When Song Lanjun's fingers pulled the belt of his back belly pocket, Tang Chujiu's legs were weak and he bit his red lips tightly.

At this moment, the big voice of Aunt Wu of Xinghua Village sounded outside the door: "The ninth day of the first month, the ninth day of the first ......"

Tang Chujiu woke up from his loss, suddenly pushed Song Lanjun away, hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground, lowered his head and put them on.

Aunt Wu outside the door had already slapped the door hard: "The ninth day of the first month, the ninth day of the first ......"

Song Lanjun's face was extremely pale, and after looking at Tang Chujiu's face, he asked in a deep voice through the door, "What's the matter?" Hazel"

There was suppressed anger in his voice.

After receiving the news of Tang Chujiu's amnesia from the Wei family, Song Lanjun went to Xinghua Village and invited a few people who were familiar with Chujiu before to come over.

I really regret that I died, please this eyeless Aunt Wu... City...

Originally, he wanted to dispel Tang Chujiu's doubts, but he never thought that he would spoil his good deeds now.

How could Song Lanjun have a good face.

After Aunt Wu heard Song Lanjun's voice, she didn't think about it so much, she was old and old, and her brain was not so bright, how could she have thought that the house would be full of spring light, not to mention that she had been widowed for decades. It's been too long since these men and women had sex affairs.

Therefore, she said through the door with two missing teeth: "My eyes are useless, and this thread can't be pierced into the pinhole, so let Chu Jiu wear it for me." ”

Aunt Wu's speech was leaky.

Hearing this, Song Lanjun's face was even more ugly, just a pinhole! There are so many people in the house, are they dead?!

At this time, Cuilan, who was originally hiding far away, rushed over: "Auntie, I'll dress you." ”

took the needle and thread, put it on without much effort, and began to help people walk into the distance: "Auntie, I happen to be doing needlework, let's go over there together, the sun is good, the light is ......"

Aunt Wu took the haode needle and thread, half-hunched and walked with Cuilan.

At this time, Tang Chujiu was already dressed neatly, except for his hair was still a little messy and his face was flushed, there was nothing abnormal from before.

She ran her hand through her hair, sat down in front of the stove, and rekindled the fire.

Song Lanjun: "......"!! The duck to the beak, just like that, flew.

I had to suppress all the ** and sat down in front of the stove.

Tang Chujiu lowered his head and lit a fire seriously, and at the same time was very uncomfortable.

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

In the voice, there is still a residual ***.

Tang Chujiu stood up with a red face and deliberately avoided it: "I'll go wash the pot." ”

Before going to wash the pot, I opened the door of the stove house.

This unfinished joy is completely out of the possibility of continuing at this time.

Song Lanjun sighed secretly, forget it, the future will be long.

So he took the initiative to slowly lead the topic: "Chu Jiu, is the headache better?" ”

Tang Chujiu sighed with relief while washing the pot: "Well, it's much better." ”

……

In the words of the two, a bowl of braised pork with a strong meat fragrance is ready.

Smelling the familiar fragrance, Song Lanjun raised her lips and smiled.

Pick up a piece with chopsticks and eat it in your mouth, that's the taste.

It's not that it's delicious, it's actually too greasy, and the taste is just average......

However, it represents memories, and represents the person in front of you, which is the ninth day of the first month.

Starry eyes looked at Tang Chujiu brightly: "It's delicious." ”

I have missed this taste for a long time, and I originally thought that I would never be able to eat it in my life, but I didn't expect that there would be this day.

originally thought that I would never see the ninth day of junior high school in my life, but I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would eat the dishes she cooked by herself.

Song Lanjun felt unprecedented satisfaction.

Suddenly, he felt content to guard Tang Chujiu like this and eat the dishes she cooked.

Song Lanjun's heart moved, if he resigned like Gu Qingchen, returned to Xinghua Village with Chu Jiu or went to other paradise places, and never asked about the world, it would be quite good.

For Song Dongli's hatred, for the shame given by Nan Chang'an, and for the current power and wealth, Song Lanjun suddenly felt that it was not important, it was all floating clouds.

As long as it's the ninth day of the first month.

Song Lanjun was satisfied with this meal of braised pork, and she also ate it thoughtfully.

He is really seriously thinking about it, if he gives up everything, he will fly away with Chu Jiu like this.

Now that Gu Qingchen's whereabouts are unknown, it is very likely that he will be seriously injured, so he has no time to take care of Chu Jiu.

And the fake person is still in the palace, and if he can contain even Xingchen, he can't take care of the ninth day of the first month.

There is no better time to do so, and there is no time to lose.

If you go at this point, you only need one reason.

Song Lanjun thought of a letter of resignation, if a letter of resignation was exchanged for resignation......

You can take a risk.

Song Lanjun was silent, and kept weighing the importance and feasibility of it.

The biggest scruple is the love Gu on the body.

Because he did not have the same enthusiasm for Song Dongli as he used to be, although Song Lanjun had some suspicions that something was wrong with his love Gu at this time, what he needed was complete certainty and no worries.

Tang Chujiu washed the dishes, wiped his hands and asked Song Lanjun: "Over the years, has there been any news of the eastward departure?" ”

Due to the erasure of her memory, in Tang Chujiu's mind, Song Dongli still married Li Xiucai to fill the house, and then she moved with her husband's family, and there was no news again.

Song Lanjun came back to his senses and left the east? She had long since been put to death.

But I can't say it, so I have to vaguely say: "Well, no." ”

Tang Chujiu sighed with emotion: "I don't know if she's doing well, she doesn't like to go into the stove room to cook the most, I hope that Li Xiu can have a good future and have a good life, and in a few days it will be Dongli's birthday, and she likes to wear water-red new clothes every birthday......"

Song Lanjun listened to Tang Chujiu's broken thoughts about Song Dongli's past preferences, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

These days, I've been thinking about one thing, that is, who will be the person who pretends to be the ninth year?

No matter how I checked, I couldn't find any news about her.

But looking back carefully on her relationship over the years, I found that she was very familiar with everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and she knew Chu Jiu and her own preferences well.

Even the past events and neighbors in Xinghua Village are very clear to her.

So I always suspect that she is the person next to me, but I always can't think of who it will be!

At this time, when I heard Tang Chujiu talk about Song Dongli, it was like seeing the moon through the clouds!

Song Dongli!

Except for Song Dongli, who else can be so clear!

Moreover, Zhong Wuyan has the ability to bring her back to life.

Looking back carefully over the past few years, she likes to wear gold and silver, she is keen to be held by the stars, and she loves vanity......

Which point is exactly the same as Song Dongli!!

Thinking of sharing the same bed with Song Dongli for many years, holding her in the palm of his hand like a jewel for so long, Song Lanjun had a mouthful of blood in his throat.

Song Lanjun was very angry!

It turned out to be her!!

At the same time, I feel disgusting!

The braised pork I ate just now couldn't help but spit it all out for a while, and I vomited to death!

vomited so much that there was nothing left in his stomach, and he began to vomit green water again, and even the yellow bile was about to come out......

Still throwing up.

Disgusting, just disgusting.

Seeing Song Lanjun suddenly vomit, Tang Chujiu was startled, and he didn't dislike the smell of the house, he held him with one hand and patted his back with the other: "Seventeen, what's wrong?" But what's uncomfortable? ”

Song Lanjun's face was blue and willow green, very ugly, and he was still vomiting.

vomited so much that his whole body was out of strength, his face was waxy yellow, and he couldn't vomit anything, so he stopped, dying.

Tang Chujiu helped Song Lanjun sit down, and went to pour a glass of warm boiled water: "Seventeen, it will be better to drink some water." ”

After Song Lanjun drank half a glass of water weakly, he said, "Chu Jiu, I'm fine. ”

As he said that, his big hands in his wide sleeves clenched into fists, and his internal organs ached in pain from the shock of this discovery.

The fire in his heart was uncomfortable, and at this time, Song Lanjun couldn't face Tang Chujiu calmly.

So, he stood up: "Chu Jiu, I still have something to do, I have to go first." Well, when I'm done with this time, I'll be with you every day in the future. ”

Looking at Song Lanjun's golden-like face, Tang Chujiu was worried: "Seventeen, are you okay?" It depends on the doctor......"

"It's fine, it's just a little sick to my stomach all of a sudden, I'm much better. Well, you have to take care of your injuries......"

Song Lanjun returned to the study with a gloomy face from the west courtyard, and everyone avoided each other very well along the way.

There is already a very common understanding, as long as the minister comes out of the West Courtyard, it is the most angry and violent time, it is best not to provoke him, not to appear in front of him, it is a good policy.

After Song Lanjun returned to the study, he held a burning fire in his stomach, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

poured water from the table and drank, and when he drank it in his mouth, he thought of Song Dongli again, and he was so angry that he even smashed the teapot......

The people waiting outside could hear the voices inside, and they were even more frightened.

Since the lady entered the palace, the minister's temper has become worse and worse.

The worse Song Lanjun's temper is, the more everyone hates Princess Taihe, if she hadn't forcibly married in, there would be a peaceful life in this mansion every day, and how good it would be.

Princess Taihe was also angry, and finally the slut entered the palace, but she still couldn't get close to Lan Jun's side.

It's been so long since I've been married, I haven't even shared a bed once!!

There was a child in her belly before, and she was not afraid.

But now, the child is gone, and she has not been able to have sex with her, making her anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

The biggest hope for zuihou is that the messenger comes, thinking that it will be an opportunity to turn around, but ...... Zuihou is still a bamboo basket to draw water.

He just won't come in.

He avoided it.

Except for that slut, he can't see any other women in his eyes!

This made Princess Taihe's eyes swollen from crying.

originally thought that he would be very happy to marry Song Lanjun, but from the first time I saw him, I was overwhelmed by his peerless beauty.

At that time, I felt that the happiest thing in the world was to marry him and be his wife.

But since marrying into the minister's mansion, I found that all the beauty is my imagination.

No matter how good he is, he is indifferent, and he is simply a stone that cannot be warmed.

He always had a cold face and no smile.

Especially when experiencing the pain of losing a child, he didn't have a gentle word.

This made Princess Taihe cry countless times.

But thinking that when he got married, he was reluctant, and he was concerned about Tang Chujiu, no matter how patient he was, anyway, now that slut has already entered the palace.

The happiest thing for Princess Taihe was that Tang Chujiu entered the palace.

It gave her hope.

thought that if you work harder and get closer to him, you will be able to keep the clouds open and see the moon.

But these days, no matter how good he is, he is cold and cold, which makes Princess Taihe more and more disheartened.

It was not until the day when the messenger came that he woke up and was completely dead.

He said ruthlessly: "Benlian looks at you, and you are dirty!" In this life, I will never touch you again! ”

Hearing these words, in the ears of Princess Taihe, it was like being cut by a thousand knives, and her heart finally died.

Listening to the faint sound of falling things from the study, Princess Taihe burst into tears and regretted endlessly.

If life can really be repeated, then she will definitely choose not to marry Song Lanjun.

He's not his lover at all!

No matter how good he is, what's the use if he doesn't treat himself well?

Seeing the master's tears, the personal maid beside him comforted him again and again: "Madam, don't be sad, your sincerity to adults, sooner or later he will see it." ”

The corners of Princess Taihe's mouth hooked up a wry smile, sooner or later? What day will it be? What is the meaning of seeing it again on the day when people are old and yellow?

Suddenly, I felt that I was too stupid and naïve before, and I would ruin a lifetime of happiness.

Now, as someone else's concubine, how can there be a lover again? How can you still be eligible.

was originally born as a princess of a country and could live well, but because of the wrong marriage, she ruined the happiness of her life.

When Princess Taihe was silently weeping, the person she had been thinking about and looking forward to in the past was actually here.

Song Lanjun came in, saw Princess Taihe's swollen eyes crying, frowned, and asked, "Weishenme crying?" ”

Princess Taihe wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the person in front of her who was as handsome as ever, he still hadn't changed, he was still so beautiful.

"Something is blowing in your eyes, has your husband had dinner?"

Unprecedentedly, I heard Song Lanjun say, "None." ”

The girl around me was very happy to go out to Zhang Luo, looking at the meaning of the adult, it was to have dinner here.

So what's next...... It's to stay in bed. Madame finally waited for this day.

Princess Taihe was also very surprised, when she was most desperate and disheartened, she didn't expect him to come.

Song Lanjun sat down at the table, picked up the handwriting sticker written by Princess Taihe and read it, it was full of resentment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Princess Taihe: "How are you doing when you marry into the mansion?" ”

Princess Taihe's face was pale, Xiao Yuezi was angry and crying, she didn't sit well, and her body hurt her vitality.

There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and when she met Song Lanjun's gaze, Princess Taihe lightly opened her red lips: "It's better not to marry." ”

This answer surprised Song Lanjun.

With his mind and intelligence, when he woke up drunk that night in the palace and saw Princess Taihe for the first time, he had already guessed the hidden secret.

This must be a wish for the princess, otherwise how could there be a night of drinking and losing her innocence.

It is precisely because of this that after the princess married into the mansion, Song Lanjun did not have a good face for her.

Such a woman makes him shameless.

I didn't expect that she would now say, 'It's better not to marry'! It's really a bit of a princess of a country.

Song Lanjun did not get angry, but agreed: "Indeed, you should not marry your true appearance." ”

It's a pity that the time has passed.

All awakenings are valuable experiences after experiencing bloody lessons.

This is the price of growth, the price of pain.

Song Lanjun didn't speak again, and Princess Taihe looked out the window and didn't speak.

Her heart is already full of holes, no matter how much she says and does more, so what, he has no intention of doing it, and if she does it again, it will just be a joke in vain, so why bother to be a clown again.

How I hope this marriage is just a nightmare.

After waking up from such a nightmare, you can go back to your old life.

It's a pity, but I can't go back, I want to cry without tears.

The close-fitting girl was full of joy, and her hands and feet came in with a meal very quickly, and after seeing the atmosphere in the room, her heart sank.

Seeing that there was no smile on her master's face, she thought she was angry, so she couldn't help but find an opportunity, and whispered to her side to remind: "Madam, men need to be coaxed, now that adults are here, you must not be petty, it is good ......to keep adults tonight."

Princess Taihe has no thoughts, she has woken up from her sweet dream, this man, can't keep him.

No longer fantasies, Song Lanjun came, it is impossible for him to come to love his children.

He must have had other plans.

Princess Taihe waved her hand and withdrew the maid ring beside her.

personally gave Song Lanjun cloth vegetables, married him for so long, this is the first time that the two have eaten at the same table alone.

Because of the thought spent in the past, Princess Taihe knew Song Lanjun's preferences well.

Every home he sandwiches is what he likes to eat.

Song Lanjun had no appetite at all, and his stomach was still sour, tumbling.

When he thought that he had shared the bed with Song Dongli for so many years, he wanted to vomit.

Therefore, he didn't lift chopsticks for the dishes of Taihe Princess Bu, and only drank some wine.

Princess Taihe sighed faintly and put down her chopsticks, there is no good beginning, how can there be a good end.

After Song Lanjun drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, he said, "Tomorrow is the old lady's sacrifice day, you can prepare." ”

Princess Taihe's face moved, she looked at Song Lanjun with big eyes, and asked, "Will my sister come back to worship?" ”

After a long pause, Song Lanjun said, "Yes!" ”

A trace of the thought of Princess Taihe Zuihou was also broken, and sure enough.

This man is really not a good man!

But I woke up too late, and I really hated not being able to see it early.

When I came out of Princess Taihe's courtyard, it was already dark.

After Song Lanjun slowly walked back to the study, he called Butler Liu in, and his tone was cold: "Grinding ink." ”

Steward Liu did as he was told, and Song Lanjun stood by the window with his hands in his hands, looking out with a strong aura of murder on his body.

Let Steward Liu look at it and be secretly frightened, the adult is going to ...... Write a letter of resignation?!

Sure enough, after Steward Liu polished the ink, Song Lanjun almost squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Hushu ......"

Steward Liu wrote with fear, especially when he wrote the word 'childless', he was even more frightened.

This letter of Hugh is not written for a long time, and it is indeed true, a woman who has taken a Hugh is receiving divine grace at this time, what can she write?!

Even the reason for the rest can't be blank.

After writing a few crosses, Steward Liu's palms were full of sweat, and when he saw the minister standing in front of the window and did not move, he didn't dare to worry about him.

Standing silently on the sidelines.

But his brows furrowed, the date on the letter of resignation was the day after tomorrow, and he was a little puzzled for a while.

weishenme is going to write two days later?

It is impossible to make a mistake, with the mind of the minister, he will not make such a mistake, but I am afraid that he has another reason, what will it be?

The crow on the tree outside the window crowed, which brought Song Lanjun back to his senses.

He asked Steward Liu to write a letter and point it out to Song Dongli.

It is said that tomorrow the old lady will be sacrificed, and I hope she can come back to worship once.

Steward Liu suddenly realized that the minister was so thoughtful.

I believe that when the saint sees these two letters, even if he is unwilling, he will let Miss Tang go back to the minister's mansion.

The letter of resignation deliberately pushed back the date of two days, so that when he came back to worship tomorrow, he would still be the wife of the minister.

This is a good thing to say, and it is a good word.

If you take a break, there is no longer any possibility.

After Steward Liu finished writing, Song Lanjun signed the letter of resignation and stamped it.

Only then did Steward Liu send him to the palace.

Nan Chang'an read the book of resignation first, he was very ecstatic, and after waiting for so long, Song Lanjun finally sent it to him.

But when I saw the date on it, I immediately frowned inappropriately.

opened the second post, and after reading it, Long Yan was furious, this is coercion!

The anger of the Son of Heaven made Steward Liu stand aside, and he didn't dare to breathe.

At the same time, sigh in my heart.

The true dragon son of heaven, there are three thousand beauties in the harem, all of them are stunning, and they are all loess in the world, what kind of woman do you want?

weishenme must be Tang Chujiu?!

This made Steward Liu really a little puzzled.

With Tang Chujiu's appearance, talent, and temperament, they are only mediocre, how can they be fascinated?

From the first time she went to Xinghua Village to pick up Tang Chujiu and saw her, Steward Liu just didn't look at her and didn't think so.

Sure enough, after she arrived at the minister's side, she was not favored.

Rather, it is falling out of favor more and more.

When she arrived at Zuihou, even the fetus in her womb couldn't make her mother more expensive than her son, but she was abandoned by the minister and left the temple.

Steward Liu thought that that was Tang Chujiu's final destination, and according to common sense, it was the same.

But since Tang Chujiu entered the Dongli Temple, Steward Liu couldn't understand it.

Lord Chancellor, General Zhiyong, to the current saint, how can such three men who have swings in the pride of heaven have to be her?

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I really didn't see anything irreplaceable about Tang Chujiu.

So much so that the Holy One ignored the monarch and the ministers!

Even if the minister divorces his wife today, if Tang Chujiu is really the mother of the world, this will definitely attract the criticism of countless people.

These words, Steward Liu and Nan Chang'an have already risked their lives to admonish, but it's a pity that ...... was loyal to the ear, and finally became a meat bun and beat the dog.

The saint still insists on going his own way.

This made Steward Liu endlessly worried.

After a long while, Nan Chang'an barely suppressed the anger on his body and waved his hand to let Steward Liu retreat.

Steward Liu went to find Zhang Ziche.

The two of them have known each other since childhood, and they have shared hardships several times, and now they have laid a foundation for Southern Chang'an together.

Zhang Ziche's brows were knotted, he was worried that Gu Qingchen's whereabouts were unknown, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Seeing Steward Liu coming with a gloomy face, he silently handed him a pot of wine.

After pouring most of the pot into the pot, Steward Liu said, "Today, the minister has written a letter of resignation. ”

Zhang Ziche listened, and after a shock, his expression returned to his usual cold face, and said: "The king is the king, and the minister is the minister." ”

The implication is that the king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.

Steward Liu raised his head and took another sip of wine, and asked, "Ziche, you have been with Tang Chujiu the longest, what do you say about her?" Is it worth all of them to be so obsessed? ”

Zhang Ziche was silent, and during the time he spent with Tang Chujiu in the suburbs, he never talked about it with others.

In this life, he didn't want to talk about the past, it was the most secret thing in his heart, and it was not suitable to see the light of day.

Steward Liu saw that Zhang Ziche was silent, and he was even more depressed.

found that talking to him was a mistake at all, and he wouldn't reply to you for half a day, which would only make people more aggrieved.

Continue to drink sullen alcohol.

With a jar of wine in his stomach, Steward Liu's true temperament revealed a little more: "Ziche, you can persuade the saint, he can always listen to your words." If he really wants to spoil that Tang Chujiu, she will be favored in the harem alone, but the mother is not good in the world, and when the world is full of people, how can it be blocked? It will definitely be criticized by the world! It will make the country that has been climbed with great difficulty unstable......"

Seeing that Steward Liu became more and more excited, Zhang Ziche calmly stated the facts: "I have already persuaded him." ”

Steward Liu was extremely depressed, if he didn't even have a car, then ...... Worrying!!

Perhaps because of the drinking, Steward Liu boldly said: "It seems that only when she dies can she be a hundred." ”

Zhang Ziche pursed his lips and did not answer.

Steward Liu took it as a default.

This made the thoughts in his heart become stronger and stronger, and he was more and more ready to move.

has been following the prince all the way, and finally being able to ascend the throne, Steward Liu can best understand the hardships and difficulties.

Steward Liu hopes that this hard-won happiness will last for a long time, and not be crumbling because of a woman.

For a woman, it's not worth it!!

So many white bones, rivers of blood, in exchange for today's hegemony, if it is just for a woman Zuihou burial, everyone will not be blind to death.

And he has followed the minister for many years, and he is very respectful of his talent, and a man like him should not be humiliated like this.

The most important thing is that with the talent of the ministers to assist the country, it is called worry-free.

If you fall out because of a woman, it's not worth it!

The minister's feelings and persistence for his wife, Steward Liu sees it in his eyes and understands it best.

Even if the minister has written a letter of resignation now, I believe that it will be a thorn in his heart in the future.

With the hatred of taking his wife, how can he be good to assist the country?

The more Steward Liu thought about it, the more he felt that Tang Chujiu was a scourge.

You can't stay!

will subvert the court and change hands!

Slaves of the Dead Country!

Steward Liu's heart got rid of Tang Chujiu's thoughts, and he became more and more determined.

Only when she dies, the gap between the emperor and the ministers will not get deeper.

Zhang Ziche's temperament has always been cold, he didn't say a word, and accompanied Steward Liu to drink.

At this moment, the father-in-law beside the emperor came over to pass the word: "Lord Zhang, the saint is invited." ”

Steward Liu was shocked, and he fell in love with Zhang Ziche, with doubts in his eyes.

At this time, the saint should have gone to Tang Chujiu, how could he abnormally invite Ziche over?

Abnormality is a demon!!

Zhang Ziche nodded at Steward Liu and followed.

The direction to be taken is the Imperial Study.

In fact, Zhang Ziche had already guessed a little bit of the meaning of the conversation.

But I didn't expect it to be in the imperial study.

If it is here, then it means that it is a matter of state!

His heart tightened, he really cared about her.

After reporting, Zhang Ziche pushed the door in and saluted respectfully.

Nan Changan looked at Zhang Ziche and gave the courtesy of the monarch.

One is high up and is a king, and the other is kneeling and is a minister.

This is the distance between kings and ministers.

It's not far, but it can't be crossed, and there is more than ten thousand mountains in the middle.

After Nan Changan looked at Zhang Ziche and finished saluting, he said, "Ziche is flat." ”

personally poured the wine and handed it to Zhang Ziche.

Obviously the best wine, the fragrance is overflowing, and it is hard to find, but Zhang Ziche drank bitterly.

After drinking three glasses in a row, Nan Chang'an stopped.

took the letter of resignation given by Song Lanjun and handed it to Zhang Ziche.

Nan Chang'an said slowly: "I want the first nine mothers of the world!" ”

Zhang Ziche's always cold and meticulous face finally had a crack, he looked directly at Nan Chang'an, did not speak, but his eyes were so dark that there seemed to be a thousand words in it.

Nan Changan looked away a little embarrassed: "I once promised you that as long as you fancy the woman, I will give you a marriage!" There are thousands of women in the world, but Ziche said that it must be the ninth day of the first month. The sub-car, the ninth day of the first day is not good. ”

Zhang Ziche's Adam's apple rolled very hard, and his voice was tense: "Doesn't the emperor have to be on the ninth day of the first month?" ”

Nan Chang'an admitted very simply: "Yes." She's already my woman! ”

Zhang Zixuan lowered his dark eyes, and his eyes were full of astringency.

was silent, didn't say anything more, and stood up straight, revealing endless loss and coldness.

Nan Chang'an turned his back to Zhang Ziche, and the words were clear: "Ziche, make zuihou a rock sugar gourd for me to eat." ”

There is a deep meaning in these words, Zhang Ziche understands that he once incarnated as an old man Zhang, and guarded the rock sugar gourd shop on Chang'an Street incognito, just waiting for an opportunity.

It is precisely because of the rock sugar gourd that there is a later achievement hegemony.

Now, Nan Chang'an said that he would be a rock sugar gourd once he was zuihou, and the meaning of his words was that from now on, let Zhang Ziche marry Tang Chujiu's heart, and disappear like the old man Zhang was buried in the sea of fire.

The implication is also that Zhang Ziche's life and death dependence for many years before were all cut off.

From now on, there will only be kings and ministers, and they cannot be surpassed!

Zhang Ziche's hands were clenched into fists, and it was very difficult for him to speak: "Okay." ”

After that, neither of them spoke again.

Nan Chang'an lowered his eyes and looked at Nan Chang'an's shadow on the ground, without blinking.

This silence, suffocating, is all uncomfortable.

After a long time, Nan Changan waved his hand: "Ziche, I am waiting for your rock sugar gourd." ”

Zhang Ziche just woke up from a dream and bowed and retreated.

I went to make a rock sugar gourd.

I haven't done it for many years, and the craft is a little rusty.

But do it with concentration.

When Zuihou made six strings of rock sugar gourds, he wasted a large basket and made it for more than an hour before it was done.

Each grain is the size of the scale, the one is full, bright red, and it makes people start to paneale sweet and sour in their mouths at a glance.

After it was done, Zhang Ziche took it to the imperial study and respectfully presented it to Nan Chang'an with both hands.

Nan Changan didn't speak, but picked up a bunch and ate it.

For a while, the only sound in the quiet room was the sound of Nan Chang'an biting a rock sugar gourd.

After eating all six skewers, Nan Changan said: "Ziche, sweet and sour, delicious." ”

Zhang Ziche's voice sounded a little bitter as usual: "Thank you for the emperor's praise." ”

Nan Changan sighed: "Lord Zhang, step down." ”

A sentence of Lord Zhang, from now on is the distance.

Zhang Ziche withdrew as he said, but he stood outside the door for a while before leaving, and he didn't sleep all night.

As long as you close your eyes, it is the figure of that person, and the pain of a broken heart.

In this life, there is no longer possibility.

After Zhang Ziche left, a long sigh sounded in the imperial study.

Nan Chang'an's heart was not comfortable.

Whether it was when he was the prince with infinite scenery in the past, or now he is the son of heaven worshiped by tens of thousands of people, the only person who can speak is Zhang Ziche.

And because of the common tribulation in the middle, he knows a lot of thoughts, even if he doesn't say it.

He has always been the only presence around.

After so many years, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't know what would have become.

When so many people thought that the crown prince of the previous dynasty had died early, only he had always believed that he was still alive, and he did his best to save the most Haode talent in his hand, and even made arrangements first.

If he hadn't inserted people into the court's important ministers earlier, how could he have achieved today's success!

He even cut off his legs and sat in a wheelchair for many days and nights.

If you haven't sat in a wheelchair yourself, you don't know how long that day can be.

But he didn't complain.

For so many years of ups and downs, he has accompanied him all the way.

The only thing he asked for was a ninth day of the first month.

But it's only the ninth day of the first month.

Ziche, everything else can be, but not the ninth day of the first month.

Nan Chang'an lit six rock sugar gourd sticks of the same length, length and thickness in the candle flame, and watched them burn to ashes.

It's a pity that he didn't pay attention to the words on the stick, as thin as a mosquito's leg.

Of the six sticks, only one was written, a short line, and the stick was a little dull in color, so you couldn't see it if you didn't pay attention.

What is written above is the deepest secret buried in Zhang Ziche's heart.

In this life, he only said it once, but no one saw it, and he turned to ashes.

After Nan Changan watched the stick burn out, he went to Song Dongli's courtyard.

By this time, it was already late at night.

Song Dongli waited for a long time, but he didn't see Nan Chang'an coming, thinking that he was not coming, and he had already gone to bed to rest.

When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, Nan Changan came, and his face was not very good-looking.

Song Dongli got up in his clothes, and after greeting him, he asked softly: "Chang'an, what's wrong?" But uncomfortable? ”

Nan Changan and Song Dong sat on the bed three or two steps away, and took her hand to reach into her abdomen: "Well, there is some accumulated food." ”

After eating six strings of rock sugar gourds, my stomach is really unbearable.

Originally, he didn't see the light of day in the underground palace for five years, but he didn't have a meal, and he had already broken his stomach.

What's more, the rock sugar gourd is sweet and sour, and it's okay to eat one bunch occasionally, but if you eat six bunches in a row, your stomach can't stand it.

When Song Dongli heard Nan Changan say this, he became nervous: "Is it okay for Doctor Chuan to come and take a look?" ”

Nan Chang'an pressed his stomach with a little weight in his hand, not wanting to pass on the doctor.

This discomfort, he is willing to live and endure the past.

At this time, I am afraid that it will be even more uncomfortable.

In order to get the ninth day of junior high school, Nan Changan thought that this pain was worth suffering.

Song Dongli rubbed Nan Chang'an's stomach for a while and asked, "Are you feeling better?" ”

Nan Changan frowned, with a little childishness: "No." On the ninth day of junior high school, I feel uncomfortable, what should I do? ”

Song Dongli smiled lightly: "Then it's okay to lie down?" ”

Nan Changan nodded, waited with Song Dongli, took off his coat and shoes, and lay on the bed.

Song Dongli was very understanding, and rubbed his stomach moderately for Nan Chang'an.

The gentle strength, the warm temperature, and the faint body fragrance of the beautiful woman made Nan Chang'an feel very comfortable and comfortable......

Song Dongli heard Nan Chang'an suddenly ask: "Chu Jiu, do you remember your Master Zhang?" ”

This name made Song Dongli pause from the action in his hand, he was shocked, and he broke out in a cold sweat, he was most afraid of those people and things that he didn't know about with Nan Chang'an, such a casual ignorance is a capital crime, that is, glory and wealth are empty, and there is no corpse.

Song Dongli was forced to stay calm, and let out a quiet "um", not daring to say more, for fear of saying too much and making mistakes.

Nan Changan didn't talk about Zhang Ziche anymore, but changed the topic: "Chu Jiu, I haven't eaten the rock sugar gourd you made for a long time." ”

Song Dongli barely maintained a calm on his face, she knew that Tang Chujiu opened a rock sugar gourd shop on Chang'an Street, but if she wanted to do it, it would definitely be self-defeating.

"I haven't made it in a long time, so I'm definitely rusty, and I don't know if I can make that flavor anymore. If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you. ”

Nan Chang'an respectfully thanked Bumin, and he didn't want to eat rock sugar gourd again in this life: "On the ninth day of the first month, today he sent a letter of resignation." ”

Hearing the news, Song Dong couldn't suppress the ecstasy, but there was no leakage on his face, but he sighed: "Chang'an, I feel uncomfortable." ”

Nan Chang'an overbearingly pressed Song Dongli under him: "Don't feel bad for other men!" ”

Song Dong came quietly: "After all, I have been with him for so many years......"

Nan Changan sealed all Song Dongli's unfinished words with his lips, he didn't want to hear them.

Song Dongli was under the body of Nanchang'an, soft and charming, and the room was full of spring for a while.

After a hearty celebration, Nan Chang'an stroked Song Dongli's thin waist back and forth, and said: "He said that tomorrow is the sacrifice day, and I hope you will go back." ”

When Song Dongli heard this, his body stiffened. If it weren't for Nan Chang'an saying, she would have forgotten that tomorrow was Ning's sacrifice day.

I really don't want to go back, I'm afraid of trouble.

There are some people who dare not set foot in that place.

After all, I was with Song Lanjun in those years and got the ultimate happiness.

The favor and glory of those years are unmatched.

I didn't want to see Song Lanjun, and I was afraid to see him.

Although he has grace in the palace now, he is just not above board at all.

If you don't have a name, your waist won't be straight.

There is no confidence in speaking.

Moreover, Song Dongli was afraid that Song Lanjun would entangle, and he would make trouble from it.

But if you don't go back, you don't dare to say it clearly.

had to be aggrieved: "Chang'an, I'm afraid to go back." ”

Nan Changan patted Song Dongli's hand lightly, and said softly: "It's been arranged, don't worry, someone will protect you." ”

Seeing that there was no room for maneuver in the matter, Song Dongli had no choice but to shut up, but the good-looking willow eyebrows wrinkled.

Nan Changan stretched out his big hand and smoothed Song Dongli's eyebrows: "First Nine, in fact, I don't want you to go back......

It's just that this trip has to go back.

Song Lanjun pushed back the date of the resignation by two days, and his meaning was already obvious.

Although he was very angry about his actions, he was at fault......

This night, Song Dongli spent it in anxiety. I don't know weishenme, she just feels inexplicable fear of returning to the minister's mansion after dawn.

This intuition made her even more restless, like a thorn in her back.

I didn't sleep all night.

After waiting for Nan Chang'an to go to the morning court on the fifth watch, Song Dongli began to keep moving around the house.

She was full of panic, and the only person she could rely on was Nan Chang'an.

It's just that he went to the minister's mansion to worship, and he couldn't go.

Song Dongli suddenly became angry with the Ning family, she weishenme didn't die early, if she died in Xinghua Village, there would be no such trouble.

Today's early dynasty, Southern Chang'an also retired early.

He was worried about Song Dongli.

deliberately asked the father-in-law who was waiting with him to accompany Song Dongli back to the minister's mansion, and secretly instructed Steward Liu to take care of it.

At the same time, let Song Dongli bring back four waiting personal maids, they are all friends who know kung fu, and they can all stand alone, act decisively, and neatly.

Nan Changan thought that this was foolproof, so he personally sent Song Dong out of the palace.

He was dressed in a small suit and personally sent it to the door of the minister's mansion, and he was inseparable from Song Dong.

After a while, Song Dongli left one step at a time, and Nan Changan did not get down in the sedan chair, and kept watching the beautiful woman in the center enter the house.

Seeing that her back was about to disappear behind the door, Nan Changan had a strong urge to pull her back.

Zuihou still suppressed it, anyway, it was only about half an hour, and it would have nothing to do with it in the future.

Nan Chang'an was outside the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, waiting tormentedly.

And Song Dong left the minister's mansion, and many days later, Zaijian arrived at Song Lanjun.

He was dressed in jet black, much colder than before, his eyes were bloodshot, but he was in good spirits.

Song Lanjun saw Song Dong approaching step by step, and the fists under his wide sleeves clenched tighter and tighter.

The body was tense and cold.

Even though today is a worship, she wears gold and silver!

Every time Song Dong took a step, the crested hairpin on her head shook nonstop.

It shook Song Lanjun's anger even more!

After so many years, she is still so selfish, only caring about herself, without any family and friendship!

This is her own mother, she came to worship, and she didn't forget to dress up extravagantly!!

It is not a pity for such a person to die!

After Song Dongli glanced at Song Lanjun quickly, his waist straightened up and looked directly at Ning's spirit tablet.

After Song Lanjun pursed her thin lips, she first put on three pillars of incense, and then stepped aside.

Steward Liu handed the incense to Song Dongli's hand as usual.

This incense is made of hands and feet, and Steward Liu is intent on putting Song Dongli to death.

Song Dongli took the incense, and after inserting it in silence, he immediately retreated to the ventilation on the side, and the smell of incense and smoke made her very unhappy.

Song Lanjun's eyes flashed with coldness, and with a wave of his hand, he pushed everyone back, leaving Steward Liu alone.

Only then did he say to Song Dongli: "It turns out that Benxiang has already given the letter of resignation, so you can return the silver hairpin that Benxiang gave you for your engagement." ”

A silver hairpin for engagement? Song Dongli's eyes were full of confusion, what was that? How have you never seen it? Never heard of it?

After thinking about it, she said, "I have already abandoned it." ”

Song Dongli thinks that this is the safest answer, but he doesn't know that this is a trap.

How can there be any engaged silver hairpin, it's just that Song Lanjun is testing and confirming Song Dongli.

The love affair with Tang Chujiu was to pick a blooming apricot blossom under the apricot blossom tree and weave it into a wreath.

Hearing Song Dongli's answer, the coldness in Song Lanjun's eyes was even worse, but he continued to remain silent: "The houses in Xinghua Village have been merged and built together, what do you think about it?" ”

That poor place, Song Dongli didn't want to go again in this life, she said: "Give it to you." ”

Song Lanjun was waiting for this sentence: "The deed is still in your hands." ”

Song Dongli instinctively retorted: "Haven't you already given it to your mother?" ”

This sentence allowed Song Lanjun to determine Song Dongli's identity.

The matter of the house deed is only known to four people, Ning's, Chu Jiu, himself, and Song Dongli.

Even Hu Yue doesn't know!

Song Lanjun's heart was as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea, extremely disgusting, and at the same time with strong killing intent.

He looked at Song Dongli with straight eyes, and he couldn't wait to break her body into thousands of pieces and scatter her bones.

Song Dongli was so frightened that she took a few steps back, and she didn't stop until her back was on the back of the stool.

He straightened his back and held his head high: "What are you doing?" ”

Her trembling voice betrayed her fear.

Song Lanjun retracted his gaze, and he said with a heavy face: "I don't want to let you go." ”

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