Why is he now reduced to the lowest slave and living a dark life in the minister's mansion!

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And Tang Chujiu can be the treasure in his eyes!

I care so much about her, so good.

If that fire had burned her, how good it would have been!

God doesn't have long eyes, why does all the suffering befall him?

What the hell is going wrong?!

Because he doesn't know anyone, he entrusts a non-person to lure a wolf into the house?

Tang Shihua gritted his teeth with hatred, hating that he couldn't let Tang Chujiu live in the eighteenth-layer hell of the sword mountain and sea of fire, but he ...... Helpless.

After Song Lanjun wrote a letter of resignation and was forced to sell himself as a slave, he was confined in this courtyard and couldn't go anywhere.

Except for someone who brought three meals a day to the door through a small window, no one stepped into the courtyard.

Leave Tang poetry and painting to fend for themselves.

In this courtyard, the living creatures that can be seen in Tang poetry and painting are ants, mice, and insects.

It can drive people crazy.

In this cold courtyard, Tang Shihua is alone every day, and there is no one to speak.

What is the most unbearable thing in the world? It is boundless loneliness, boundless loneliness, and death in despair.

No one speaks, no one cares if you live or die, and you don't know what it's like out there.

It's all left to fend for itself, and every day seems so long and so hard.

Because, I really don't know what to do.

When Tang Shihua couldn't stand it, he talked to himself every day.

Later, I don't know what to say, just make a sound.

In less than a month, Tang Shihua couldn't bear it anymore, and if he continued like this, he would collapse.

I deliberately contracted the cold and wanted to be tempted, so I deliberately didn't go to the door to get food.

As a result, I waited for seven days and seven nights in hope, but no one came in, but the food at the door was fresh.

zuihou, Tang Shihua was desperate, supported Zuihou's strength, crawled to the door and grabbed it with his hands, and ate the meal with tears in his eyes.

After coming back from a circle at the Ghost Gate, Tang Shihua suddenly opened up and strengthened his confidence that he must not die!!

When life dies, it is a hundred. Nothing is possible.

You must live, live, is the king, live, you have a chance, laugh to zuihou.

Since then, Tang Shihua never dared to get sick again, and would eat every bowl of rice very seriously every time.

Every day, Tang Shihua's favorite thing to do is to pile stones in the corner of the wall, step on them, and poke his head out to see if there is anyone outside.

If you can see people passing by occasionally, you will be very happy.

I once tried to talk to them and ask for information from the outside world.

It's a pity that everyone avoids it, just like seeing a flood beast.

Aunt Wang, the only one guarding the door, heard the cry after hearing the cry, but unfortunately before she could say a word, her head flew high with blood, crossed the wall, flew into the sky, and then fell.

It happened to be smashed on Tang Shihua's face, and the blood was still hot.

Tang Shihua screamed and fell to the ground, and Aunt Wang's head also rolled down, just on Tang Shihua's waist.

Aunt Wang's tragic death made Tang Shihua completely desperate after a few days of high fever.

It also made this courtyard a taboo in the eyes of everyone, and no one dared to approach it again, for fear of a tragic death.

Tang Shihua has not heard so many voices for a long time, and it has been a long time since I have seen so many people.

I even saw Tang Chujiu!!

Watching Tang Chujiu walk by, some of the Tang poems and paintings were full of hatred.

Why?!

Why?!

God doesn't have long eyes.

Tang poems paint hatred, and hatred goes to the bone.

hates Song Lanjun, but hates Tang Chujiu even more.

Women are such strange creatures, and it is clear that all the sufferings in Tang poetry and painting are all given by Song Lanjun.

However, what Tang Shihua hated was Tang Chujiu, just because Song Lanjun had her in her heart.

In this courtyard, when Tang Shihua is so lonely and miserable that she can't stand it, she will think back to the past.

What I think about the most is the days when Song Lanjun spoiled her to the bone, and automatically avoided the harm that Song Lanjun gave later.

Because then there will be a lot less suffering.

The more those sweet memories became, the more jealous Tang Shihua became, and the more he hated Tang Chujiu. Why can she get Lan Jun's favor? No talent, no appearance! Nothing compares to yourself! Why?

It's just that as much hatred as there is, there is despair.

Now, my father and mother don't know what happened.

I can't find out any news, all the spies who were previously arranged to enter the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zuihou was ordered by Song Lanjun to send people over, and there were many of them, all of them were blinded!! Before he died, he didn't know what kind of torture he had suffered, and the expression on everyone's face was full of horror, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Those heads are now buried in the northernmost corner of the courtyard, and Tang Shihua dug a hole and buried them with his own hands.

Because, if you don't bury them, you can only let them rot in the house, and no one will come in this yard at all!!

Now, Tang Shihua's greatest hope is on Tang Zixuan, hoping that he can ......

What can he do, he is already a sinful body, and he has been sold as a sex slave, can he have a bright future?

And even if there were, how many years would it take?

I'm afraid that by then, the first beauty in the world will already be ...... The red face is old, and it has become yesterday's yellow flower.

Tang poetry and painting have not looked in the mirror for a long time, if she goes to the bronze mirror, she will find that the beauty in the mirror has long been haggard, no longer as beautiful as when the flowers are blooming.

It's already withered.

Tang Shihua was sitting in the courtyard, gritting his teeth with hatred, but the door squeaked and was pushed open.

Thinking that it was blown by the wind, Tang Shihua did not raise his head.

This courtyard has long been beyond the Three Realms, how can there be living creatures coming in? Song Lanjun didn't allow it, and no one dared to come in.

Until a pair of embroidered shoes appeared in front of me.

Tang Shihua raised his head violently, his eyes were round and big, and after a few 'gurgling' sounds in his throat, he finally let out an excited and difficult voice: "Dongli." ”

Song Dongli was wearing gold and silver, dressed in pink clothes, lined with white and red, with picturesque eyebrows, looking at Tang poetry and painting condescendingly.

Tang Shihua was very excited, and grabbed Song Dongli's clothes hard, just like a drowning man grabbed a life-saving grass from Zuihou: "Dongli, Dongli, how is the Houyefu now?" ”

Song Dongli hooked his lips and smiled, smiling brightly: "Want to know? Get down on your knees and kowtow to me! ”

Tang Shihua couldn't believe it, and hesitated to confirm: "East departure? ”

Song Dongli looked arrogant, his voice was cold, and he sneered: "What? Are you still the daughter of the star-studded princess? Are you still the lady of the minister who is loved by thousands of people? Are you still the first beauty who can fascinate men? ”

Tang Shihua's face turned pale, thinking that what he was looking forward to was a surprise, but he didn't expect it to be humiliation. Yes, since ancient times, the wall has fallen down and everyone pushes it, and the drum is beaten by thousands of people. Although Song Dongli had never treated her badly before, so what? It's as depressed as it is now.

In front of her, she said that she was going to kneel and kowtow, Tang Shihua had to bite her white lip, suppress her humiliation, and knelt down in front of Song Dongli, kowtowing one after another.

Knocked his forehead bruised and bleeding, dizzy, and knocked away all his dignity, Song Dongli squatted down, raised Tang Shihua's chin with his index finger, and after carefully examining it, he used his fingernails to delicately depict her tightly bitten lips, without a trace of blood.

Song Dongli's fingers were cold, sliding away on his face like a snake, and the touch made Tang Shihua shiver involuntarily.

After a while, Song Dongli stopped his hand and snorted hard at Tang Shihua's face, and said hatefully: "The first beauty, it's nothing more than that!" ”

Tang poetry and painting since childhood, pampered by the world, is praised by the world, now being spit on like this, the heart is full of embarrassment and humiliation, but can only swallow all with blood and tears in the stomach, the phoenix that has been plucked is not as good as a chicken, not to mention that there are people now.

Let the dirt on his face slide down with his cheeks, and Zuihou's slight 'horn' sound dripped on the back of his left hand, that feeling, in this life, Tang poetry and painting will not forget.

Song Dongli stood up, smiled like a flower and said happily: "Your mother is dead, but your father is alive." ”

After speaking, without glancing at Tang Shihua again, Song Dongli left with a happy smile.

Tang Shihua maintained the posture of kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, and all night, like a wooden stake, did not move.

As the darkness passed, the dawn came.

When the sun rose on the horizon, Tang Chujiu woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I felt extremely tired, and my whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.

Never had I slept so tired.

I slept all night, but I felt that it was harder than a day of hard work.

Gu Qingchen didn't sleep all night, and when he saw Tang Chujiu wake up, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Chujiu, did you sleep well?" ”

Tang Chujiu pinched his back and said with a bitter face: "It's not good, I slept with a sore back, and it was very uncomfortable." ”

Yue Xunhuan has been waiting for the rabbit for a long time: "Tang Chujiu, do you remember what you did last night?" ”

Tang Chujiu was in a fog, and he didn't understand why Yue Xunhuan was asking these things, but seeing that he was asking seriously, he thought about it and said, "I fell asleep after I did the needlework." ”

Yue Xunhuan asked: "And then?" ”

Tang Chujiu felt inexplicable, he had already slept, what else could he do? "And then I woke up now."

When Gu Qingchen heard this, his starry eyes became darker and darker, and his sword eyebrows frowned again.

Yue Xunhuan pondered for a while, and then asked, "Did you have a dream last night?" ”

Tang Chujiu thought for a while and frowned: "Yes, but I don't remember anything." ”

Yue Xunhuan clapped his hands excitedly: "Think again." ”

Tang Chujiu thought of having a splitting headache, but he couldn't think of it.

Gu Qingchen couldn't bear the pain of the ninth month, forcibly drove Yue Xunhuan out, and said softly: "Will you sleep again?" ”

Tang Chujiu groaned in pain: "I don't sleep, I sleep uncomfortably." ”

Gu Qingchen was not reluctant: "Okay, let's eat something first." ”

After breakfast, Gu Qingchen paused for a while and said, "On the ninth day of the first month, I want to go back to the house." ”

Gu Qingchen originally wanted to take Tang Chujiu back with him, but in the end he didn't say anything, only advised: "I will come back before the time, I will always stay, if there is anything, you can find him." ”

Tang Chujiu said lightly: "I'll wait for you to come back." ”

As soon as Gu Qingchen left, Tang Chujiu took yesterday's unfinished needlework, and continued to embroider a hundred pieces, not embroidering for a while, because the room was stuffy, the tip of his nose was hot and a thin layer of sweat, and he looked up to see the cool breeze blowing in the yard, so he took the needlework and went to the shade of the trees in the yard.

Ou Xiaoman was also in the shade of the tree, lying horizontally on the beauty chair, half-squinting, and drowsy.

Seeing Tang Chujiu coming, after glancing at it, he ignored it.

Tang Chujiu always felt that Ou Xiaoman's yin qi this time was much heavier than last time!

Anyway, last time, although saying a word can choke people to death, it is better than now, without saying a word, it is cold.

Tang Chujiu sat on the side, concentrating on embroidering Baifu.

Yue Xunhuan walked over in a flowery dress, looked at Tang Chujiu, and smiled a ...... Creepy chills.

Just like Dong Shi saw Fan Li, his eyes were shining, but he was all like a wolf and a tiger. Tang Chujiu really couldn't stand the ghost of Yue Xunhuan, so he looked up and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The blood of the Moon Seeking Joy Beast boiled: "Let's think about last night again, right?" ”

Tang Chujiu immediately made a decision, took the needlework, and stayed away from the land of right and wrong.

Yue Xunhuan wanted to catch up with him, but Ou Xiaoman opened his eyes and asked in a strange way: "Don't you get a needle?" ”

With a sigh, Yue Xunhuan watched Tang Chujiu go away.

Tang Chujiu took the needle and thread, walked quickly to the back room in one breath, and then stopped to catch his breath.

After the rapid breathing subsided, Tang Chujiu raised his eyes and found that this was the way to the pavilion in the backyard, so he walked over.

Follow the path and walk to the familiar place, the gazebo is still the same, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and trees) 2C occasionally a few birds fly in the sky) 2C The crisp call is so wonderful and beautiful.

Everything is as it was before.

I just don't know how South Chang'an is?

Tang Chujiu tentatively shouted towards the wall: "South Chang'an, South Chang'an......"

Almost immediately, Nan Chang'an's surprised voice came: "The ninth day of the first month? ”

Tang Chujiu couldn't help but smile: "Well, it's me." ”

stepped on the stones piled up in the corner of the wall before, climbed over the wall, and looked at Nan Chang'an in a wheelchair with a smile.

He is still the same, a gentleman like jade.

Nan Changan tilted his head slightly, his starry eyes were half-narrowed, looking at the beautiful woman on the wall and smiling lightly, her eyes were rippling, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth: "Chu Jiu, I miss you very much, you haven't been here for a long time." ”

Tang Chujiu held on to the wall, and jumped into the courtyard on this side of the wall with a force in his hand: "Nanchang'an, I'm sorry, when the incident happened suddenly, I went to Nanzhao Kingdom, and I didn't return until yesterday." How are you doing now? Do you still have rheumatic pain in your leg bones? ”

The three words 'Nan Zhaoguo' made Nan Chang'an's eyes constrict, but the expression on his face remained the same: "Well, I'm still the same." On the ninth day of junior high school, you have lost a lot of weight. So is Nanzhao fun to do? I've heard people say that the customs are different from ours. ”

Tang Chujiu sat down on the stone bench beside Nan Chang'an and smiled: "Well, that Nanzhao Kingdom is completely different from us, the weather over there is changeable, and the wind and sand are very heavy, and the bartering on the street, whether it is of equal value or not, is only voluntary. ”

"The fruit is delicious, many of which I have never seen before, I like to eat the mangji persimmon there, sweet and sour, very delicious. That civet cat fruit, the strange taste, is not used to eating, but I heard that it is very supplemental, saying that eating one civet cat fruit can be worth three old hens. ”

"The men are all very burly, with their hair braided into small braids and big earrings, which is strange to look at. The woman was very strong, with mostly dark skin and great strength. I heard that it is more fierce, so the men over there said that they want to marry the woman on our side, and they are more gentle and understanding. "I met a prince named Nan Junfei, his character is 'Chang'an', that person is very ......" Tang Chujiu couldn't think of an adjective to say.

Nan Chang'an's body leaned forward slightly, holding his breath and concentrating, with a little impatience that could not be hidden, looking at Tang Chujiu.

Tang Chujiu tilted his head and continued: "It's different. He doesn't braid like the men of Nanzhao, nor does he pull his hair up like the men on our side, his hair is draped down and tied directly at the back of his head, which looks very conspicuous, like standing out from the crowd. ”

Nan Chang'an's body leaned on the back of the chair and smiled: "Oh, so far away, there are still people called 'Chang'an' like me, what does that person look like?" How old are you? Are you married? ”

Tang Chujiu thought about it carefully and said: "With thick eyebrows and big eyes, at first glance it is not from my country, the contours of the facial features of the people over there are relatively deep, anyway, you will know it as soon as you see it." I can't tell how big it is, and the people over there don't know if the wind and sand blow too much, and they can't tell their real age. In my opinion, it's about twenty-five or six, but I don't know if it's accurate. ”

"I haven't married yet, and I don't have a concubine. I heard that they were blessed with a hundred beauty, but no one could enter his eyes, and Zuihou returned it all intact. I heard that he was talented, and he won the favor of their saints, and the fief he was given was very rich, and countless women were crazy for him, but they were not happy. I don't know who will be lucky enough to be his princess. ”

After hearing this, Nan Changan said with a look of fascination: "Full of talent and learning, and can not be confused by women, he must be the dragon and phoenix among people, and I really want to have a deep friendship with him." On the ninth day of the first month, have you seen the king of the south? ”

"I've met a few times. The first time was when I went to a restaurant for dinner, and I saw him with friends, and then the shopkeeper accidentally knocked over the hot tea on my hand, and it was he who helped me to save me from injury. The second time was in the same restaurant, and they happened to wait for someone. Well, he invited me to eat the specialties of Nanzhao. The third time was at a banquet, he drank too much wine, and after saying a few words to me, he was so happy that he gave me a whole bag of golden beans. ”

Thinking about it, he is really close to Nan Junfei, he has not stayed in Nanzhao for a month, but he has seen him several times. However, I guess he didn't know, after all, it was shown in front of him in two faces.

When Nan Changan heard this, he laughed: "Can you give me half of the golden beans?" ”

Tang Chujiu sighed: "I can't divide it, I won't be able to do anything, and I will go back." I'm afraid that when he wakes up the next day, he will look for money bags everywhere. ”

Nan Changan was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "In my opinion, this Southern King is definitely not this kind of person. Since they said they were sending you, they would never come back. ”

Tang Chujiu pointed to the facts: "He didn't send it to me when he was sober, he sent it when he was drunk." "Such a big bag of golden beans, if you buy a house in the capital, you can also buy a very haode courtyard house.

Nan Changan carefully analyzed: "Chu Jiu, you are wrong, you don't know men too well. A gentleman's word) 2C horses are difficult to chase. Whether he is drunk or sober, if he says to send, he will send. A gentleman like the king of Esouth will not have the possibility of going back. ”

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