When Gu Qingchen heard this, the tiger's body was shocked, but fortunately he didn't forcibly wake up Chu Jiu just now.

After pondering for a while, he turned back to the bamboo courtyard and took a big white cloak and draped it on Tang Chujiu's body.

Obscuring all the spring light.

Yue Xunhuan followed behind Tang Chujiu unhurriedly, feeling that the moonlight was good today, and the cool breeze was blowing in the night, which was comfortable.

Gu Qingchen followed behind, but his heart was pounding, and he walked absent-mindedly on the ninth day of the first month, and almost fell down several times, which made people raise their hearts to their throats.

I'm afraid of falling.

Fortunately, there was no danger along the way.

The two followed behind them, and followed Tang Chujiu all the way to a familiar place.

Gu Qingchen looked at the words 'Prime Minister's Mansion', and his lips pursed tightly.

The porter was under the moonlight and the red lantern, and when he saw that it was Tang Chujiu, his face turned pale with fright, and he couldn't help but scream: "Ghost, ......"

At this time, Tang Chujiu was indeed very much like a ghost.

His face was blank, with long hair scattered and white.

The most important thing is that all the people before thought that Tang Chujiu had been buried in the fire.

And now, in the middle of the night, she appeared in such a dress again, and nine times out of ten, people would think that it was a wronged soul asking for her life.

At the beginning, Tang Chujiu was buried in the fire, not only the minister's mansion, but even the streets and alleys of the capital were talked about for a long time.

Zuihou said that she was killed, burned to death, buried in the fire, and died without turning a blind eye, and the soul of the wronged soul would definitely not disperse, and she would ask for her life.

This led to the fact that the ministers and subordinates of the prime minister were all respectful and distant from the West Courtyard, and if they had to do so, they would not go there, and they usually walked around.

In the hearts of the ministers' mansions, the more time passed, the more they believed it to be true.

Now, seeing Tang Chujiu coming, the porter was so frightened that his hands and feet were weak, he opened the door, and ran to the house with a roll, even forgetting to close the door, running all the way, screaming all the way: "Ghost, ......"

Tang Chujiuyi raised his feet, opened the door, and followed in.

Looking at the familiar figure that disappeared in front of him, Gu Qingchen's eyes were stained with bitterness.

Originally, I wanted to stop it, but I raised my hand, and Zuihou took it back in a dejected way.

Like an ice sculpture, standing in the dark, watching the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion devour Tang Chujiu's figure.

After Yue Xunhuan followed here, he looked at the magnificent minister's mansion, and his face was not very good.

The place of the Prime Minister's Mansion is now painful for Yue Xunhuan.

How many sleepless nights, walking here, zuihou, and forcing yourself to turn around!

Yue Xunhuan had a stinky face, standing in place and hesitating, hesitating.

Zuihou, Gu Qingchen and Yue Xunhuan turned into stones, standing tall in the night wind, not moving at all.

Both of them didn't blink, looking at the majestic gate of the younger brothers.

After Tang Chujiu entered the Prime Minister's Mansion, he went straight to the West Courtyard with a familiar way.

And the miserable cry of the porter also woke up everyone.

Most people, all of them worship the Buddha with both hands: "There is a wrong, there is a debtor, nine girls, don't look for me, don't look for me, Amitabha, Amitabha Buddha......"

Not long after Steward Liu fell asleep, he was startled by the constant noise and became angry!!

When he got up, he was going to reprimand everyone, but after seeing Tang Chujiu, his face was full of ecstasy, and he rarely rushed to the study regardless of the image of the chief manager.

I even forgot to knock on the door, pushed the door in, and was very excited: "My lord, the ninth girl is back." ”

Song Lanjun was reading the official documents, and when he heard the words, he suspected that he had heard it wrong, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"It's true, it's the ninth girl, she went to the West Courtyard." Steward Liu thought she was dazzled at first, but it was really the ninth girl, and she was absolutely not mistaken.

Song Lanjun dropped the pen in his hand and went straight to the west courtyard.

The west courtyard is now the same as before, brick by brick, flower by grass, all restored one by one. And every day it was cleaned spotlessly, and it was not visible at all, and it was uninhabited.

Song Lanjun panted and pushed open the door of the west courtyard, and saw Tang Chujiu with his face slightly raised, sitting on the swing frame under the plum tree, holding the rope with both hands, his feet slightly off the ground, swaying back and forth slightly.

In Song Lanjun's eyes, the ninth day of the first day swinging under the moon is not as beautiful as the world.

I almost cried with joy, it was so good, and as before, I pushed open the door and saw the ninth day of the new year.

Countless times of imagination finally came true, countless times of throwing into the air, finally got his wish, Song Lanjun's eyes were full of ecstasy, and for the first time in several months, he spoke: "The ninth ...... of the first month"

The voice was shattered and hoarse.

The original smoke hurt his throat, although after these days of careful recuperation, he was able to speak, but in the end, his voice became low and hoarse.

I didn't speak before, because I didn't have the ninth day of junior high school, and I didn't even have the *** to speak, and in the two months when my throat was injured, I was used to using a pen to speak.

But at this time, looking at the real ninth day of the first month, it was within reach, Song Lanjun's heart was full of joy: "The ninth day of the first month is ......"

Steward Liu was very moved, and the adults were finally willing to speak.

Looking at Tang Chujiu sitting under the swing, Steward Liu sighed, in the end, it is not possible to have nine girls in the house.

During these days, everyone is living in dire straits.

Every day, the face of the minister is gloomy and gloomy, and water can drip out, and everyone is trembling.

Especially after the minister made the minister continue to be punished to death by two subordinates who went to the west courtyard to clean, life was even more tormented.

After the prime minister whipped the corpse, all the people were even more silent.

How many people in the world dare to really whip corpses!!

No matter how heinous the sins are during life, he should also be buried in the earth after death.

But after the minister whipped the corpse, he made people abandon the barren mountains and mountains and feed the wild beasts.

What made everyone even more puzzled was that the ministers treated the charred corpse of the nine girls as a treasure before, and they did not hesitate to do everything possible to mobilize the crowd and spend countless money to get the thousand-year-old ice jade coffin, which could ensure that the corpse of the nine girls was not damaged.

is obviously so precious, but later, he personally whipped the corpse!!

After the whipping corpse, the entire minister's mansion was even more frightened in their hearts, and their lives were ...... Like grilled fish boiled on both sides.

Now, it's good that the Nine Girls are finally back.

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

Step by step, he walked towards Tang Chujiu, looking at the beauty under the moon without blinking, afraid that in the blink of an eye, she would disappear and become the mirror.

Walking to the person who was thinking about it day and night, Song Lanjun stood still, and his breathing was cautious, his dark eyes full of strong affection locked on the beauty, and his voice was hoarse: "The ninth ...... of the first month"

Tang Chujiu's eyes rolled, he got up from the swing frame and threw himself into Song Lanjun's arms.

With the warm fragrant nephrite in her arms, Song Lanjun felt that she had arrived in heaven.

In heaven and earth, no matter how blessed it is, that's all it is. This sudden happiness made Song Lanjun both happy and afraid.

I am afraid that this happiness is just a sweet dream, and when I wake up, I am cold around me, and there is no shadow of the ninth day of the first month.

There are too many dreams like this, how happy I am in every dream, and how desperate and empty I am when I wake up.

Song Lanjun's hand circled the person in his arms.

Tang Chujiu is very submissive, in Song Lanjun's arms, just like in Xinghua Village in the past, with him as the sky, in his arms, gentle and dependent.

No longer cold-spoken, no longer full of resentment, no longer regarded as a tiger and a beast, snuggled in Song Lanjun's arms, his eyes were rippling, and his face was tender: "Seventeen, I miss you very much." ”

Song Lanjunru heard the voice of heaven: "On the ninth day of the first month, I miss you too." ”

Think about it day and think about it night.

In order to make people haggard, the clothes and belts are gradually widened, and they will not regret it.

When I saw this sentence in a book before, it was just an exaggeration and affection written by literati.

Now I know that when the love reaches the depths, it is really lovesick inch by inch.

I can't sleep at night, I can't eat, and I think like crazy.

Song Lanjun raised Tang Chujiu's chin, lowered his head, and covered his red lips.

I miss the softness and taste of a thousand things.

Finally paid again.

It's so wonderful.

Tang Chujiu did not struggle, did not dodge, but let Song Lanjun do whatever he wanted.

Everything is just like when I was in Xinghua Village before, the love is as strong as honey.

Under the moon before the flowers, Lang is in love with concubines, and it looks so sweet.

It's a pity that I finally couldn't suppress it, and Yue Xunhuan, who followed in with a black face, was called fierce and evil, like a soul messenger from hell.

Standing in the courtyard, looking at the two people hugging each other intimately under the plum tree, there was fire in their eyes.

This fire burned a little evil, inexplicable, and the way was unknown.

Yue Xunhuan was menacing and eerie: "Let go of her!! ”

Song Lanjun just tasted a good taste, so he was willing to let go.

With cold eyes like sharp arrows, looking at Yue Xunhuan who was looking at the bad people and good things in front of him, he couldn't wait to crush his bones and ashes, and let out a low roar, mixed with thunderous anger: "Get out!! ”

The big hand that was wrapped around Tang Chujiu's thin waist unconsciously tightened, increasing his strength.

Tang Chujiu was strangled, raised his face, looked at Song Lanjun, and his willow eyebrows were lightly locked: "Seventeen, it hurts." ”

Song Lanjun relaxed his strength at this time, and after glancing at Tang Chujiu tenderly, he glared at Yue Xunhuan angrily.

Yue Xunhuan snorted coldly, and the silver needle on his hand pierced out.

I have always disliked to talk too much, and I prefer to use violence to solve problems.

The silver needle did not stab the target, but was intercepted by Song Lanjun's secret guard halfway, it was Luo Donglai.

Song Lanjun took Tang Chujiu's hand, walked to the house, and left Yue Xunhuan to Luo Donglai.

In the past, whenever Song Lanjun couldn't stand it, he would come to the house to sit for a long time, but the more he sitted, the more empty his heart became.

There is no room for the ninth day of the first month, it is so empty.

Now, as Tang Chujiu entered the house, Song Lanjun's eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a smile.

After entering the house, Tang Chujiu sat in front of the dresser and reached out to touch the person in the bronze mirror.

Song Lanjun picked up the comb: "On the ninth day of the first month, I'll pull your hair." ”

Tang Chujiu looked back and smiled: "Okay." ”

Song Lanjun picked up the ninety-three thousand green silk in the early Tang Dynasty, and after slowly straightening it out, he pulled his hair one by one.

It didn't take long for the flowers to come out.

Song Lanjun turned his head to look at it, and asked with a smile: "Chu Jiu, do you like it?" ”

Tang Chujiu didn't answer, but he stood up suddenly, pushed Song Lanjun away with all his might, and ran out of the door.

Song Lanjun took several steps back, knocked over the chair, and the person also fell to the ground, his palms were propped up on the ground, grinding out blood, and at the wrist, he felt the same as being reversed, hot and painful, but he didn't care about anything, got up, and went to chase Tang Chujiu.

Tang Chujiu was very fast, opened the door, and ran out, looking frightened and uneasy.

In the courtyard, Luo Donglai and Yue Xunhuan are inseparable.

Luo Donglai can be Song Lanjun's secret guard, not only is he good, but he is also meticulous, and at the same time, he is a must.

The moon is looking for joy for a while, and he really can't bear it.

At this time, Tang Chujiu ran over, Song Lanjun chased behind, and shouted in a panicked voice: "Chujiu! ”

As if he hadn't heard it, Tang Chujiu stuffed his head and ran forward, through the courtyard, and towards the door.

The moon is looking for joy and no longer fighting.

Raising his eyebrows and looking at Song Lanjun, he was a little surprised, and sure enough, the most unreliable thing in the world is rumors.

Everyone in the world talked about it and sighed, and they were dumber than Pan An's ministers!! It's a pity, it's a pity.

But in fact, this minister is obviously not dumb!!

Yue Xunhuan said slowly: "If you want to see her pile of white bones, you can shout louder." ”

Song Lanjun heard what was in the words, looked at Shangyue Xunhuan, and asked: "What do you mean?" ”

Yue Xunhuan pointed to the back of Tang Chujiu who was rushing away: "She is in a dream!" What she is doing now, she is completely unconscious, and when she wakes up the next day, she remembers nothing, and thinks that nothing happened. ”

However, this point is said to be true, and whether this is true remains to be verified tomorrow morning.

When Song Lanjun heard this, he suddenly realized.

I see, I was too surprised by the sudden return of the ninth year of the first month, and I didn't think about it so much, but I only vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Now that I think about it, it's the ninth day of the first month that is too supple.

Zhong Wuyan said that the love Gu will be full of affection, but it will not make people lose their memory!

Then the previous injuries and pains are all remembered by the ninth year of the first month. With her temperament, it can't be like this...... Without compunction.

At that time, how deep the wound was, how much it hurt, how much hatred there was in the ninth year.

And Chu Jiu and Gu Qingchen have been together for so long, she said in person that there is a ...... between them Thinking of this, Song Lanjun subconsciously stopped and avoided it.

Otherwise, you can't help but go crazy with jealousy!!

Song Lanjun sighed.

It turns out that the suppleness of the ninth day of the first month at this time is just a mirror.

I thought that I would finally be able to see the moon when the clouds opened.

Seeing that the middle school ran to the door, Song Lanjun waved his hand and ordered Luo Dong to stop the people.

Yue Xunhuan was on the side, indifferent: "You can try it forcibly, it just so happens that my son wants to know if she will become stupid, crazy, or die as recorded in the ancient medical books!! ”

When Song Lanjun heard this, how dare he take risks.

It's just that he is unwilling and doesn't want to watch Chu Jiu leave like this.

For the sudden arrival of the ninth month, it is ecstasy, unwilling to accept the emptiness of leaving again.

Song Lanjun followed behind Tang Chujiu and walked all the way out of the gate of Fuzhong.

Gu Qingchen, who was standing in the dark, looked at Tang Chujiu, who was frightened and stumbled and ran away, and immediately appeared, stretching her into his arms, and was afraid of startling her.

When Song Lanjun saw Gu Qingchen, fire appeared in his eyes.

Extraordinarily red eyes.

After Gu Qingchen glanced at Song Lanjun, he followed behind Tang Chujiu, and sat down at any time to prevent her from falling.

Song Lanjun didn't think about it, and followed behind.

Luo Donglai came as a guard, so he naturally accompanied him. Yue Xunhuan was in Zuihou, with excitement and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

For a while, five people on the road were particularly conspicuous in the quiet of the night.

Fortunately, there was no one on the road at this time, otherwise, it would be strange not to point fingers and onlookers.

Tang Chujiu was in front, running slower and slower, to Zuihou, standing in the middle of the road, gasping for breath, after a while, he calmed down, and then followed the original road and returned to the bamboo courtyard.

And the strange thing is that she even brought water, washed her face carefully, took off her shoes and went to bed, covered herself with a quilt, closed her eyes, and sank into a dream.

It's like nothing had happened before, just an illusion.

If Song Lanjun hadn't chased after him all the way, he couldn't help but doubt, and it was just his own dream of having the ninth day of the first month.

Unbelievable.

Yue Xunhuan walked to the bed, took Tang Chujiu's hand, and took the pulse.

Then 'tsk' sounded, it was really a thousand shijie, there were no surprises.

Gu Qingchen asked, "How is it?" ”

Yue Xunhuan stretched: "Everything is normal, I'll ask when she wakes up tomorrow morning." ”

Sleepy, go to sleep!

Gu Qingchen sat on the edge of the bed and held Tang Chujiu's hand tightly.

The strength is a little too strong, for fear that if you don't hold it tightly, you will lose her.

After a while, Gu Qingchen got up and went to the living room.

Song Lanjun's face was calm, but his eyes were terrifying, and he said: "This phase wants to take Chu Jiu away!" ”

Gu Qingchen was neither humble nor arrogant, and said loudly: "The ninth day of the first month is my wife!! ”

Song Lanjun said coldly: "In this life, life is a person of the true appearance, and death is a ghost of the original appearance. Chu Jiu is good to you, because she did something wrong in punishing her face and made her sad, so she wants her face to hurt! will deliberately pick you, good to you! Because everyone knows that the General's Mansion and the Minister's Mansion are incompatible, they will deliberately approach you! Do you think that in the heart of Chu Jiu, you are that person? Wrong! It's the way it is! From beginning to end, the true appearance is the person in Chu Jiu's heart! We are childhood sweethearts, in love, and have supported each other through ups and downs for more than ten years! And you're only a few months away from the ninth day of junior high school! ”

In these words, the lethality is comparable to that of thousands of troops, and thousands of arrows pierce the heart.

Gu Qingchen's starry eyes suddenly contracted, and he sent off the guests: "It's late at night, Song Chen, please go back." ”

Song Lanjun stood up and walked away.

Now that the love Gu has been released, the future will be long.

Gu Qingchen clenched his fists and walked back to the house slowly, looking at Tang Chujiu's sleeping face, he hadn't slept all night.

Song Lanjun's words, Gu Qingchen's analysis thought that it was completely nonsense, but he couldn't deny that it disturbed people's hearts and didn't like it.

Especially now, in the dream of the ninth year of the first year, it is all Song Lanjun. Chu Jiu's heart, also ...... It's all him.

The night was a long one, for everyone.

Song Lanjun also stayed awake all night, he was excited.

On the ninth day of the first month, I finally made me wait for this day.

After returning home, Song Lanjun went to the West Courtyard and sat on the swing frame where Tang Chujiu had sat before, the corners of his mouth flying.

The beauty outside the wall, but her face is full of hatred.

At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the prime minister's mansion was so big, how could Tang poetry and painting not know.

Lying in the dark, seeing Tang Chujiu, Tang Shihua's eyes were full of hatred!!

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