Listening to the desperate whisper, the bruises and purples on Tang Chujiu's neck were all in his eyes, Gu Qingchen's starry eyes tightened, and he finally spoke: "Okay." Yu Xuan 丣 Xiao"

There was only one word, but Tang Chujiu went from the eighteenth layer of hell to heaven, and he quickly raised his head and looked at Gu Qingchen's eyes, full of gratitude: "xiexie." ”

Gu Qingchen jumped out of the window and left after saying 'jihua' in a deep voice, Tang Chujiu lifted the quilt, wanting to get out of bed and clean up the mess on the ground, lest Aunt Zhou see the clues. As soon as his right foot landed, he saw Gu Qingchen jump in from the window again, without saying a word, he took out a bottle of ointment from his arms, snapped his fingers, and sent it to the bed, and then, after rolling up the torn clothes on the ground with an expressionless face, he jumped out of the window again.

The first rays of morning light shone on Gu Qingchen's knife-like body, and he saw a faint red on his expressionless face. The torn woman's clothes that he was holding made Gu Qingchen's whole body angry, but fortunately, his face had always been serious, and if he wasn't careful, he couldn't see it.

After leaving the ancient temple, Gu Qingchen found a place, lit a fire, and burned clothes, but the gods sent the ghosts, leaving the plain belly pocket. After extinguishing the fire with soil, Gu Qingchen turned his head and glanced in the direction of Dongli Temple, and there was no one in sight between a few ups and downs.

Tang Chujiu picked up the ointment on the bed and unscrewed it, only to see that the fragrance was fragrant, he picked out a little with his index finger and wiped it on the bruise on his chest.

After going to the bedside table and turning over his clothes and putting them on, Tang Chujiu opened the door and stood in the snow.

At night, he had a high fever again, and as time passed, Tang Chujiu became more and more sick, and he became skinny.

Two months later, Aunt Zhou sent out the information of 'critical illness', in duplicate, one for each person in the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Houye's Mansion.

On the day of the Qingming Festival, the word 'deceased' entered the capital with the opening of the city gate.

This night, the joy of fish and water painted by Song Lanjun and Tang Shihua was only dissipated in the spring at dawn.

This night, Tang Chujiu finally left the cage-like ancient temple, lay on the carriage dying, and began to think about his future life. As for where to go, I have already thought about it, and then I will go back to the capital!

Half a month later, at the 'Junhao Inn' in Jingdezhen, Tang Chujiu saw Gu Qingchen, who was wearing a dark robe, standing in front of the window, and his posture was upright.

In fact, in the past three months, Gu Qingchen has not had a good time. As long as my mind is idle, I can't help but recall those big eyes like autumn water, and the pins of that night. Moreover, as long as he thought about it, his body would react, and every time he was annoyed, Gu Qingchen went to the courtyard to practice the sword in the middle of the night.

Gu Qingchen is twenty-five this year, clean himself, never go to Fireworks Willow Lane, before Tang Chujiu, there has never been a woman, and I don't feel anything, these years have come like this. But, damn it, since that night, I've been tormented by lust and hope.

Zaijian Tang Chujiu, Gu Qingchen had all the flavors in his heart, so his face became more and more expressionless.

After three months of painful suffering, Tang Chujiu's face was like a withered tree, and even those big eyes lost their former brilliance and became an ancient well.

After Gu Qingchen glanced at Tang Chujiu quickly, he looked away and asked, "What are your plans for the future?" ”

Tang Chujiu didn't answer and asked: "Are you short of someone in bed?" ”

When Gu Qingchen heard this, his black starry eyes instantly constricted: "How are you doing?" ”

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