-"I want to choose a day...to sacrifice the adults alive to worship the heaven and the earth."
After hearing this, Sang Pu's legs softened and he fell back on the bed. He was speechless for a long time, but finally calmed down, and the look on his face was actually worse than before. Still need to calm down a bit.
"How about Xiangrui?"
"Thanks to the girl, it recovered quickly. The wound has scabbed over and recovery is just around the corner."
Sang Pu nodded, If she remembered correctly, the uncle-in-law had always been in charge of things like offering sacrifices and praying for blessings. He hung around other courtyards all day long, and his desire to seek after her was obvious. Perhaps...success or failure depended on this.
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When Sang Pu returned to the other courtyard with a pale face, it was already the time to light up the lanterns. When her mother saw her, her face was filled with false concern, but her words were mocking, "Oh, little ancestor, you are really When he came back, he just said he had an emergency. I wonder... will the girl still be innocent after recovering from the illness? "
Ignoring her meanness, Sang Pu only cared about one thing at the moment, "Mom, Is Mr. Guo here today?”
“How could he not come? He has been waiting for you for eight days. God! Mr. Guo is really a good fortune teller. He just said that if you come back, One thing must be to find him."
Sang Pu changed into a brighter skirt, thought about it, and put on brighter makeup than before, and then he supported his weak body. I got a special box for Uncle Guo.
Uncle Guo's eyes widened when he saw her, and he waved his hand to let all the girls waiting around him go out. Ever since they met at the Mid-Autumn Moon Appreciation Banquet at Lord Zhao's house, he had been thinking about this tender meat.
"Sang Pu, you are finally back. Come and sit down quickly so that my uncle can take a good look. Why do you seem to have relaxed a little after not seeing each other for a few days?"
Sang Pu sat down with his uncle as he was told. Standing next to him, he picked up a jade bottle and poured wine for him, "You are as heroic as ever, and you are refreshed. I think you are in for a happy event."
The uncle Guo laughed loudly, and the smell of wine was intoxicating. Feeling like vomiting, he grabbed Sang Pu's hand, squeezed and kissed it, and immediately pulled her into his arms, caressing her shoulders and arms, sliding all the way to the softness of her chest and her thin, boneless waist.
Sang Pu had a smile on his face, but he secretly wanted to bite the tip of his tongue to bleed.
"Sangpu, whether it is a happy event or a funeral, isn't it just a matter of your words?"
"Uncle Guo is joking. People in Sangpu dare not speak nonsense, but seeing your face glowing, it must be a good sign. "
By pouring wine for Uncle Guo, she left the shackles of his lust without leaving a trace, "Sang Pu gives you a drink, and I wish Uncle Guo will host Tianzhi Minggui this time. "It's a sign of good fortune."
Uncle Guo raised his eyebrows, "What does the beauty mean by this?" It is a sign, and its intention to catch the next sounding arrow shows its intention to pray for the common people and prevent disasters. It shows that our future will be smooth and our foundation will be evergreen. The Holy Father will definitely be pleased to reward my uncle. Now that Xiangrui has recovered, everything is going well.”
The uncle laughed even more wildly when he heard this, "Okay, okay! Turn evil into good luck! You have found a good reason for my prince to ask for a reward, but... the beauty is so transparent, she must be very clear about what I want. What." As he spoke, his eyes seemed to have stripped Sang Pu naked.
At the Mid-Autumn Moon Appreciation Banquet that day, Sang Pu and Mo Tingfeng left the banquet one after another and came back together in pairs. Uncle Guo saw everything in his eyes. How could he not notice their subtle thoughts? In the final analysis, it was precisely because of the knowledge of this affection that Mo Tingfeng suffered such a disaster.
For Uncle Guo, he doesn't care at all who Sang Puxin belongs to, it is enough for the person who gets her. Life is short, and it is great wisdom to enjoy yourself in every moment.
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“Beauty, you are the one who said that there are happy events in our country, and that the wedding ceremony is the greatest joy in life. You can’t break your promise.”
Sang Pu sat stiffly. He wanted to argue again, but he opened his mouth and swallowed it back. He just filled the cup for Uncle Guo.
"The eighth day of next month is a good day. According to Uncle Guo, how will you enjoy it on that day? But before that, I would like to ask Uncle Guo to be patient for a few more days. Sang Pu hopes to give you some flowers on the day of the wedding. Offer your body to Wanbi."
"Okay, okay! This time, the chief priest of the Mo family has worked hard and has been promoted to the fourth level. The reward is ten thousand liang! Pulling the corner of her mouth, she drank another glass of wine on the table. This was the first glass of wine she drank in her life. Wasn't it said that this thing made her forget her worries? Liar. It was obvious that the influx of alcohol into my heart made me feel heart-wrenching pain, and my whole body was burned with nowhere to vent it. When she returned to Wuqingju late at night, she just found scissors and cut the clothes she wore when she met her uncle Guo today into thin strips of cloth. Still feeling uneasy, she found a brazier and burned them bit by bit. Then she took a bath and cut her shoulders and waist. The areas he had touched had almost lost a layer of skin.
The sky was gradually turning white. She was sitting at the table and stroking the guqin. Her face was as pale as paper, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
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The next day.
My uncle Guo is going to marry the world-famous artist Sang Pu as his concubine on the eighth day of next month. This news has spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital.
Mo Tingfeng was released. He hadn't shaved for nine days, his face was full of tiredness and his eyes were full of stubble, but he went straight to Wuqingju, but Sang Pu didn't see him.
He stood at the door and kept knocking, calling Sang Pu one after another. Due to his status, although the director of the other courtyard had a headache, he couldn't stop him and could only let him do what he wanted. In a place like the other courtyard, this was the time when the girls were resting. When he made trouble, the girls refused to comply. They threw things in the room to vent their anger, pointed at Sang and scolded the flowers, and Sang Pu had to open the door when he heard the noise around him.
When she saw the appearance of the person outside the door, her heart froze, but her face remained calm, "Congratulations to Mr. Mo for reaching the fourth rank. You have made a great journey since then."
"Sang Pu! Are the rumors true? Do you really want to..." Mo Tingfeng ignored the etiquette and hurriedly pulled her arm to seek an answer.
Breaking away his hand, he closed the door and motioned for him to sit down, and poured another cup of tea for Mo Tingfeng.
"Young master, you have already heard about it, so why do you hesitate to say congratulations to me?"
"Sang Pu, I would rather die now than have you do this to me." His eyes were red and he looked almost out of control.
Sang Pu laughed and said, "I'm afraid Mr. Mo has misunderstood. I was born in Goulan, and being favored by my uncle is a blessing from my ancestors. This kind of blessing is something that no one can envy. How can Mr. Mo be like this?" "It's disappointing."
"You obviously said this to relieve me because you were afraid that I would feel guilty. Sang Pu, how could I not understand? I will take you away now, and we will fly away." >
Hearing him talk about leaving and flying far away, Sang Pu’s eyes moved slightly, but he quickly suppressed it, leave? For some people, the world is so big, but for some people, the world is so small.
"What kind of relationship do Mr. Mo think we have? Why do you take me far away? How do you think I am willing to go far away with you?"
"Do you really understand me? What do you think I want from walking around among nobles all day long? How can you be sure that my desire to marry Uncle Guo is not sincere?"
"Mr. Mo, we are just We are just passers-by who meet each other by chance, please pay attention to your identity."
Every word of Sang Pu is a sharp knife, cutting each other bloody.
She stood up and opened the door, deliberately walking in an enchanting manner.
"If you have nothing to do, please come back, sir. To be honest, I was tortured in bed by my uncle Guo all night last night, and he didn't let me back until dawn. I'm feeling tired right now, and I just want to have a good sleep. .”
Seeing that he was sitting as still as a statue, she stopped trying to persuade him. She closed the door and went to the dressing table. She applied rich colors to her face and lips, colors that she would never touch in the past.
Finally, he walked towards Mo Tingfeng with a very rosy face, sat in his arms without warning, and gently stroked his face, "That's all, Mr. Mo just wants to Do you want to do that kind of thing with me? Come and let Sang Pu take good care of the young master while you are still married. I guarantee that you will be in a state of ecstasy." He then went to untie the belt around his waist.
Mo Tingfeng pushed her away like an electric shock, stood up, stumbled to the door, took a deep look at her again, turned around and opened the door.
“I think you are dirty.”