Little by little, my heart became cold and hard: "The ninth ...... of the first month"

Tang Chujiu went straight to the topic: "My person has come, when will you fulfill your promise?" ”

Every moment that passes, Gu Qingchen is in more pain, and he is more dangerous.

Hearing this, Song Lanjun's face was iron and blue, and his eyes were also dyed blood red.

A courtier, with that momentum, is all pressing, not to mention angry.

It looks particularly scary.

Tang Chujiu was indifferent.

Just looked at Song Lan Junlang coldly.

There was no past affection in his eyes.

There was no fear either.

Some are just cold.

Song Lanjun was extremely angry, and faintly sad.

Where did the nineteenth day go?

Where did the gentle and watery Chu Jiu go?

Where did the nineteenth junior high school with only seventeen eyes go?

Where is the ninth day of the first month who only loves seventeen wholeheartedly?

Where did the seventeenth day go?

Angrily stepped forward, took out the inconspicuous but extremely sharp knife that had been hidden close to him all these years, handed it straight over, and said with a cold face: "Do you want my blood?" Come on your own! ”

This knife was given by Tang Chujiu when he went to Beijing to take the exam, saying that it was to defend himself on the road, so as not to run into any bad guys, and it was not safe.

Tang Chujiu took the knife without hesitation, went to get the bowl containing blood, and slashed it hard at Song Lanjun's wrist, trembling at all, without a trace of hesitation.

The sound of a knife cutting through flesh was like silk cracking.

The blood flowed like an infusion.

It hurts, it hurts.

But it's not as heartache as it gets.

Song Lanjun stared at Tang Chujiu viciously, trying to see the slightest reluctance and distress on her face.

But no.

Tang Chujiu watched expressionlessly as the blood dripped down the bowl drop by drop, slowly, more and more.

He still had the blood-stained knife in his hand.

Such a Tang Chujiu is cold and hard-hearted.

Song Lanjun pursed her thin lips, full of anger.

In a few moments, the bowl was filled with blood.

That's enough.

Tang Chujiu put the knife on the table, and went to find Yue Xunhuan with the blood that was even faintly steaming.

The footsteps were steady, and not a drop of blood dripped out along the way.

Yue Xunhuan glanced at Tang Chujiu with a smile, and went to the general's mansion with blood.

Tang Chujiu really wanted to go over to see Gu Qingchen, but in the end he just sighed gloomily.

Slowly, he walked back to the house with difficulty, but he didn't think that Song Lanjun was still standing in place.

And the blood on his hands was not seen and he was not allowed to be bandaged, and let it drip down.

It fell at his feet, and the ground was all over the ground, and it was blood-red.

Tang Chujiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, looking at Song Lanjun.

Song Lanjun's face had begun to turn white, and he looked back at Tang Chujiu.

The blood on his hands is still falling drop by drop.

After a long confrontation, Song Lanjun opened his mouth: "Bandage me." ”

There was a gesture of goodwill in his voice.

Tang Chujiu turned around without saying a word, went out, and after a while, called Steward Liu over.

Steward Liu saw the blood all over the ground and was shocked: "Your Excellency, ......"

Song Lanjun roared like thunder: "Get out!" ”

There was murder in his voice.

Steward Liu simply rolled neatly.

has been able to be a housekeeper in the Prime Minister's Mansion for many years, and his eyes may not be first-class good, but there is one thing that must go deep into the blood, that is, obedience, absolute obedience.

As soon as Steward Liu left, only Song Lanjun and Tang Chujiu were left in the house, looking at each other in pairs.

Tang Chujiu was silent, like a wooden stake, standing in place.

Only the sound of blood dripping on the ground was very light and faint, but in the silence of the two, it seemed so abrupt and loud.

After a long time, he still didn't wait for Tang Chujiu's gentleness.

Song Lanjun's face became even paler, and he was furious, and he approached Tang Chujiu step by step, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "Very good!" Very good! ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the knife next to him and slashed it at his hand, and immediately blood flowed out like a fountain.

The wound was much deeper and a little longer than the one just now.

Tang Chujiu was shocked, his eyes tightened, this person is not going to die.

Song Lanjun had a ruthless look on his face: "I want to see what kind of fool Gu Qingchen will become if this blood is released." ”

These words hit Tang Chujiu's vital point.

Almost as soon as Song Lanjun's words fell, she immediately made a decision, untied the hairband on her head, and strangled the wound about three inches up.

Then he pulled his legs and ran out, as if his eyebrows were on fire.

After a while, he went to Yue Xunhuan to get bandages and medicine to stop bleeding, and came back with a basin of hot water.

Walked up to Song Lanjun, cleaned him, and gave him medicine.

Song Lanjun was originally very, very angry, but seeing Tang Chujiu within reach of him, he lowered his head, raised his eyebrows, and carefully bandaged his wounds.

The anger vanished.

It's good that the ninth day of the first month is around.

A kind of satisfaction arises spontaneously.

Inch by inch softness in my heart.

raised his other uninjured hand and wrapped his arms around Tang Chujiu's waist, just like before, wanting to hold the beauty in his arms.

As soon as his hand touched the slender waist, Tang Chujiu's body was shocked by the medicine with his eyes down, and he avoided it like a snake and scorpion like a reflex.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, he took a few sharp steps to dodge, and the action was too heavy, causing the blood from the wound to flow out again.

Song Lanjun didn't know the pain, and the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms was not as good as usual, but empty, and he couldn't tell the loss.

At the same time, he was furious! For Tang Chujiu's resistance, from his bones, from his soul's resistance to himself.

Tang Chujiu's word by word, clearly: "Please respect yourself!" ”

The woman who used to be charming and willing to be happy under her is now saying, 'Please respect yourself', Song Lanjun laughed angrily: "Self-respect? This phase weishenme to be self-respecting? ”

Tang Chujiu's voice was soft and soft, but the words were like arrows: "Because according to the contract, I am now Gu Qingchen's concubine." ”

Fighting snakes and hitting seven inches, I have to say that Tang Chujiu is out of the school at this point, and Yun Niang has really passed it on.

Gu Qingchen's concubine! This is the most unacceptable place for Song Lanjun!

It's a shame to be covered by green clouds!!

At the same time, I was crazy with jealousy.

His face was orange, red and willow green, purple and red, but he was full of violence: "Do you want to guard him like jade??" ”

As he spoke, he tore the half-tied bandage on his hand, and the wound was aggravated with no light or heavy force, and the blood immediately stained the white cloth.

Tang Chujiu was shocked, and now Song Lanjun's blood is Gu Qingchen's life, which determines what kind of life he will live in the rest of his life.

hurriedly stepped forward and held Song Lanjun's hand to prevent him from moving.

Because of the natural differences between men and women, Tang Chujiu's strength was far inferior to Song Lanjun's, not to mention that he was furious now.

Zuihou had to hold the big hand in his arms and not let him harm himself.

The bulging chest, although separated by layers of winter clothes, still can't hide its unique softness.

With Song Lanjun's struggling movements, he swayed from side to side.

From a distance, there is an indescribable ambiguity.

But the two in front of them didn't have the slightest thought.

Tang Chujiu hugged the blood-red hand, trying to stop its struggle.

After a while, his chest was dyed with a large patch of red, interspersed with dots and dots, like a big red wandering flower, filled with some stars.

In the end, it was excessive blood loss, coupled with the restless eating and sleeping during these days, which lasted for three consecutive days, it can almost be said that there was no water in the water, Song Lanjun's body couldn't stand it, his eyes were black for a while, and he felt that the sky was spinning, and his body was weak, and he smashed it on Tang Chujiu's body.

Although Song Lanjun looks like a scholar, his body is not thin, which Tang Chujiu knows very well.

reflexively supported Song Lanjun's body, but due to gravity and impulse, he retreated almost until his back was against the table, and he stabilized.

Seeing Song Lanjun's pale face and his eyes closed, Tang Chujiu was shocked, he must not have three longs and two shorts at the moment!

With all the strength of his body, almost half-dragging, he put the person on the bed, and after quickly stopping the bleeding, he rushed out.

Find Steward Liu, please doctor.

The doctor came quickly, and after reading it, he was cautious: "My lord, this is too much blood." ”

In fact, the words are not thorough, there are eating disorders, malnutrition, excessive fatigue, and excessive emotions.

It's just that he has been a doctor for many years, and most of the people who do it are in these wealthy compounds, and every household is either rich or expensive, and he has learned to master the proportions.

There are a lot of things that cannot be said thoroughly.

Therefore, after prescribing the prescription, I made a key advice on paying attention to diet.

After the doctor left, Steward Liu withdrew very discerningly.

didn't mention the matter of letting Song Lanjun change places, and let him stay in the West Courtyard.

It's not that he didn't dare, but he touched Song Lanjun's mind.

One of the things that Steward Liu has done the most over the years is to figure out Song Lanjun's thoughts.

Although it is not said to be 100% accurate, it is still possible to guess eight or nine times out of ten.

During these days, Song Lanjun's abnormality, Steward Liu pondered and pondered, and eight points must be because of these nine girls.

It's strange to say, when the nine girls were in the mansion before, they didn't see any special grace from adults.

Even...... After beating her child, she was immediately sent to Toriji Temple.

In the year that followed, the adults did not see anything special except for the frequent nightmares.

And with Mrs., love and love, raise eyebrows.

Everything has changed after the Nine Girls reappeared in the capital.

Adults who have always been moody and irritable are prone to gain and loss at the same time.

I even learned to buy drunk.

and Mrs., also see more and more ice and snow.

He never entered his wife's room again, and since then he has rested in the study.

After learning that the ninth girl was going to marry General Gu, she made such an amazing decision.

You must know that being involved in the crime of assassinating the king is to punish the nine clans.

But the adults followed the devil, regardless of it, and insisted on going their own way.

I did it absolutely.

Fortunately, there is no danger.

Now, the Nine Girls have finally returned home.

It's just that it's even more uneven.

What are you going to do?

So much blood!

O iniquity!

It's a big New Year, can you give some peaceful days?!

As soon as Steward Liu left, the room fell silent.

Tang Chujiu stood aside, looking at Song Lanjun who was in a coma, and his willow eyebrows twisted.

After a long time, a soft sigh echoed in the room.

How much I loved Song Lanjun before, and how much I hate him now!!

However, the most important thing at the moment is blood replenishment.

A bowl of blood is used as medicine every day, and the iron body can't bear it.

What's more, I don't know how much has flowed today.

Tang Chujiu stood up and went to the kitchen.

I have been away from here for more than a year, although the west courtyard is still the same, and nothing has changed.

But most of the people in this house have become strange faces.

You don't have to think about it, it's a person who paints Tang poetry.

Tang Chujiu didn't recognize any of them all the way, but fortunately, the pattern in the mansion has not changed.

However, the scenery in the house has all changed.

Even the floral scent has changed.

In the past, in winter, because of the cold plum blossoms, the whole house was full of faint plum blossoms.

Now, I don't know what this fragrance is, but it is by no means plum blossom fragrance.

When I went to the stove house, it was dinner time, and it was busy.

There are a lot more chefs, but the chef has not changed, she is still the chubby Luo family lady in the past, but at the same time, there is an additional chef, who is responsible for cooking Tang poetry and paintings.

Seeing Tang Chujiu, although everyone was still performing their duties, between their eyebrows and eyes, they looked at each other quietly.

Since Tang Chujiuyi returned home, the gossip has spread.

The Nine Girls are back.

It seems that these days are about to change.

Because Tang Chujiu used to often come into the kitchen, he talked to the Luo family lady more.

The lady of the Luo family likes Tang Chujiu's temperament very much, and she once received her favor, and after hearing that she died of illness, she sighed for a while, and her face was thin.

Now seeing her come back, a smile appeared on her face: "Ninth girl, what do you need to come over?" ”

Tang Chujiu asked: "I remember you once said that there is an earthwork recipe for using clay pot stewed chicken to replenish blood, please ...... trouble."

The lady of the Luo family agreed: "Okay." ”

When he came out of the kitchen, Tang Chujiu slowly walked back with a thousand thoughts, and when he walked to the gate of the courtyard of the west courtyard, he met Tang poetry and painting.

The beauty is still picturesque.

But in her gestures, there is more of the charm of a young woman.

It's even more moving.

Tang Shihua personally boiled the medicine and sent it to Song Lanjun.

If it weren't for Song Lanjun here, this courtyard, Tang Shihua would never want to, and he didn't want to set foot in it.

This courtyard, like a thorn, was stuck in Tang Shihua's throat.

In the final analysis, this thorn is Tang Chujiu.

Now, Tang Chujiu is in front of him.

Tang Shihua gritted his teeth with hatred, but he couldn't do it.

Instead, he stepped forward with a smile on his face, and his soft voice was invisibly arrogant: "Sister......"

This sister's cry is equivalent to Tang Shihua being soft and showing goodwill.

It's not that Tang Shihua is willing, but forced by the situation.

First, Tang Chujiu is indeed Lan Jun's woman, which is already an ironclad fact before he knew him.

Second, the more ironclad fact now is that Lan Jun cares about Tang Chujiu, and the Ning family takes a fancy to Tang Chujiu. But because of infertility, he lost a little confidence. If you fall out with Tang Chujiu now, it is equivalent to hitting the knife edge. And he also lost his identity, so he may not know what it will be like when the time comes, which makes people see jokes.

I had to keep telling myself, 'Those who have achieved great things can bend and stretch, and endure humiliation', and Gou Jian will still practice for ten years.

The smile on Tang Shihua's face made people chill, especially her 'sister', which gave Tang Chujiu goosebumps countless times.

said coldly: "Madam, just call me Miss Tang." ”

Who is your sister!!

This kind of ignorance is tantamount to a slap in the face.

A haze flashed in Tang Shihua's apricot eyes, but the smile on his face was not reduced by half a point, and he was as kind as a stream: "Miss Tang, this is Xianggong's medicine ......." ”

The word Xianggong is extremely clear, and it deliberately brings some lingering compassion, which means something.

There are not only medicines, but also some food, which are full of color, flavor, and deliciousness, all of which are made by Tang Shihua himself.

Tang Chujiu was unmoved, stepped forward, and pushed open the gate of the courtyard: "Come in." ”

After speaking, he ignored Tang Shihua and walked to the house by himself.

Tang Shihua this time, but he was so angry that he was about to bite a mouthful of silver teeth. As the wife of the Prime Minister's Mansion, apart from Lan Jun and the Ning family, who else in the mansion dares to walk ahead of him? Even Song Dongli didn't dare to be so presumptuous.

Tang Chujiu is good, he obviously doesn't accept the voice of 'sister', but he really treats himself as a shallot, so he doesn't believe that she won't understand the rules here!!

Understand! Tang Chujiu really understands! If you didn't know much about these before, now after Yun Niang's training, how can you not know.

But so what?!

I'm not a subordinate in the house, nor am I a guest, weishenme wants to whisper to you!!

I will go down to the dust, and let you trample on it!!

I want to see your face!!

Walking through the courtyard, Tang Chujiu pointed to the main house, and said without looking back: "The minister is inside." ”

Then he turned around and went to the Westinghouse, which used to be Hu Yue's residence.

The house was still the same as it was, not even a speck of dust.

It's a pity that things have long been wrong.

That Hu Yue, who loves to talk and laugh, and has an innocent face, will never come back.

She's dead!!

Died in the backsliding of Seventeen.

He clearly promised that Rao Huyue would not die.

But as soon as he turned around, he said, 'Kill with the rod!' ’

Just as he clearly said that it was so sweet, if it was a son, it would be called Song Yixuan, and if it was a girl, it would be called Song Ruxi.

The words fell, but he picked up the red flower, and smiled with his eyebrows: "On the ninth day of the first month, the temperature is just right, drink it." ”

Seventeen, never, it turns out that you are so cold-hearted.

Tang Chujiu touched his lower abdomen and sat on Hu Yue's bed, with sadness on his face and a stunned face.

I don't know how long I sat there, but I heard a vague voice from the main house.

It was Song Lanjun who woke up, and when he opened his eyes and saw Tang poetry and painting, his face changed.

The disappointment in his eyes was palpable, and he poured in like a tidal wave.

"Poetry and painting, it's you!"

In just four words, it turned into a sharp arrow, straight into the chest of Tang Shihua, and the pain was deep to the bone.

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