The minister's mansion was full of lights and colors, and it was full of joy.

The auspicious time has finally arrived, with gongs and drums and guests like clouds.

The minister's mansion was happy, and he was married at the behest of the Empress Dowager, and he was married to General Zhiyong, and the guests who came only broke through the threshold.

Usually I don't even have any friendship, but I also came with a congratulatory gift. If it weren't for the suddenness of the wedding and the urgency of time, it is estimated that more people would come.

Song Lanjun has made a moderate progress, talks and laughs vigorously, and stands out from the crowd.

Whether it is age, appearance, or bearing, it is particularly eye-catching among the hundred officials.

can be a minister of a country in the past two years, and the grace of the saint is not fading, Song Lanjun is indeed the dragon and phoenix among people.

Not to mention that there is no one who will come later, there is no one who has never been before.

In every move, it's all momentum.

But it's just right, not aggressive, and majestic enough to make people surrender.

Although Song Lanjun's face was a little pale, he was smiling and entertaining one by one.

The Tang poems and paintings that have been specially made up are even more beautiful and extravagant, although they are now a wife, they can still afford the first beauty.

Seeing that Song Lanjun's face was not good, he went to bring a glass of brown sugar water over with understanding: "Lan Jun, it will be more comfortable to drink." ”

Song Lanjun was a little overwhelmed, did not postpone it, drank it with an extremely elegant posture after holding the cup, and then put the cup back into Tang Shihua's hand with a smile on his face.

The two stand together, like a golden boy and a girl, very pleasing to the eye, talented and beautiful, and they have been haode since ancient times.

Many women cast envious eyes on Tang poetry and painting, ten miles of red makeup to marry the capital, no children after marriage, not only did the husband not take a concubine, but even the favor was not reduced by half, this life is so good, I really want to replace it.

Tang Shihua enjoyed the feeling of standing side by side with Song Lanjun in the name of the minister's wife, this kind of identity, the scenery is infinite, which woman in the capital does not want.

Listening to the firecrackers and gongs and drums coming from outside, everyone knew that this was the arrival of the welcoming procession, which happened to be an auspicious time.

Sure enough, the porter came to report with a beaming face: "My lord, here you are, here you are coming, and you are here." ”

The smile on Song Lanjun's face deepened, and it was from the heart, and he said one word: "Reward." ”

The porter got a big red envelope, and even said all the auspicious words.

The officials also followed along to say hello and bless auspiciousness.

The smile on Song Lanjun's face has never stopped.

On the ninth day of the first month, now, Gu Qingchen also has a wife!

On the ninth day of the first month, have you seen that the big red sedan chair in the General's Mansion to marry Dongli has been carried over.

From now on, Dongli will be Gu Qingchen's wife!

Tang Chujiu did see it, climbed on the towering tree in the courtyard, and saw Gu Qingyang who was married on behalf of him in the dazzling red happy characters.

The heart that was pinched, seeing that it was not Gu Qingchen's face, was relieved.

In this life, on the big tree in this courtyard, I have witnessed two big red happy events, one Song Dong got married, and the other Song Lanjun married, no matter which one it was, it was extremely displeased.

I don't like Song Lanjun's empathy and don't love, let the promise be short, and I don't like Song Dongli's wishful thinking, which is difficult for strongmen.

She finally married Gu Qingchen, although she was married on her behalf.

Gu Qingchen didn't come, did he have not woken up yet?

Is it poison that has not yet been resolved?

Will it be dangerous?

Tang Chujiu climbed down from the tree in countless worries, her feet just hit the ground, but she was weak and fell to the ground, and the sudden pain made her hold her stomach, roll on the ground, die and come back to life.

This kind of pain is like someone sawing bones with a knife, pulling back and forth inch by inch, inch by inch, and the pain is unbearable.

Tang Chujiu's lips bit out blood, sweating profusely, and finally the pain was unbearable, and he howled miserably.

The screams were very piercing in a jubilant atmosphere.

Song Dongli, who had just been helped by Xi Po to get on the sedan chair, listened to Tang Chujiu's screams that were worse than one another, and his face turned blue with anger, and his pretty face was distorted and deformed, making the shyness and beauty no longer exist: "Slut!! "It must have been on purpose! Deliberately make the auspicious day unlucky.

Everyone listened to this cry, and their expressions were full of speculation, who was so heartbreaking on the day of the big day? !

Song Lanjun heard that it was Tang Chujiu's voice, he was shocked, he couldn't care about anything, he pulled his legs and ran to the west courtyard, no longer in danger.

The abnormality of the minister made everyone look at each other...... Who is this woman?

There are only two peach blossoms of the minister. One is the ninth day of the Tang Dynasty, and the other is Tang poetry and painting.

A few days ago, Tang Chujiu was the wife of General Zhiyong's mansion.

Today, General Zhiyong is married to the sister of the minister.

Could it be ......

Looking at Song Lanjun's chaos and unprecedented gaffe, Tang Shihua gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, his face turned pale, but he had to force a smile to entertain alone.

The ladies who came today are mostly from major families, and a pair of sharp eyes have become fine, how can they not see through the situation of Tang poetry and painting, and they are afraid that the scenery of love is also in front of people.

Behind it, who knows behind it......

But on such an important occasion as today, the minister ignored everyone because of the woman's screams, and the woman was only afraid that she was good.

In the eyes of everyone who looked at Tang poetry and painting, there was no schadenfreude, pity, and good show.

Let's just say, if you are not pregnant, how can you be a pet!

When Song Lanjun's face changed drastically and she ran back to the West Courtyard, Yue Xunhuan was already there.

He was standing aside, watching Tang Chujiu roll around on the ground under the big tree.

The white clothes on his body were already covered with mud, and the hair on his head was messy, and a golden step that was priceless at a glance fell to the ground.

Song Lanjun squatted down and stretched out his hand to hold Tang Chujiu into his arms, but instead he was pushed down and sat on the ground.

Tang Chujiu was so painful that his eyes were blood-red, he had lost his reason, and the screams in his mouth went straight to the sky of the nine heavens, it was too painful, he reached out and pulled the three thousand green silk on his head hard, the force was ruthless, regardless of it, it was not light or heavy, a strand of hair was torn off like this with the skin, but she didn't know the pain at all.

Song Lanjun's heart was twisted, she crawled over from the ground, relying on the advantage of the man's body, pressed on Tang Chujiu's body to prevent her from moving, and grabbed the chaotic little hand with her big hand, preventing it from hurting herself again: "Chujiu, what's wrong with you?" What's wrong? ”

Tang Chujiu was like practicing the martial arts, he had lost his normalcy and struggled, but because of his lack of strength, he didn't break free. The teeth clenched, and bright red blood dripped down the corners of his mouth.

Song Lanjun couldn't bear Tang Chujiu to bite herself, and sent her big hand to the red lips.

Tang Chujiu was like a hungry wolf, he bit when he opened his mouth, and he saw blood all of a sudden.

Song Lanjun was willing to suffer this pain, and only begged Chu Jiu not to hurt himself again.

Butler Liu, who followed later, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw the scene in front of him, and the minister was pressed on the body of the ninth girl in broad daylight.

The posture of the man on the woman is very ...... It makes people think about it, and it is not suitable in front of people. The weirdest thing is that the young man of the moon, on the side, couldn't take his eyes off it, and he didn't see him at all as a humble gentleman's 'don't look at incivility, don't listen to incivility, don't speak incivility, don't move incivility', and what's even more rare is that he doesn't have a trace of embarrassment on Najun's face.

Sure enough, this miracle doctor is as strange as the legend says.

Steward Liu didn't have the concentration of Yue Xunhuan, and his realm was not as high as his, so he turned his back, looked up at the sky, and was a stake.

Adults and nine girls, what are you trying to make a fuss about?

Can't you go back to the house? Behind closed doors, there was a quarrel at the head of the bed, and the end of the bed was closed...... What I heard just now was a scream, and weishenme became such a warmth in front of him?

Tang Chujiu was so painful that he couldn't wait to break himself, and he really hoped that he could faint with a roll of his eyes.

However, the more painful it is, the more conscious it becomes.

It wasn't until nearly two quarters of an hour later that it slowly stopped.

The whole body was already soaked with sweat, and the whole person felt as if he had died.

Like a puddle of water, he collapsed to the ground, only a slight breath remained. I didn't have the strength at all, I couldn't lift my hand, let alone walk back into the house.

finally relieved, the piece of meat in Song Lanjun's hand was about to be bitten off, and the teeth were clearly marked.

Seeing that Tang Chujiu was no longer struggling, Song Lanjun raised her body slightly, and after confirming that she would indeed not hurt herself again, she hurriedly asked, "Chujiu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Tang Chujiu was powerless to answer.

If you have the strength, how can you let Song Lanjun do this again, in broad daylight, and press on your body!

Song Lanjun stood up and carefully carried Tang Chujiu into the inner room like a jewel.

That treasure is like getting a peerless treasure.

Yue Xunhuan followed into the house, and as soon as Song Lanjun put Tang Chujiu on the bed, Yue Xunhuan's hand was connected.

The pulse is like everything is normal.

Except for some detachment.

couldn't find out why, there was no answer to the question, Yue Xunhuan left decisively.

Don't care about the injuries on Tang Chujiu's head at all!

This doctor has no medical ethics!

However, Moon Xunhuan doesn't mind.

Rumors and rumors, Yu Yue is looking for joy, they are all floating clouds in the sky, and they can't hurt him in the slightest. All of them go in the left ear and go out in the right ear.

Fortunately, Steward Liu's eyes have always been good, and he immediately sent the doctor over.

Under Song Lanjun's glare, the old doctor was under pressure.

Diagnosis and consultation, but there is no reason for the diagnosis.

Song Lanjun did not accept this result: "How can it be okay? Just now, I was so painful that I came back to life. ”

The old doctor sweated like rain: "My lord, the ninth girl does have a normal pulse." ”

Song Lanjun moved the anger of thunder, rare roughness, and the son who was no longer gentle as jade: "Quack." ”

The old doctor Zuihou crawled away.

The reason why Steward Liu was able to get Song Lanjun's blue eyes was because of his exquisite thoughts.

As soon as the old doctor opened the door of room 0, he saw two other doctors.

But the results were the same.

Song Lanjun frowned, waved his hand to let the trembling doctors retreat, personally brought boiling water, helped Tang Chujiu leaning on his chest, and fed her to drink.

This intimate posture made Tang Chujiu very disliked and repulsed, but he didn't even have the strength to push it away, and the toss that had just died and lived was already dry and his throat was so dry that he was about to smoke, shouting that he urgently needed water to moisturize.

Finally, he lightly opened his red lips and drank the warm water, feeling like Qiongliang jade liquid.

After drinking all the full glass of water, I felt more comfortable, but the whole person was still exhausted.

His body was sticky and extremely uncomfortable due to sweating, his face was dirty, his hands and clothes were covered with mud, and the nails of several fingers were broken. His long hair was covered with sweat and blood and mud, and it was a mess, like a bird's nest.

The whole person is miserable.

The place where the scalp was torn off, although the medicine was applied, it still hurt for a while.

was full of embarrassment, but Tang Chujiu had no energy to take care of it, his physical strength was exhausted, and he sank into Mengxiang.

After Song Lanjunzi carefully covered the quilt, he personally went to fetch hot water, wrung up the steaming towel, and carefully wiped Tang Chujiu, little by little, extremely gently, like water.

Because Tang Chujiu was asleep and it was not easy to wash her hair, Song Lanjun had no choice but to move her to the edge of the bed, and three thousand green silks hung down along the edge of the bed and scattered in the hot water basin.

Song Lanjun half-squatted on the ground, wisps by wisp, gently and gently, for fear of hurting the beauty, and washed very carefully.

Because of the injury, the roots did not dare to wash.

It took nearly half an hour to wash it, and then I brought a towel and wiped it slowly until it was dry.

During the whole process, Tang Chujiu was not awakened.

After pouring out the used water, Song Lanjun went to get scissors, pointed at each point, and carefully trimmed Tang Chujiu.

When the 'Seven Poisons' attacked, it was so painful that my nails were scratched on the ground, so there was a lot of dirt in it.

Song Lanjun took the crochet needle and seriously picked up the dirt in his nails until it was clean.

After everything was done, Song Lanjun sat down in front of the bed, looking at Tang Chujiu with tender eyes, full of pity.

How long has it been since I watched the ninth year of the first year so well? More than 300 days and nights, as long as a lifetime has passed.

The ninth day of the first year has indeed changed a lot and has become ...... Although it is much more beautiful, Song Lanjun doesn't want it, because such a junior ninth is too radiant, peerless, and attracts bees and butterflies.

Trembling, he stretched out his big hand and stroked Tang Chujiu's frowning eyebrows, going back and forth several times before smoothing it out.

Reluctant to leave, he stayed and forgot to return, followed the willow eyebrows, slid through the watery eyes, and came to the red lips.

It has been ravaged to the point that it is not decent, and it is all red and swollen.

In this way, it is not tempting, but in Song Lanjun's opinion, he feels that such a junior high school is like a seductive goblin.

The god leaned forward like a ghost, lowered his head, covered his red lips, slowly, gently, bit by bit, and delicately depicted its beauty.

Tang Chujiu was in his sleep, indifferent, and his red lips were cold.

Although there was no response, Song Lanjun was still emotional. The ninth of the first month, the ninth day of my first year, you have finally returned to me.

wanted more, but had to restrain his impulse, and after taking a few deep breaths, he stripped off his clothes and went to bed, and hugged Tang Chujiu into his arms.

That posture is very familiar and easy, just because for countless nights, they have been hugging each other and sleeping like this.

At the moment when he hugged Tang Chujiu's full arms, Song Lanjun's nose was sour, and he almost burst into tears, for this moment is no longer empty, for this moment is no longer incomplete.

On the ninth day of the first month, if the emptiness of the past was an injury, then at this moment, I realized that it was perfect to have you.

Looking for and seeking, going around and around, the ninth day of the first month, it turns out that you are my happiness. It turns out that with you, I can be happy.

Holding Tang Chujiu, Song Lanjun was satisfied, and unconsciously, he fell asleep, sleeping extremely sweetly, and he didn't even have a dream. In the more than a year since they were separated, Song Lanjun had never slept until dawn, and this time, because of Tang Chujiu in his arms, he slept extremely peacefully, just because he was at ease.

Tang Chujiu was very tired and tired in his sleep, and he just wanted to sleep without waking up, but subconsciously, he felt that he couldn't sleep recklessly, just because he felt that he hadn't done something.

What is it? Yes, blood, Gu Qingchen needs a bowl of blood every day.

Tang Chujiu struggled to wake up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Gu Qingchen's enlarged face.

His big hands rested on his waist, and they hugged each other and slept with each other, as if they had countless days and nights when they were in love in the past.

But now, the love has long been broken, and Tang Chujiu hates this intimacy.

With all his strength, he struggled to get out of Song Lanjun's arms.

This action made Song Lanjun open his eyes, and he was still a little confused, seeing Tang Chujiu in his arms, he smiled thousands of gracefully, and called: "Chujiu ......"

I just woke up and my voice was a little hoarse.

Tang Chujiu's face was cold, revealing hatred: "Prime minister, please respect yourself!! ”

These words, like a basin of cold water, extinguished Song Lanjun's tenderness, and also made him return to the cruelty of reality from beauty.

The ninth and seventeenth days of the first month are not the same as before.

Tang Chujiu said sharply: "Please let go of me." ”

Warm fragrant nephrite, Song Lanjun was reluctant to let go, looked at Tang Chujiu, and called: "Chujiu......"

Just like when I was looking for pleasure in bed before, as long as Tang Chujiu didn't follow, I would call it like this, zuihou, and I would do whatever I wanted.

Tang Chujiu hated this very much, and struggled even harder.

I hit the wound on my head, and the pain turned black in front of my eyes.

Song Lanjun hurriedly got up from the bed: "Chu Jiu, don't be excited, I'll just get up." ”

Tang Chujiu was out of breath, gritted his teeth and said one word: "Get out!! ”

Dare to call 'roll' to the ministers who are powerful and turn their hands into clouds and rain for the clouds, Tang Chujiu is still the first person in the world today.

Song Lanjun was not annoyed, but her starry eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if she had been wronged: "Chu Jiu, I don't want to go." Persistently: "Chu Jiu, don't you let me go, okay?" ”

didn't accept the rejection, and pointed to the core: "Chu Jiu, don't you want my blood?" I'll get out of here, and you'll be out of blood. ”

It's also a realm when the scoundrel is taken to the extreme.

Song Lanjun's realm is unrivaled in the world.

Tang Chujiu glared at Song Lanjun viciously, and countless sparks appeared.

Song Lanjun took a sharp knife from the table and handed it to Tang Chujiu: "Yao, blood." As he spoke, he took the initiative to roll up his sleeves and show his wrists.

Tang Chujiu used all his hatred to raise his hand and wave his knife down, and blood rushed out.

Song Lanjun stared at the blood that fell into the bowl one by one, and her expression was not unharmed.

The face finally regained a little blood color due to a good night's sleep, but as the blood droplets fell, it disappeared again.

With the blood in his hand, he opened the door, and Steward Liu, who had been guarding the door, immediately took it.

Song Lanjun returned to the house, held the wound and put it in front of Tang Chujiu, as if coquettish: "Chujiu, I am in pain." ”

Tang Chujiu closed his eyes, made that hard-hearted heart, and ignored it.

Song Lanjun bit her lip, like a deep resentful woman, and bandaged her wounds.

As soon as he put down his wide sleeves, Yue Xunhuan came over, and cleared the field very domineeringly, facing a courtier, unceremoniously: "You go out!" ”

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