There are two flowers, called and Dilian, also called Tongxin Hibiscus, which is very good-looking. Yu Xuan and Xiao

Concentric, concentric, Nan Chang'an hopes that Chu Jiu is as moved as he is.

This kind of temptation, like the germination of a seed, is becoming more and more green day by day.

After Tang Chujiu waved his hand and followed Nanchang'an Daozaijian, he went to the store and was very busy.

Many customers are regular customers, and when they see that there are bean paddles in the store, it is just right to have a cup on a cold day. Drinking it steamingly, the mouth is fragrant, slightly sweet, and after drinking a cup, the whole stomach is warm, it is really comfortable.

Some people drink it, and when they see that it tastes good, they will take one or several copies with them.

The two large barrels of soy milk were sold out before the sugar gourd, which made Tang Chujiu overjoyed.

The original junior Yang Xiao'an in the store was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, and he smiled: "Owner, we will make two more barrels to sell tomorrow." Yoke"

Tang Chujiu also moved this thought, although he said that he would be a little tired, but he could make money, so why not work harder? On the first day, I made three taels of silver! It's unbelievable. If you sell two more barrels......

When I think about it, I feel full of energy.

Yun Niang disagreed: "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry!" You are tired and tired to stay up late, and the old lady guarantees that within half a month, you will become a yellow-faced woman! Did you see the lady of the week across the street from your store? Overworked, premature decay! Do you want to be like that? "Moreover, not to mention the hard work, the body will not be able to bear it. Soy milk is delicious, but it is a hard work and very time-consuming.

Yes! Also, Yun Niang's words are not unreasonable. But seeing that as long as you work hard, you can make more money, so I can't give up like this, so I can't bear it.

Yun Niang looked up to the sky and sighed: "Silly melon, you don't know how to raise the price?" An announcement was made, saying that three days before the opening, the price was more favorable, and the original price was restored after three days, and then it was specially indicated that the daily limited trading would be stopped. ”

Doing business is about a word of mouth, and excellent quality is the most important word-of-mouth, but it is not only this one, sometimes it is also different and surprisingly successful.

Tang Chujiu said 'ah': "It's inconvenient to have a bowl of five cents." "The cost is only two cents, and I already earn three cents a bowl. If the price is raised again, I feel that I have made too much money, and I feel that I have made money with my conscience.

Yun Niang sighed, and said that the goods in front of her were so honest that they were outrageous! Who in the world thinks they make a lot of money? Besides, one is willing to buy, and the other is willing to suffer! And there is no forced buying and selling! And this is the capital, and most of the people who accumulate are either rich or noble, even ordinary people, these few dollars are not in their eyes.

Tang Chujiu listened to Yun Niang's words, thought about it for a long time, and deliberately went to seek the opinion of Old Man Zhang, and Zuihou posted the announcement with some trepidation.

For three days in a row, the soy milk was sold out early.

On the fourth day, Tang Chujiu was a little nervous, afraid that a bowl of six yuan would be too expensive and could not be sold, so he went to the store early.

Yun Niang couldn't help but shake her head when she saw the pricing on the notice, how honest that girl is! It's just a penny to raise the price! What can you do with a penny? Falling to the ground, most people don't bend down to pick it up.

In Tang Chujiu's view, a penny is a sky-high price, each bowl has a lot of profit, and 300 bowls are a lot of money. In those days, I had to wash most of my clothes by the river.

Before noon, all the soy milk was sold out, and Tang Chujiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone came into the store again: "Xiao Er, come five servings of soy milk, take them away!" ”

Yang Xiaoan was articulate: "Yo, guest officer, I'm really sorry, it's sold out, if you want to drink it tomorrow, please be early." ”

The people who came had to leave disappointed, and the next day they really came early.

The soy milk made by Tang Chujiu is already fragrant, coupled with Xiao Er's sentence "If you want to drink it tomorrow, please be early", in less than half a month, many people know that there is such a store on Chang'an Street.

Song Lanjun inadvertently saw the sedan chair man drinking soy milk, which touched the heartstrings for a while, and deliberately looked for the past this day.

Sitting in the sedan chair, let the sedan chair man go to buy a cup of soy milk back, after drinking, his face was full of shock, the familiar taste, the score was not bad, he couldn't suppress it, and got off the sedan chair and went to the store: "Xiao Er, this soy milk is very delicious, can you ask who made it?" ”

Yang Xiao'an is as enthusiastic as fire: "This is the secret of our family." Every day, the supply exceeds the demand. If you want to buy it, you have to buy it early, otherwise you won't have to sell it. ”

Song Lanjun pondered for a while: "Can I meet your master?" The reason added: "I like this taste very much, and I want to customize it for a long time." ”

It just so happened that Chu Jiu came out of the backyard at this time: "Xiao An ......" didn't expect to raise his eyes to see Song Lanjun, and was stunned for a while.

When Song Lanjun saw Tang Chujiu, her eyes lit up, and she saw a beautiful woman again.

Yang Xiaoan smiled: "Boss, this guest officer wants to see you." ”

Seeing Tang Chujiu's stiffness, Yun Niang's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her eyes were like a sword, her voice was as cold as ice and snow, and she whispered: "Chujiu, you must know how to face your pain, if you never dare to face him, then how can you talk about revenge." The more you hate, the more you have to laugh, and the deeper you hate, the thicker you laugh. "What's more, now that the door is open to do business, how can there be a reason to pull your face!!

Tang Chujiu's heart was shocked, it was true. took a deep breath, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and stepped forward: "I don't know what happened to the minister?" ”

Yang Xiaoan's face was surprised, and he quietly raised his eyes to look at Song Lanjun in front of him, dressed in white, with dark cloud sleeves, his face was like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color was like the flower of spring dawn, his temples were like a knife, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and his face was like peach petals. Although he is angry and sometimes laughs, that is, he is disgusted and affectionate, and he has a face that is like a shock. It is unimaginable that such a beautiful man is actually a courtier, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain.

Song Lanjun was very surprised, and she didn't find anyone who turned over the ground, but she didn't expect to be in this Chang'an Street: "I don't know what to call the girl?" ”

Tang Chujiu looked at Song Lanjun's eyes and said loudly: "Slave Tang Chujiu." ”

Song Lanjun's face changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "The ninth day of the first month? ”

Hearing this familiar cry again, Tang Chujiu felt like a world away, with infinite sadness, but his face was like a flower: "I don't know what happened to the minister?" ”

Song Lanjun rarely lost his temper, and his hands kept trembling: "The ninth day of the first month, the ninth day of the first ......"

Tang Chujiu has already reached the limit: "If the minister is fine, please allow the slave family to retire." After saying that, he turned around and retreated to the backyard, until he could no longer see the man, his legs were weak, he was barely standing against the wall, his back was full of cold sweat, and the biting cold wind of winter blew, and the cold hit him, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Yun Niang looked proud: "Chu Jiu, you did a good job." "There was no retreat, no excitement, although I retreated halfway and didn't stick to Zuihou, but it was not easy.

Tang Chujiu smiled reluctantly, his smile was stiff and weak, very ugly, and he didn't have the strength to speak. Song Lanjun returned to the sedan chair with a reluctant soul, and his heart turned upside down. Chu Jiu, she said that her name is Tang Chu Jiu, is it the former Chu Jiu? Yes, how could it not be, such eyes, unparalleled in the world, but in the ninth year, she has changed a lot, and she has become the same as before, and she is not recognizable at all.

The previous ninth day of the first month was ...... What is it like? I couldn't remember it for a while, and the only thing I remembered clearly was those big eyes, watery, flickering, and crystal clear.

The ninth day of the first month, is still alive?! How is this possible? What's going on?! I never thought that the ninth day of the first month was still alive!

After Song Lanjun recovered from the shock, his face was full of murderous intent.

When he returned to the house, his face was as cold as ice, and he immediately sent Aunt Zhou to ask that his daughter Chunxiao had been married a few years ago.

Aunt Zhou was squinting in the courtyard and basking in the sun, and when she heard the legend of the Prime Minister, she was a little drumming in her heart for a while, and secretly guessed what was going on? I can't guess, but I don't have a good premonition, and I want to find someone to talk to Tang Shihua or the old lady, but Steward Liu specially got Song Lanjun's instructions, how could she be happy?

Seeing that the route taken by Steward Liu was to the study, Mrs. Zhou was shocked, the study has always been an important place in the minister's mansion, a forbidden place, even if she is favored like a lady, she can't enter for no reason, it seems that something really happened. Frightened, he followed in, and saluted respectfully: "The old slave has seen the adult." ”

Song Lanjun has always been moody, but this time he smashed the teacup in his hand, which shows that he is extremely angry: "Say! How did the Nine Girls die in the first place? ”

Seeing the teacup smashed, Aunt Zhou didn't dare to hide, hit the center of her eyebrows, and suddenly smashed out the blood, and didn't dare to wipe it, knelt on the ground and trembled, and kept kowtowing: "Adults spare your life." ”

Song Lanjun was like a ghost-faced god: "Say! "Staying in a high position for a long time, the majesty in the voice is irresistible, and I am willing to surrender.

"The Nine Girls died of illness. At that time, he had a high fever on the road, and he was bedridden when he arrived at the Dongli Temple, and several times the old slave thought that the nine girls could not survive, but fortunately, God had mercy, and after more than a month, his body improved slightly. It's just that the good times didn't last long, and after less than a month, they worsened again, and they became more and more seriously ill, and they never got better, and in March, the ninth girl went. ”

Song Lanjun blushed, stepped forward, and kicked Aunt Zhou hard in anger: "Now they are still full of nonsense!" Come on, call me! ”

The board was raised high, and then it was lowered, the sound was heavy, and it hit Aunt Zhou, and there was no trace of scarring, but it hurt to the bones.

Aunt Zhou was so painful that life was worse than death, and her soul was scattered: "Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives, the old slave's sentences are true." ”

Song Lanjun's face was heavy, full of murderous intent: "Where is Chu Jiu buried?" ”

Aunt Zhou was silent and couldn't answer. At the beginning, he did not bury Tang Chujiu, but threw his corpse deep into the mountains, fed the wolf, and let his bones not exist, so that he would be the lonely ghost and never turn over.

Song Lanjun shouted: "Say! ”

Aunt Zhou's heart was crossed, anyway, she had already done something wrong, and she couldn't turn back: "The old slave buried the nine girls in the mountain tree behind the Dongli Temple." "Tree burial is the hanging of the dead in a tree with a thin layer of reeds.

Song Lanjun's eyes were blood-red after hearing this, her thin lips opened lightly, and she broke off life and death: "Die with a cane!" ”

Aunt Zhou's whole body was paralyzed, and her face was like ashes.

After Steward Liu dragged out Aunt Zhou, who was begging for mercy, Song Lanjun sat on the chair of Huang Limu, her face full of uncertainties.

This night, Song Lanjun sat alone in the study until dawn.

Tang Shihua already knew that Zhou Damiang was killed with a cane, and his heart was tormented and uneasy.

Aunt Zhou is an old man in the Prime Minister's Mansion on the surface, and she has been serving the Ning family, so it can be said that she has a bit of affection, but today Lan Jun actually executed her without saying anything, what is the matter? Could it be that Lan Jun has noticed the clues? Thinking of this, I was even more frightened, uneasy, and didn't close my eyes all night.

This night is tormenting for everyone.

Tang Chujiu also couldn't sleep with his eyes open. Although I have seen it more than 17 times before, I have not actually contacted it every time, but today it is different, and I have clearly told him that I am still alive!!

In fact, Yun Niang also proposed that she could be incognito, anyway, the current Tang Chujiu has changed a lot from the previous one, and no one can recognize it.

But Tang Chujiu didn't, he didn't kill people and set fires, he didn't force good people to prosper, and he didn't do anything to lose his conscience, weishenme wanted to cower like a rat crossing the street? Weishenme can't live justifiably? Don't change your name, you don't change your surname!

Thinking of Song Lanjun's greatly changed face, Tang Chujiu snorted coldly, seventeen, I didn't expect that I was still alive, did I?!

So hard, so struggling, to survive, Seventeen, I hate you! This hatred will never stop until death.

This night, Tang Chujiu was tortured by hatred and his face was haggard.

However, I still went to the store early the next morning, but I didn't expect to be guarded by Song Lanjun in front of the store.

Song Lanjun was still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, her face was a little pale, and her voice was hoarse: "Chu Jiu, I'm really glad that you are still alive." ”

Tang Chujiu looked at the man who was once the most intimate, but now he was close in front of him, but he was like being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, he couldn't see it really, and he felt extremely strange, as if he had never known him: "Oh? ”

Song Lanjun looked at the strand of broken hair hanging down in front of Tang Chujiu's forehead, and reached out to pin it behind his ear, he had done this countless times, but this time, it was in vain, because Tang Chujiu dodged away.

This is a subconscious defense, Song Lanjun's heart sank, the ninth day of the first month, it is no longer the ninth day of the previous year, the ninth day of the previous year, and he will not hide.

How can you not hide? The man in front of him, after saying all the sweet words, took a bowl of abortion pills with a smile, watched himself drink it without blinking, and beat off his flesh and bones with his own hands. How many people can be so indifferent?

I have personally tasted that heart-rending pain, that kind of despair that penetrates into the bones, how can I be defenseless?!

Song Lanjun sighed in a low voice: "Chu Jiu, you are alive and not coming back?" ”

Tang Chujiu couldn't hold back the smile on his face anymore, and said coldly: "The Prime Minister said that you are laughing, come back?" I'm weishenme coming back?! ”

Song Lanjun said softly: "On the ninth day of the first month, the Prime Minister's Mansion is your home, and I am ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Chujiu with a sneer: "What are you for me?" You and I are just a negative heart! ”

Song Lanjun's face was painful: "Chu Jiu, I broke your heart at the beginning, and I was wrong." Be obedient, obedient, go back with me, and promise to be good to you in the future. ”

"Obedient? I want to listen to you, I am not your slave, nor your concubine, nor your wife! I want to listen to you? Do you think I'll be as stupid as I was back then? Ten years of for you is already the biggest mistake I have made in my life! Tang Chujiu said quickly and urgently, and his voice was excited: "What are you doing when you go back?" Another bowl of abortion pills?! ”

Song Lanjun narrowed his eyes, the previous junior high school had never spoken so sharply, and he was not prickly in his speech. In the past, the ninth year of junior high school has always been gentle and obedient, and everything is good. Even in bed, the demand is excessive, although she discourages her from focusing on her studies, but when she comes to Zuihou, she will still be satisfied. Tang Chujiu's heart was hurting, and he was about to explode: "Song Lanjun, you and I have long been cut off!" "Once under the apricot blossom tree, with a deep face full of affection, the seventeenth who promised to be with Chu Jiu for the rest of his life and never separated, died a long time ago, died in ten miles of red makeup to marry Tang Shihua, and died in that bowl of fetal medicine.

After speaking, he ignored Song Lanjun anymore, walked forward quickly, and after a few steps, he looked back and smiled, his voice was no longer as sharp as just now, with some softness: "Seventeen, do you know, what identity I am now?" I'm someone else's concubine. At the beginning, I was desperate, penniless, and seriously ill, and in order to survive, I sold myself as a concubine. ”

This sentence exploded in Song Lanjun's chest like thunder, dripping with blood and blurring flesh and blood.

Sell yourself as a concubine, sell yourself as a concubine!

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