

I was anxious, but I was helpless. I had to beg God, hoping that good people would be rewarded, and I must make Gu Qingchen better.

I returned to the West Courtyard depressed, but when I arrived at the door, I saw Song Lanjun, looking through the autumn water.

Seeing Tang Chujiu coming back, Song Lanjun snorted coldly and turned around and went back to the house.

Tang Chujiu once lived in this house for three years.

On this bed, the joy of fish and water that the two of them have had countless times has been turned red.

Here, Song Lanjun is extremely attached and at ease.

It used to be very empty, just because the owner of the place was not there.

Now, the beauty has returned, and the vacancy has been filled.

Sitting on the bed, waiting left and right, no one came, Song Lanjun's face changed again.

When I opened the door, I saw Tang Chujiu sitting on the swing under the plum tree in the courtyard, swaying slightly, the spring breeze blowing her long hair, flying in the air, under the faint moonlight, her face was blurred, and she was not as beautiful as the world.

At least, at this moment, in Song Lanjun's eyes, the first nine years are full of elegance and peerlessness.

The anger that was full of anger suddenly dispersed with the wind, and he slowly walked to the back of the swing, reaching out and gently pushing Tang Chujiu.

Just like every night in Xinghua Village.

It's just that in the end it's different.

In the past, when the first nine swings on the swing, he will smile like a flower, and he will say: "Seventeen, work harder, work harder, I'm about to fly." ”

And now, Chu Jiu suddenly got up from the swing and walked away without looking back, no longer having the bright smile he had before. There is no longer any guessing about the past.

Looking at Tang Chujiu's return to Hu Yue's house, Song Lanjun gritted his teeth: "At night, the prime minister needs someone to wait!" ”

Tang Chujiu's footsteps stopped, indeed the doctor said that you should take care of it carefully, excessive blood loss can easily cause high fever, and you can't leave people around you.

I turned a corner and walked towards the main house.

Watching Tang Chujiu push the door in, Song Lanjun was satisfied, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

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