Tang Chujiu got dressed and went to the courtyard, standing in front of the flowers, without blinking. After a long, long time, she pinched off the most vivid red flower and put it on her head.

It's a sunny day, a breeze and a good day.

Hu Yue suffered from the wind cold last night and fell ill.

Tang Chujiu sighed, went to the temple fair alone, and made a wish, an old wish, an old wish made for Song Lanjun ten years ago.

Jun Lao Temple is on the high Jun Mountain, there is only one way up the mountain, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, 999 steps, and when Tang Chujiu climbed up, he was already out of breath and tired enough.

At the temple fair, there were a lot of people, the daughters of the family, and the wives of the wang family.

Tang Chujiu was in the sea of thousands of people, and saw the picturesque Tang poetry and painting, beside her, was Song Lanjun who looked at each other with a smile, a pair of jade people, eyebrows and expressions, so sweet, so beautiful, worthy of the painting.

At this scene, Tang Chujiu felt extremely dazzling. Unconsciously, he approached the two step by step.

Tang Shihua smiled skillfully: "Lan Jun, I am really happy that you can accompany me to the temple fair to make a wish." ”

Song Lanjun said softly: "As long as I can be by your side, no matter what I do, I will be willing." ”

Tang Shihua laughed like a silver bell: "Lan Jun, you are so good to me." ”

Song Lanjun smiled: "You are about to be my wife, how can I treat you badly." Well, tell me what you just wished. ”

Tang Shihua's little face climbed into a blush: "If you say your wish, it won't work." ”

Song Lanjun rolled his starry eyes slightly: "Then can you write it?" I really want to know. ”

The wish of Tang poetry and painting is to be one heart and one person, and the white head is not separated.

After Song Lanjun saw it, he made a promise with affection: "It will not be negative." ”

It will not be negative, it will not be negative, Tang Chujiu's face was pale, and his heart was full of holes, seventeen, your mountain alliance and sea oath, sweet words, now, all of them have been given to her.

The pair of jade figures had already gone farther and farther away with the crowd, and Tang Chujiu no longer had the strength to catch up.

Infatuation, bitterness, and most of all, emotional sadness. In life, love is the saddest.

After a long time, Tang Chujiu had the slightest strength and went down the mountain. The road down the mountain was winding and long, as if there was no end in sight, Tang Chujiu was like a wandering spirit, and he followed the crowd down the mountain indifferently.

Suddenly, he stepped into the air, and he was about to fall, and suddenly a big hand grabbed Tang Chujiu: "Girl, be careful." ”

Tang Chujiu stood up, looked up and looked at the well-wisher, it was the 'Zhiyong General' Gu Qingchen, 'the general is mighty, and all beasts surrender' is the world's evaluation of Gu Qingchen, he uses soldiers like a god, has never lost a battle, just like a god, guarding the Eastern Qing Kingdom.

As everyone knows, the Prime Minister's Mansion and the General's Mansion are incompatible, so Tang Chujiu only said: "xiexie." Then he continued his descent down the mountain.

When he returned to the mansion, Song Lanjun had not yet returned.

One day without a drop of water, Tang Chujiu did not feel hungry, and climbed the tallest tree, and when the sun set, he saw the golden boy and jade girl, coming side by side. Tang Chujiu knew that this was Song Lanjun sending Tang poetry and painting home.

It wasn't until he didn't see anyone anymore that Tang Chujiu got off the tree and returned to the room, bitterly tasting Song Lanjun's 'definitely not negative' for a long time.

Seventeen, if you say to her, you will not be defeated, but what about me?

This night, Tang Chujiu couldn't sleep again.

The next morning, Song Lanjun took the initiative to step into Tang Chujiu's courtyard for the first time in half a year.

Tang Chujiu was holding a kettle and watering the flowers.

Song Lanjun called: "The ninth day of the first month." ”

Tang Chujiu's body trembled, and the water spilled onto the ground. Listening to this familiar call, Tang Chujiu suddenly had a sour look in his eyes, how long has it been since Seventeen called himself like this? Turned around, looked at Song Lanjun with bright eyes, and then saw the bruises on the side of his neck, and Tang Chujiu immediately understood what it meant. Turned away, not having the courage to look again.

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