The peach blossom forest is the main reason why Yue Xunhuan is unhappy for half a year, just because of that night, his eyes can't see clearly, and he doesn't know who the woman is.

Later, I tried all means and channels to check, but I was still at a loss.

If it weren't for the scar on his chest, which reminded the truth of that night, Yue Xunhuan couldn't help but suspect that it was just a dream, this dream was not suitable for people, because it was a spring dream.

In the peach blossom forest, Yue Xunhuan tried to pay for the new herbs, but he never thought that the medicinal properties were not only spring, but also hemp, and they were menacing and irrepressible.

Almost immediately, Yue Xunhuan was like a tide, and his whole body couldn't move, only between his waist and abdomen, his head was high, hard as iron, steaming, shouting that he wanted to be happy, and he wanted to turn Luan Feng upside down.

At that time, leaning under the peach blossom tree, panting, his forehead was full of dense sweat, because the medicine was too strong, the whole person was about to explode as if it was burning in the fire, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his whole body was so hot that he could boil eggs.

The waist and abdomen are becoming more and more empty, more and more rigid and straight, and more and more wanted.

If it weren't for Yue Xunhuan's hands not being able to move, he would definitely not be able to control it and make that five-fingered girl.

It is precisely because I can't move or say that the kind of strong desire for male and female love is even stronger.

It's just that this peach blossom forest, in the depths of the temple, is usually sparsely populated, and now it is the time of flowers, and it has become the 'thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear.' ’

Yue Xunhuan was tossed by the surging lust and lust to die and come back to life, just like tormenting in the eighteen layers of hell.

Later, the eyes began to bloom, and the vision gradually became more and more blurred, and I couldn't see anything clearly, like the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water, I could only see a general outline.

And the tide of *** has already come from the mountains and seas, and when I feel like I'm going crazy, suddenly there is a soft and boneless hand, cold and cold swimming all over the body......

Afterwards, the only thing Yue Xunhuan remembered was the feeling of his hands moving around on his body, cold and cold, smooth and smooth. Also, there was a stinging pain in the left chest, leaving a crescent-shaped scar. On a full moon night, the heartbeat is unusually slow, and it hurts to the bone.

Yue Xunhuan thought that no third party would know about this matter, who would have thought that now Hua Qiangu suddenly said the peach blossom forest, how could he not be excited?

Hua Qiangu's hand was grasped by Yue Xunhuan's iron-clad force, but the smile on his face was not diminished: "Qiangu not only knows, but can also draw her portrait." ”

Yue Xunhuan lost his usual good color, his face was bruised, he looked a little fierce, he could be a door god like Zhong Kui, and gritted his teeth: "Conditions?!" ”

Hua Qianeon smiled happily and wantonly: "The prince's mansion is solid, it took ten years through the ages, but it still can't go deep, and I want to use the prince as an entry point." ”

Yue Xunhuanxing's eyes deepened, and he narrowed slightly: "Do you want this son to go to the prince's mansion to be the bait?" ”

The reason why the bait is called a bait is that the fate of zuihou is more miserable, zuihou is either swallowed or abandoned.

Hua Qiangu picked up the antique teapot and slowly filled the cup in front of Yue Xunhuan again: "Eternal never makes it difficult for others, everything depends on the choice of the son." ”

After Yue Xunhuan groaned for a long time, he drank all the tea in his hand, and the luminous cup was turned into powder by him with internal qi, and fell to the ground from his hand: "I want a portrait!! ”

Ecstasy flashed in the eyes of the flowers, thirteen years of hostage in the Eastern Qing Kingdom, and now, how can you not be happy?

Pick up the pen, lay the paper, dip the ink, sketch, and after a while, a picture of a beautiful woman jumps on the paper.

The beauty is dressed in white and fluttering, her long hair reaches her waist, and she does not wear a hairpin in her hair, but is loosely tied with a ribbon, and she is barefoot, only - back.

"When it is done, when will the face of a beautiful woman be painted through the ages."

After looking at the portrait for a long time, Yue Xunhuan rolled it up and put it in his arms: "At most one year." "Otherwise, I'd rather poison all the women in the world, and that's it! I don't want to be controlled by others.

Hua eternals high-fived the alliance: "Yes." "If it hasn't been done in a year, there will be no hope in this life." I wonder if Childe is going to stay in the eternal place tonight? ”

Yue Xunhuan raised his eyes and looked at the sky, it was already nightfalling, and after a few struggles, he raised his eyebrows: "Why not?!" ”

At least, for the time being, this green building can live in peace, although I have always disliked this rouge and gouache place, but compared with Zhong Wuyan, the lesser of the two evils.

Zhong Wuyan's harm is fiercer than the tiger.

Hua Qiangu is in this green building, reading thousands of benefactors, how can he not see the reluctance of Yue Xunhuan: "Dare to ask Gongzi, is this avoiding disasters?" ”

Yue Xunhuan has always been the kind of person who only allows officers and soldiers to set fires and does not allow the people to light lamps, and he can't stand the gloating of others, so he is angry: "Bring wine, this son wants to be drunk with you." ”

A big reason why Hua Qianeon has been able to monopolize Oiran for decades is that he has always been a *** house in this house, and he can let his benefactor do whatever he wants.

Basically, it can meet all the needs of the benefactor, of course, the general benefactor who comes here, its needs are basically the same, that is, I want to embroider with the flowers for thousands of years to be turned over the red waves, and the spring breeze was once ......

I saw that as soon as Hua Qiangu raised his gesture, he immediately sent his daughter Hong, who was sent in.

Hua Qiangu personally patted open an altar and handed it to Yue Xunhuan: "Childe, how is the ninth day of the first month in the Prime Minister's Mansion now?" ”

Yue Xunhuan borrowed wine for fun, and after drinking a jar in one breath very heroically, he squinted at Hua Qiane: "Want to know?" Go to the Prime Minister's Mansion and ask Tang Chujiu! I don't know how to hit people without slapping my face, and I don't scold people without revealing my shortcomings: "Oh, my son forgot, you were sent to my country by Huaguo to be a proton, imprisoned in the Qinglou, and you have not received the holy decree in this life, and you are not allowed to take half a step out of the Qinglou." ”

The smile on Hua Qiane's face, stiffened for three points, and left seven points, it looked very unnatural, being a proton in another country, imprisoned in the Qinglou, and forced to accept benefactors, is the biggest and deepest shame in this life!!

Now, when he was caught up in the moon Xunhuan, he was drenched in blood and became a river.

But I can't help it at all!!

Hua Qiangu slapped open a jar of wine and drank it himself. was originally the prince of the flower country, but now, he is a hostage in the Eastern Qing Kingdom, and he has been doing it for thirteen years.

Thirteen years ago, it was not as weak as the crown, and now it is ...... Things have long been wrong. The only thing that remains unchanged is the belief: endure the humiliation, and in your lifetime, you will repay the humiliation of the past a thousand times!

In this Eastern Qing Kingdom, it took thirteen years of Li Chang and the greatest efforts and all his energy to form a net, just to one day turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain!!

But I didn't expect that now it seems that the most important and most variable person in this huge net is actually the ninth day of the first month.

Judging from the current trend, success or failure is in the ninth day of the first month.

The ninth day of the first year can be left and right as a courtier and a general.

Behind Song Lanjun, there is the Prince's Mansion.

Behind Gu Qingchen, there are the Seven Princes.

Tang Chujiu is now looking for joy with the moon, and they are inextricably linked.

Tang Chujiu's pavilion in the backyard of Zhuyuan is also related to Nanchang'an.

One day, South Chang'an shouted......

Tang Chujiu is the focus of the network, and she is all involved.

I just cast the net as much as I could that day, but I didn't expect Tang Chujiu to be so useful.

Tang Chujiu, my fate is so closely related to you. I am now concentrating all my energy, material resources, and financial resources behind you, but don't let me down, only accept success, and don't allow failure.

Tang Chujiu was in the minister's mansion, looking through the autumn water.

Yun Niang hasn't come back yet.

It's already getting dark, and it's almost dark.

looked at the gate of the West Courtyard for the umpteenth time, but did not wait for Yun Niang, but waited for Song Dongli.

Song Dongli stayed at his mother's house, panicked in his heart, like a thorn in his back, and it was difficult to sit still.

When I went to the Tang poetry and painting office, she was teary-eyed, her soul was unwilling, she talked to her, and when she went to zuihou, her answers were all incompatible, and she didn't know what to say at all. It's not easy to think about her, she was living a good life, and everyone in the world envied her glory and wealth, but because of Tang Chujiu, she had such a hard time.

Tang Chujiu, Tang Chujiu, everything is because of Tang Chujiu! If she hadn't hooked Qingchen's soul like a fox, how could she be uneasy in her mother's house now, she would definitely raise eyebrows with her lover in the new house.

The more Song Dongli thought about it, the more angry he became, Zuihou came to the West Courtyard full of anger, looking at Tang Chujiu's picturesque eyebrows, graceful posture, and Chu Chu's moving appearance, the anger in Song Dongli's heart was even more like adding fuel to the fire, burning, how to look at Tang Chujiu, how to look at it, how to look at it, how to look at it.

Tang Chujiu should obviously be coarse linen clothes on the riverside! If it weren't for the minister's brother who taught her to write her name and taught her to recognize some words, she would be an illiterate village girl!!

Such a vulgar person, why did he get the favor of his minister's brother, and he was not satisfied, like a slut, and hooked Qingchen to ignore her!!

Song Dongli's dislike for Tang Chujiu, starting with Yang Donghai, has become more and more, and now, Tang Chujiu has become a thorn in his heart, and he hates her so much.

There has never been a moment like this, hoping like this, how good it would be if Tang Chujiu could suddenly die violently.

Violent death, violent death, this thought together, Song Dongli couldn't control it, zuihou, driven by temptation, put it into practice.

I made a pot of Ning's favorite black chicken and red date soup by myself, put the colorless and tasteless 'blinding medicine' into it expressionlessly, picked up the soup spoon and stirred it a few times, and carried it to the West Courtyard.

Seeing Tang Chujiu standing at the gate of the West Courtyard, the sunset in the west was obliquely shining on her, adding a bit of style, and the thrilling beauty was exactly what Song Dongli wanted to destroy. If you become blind, I see what else you can use to seduce men!!

Tang Chujiu saw Song Dongli, his eyebrows became locked, and his intuition was nothing good.

It's rare that this time Song Dongli didn't sneer and ridicule as usual, but with a little arrogance and a little bit of self-esteem, he said: "Tang Chujiu, my mother's body has been getting worse these days, I made my mother's favorite black chicken soup and wanted to make up for her body, but I always felt that it was a little worse, my mother always felt that you made it more delicious, I love to drink what you boiled, you give me a taste." ”

After speaking, he picked up a bowl of chicken soup with hidden killing intent and handed it to Tang Chujiu.

As for the reason for choosing this to make chicken soup for Ning's family, Song Dongli also decided after thinking about it for a long time. felt that this excuse was the most grandiose, and Tang Chujiu should not be suspicious.

Tang Chujiu was indeed not suspicious of Song Dongli's filial piety in making soup for the Ning family, but after taking the chicken soup, under the sunset, he was suspicious of the soup.

Everyone only knows that there are colorless and tasteless blinding drugs in the world, but they don't know that whether the blinding drugs are placed in wine, soup or water, under the sunset, a light purple color will faintly appear.

It's just so right, in the medical book of Yue Xunhuan, there is a record of this. And Tang Chujiu, who has just watched this section for less than two days, is deeply memorable.

The time, the location, the people, Tang Chujiu was suspicious of the chicken soup.

I was shocked, I barely managed to maintain the calm of my face, took a deep breath, and made the gesture of smelling the aroma of the chicken soup, which was actually inhaling and suppressing the shock.

Song Dongli stared at Tang Chujiu's movements, and unconsciously held his breath, with some urgency, hoping that in the next second, Tang Chujiu would drink the soup into his stomach.

The heart is mentioned in the throat, but unfortunately, along with hope, in addition to being called wish, there is also a kind of despair, Tang Chujiu put down the bowl: "This soup is quite haode, the old lady must like it." ”

Song Dongli made persistent efforts: "Don't you want to taste it?" ”

Tang Chujiu put the soup back in the basket: "No, I know the smell as soon as I smell it." I haven't seen the old lady for a few days, so I'm going to say hello with you. ”

After the words fell, he put the basket in his hand and walked towards Ning's residence.

Song Dongli's face changed, this soup is undrinkable.

But the basket was in Tang Chujiu's hand, and she walked quickly in front again, and Song Dongli gritted her teeth and chased after her. had the intention to knock over the basket, but he didn't find a chance along the way, although Tang Chujiu walked fast and urgently, he walked steadily at every step.

Of course, Tang Chujiu would not give this opportunity!!

Carrying the soup, I came to Ning's courtyard.

Ning was crooked on the couch, warming himself by the fire. As soon as people get older, it is a torment for the long winter. All the pains have been found. If you get through it, it's another year of good work, and if you can't get through it, it's a bad year, a bad loess, and a pile of white bones.

Seeing Tang Chujiu coming over with something, Ning Shi was slightly stunned for a moment, then smiled comfortably, thinking that Chu Jiu had enough to take Qiao, and now he has finally returned to his former virtuousness: "Chujiu, you are here, come, roast the fire, warm your hands, don't freeze." ”

Tang Chujiu put the basket on the table and brought out a bowl of steaming chicken soup.

At this moment, Song Dongli stepped on the threshold breathlessly, full of embarrassment. When I was at the gate of the yard just now, I was absent-minded because I was walking, I twisted my foot, fell down, and fell on the tailbone last time, causing the old injury to recur, and the pain was so cold that I couldn't care about it, so I gritted my teeth and followed.

Tang Chujiu took the soup and glanced at Song Dongli with a smile: "This is the soup boiled by Dongli to honor your old man, and he specially took it to me to try the taste." ”

Ning smiled and glanced at Song Dongli lovingly: "A piece of filial piety, then I have to taste it." ”

Song Dongli forced a smile on his face, stiffened his waist, and forcibly took the soup bowl from Tang Chujiu's hand: "Mother, this soup is still a little hot, let me blow and drink it again." ”

Originally, he was turning his heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch, and Ning smiled and waved his hand: "No, no, it's good to drink it hot." ”

As he spoke, he reached out to serve the chicken soup, Song Dongli was forced to have no choice, so he had to let go of his hand, and wanted to knock the bowl of chicken soup to the ground as if he had missed, but he would have thought that Ning's eyes would be fast, and he quickly reached forward, wanting to catch the soup, but in the end he was a little slower, and his hand reached the bowl, but he didn't catch it steadily......

So, stealing chicken and rice, a bowl of chicken soup was poured all onto Song Dongli's body, dripping down his chest, and some splashed on his face and hands.

Song Dongli has been 'pampered' since he was a child, with fine skin and tender meat, and this chicken soup has just come out of the pot for a long time, and it is very hot. Today, I love to be pretty again, and I wore a 'warm shirt', although it is very thin and cinched at the waist, but it is not scald-proof.

Song Dongli was burned to the point of "ah......" and howled, and went straight to the sky of the nine heavens, screaming like killing a pig.

Ning Shi was taken aback: "Dongli, Dongli, but it's hot?" Quick, quick, fast doctor. ”

The corners of Tang Chujiu's mouth were slightly invisibly hooked into a smile, and his heart was a little happy. See, this is retribution, and it is the retribution of this world.

Zhong Wuyan returned to the West Courtyard, saw that Tang Chujiu was not there, and asked someone, only to know that he had gone to the West Courtyard.

Ignoring her, I went to Yue Xunhuan's yard, searched around, found his medicine box, and when I carried it back to the room, I happened to meet the slave maid who was rushing to shout for the doctor, saying that Miss Dongli was burned.

Thinking that Tang Chujiu was in the West Courtyard, Zhong Wuyan was interested, and with a turn of footsteps, he went to Ning's courtyard.

Song Dongli was so painful that his face was distorted and deformed, and he screamed 'pain and pain', and he was even more worried about disfigurement, and when he saw Zhong Wuyan coming in, he immediately said: "Hurry up, hurry up, if Mrs. Ben is disfigured, I can't spare you." ”

There was no one who dared to talk to Zhong Wuyan like this, but today there is finally one. I have to say that Song Dongli's courage is commendable.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!!

Zhong Wuyan's flattering eyes flashed with anger, and after glancing at Song Dongli, he slapped Yue Xunhuan's medicine box open with one palm, and took a bottle of green ointment that looked more pleasing to the eye from it, and handed it over.

That bottle of ointment, Tang Chujiu knew, called 'Qinghuan'. Because he saw the moon seeking joy with his own eyes, and he may have been in a very good mood that day, he rarely said the effect of this medicine: "Fierce as a tiger, no man can not be solved." ”

The reason why it is said that there is no solution without men is because the medicinal properties of this medicine and the 'yin and yang of heaven and earth' have no effect on men at all, but once a woman uses it, it will become a strong aphrodisiac, and there is no solution without men.

At that time, Yue Xunhuan also said something extra: "If it is not for seven times in one night, it is best to have eight men." No? Then ask for more blessings. ”

Seeing Song Dongli eagerly pick up the ointment with his index finger and wipe it on his face, after Tang Chujiu struggled several times, he cleared his throat with the goodness of human nature, and opened his mouth to remind ......

But at this moment, at this time, Song Lanjun walked in with the curtain.

Tang Chujiu suddenly had a very strong impulse to give Song Lanjun a bowl of soup......

After Song Lanjun woke up, he went to the West Courtyard to find Tang Chujiu, and after calling someone to ask, it turned out that he had come to Ning's place, so he hurried over.

It's still strange on the road, since I returned to the minister's mansion on the ninth day, I have never taken the initiative to wait there, how did it pass today?

It was strange all the way, and when he arrived at the place, as soon as he lifted the curtain and went in, he saw Tang Chujiu standing beside Ning with low eyebrows as before.

This scene, as if the pain of more than a year of struggle has not happened, as if there has never been a contradiction between it and the ninth day of the first year, there is no Gu Qingchen, and he has returned to his former home and everything is prosperous.

At that time, on the ninth day of the first month, he was single-minded to seventeen, hard-hearted, gentle and considerate, empathetic, and never said a word 'no' every night. At that time, between the ninth and seventeenth days of the first month, there was no one else.

Looking at this scene, Song Lanjun felt satisfied for no reason, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, making his shocking face even more picturesque.

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