After drinking, he said with a smile: "On the ninth day of the first month, let's go to incense today, okay?" ”

Tang Chujiu's answer was, with a wooden face, and he came over with a knife and a bowl.

The smile on Song Lanjun's face was all shattered.

Seeing Chu Jiu's unrelenting hand rise and fall, there was another injury.

The wound is in the hand, and the pain is in the heart. On the ninth day of the first month, when will you have a trace of hesitation when you go under the knife?

When will you forgive me?

On the ninth day of the first month, when will we be able to return to the original love?

Tang Chujiu's face was full of coldness, fragrant? Centipede!

I used to go every year because I made a wish with the Bodhisattva for the 'Seventeen Scenery'.

Now, he is not beautiful, what does he have to do with himself? His scenery will not be happy, but will only be dazzling.

If you really want to go to incense, then you just want to add two words and become 'Seventeen Scenery No More', which will relieve hatred!

If you don't want to defile the Bodhisattva, you have to make this wish!!

After watching the blood dripping all over the bowl, Tang Chujiu took it and went to the courtyard of Yue Xunhuan.

Moreover, it didn't come out all day.

Because of the moon Xunhuan, he spoke: "Today is a good day, dry those medicinal herbs!" ”

Tang Chujiu was speechless: "......" drying medicinal materials should be related to good weather, not days, right?

Only the eccentricity of the moon is looking for joy, and the herbs will be dried to see the auspicious day of the zodiac! There is no one before, and there is no one after.

After taking a broom and sweeping the open space in the middle of the yard, he went to carry the bamboo mat for drying the grain, spread it out on the open space, brought water, found a towel, and carefully wiped the bamboo mat.

I went to the house again, moved the medicinal herbs out, and spread them out on the bamboo mat in turn to dry, but when I got the fifth kind of medicinal herbs that were somewhat like flowers, I was almost divided by Yue Xunhuan and the five horses.

Tang Chujiu looked dazed, what did he do wrong?

Yue Xunhuan gritted his teeth: "Page 123 and page 137!" ”

Tang Chujiu went to take the medical book and opened it, and the mouth suddenly opened, it turned out that these two medicinal materials were mutually restrictive and had to be separated. Even the sun can't be dried together, otherwise it will spoil the smell of the medicine and affect the medicine.

Don't dare to act rashly anymore.

lest you be frustrated by the joy of the moon and scatter ashes.

After getting along with Yue Xunhuan these days, he deeply understands that between medicinal materials and human life, in his eyes, medicinal materials are definitely more valuable.

I didn't dare to pour out the medicine and dry it, so I thought about it, connected the medicinal materials to the basket, looked for the place where the sun was exposed, and after putting them around, I took the medical book and looked at it carefully.

A thick medical book, more than 600 pages, even after reading them all, is a big project, I really don't know how much time it took Yue Xunhuan to write?

Without a year and a half, it will definitely not be completed.

It's not just a year and a half, this book is the brainchild of Yue Xunhuan, and it took more than ten years.

And that's it! It can be seen that it is precious.

This medical book, in addition to Yue Xunhuan, Tang Chujiu was the first person to see it.

Of course, it is also true that there is a medical book painted by Yue Xunhuan nude, and with his eccentric nature, it is impossible to borrow it.

weishenme was given to Tang Chujiu? Go to the moon to find fun!!

Yue Xunhuan took the blood and snake gall and went to the General's Mansion.

It took nearly two hours before he returned.

Tang Chujiu asked cautiously: "Is Gu Qingchen better?" ”

Yue Xunhuan's peach blossom eyes hooked: "Do you doubt my son's medical skills?" ”

For Yue Xunhuan, he can doubt his character, but he will never accept others to doubt his medical skills.

So, Tang Chujiu stabbed the hornet's nest like this.

The joy of seeking joy with the moon will be repaid, and the days of the ninth day of the Tang Dynasty were extremely miserable, and they were no different from purgatory in the world.

I don't know where Yue Xunhuan got the corpse from, because of his personal hobbies, he is the kind that has just died, and he is still a woman who is as beautiful as a flower bean, and she has never been as good as the hairstyle on her head.

Yue Xunhuan forced Tang Chujiu to watch him from the sidelines, his very neat hand rose and fell, disemboweled, and blood was dripping.

Tang Chujiu, who was forced to witness, bowed to all the Bodhisattvas and recited countless times: "Amitabha, there is a head for injustice, and there is a master for debt." ”

After Yue Xunhuan dug out his heart, Tang Chujiu couldn't bear it anymore, and went to the yard to vomit to death and come back to life, and even the yellow gall was about to vomit out.

After spitting, his face was as pale as paper, he held on to the trunk of the tree, inhaled heavily, and felt extremely uncomfortable for a while, as if he was turning over the river and the sea.

Yue Xunhuan's voice was the same as that coming from the eighteenth layer of hell, eerie and cold: "Why don't you come in quickly?" ”

It's like a ghost!!

Tang Chujiu really didn't want to go in, the room was like a slaughterhouse. But I didn't dare not go in.

When he walked in with a blue face when he raised his weak legs, he was despised by Yue Xunhuan: "What is there to vomit?" It's not like you haven't cut pork!! ”

What a word! Can human flesh be the same as pork?!

Tang Chujiu asked Cangtian speechlessly: "......"!!

For Yue Xunhuan, it's the same, there's no difference.

Tang Chujiu had a wooden face, and couldn't help but hope that the girl wouldn't let go of the moon to find joy when she was a ghost, isn't there often a powerful ghost asking for her life or something? Let's go find the moon and have fun.

Yue Xunhuan snorted coldly: "The most terrifying thing in the world is that people's hearts are sinister, not ghosts!" ”

Tang Chujiu couldn't refute it.

Because I think it is.

If anyone starts to do evil, all demons and monsters will sigh to themselves.

watched Yue Xunhuan and cut the girl for an afternoon.

This kind of torture is unbearable.

Finally, finally, Yue Xunhuan stopped and ended this fear.

Tang Chujiu let out a long sigh, thank God, the suffering was finally over.

But he didn't think about it, after drinking a cup of hot tea, Yue Xunhuan instructed: "Go and deal with it." ”

It was it, not her, in Yue Xunhuan's heart, she didn't treat the female corpse as a human at all.

When Tang Chujiu heard this, his eyes widened in shock: "......" was scared countless times.

After Yue Xunhuan put the teacup on the table, he provided a way to deal with it with a smile: "I usually cook and eat, and feed the dogs if I can't finish eating." ”

Tang Chujiu rolled his eyes, he just wanted to faint, forget it, it's a hundred.

Yue Xunhuan cruelly cut off the back road: "If you dare to faint, I will dare to dissect you!" ”

Tang Chujiu really didn't dare. Because I am sure that the scum of Yue Xunhuan will definitely do what he says.

It's just that if you want to bury the corpse, you really don't dare.

zuihou, or Yue Xunhuan was in a good mood because he had figured out a medical problem that had been troubled for a long time today, and his kindness was great: "Page 365. ”

Tang Chujiu took the medical book and turned to page 365, which recorded 'Immortal Water', the name is good, but the medicinal properties are corpses, and they will turn into no trace, not even bones left.

According to the above records, after Tang Chujiu went to the herb pile to find all the required materials, and according to the steps in the medical book, the same boiling, zuihou finally became a small bottle of transparent potion.

Tang Chujiu thought that the smell would be bad, but he didn't want to have a strange fragrance, it smelled good, if he didn't know its medicinal properties, he would think it was a bottle of perfume, no wonder it was named 'fairy water' by Yue Xunhuan.

After holding the potion, closing his eyes, and reciting 'Amitabha Buddha', 'Wronged Boss, Debtor' and 'Reincarnation as soon as possible' eighteen times, he poured the potion down.

As soon as it was over, Tang Chujiu no longer dared to stay in the house, and couldn't wait to rush out, his face turned blue.

Yue Xunhuan lay on the beauty couch and scolded: "It's useless!! ”

Tang Chujiu's hands and feet were weak and he glanced at Yue Xunhuan weakly, thinking that everyone has your pervert? !

After cutting off other people's internal organs, you can still drink tea as if nothing happened!!

Monster!!! No one in the world can beat it!!

Yue Xunhuan once again despised and spurned the ninth day of Tang Chu, got up, went back to the room, and slept.

When I walked to the door, I didn't look back and said: "When the sun sets at three minutes, collect 'Xunwu'." ”

Tang Chujiu's face was at a loss. What is Xunwu? How many minutes is the sunset? When exactly is a three-pointer?

I don't know!!!

I wanted to ask the moon for joy, but I didn't dare.

Because he had already realized in his blood and tears that if anyone dared to disturb his dreams, he would dare to disturb whoever would not be at peace in his life.

zuihou, I had to go and read the medical book.

I was dazzled by it, but fortunately there were answers to the questions.

By the time Tang Chujiu dragged his tired body back to the West Courtyard, it was already the willow tops on the moon.

Song Lanjun had already looked through the autumn water, and when he saw that Tang Chujiu's face was wrong when he came back, he asked with concern: "Chujiu, what's wrong?" ”

Tang Chujiu didn't want to say a word, and directly lay back on the bed, today was like a nightmare.

I didn't get a drop of water all day, but I didn't know I was hungry.

I don't dare to eat it, and I will definitely vomit if I eat it.

I'm still tumbling in my stomach.

This night, Tang Chujiu slept very unsteadily.

I had a dream, and in the dream, Gu Qingchen accompanied Song Dong to return to the door.

The two stood side by side, like a golden boy and a girl, loving and loving.

Gasping for air, he woke up from a nightmare.

At this time, the first moon is full of the West Building.

Raising his hand to wipe away the big drops of cold sweat on his forehead, Tang Chujiu was stunned.

Thinking of Gu Qingchen's intimacy with Song Dongli in the nightmare, Tang Chujiu's heart ached.

Secretly comforted himself that the dreams were all reversed, and they were all reversed, so I slowly felt better in heartache.

Yes, today is the day when Song Dong leaves the door.

If Gu Qingchen woke up, then he should come.

Will Gu Qingchen come?

People who don't want to see him accompany Song Dong back to the door, but want to see him.

couldn't sleep anymore, Tang Chujiu simply went to light the lamp and embroidered the purse.

When the embroidery was bright, it was finally completed.

After thinking about it, Tang Chujiu picked up the needle again, and at the bottom, embroidered Gu Qingchen's name.

This kind of purse is unique.

Biting off the thread, Tang Chujiu spread the purse in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully.

Well, if this word was written in front of Gu Qingchen, it would definitely be more imposing.

Just as he was watching, suddenly a big hand appeared in the air and took the purse away.

It was Song Lanjun, who was smiling: "Chu Jiu, did you embroider it for me?" ”

This pattern and color are used by men at first glance.

Tang Chujiu glared angrily: "Give it back to me!! ”

Song Lanjun looked back and forth: "Chu Jiu, the embroidery is so beautiful, I am very ......" liked the word, and never said it again.

The smile on his face, all distorted. Just because I saw the name 'Qingchen' on the purse.

Song Lanjun's face was pale, and he was angry: "Is it embroidered for Gu Qingchen?" The ninth day of the first month, very good, very good. ”

After the words fell, he took the scissors on the table and cut the purse into rags with three or two knives.

Viciously threw it to the ground, and after stepping on it a few times, Song Lanjun brushed his sleeves away.

If he didn't leave, the crazy jealousy in his heart and the anger that wanted to destroy everything would definitely not help but strangle Tang Chujiu to death.

How can the ninth day of the first month embroider a wishful purse for Gu Qingchen?!

It's better to be broken than to be complete! So, Song Lanjun cut it.

Looking at the door that was thrown to the sky, Tang Chujiu's face was also very ugly.

Squat down, pick up the purse that had been cut into pieces, and spread it on the table, which was completely ruined.

Silently, I went to get the cloth again and did it again.

Song Lanjun's face was very ugly, and Song Dongli returned to his parents' house beaming.

Ning's was originally sick in bed because of the cold weather, but because of his daughter's return to the door, he rarely had a trace of spirit.

took Song Dongli's hand and asked long and short questions.

Song Dongli forced a smile.

Cheng Huan under Gu Qingyang's body every night made Song Dongli extremely tormented.

obviously hated Gu Qingyang half to death, but his body couldn't help his teasing, and he was always emotional.

Now, what Song Dongli is looking forward to the most is that Gu Qingchen will wake up soon.

In fact, Gu Qingchen's consciousness had already woken up, but his body was suppressed by poison, so he couldn't get up.

This means that Song Dongli and Gu Qingyang's cheating and promiscuity at night are known to Gu Qingchen.

However, he didn't care. It's just because Song Dongli is not the person on the tip of his heart.

Gu Qingchen was anxious, how was the ninth day of the first month?

Before the poisonous coma, in the bamboo courtyard, Chu Jiu said that he was willing to marry.

Moreover, I also went to the government to do the paperwork registration, according to which, now, the ninth day of the first year is my wife.

Now, it is Song Dong who has divorced and come in, and Chu Jiu must have been wronged.

Where are you?

On the ninth day of the first month, you wait for me.

On the ninth day of the first month, the only wife I identified was you.

On the ninth day of the first month, I miss you.

Now, Gu Qingchen only hopes that Tang Chujiu can think of the mysteries in the book of Qing Xiu.

Because if she could figure it out, she wouldn't be so sad.

On the ninth day of the first month, even if my father gave you a letter of resignation, my seal is in your hand, and there is no seal inscription on the certificate of resignation, nor my autograph, which is invalid in terms of law.

And in the same way, Song Dongli's welcome letter does not have my signature and seal, and the marriage certificate is also invalid. What's more, if the letter of resignation of the ninth year is invalid, then the ninth day is the wife of the general, and Song Dong is married in, which is the wife!!

Because the law is in front of it, this marriage, even if it is given by the Queen Mother herself, is invalid. What's more, Song Dongli is doing that kind of thing in the happy bed every night, how can she be allowed to tarnish the reputation of the general's wife!

On the ninth day of the first month, you wait for me, and when I wake up, I will not live up to you.

Song Dongli didn't know that Gu Qingchen was conscious, and if he knew, he would definitely be gone.

It was precisely because she didn't know that she could laugh when she returned to the door.

She was still thinking that all the suffering would end when Gu Qingchen woke up.

No matter how bold Gu Qingyang was, he didn't dare to come in the middle of the night to steal joy when Gu Qingchen woke up.

After Song Dongli came out of Ning's room, he went to the West Courtyard.

Tang Chujiu was in front of the window, engrossed in embroidering the purse, when Yue Xunhuan walked in.

Raising his hand, he snatched the purse that Tang Chujiu was embroidering and looked at it carefully.

The purse has become a shape, only the embroidery is missing.

Yue Xunhuan looked at the stitches of the purse and thought about it.

Tang Chujiu's embroidery is average, but the needlework is very good, because when he was in Xinghua Village in the past, he would also take some sewing and mending clothes back to do it at night, which can be regarded as practice makes perfect.

The spacing of the pins is almost identical, and they can be in a straight line. This point made Yue Xunhuan quite satisfied. moved a mind that let Tang Chujiu know that he would want to die.

Yue Xunhuan is very satisfied with his medical skills and pursues perfection. The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that when he was stitching, he didn't think the stitches were good-looking, but now that he saw Tang Chujiu's needlework, he thought too much about it......

After glancing at Tang Chujiu, who dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, Yue Xunhuan threw the purse back, then stood on his feet, flew up, and went to the big tree in the yard, and he didn't know if he was looking at the scenery.

The man's strange mind was never right.

Tang Chujiu lowered his head, and embroidered his purse without distraction, not even knowing that Song Dongli had come in.

Song Dongli was beaming, wearing gold and silver, and at first glance he was dressed as a noble lady.

And Tang Chujiu was just dressed in plain clothes, wearing only a red flower on his head, which was picked in the yard at first glance.

The difference between the two made Song Dongli very proud.

Looking at Tang Chujiu's shabbyness, his heart was comfortable.

Song Dongnan looked happy, twisted his body, and smiled: "Yo, who is this?" Lai Lai, who has no name, no job, no face and no skin, eats and lives here for nothing, and it's embarrassing! A man wants a face, and a tree needs bark! ”

Tang Chujiu raised his head, looked at Song Dongli, and after squinting his eyes, his face changed greatly.

Next to Song Dongli's neck and ears, there are deep and shallow warm marks, all of which tell about the joy of fish and water last night.

Looking at Tang Chujiu's ugly face, Song Dongli felt very happy in his heart, and even the humiliation of being forced to accept Huan under Gu Qingyang at night was lightened by three points.

Looking for joy in the moon on the tree, he thought that Song Dongli disturbed his good dreams.

Flying down the tree, standing in front of Song Dongli, after looking at Song Dongli as if he were cow dung, he pointed to the side of her neck, and asked sharply: "Who did you sleep with last night?" Don't tell me it's Gu Qingchen, he's unconscious, and he doesn't have that ability! ”

The demon is worthy of being a demon, and there is never a good word to say.

Song Dongnan was shocked, his face was pale, and he said sharply: "You have to talk nonsense." ”

Yue Xunhuan flicked his fingers, and a colorful spider came to Song Dongli's lips: "Shut up, my son doesn't want to listen to you call spring like an old hen!" ”

Song Dong still dares to scream again, and if he screams again, the spider will crawl into his mouth.

Shijie finally calmed down, and Yue Xunhuan was satisfied: "Now, get out of this son!" ”

Song Dongli's legs trembled and walked out of the west courtyard.

Yue Xunhuan glanced at Tang Chujiu with disdain and flew up the tree.

Tang Chujiu looked at the moon for the first time and looked for joy.

Suddenly, I felt that this person was not useless.

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