Seventeen, you want to marry her, right, but what to do, I am not reconciled. Yu Xuan and Xiao

Gritting his teeth, Tang Chujiu went out and went to the building full of flowers, wanting to be happy.

Hua Qiangu is still dressed in red, sitting in front of the window, stroking the piano. "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" zuihou fell in a voice, and took Changhuan: "The ninth day, for you." ”

Tang Chujiu looked at Changhuan in Hua Qiangu's hand, and after a while, he took it, and then left without looking back.

Hua Qiangu sighed softly.

Tang Chujiu returned to the courtyard and looked at Chang Huan without blinking for a long time.

Seventeen, I am just unwilling, I would rather be broken than broken.

There are seven days left, which is Song Lanjun's big day.

The whole capital is laughing about this matter, and they all say that talents are matched with beautiful women, a match made in heaven.

These days, Tang Chujiu is closed and ignores the outside world.

It's finally the wedding day.

It is really ten miles of red makeup to marry Tang poetry and painting, and the people of the capital are vying to see each other. The women of all families are envious of the Tang family's daughters getting married.

The Prime Minister's Mansion, the gongs and drums are noisy, and the guests are like clouds.

But compared to the bustle outside, the cold west courtyard is in stark contrast.

With a long sigh, Tang Chujiu climbed the big tree again, standing on a high place, his eyes were full of dazzling red happy words, his hands were clenched into fists, and his whole body seemed to be unconscious. Just stay there like an ice sculpture.

It wasn't until the firecrackers went off that Tang Chujiu seemed to be awakened, and it was the groom who came back with the bride.

Looking at Song Lanjun, who was dressed in a red wedding dress and full of joy, Tang Chujiu's heart trembled, tightened, and hurt, and his lips unconsciously bit out blood, but he didn't know the pain at all. Let that red blood, getting bigger and bigger, zuihou dripping.

After a while, the newlyweds began to worship the church.

"Worship Heaven and Earth......

"Two Worship High Hall ......"

"Husband and wife worship ......"

"Licheng, send it to the cave room......"

Looking at the couple and entering the cave room, Tang Chujiu's face was as white as paper. When the wind blew, Tang Chujiu shrank a little, and his plain dress was blown by the wind, describing his withered body as if he could go with the wind at any time.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Chu got off the tree for nine days, returned to the house, took out 'Changhuan' from his arms, and put the medicine into the wine with an expressionless face.

The laughter and laughter in the front yard came from time to time, harsh and abnormal, Tang Chujiu stared at the pot of wine in front of him, and the bits and pieces of the thirteen years with Song Lanjun flashed in his mind. Seventeen, ten years of riverside Huansha, how can you let me achieve your happiness?! How can you make me willing to be a concubine?

At this time, Ning was in a wheelchair and was pushed in by Liu's mother: "The ninth day of the first month." ”

Tang Chujiu was startled, stood up, and helped Ning to sit down.

Ning looked at Tang Chujiu, who had lost a lot of weight, and patted her hand: "Chujiu, I have wronged you." ”

Tang Chujiu pursed his lips, lowered his head, pursed his lips, and looked at the ground.

Ning Shi was relieved: "On the ninth day of the first month, over the years, you have been kind to the Song family and good to the seventeenth, I remember it, you can rest assured, the Song family will never treat you badly......"

Tang Chujiu was bitter in his heart, Seventeen had already lived up to his sincerity, and the rest of the losses were not bad, what else was there to care about?

After sitting for half a pillar of incense, Ning left.

Tang Chujiu looked at Ning's back, his eyes were sour, over the years, Ning's has been really good to himself, and he has always regarded him as his own.

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