Raising his hand to pull a strand of broken hair from Song Dongli's forehead behind his ear, Nan Changan left with a smile.

Song Lanjun saw the smile on the corner of the new emperor's mouth, and felt a 'Geden' in his heart, and had an unpleasant intuition.

After sending off the new emperor, Song Lanjun hurried back to the room, and when he saw Song Dongli who was already asleep on the bed, his heart was even colder.

The relationship between Chu Jiu and the new emperor must not be simple!

Song Lanjun suddenly had a feeling of digging a pit and burying herself!

The smile on the corner of the new emperor's mouth is the kind that comes from the heart, and Song Lanjun can see it at a glance.

I felt very dazzling, because that kind of smile had been seen on Gu Qingchen's face.

When he looked at the ninth day of junior high school, he was smiling like that.

When Song Dongli woke up again, it was already waning.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Song Lanjun frowning in front of the bed, looking at him with burning eyes.

A smile bloomed from the corner of Song Dongli's mouth, and he said softly: "Seventeen, what's wrong?" ”

Song Lanjun asked in a sullen voice: "Chu Jiu, how did you and him meet?" ”

One word is enough to show Song Lanjun's jealousy and defense! As well as dislike.

This answer made the smile on Song Dongli's face freeze, because she didn't know how to answer! I don't know!

When he saw the six strings of rock sugar gourds on the bedside table, Song Dongli had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and said: "Well, didn't you sell soy milk and rock sugar gourds on Chang'an Street before, and you have given a few strings of ...... to the saint?"

When it comes to that past, Song Lanjun is guilty and self-blame, which is the past he never wants to mention, because in those days, the injury was the deepest.

Therefore, he didn't ask any more in-depth, and changed the topic: "Chu Jiu, are you better?" ”

Song Dongli frowned lightly, stroked his chest, and was pitiful: "I'm still stuffy, seventeen, I won't die, right?" ”

Seeing the beauty's panicked appearance, Song Lanjun took Song Dongli into his arms: "I won't let you die, I said that I would stay together until I was old, don't worry, I have already sent someone to invite Zhong Wuyan." ”

Hearing that he had already gone to invite Zhong Wuyan, Song Dongli breathed a sigh of relief, so good...... Now with the support of the saint, Song Dongli has delusions and wants to borrow the king's order to get rid of Zhong Wuyan.

Only by getting rid of her can there be peace, otherwise...... As long as she lives, she can't be at ease.

With this thought, Song Dongli felt that it was better to win over the saint, he was the Ninety-Five, standing at the top of power, and the whole world was in his hands......

Therefore, Song Dongli chose the most haode material very carefully and came back and weaved thousands of knots......

The compilation is very secretive, and it only starts every day after Song Lanjun goes to court.

Song Lanjun is not having a good time these days.

The smile of the saint turned into a red-hot iron rod, which disturbed his heart.

I don't know if it's because of this, Song Lanjun is not in bed like before...... There is passion.

In the past, in bed, as long as I had time, I wanted to be happy with Chu Jiu.

But for more than half a month, Song Lanjun didn't have any sex.

Song Dong is better away from her body, and she no longer vomits blood, but she is now putting all her mind on braiding the thousand knots.

The thousand knots, I used to read the nine compilations of the Tang Dynasty, which was more complicated and labor-intensive, but fortunately, I knew how to compile them.

Compared with Tang Chujiu, the craftsmanship is not bad.

Because all he pretended to be about to kill people with a knife, Song Dongli ignored some obvious facts.

Without the Love Gu, there are many places that are different...... At least the feelings are not as strong as before.

This day was Song Lanjun's birthday, and he suddenly remembered that when he was in Xinghua Village before, Tang Chujiu would make a bowl of longevity noodles and a bowl of braised pork every birthday, and suddenly wanted to eat it.

After going down, he only had urgent official duties, freed up his time, and came to the West Courtyard: "On the ninth day of the first month, is it okay to make me braised pork to eat today?" ”

After becoming the wife of the prime minister, there are a group of slaves in the family, Song Dongli has not been cooking for a long time, and she thinks that being a noble lady should have a corresponding shelf.

Only poor people cook by themselves and become yellow-faced women!

Song Dongli was very resistant to entering the kitchen, smiling: "Seventeen, why did you suddenly remember to eat braised pork?" ”

Song Lanjun was stunned for a moment, and his eyebrows were gloomy, did he forget his birthday in the ninth year?

Song Dongli really forgot that she had put all her thoughts on Nan Chang'an these days.

Nan Changan's dark eyes flashed, and said: "I just suddenly want to eat, Chu Jiu, I'll make a fire, you can do it, okay?" ”

Of course, Song Dongli can't say badly.

stood up and followed Song Lanjun into the stove house, and after sending all the servants inside, there were only two people left for a while.

Song Lanjun really started to make a fire...... This kind of rough work is not new to him, and he used to do it.

The demeanor of the minister, even if it is a fire, is also a different style, and the gestures are all good-looking.

There is no vulgarity in doing rough work at all.

Obviously, this kind of rough work is low, but Song Lanjun does it calmly and unhurriedly, revealing nobility.

Song Dongli is not so good-looking, when she was in Xinghua Village before, Tang Chujiu did housework, she was favored by the Ning family, just like the eldest lady, basically ten fingers do not touch the spring water.

Later, she married someone to fill the house, and then became a kiln sister...... Until now, the minister's wife, she rarely cooks.

Song Lanjun looked at Song Dongli in front of him, and his brows frowned unconsciously.

In the past, the pot was burned red on the ninth day of the first month, and then she started to put oil, she said that this would not cause the oil to fly out and burn......

And to make braised pork, she first uses seasonings to taste for half an hour before putting them in the pot.

Song Dongli has been the wife of the minister for four years, she is too comfortable, and because she puts her mind on Nan Chang'an, she relaxes.

After entering the stove house, Song Dongli burned a bowl of braised pork after half an hour.

There is no longevity noodle !!

Song Lanjun silently took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, and then frowned, this taste ...... Not the taste of memory.

Far from it.

This braised pork is profound in Song Lanjun's memory.

But in Song Dongli's memory, it is vague.

She didn't realize the importance of this bowl of braised pork to Song Lanjun, otherwise she would definitely do everything possible to refuse to enter the kitchen.

Song Lanjun glanced at Song Dongli hesitantly, without the bond of love Gu, he was as if the black cloth that had been covering him had been torn off.

Suddenly, I began to see the difference.

To be able to achieve this position, Song Lanjun's mind is naturally within the reach of ordinary people, he is not only meticulous, but also observant, sharp-minded, and unique.

It is difficult to change a person's long-standing habits.

Chu Jiu has been making braised pork for so many years, all of them are the same steps, the same taste, why is it different now?

Song Dongli also put a chopstick braised pork into his mouth, and the taste was not delicious.

After eating a piece, I never ate it again...... Over the years, I have been accustomed to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and my appetite has long been raised, how can I still eat this!

laughed: "Seventeen, it's not delicious, is it?" ”

Song Lanjun smiled and didn't answer, but picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, this taste is very wrong.

Song Lanjun wrinkled her eyebrows, her mind turning.

Not knowing Weishenme, he began to think about Gu Qingchen's actions over the years.

Zuihou came to a conclusion that Gu Qingchen's attitude towards the ninth year was very strange.

He let go too simply!

I didn't think it was in the past, but when I thought about it in the past few years, I felt that something was wrong.

Over the years, Gu Qingchen has not married, and it is obvious that he has not been in love for more than nine years.

But he didn't come over to entangle Chu Jiu.

This is not normal, in the past, I hated to be able to look at Chu Jiu more and it was also haode.

And when he was a hostage on the ninth day of the first month that night, Gu Qingchen's eyes had no past feelings, only coldness.

……**―**……

There are frequent good news from the frontier, and the palace swept away the dullness of the past, and it coincided with the birthday of the minister, and there were many people who congratulated them.

Song Dongli carefully sat in front of the bronze mirror and began to dress up.

When he was satisfied, he saw wearing gold and silver, and he was wearing jewelry.

In front of those noble ladies, in the past few years, Song Dongli has become like a fish in water, and he has become more and more exquisite.

Song Lanjun looked at it and felt a little unfamiliar.

In the past nine years, the worst thing was interpersonal relationships.

On this night, there were guests who came uninvited.

Today's saint is slightly served, and in the eyes of ordinary people, this is the minister who is the new emperor's celebrity.

But Song Lanjun's eyebrows wrinkled invisibly, he had an intuition that the new emperor did not come for himself