Seventeen, you clearly promised me to be a wife, but now, you let me be the lowest concubine, and ask me what I am not satisfied with. Yu Xuan and Xiao

Seventeen, I am not reconciled. On the day I arrived, you asked for my innocence, and then you said plainly, 'In your heart I am your wife.' You said, when you are at your most beautiful, marry me and enter the door, so that all the women of the world will envy my glory and wealth.

However, now that you have achieved fame, you want me to be a concubine, seventeen, do you forget too quickly, or do I have a good memory.

Tang Chujiu's tears, drop by drop, fell in the pool, breaking the calm of a pool of spring water, causing countless ripples, spreading out one by one.

Song Lanjun, who was standing behind Tang Chujiu, didn't see the tears that fell into the pool. Unable to wait for the answer he wanted for a long time, Song Lanjun became impatient in his heart and said, "The day after tomorrow, there is a banquet in the mansion." With that, he turned around coldly and left.

Song Lanjun's words were very ordinary, but Tang Chujiu had been with him for thirteen years, and he understood the deep meaning of his words: "The day after tomorrow, there is a banquet in the house, you stay in the backyard and don't come out." ”

weishenme don't come out? Because, Song Lanjun thinks that Tang Chujiu is embarrassed, talentless and unattractive, and in front of those ladies and ladies of the family who are good at singing and dancing, it is even more unbearable.

Tang Chujiu sighed, seventeen, have you forgotten, all my time is used to go to the riverside to make yarn. The wages earned by Huansha are all given to you to study, buy pens, ink, paper, and inkstones...... I don't have the money, the time, and the conditions to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Song Lanjun went to the study, but he couldn't stand anything, and he was a little irritated in his heart, for Tang Chujiu. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, Song Lanjun slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground, and only got up after a while to greet Ning: "Mother, are you feeling better?" ”

Ning's has been sick in bed all the year round, and he is already as thin as firewood: "Seventeen, why is it so early today?" I pinched my leg just now, and I feel much more comfortable. "All these years, thanks to Tang Chujiu's care, otherwise......

Song Lanjun took an orange and peeled it himself, listening to Ning's talk about Tang Chujiu, the strength of peeling oranges in his hand was heavy unconsciously, the orange juice was pinched out, Song Lanjun discarded it, peeled it again, peeled it off, tasted it first, and then handed it to Ning: "Mother, you persuade Chujiu." ”

Ning sighed faintly, understanding Tang Chujiu's unwillingness. has been with me for seventeen or thirteen years, but I have never been married to the church. Now, the seventeenth day of great joy is for concubines...... But Seventeen is right, Chu Jiu can't be the head mother of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she is compared with Tang poetry and painting, alas. As a concubine, this can only be said to be Tang Chujiu's life, and her life is not so noble. What's more, it has been eight years since the ninth and seventeenth years of the first month, and they have not given birth to a son and a half daughter for the Song family. The Song family can't be left behind.

…… Looking up at the sky, Song Lanjun withdrew.

When passing by the back garden, I met 'Xiao Hei', a dog raised by Tang Chujiu, and a stray dog picked up outside. Looking at the dirt on its body, Song Lanjun kicked it hard in annoyance. Xiao Hei was in pain, and ran away screaming.

It is not so much that Song Lanjun is annoyed by dogs, but that it is people who are annoyed, and it is Tang Chujiu.

Tang Chujiu was standing in front of the window, looking at the red plant in the courtyard in a daze, when Mother Liu came over, and after saluting, she said with a cold expression: "The old lady is invited." ”

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