If Zhao Nanyu hadn't taken the initiative to read the letters to her, Song Luan would not have known that He Run had written so many letters to her during these days. Zhao Nanyu read them one after another in a low voice.

Song Luan's ears and head hurt from listening to him. He spoke each word clearly and read very slowly, as if he was afraid that she might not hear him clearly.

After he finished reading, Song Luan watched with his own eyes as Zhao Nanyu slowly tore the envelope in his hand into pieces, with scraps of paper scattered on the ground.

Zhao Nanyu was so angry as he kept reciting. He lowered his eyes to look at Song Luan who pretended not to hear anything, and the corners of his lips curled up, and he laughed angrily. He suddenly reached out his hand, pinched her chin, and said in a slurred voice: "How is it? Did it move you?"

Song Luan felt that the male protagonist was really jealous. The air was full of sourness, jealousy and anger, and he was afraid that she couldn't hear it. But she also felt wronged. Firstly, the letters were not written by her, and secondly, she did not receive these letters.

Zhao Nanyu intercepted her letter and still looked down on her in front of her with such a righteous attitude. He was really petty.

She was forced to look up at him and whispered back, "I didn't hear you clearly."

Song Luan was smart enough not to face his question directly, but Zhao Nanyu was not easy to fool. He smiled and said, "Then I'll read it to you again. You must listen carefully this time."

Song Luan's eyes widened. Hadn't the letter been torn up by him?

Zhao Nanyu saw what she was thinking and said, "You have a good memory. You have read it so many times, you must have memorized it a long time ago."

Song Luan's body stiffened, her heart trembled, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, her thin fingers carefully grasped his clothes, swallowed her saliva, and spoke to him in a gentle voice, "Don't do this."

Weird and stingy.

Zhao Nanyu looked at her with interest and asked, "How am I?"

Song Luan really couldn't stand his hypocritical and stuffy appearance. If she was angry, why didn't she just lose her temper? ! Why do you have to torture her heart bit by bit like this? It made her scared.

She risked her life, raised her face, and raised her voice, "You are angry."

Zhao Nanyu nodded, acknowledged it generously, and replied: "Yes, yes."

The pot fell from the sky, Song Luan is really innocent.

"I didn't write a letter to He Run, why are you so angry?"

Zhao Nanyu used to never mention the past when talking to her, but he often couldn't control his emotions, especially what the Sixth Prince said in his ear today, he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

"Then consider me being unreasonable."

Song Luan suddenly felt more guilty. Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed the original owner who took the initiative to seduce He Run. The reason why He Run was obsessed with her was because she always treated him ambiguously.

Logically speaking, she was indeed wrong in this matter.

Zhao Nanyu let go of her chin, walked to his usual place and sat down. There was a stack of unused white paper on the desk. He picked up the brush from the pen holder, stood in front of the desk with an expressionless face, and began to practice calligraphy calmly.

Although he looked calm on the surface, he was probably still angry inside.

Song Luan also roughly understood his temper. Zhao Nanyu was a vindictive person, and the same was true for her. If she made him feel uncomfortable, he would make her feel uncomfortable as well and make things difficult for her in other matters.

She slowly walked to his side and said shyly, "I promise you, as long as I am still your wife, I will never do anything to let you down."

Zhao Nanyu paused when he heard this, and black ink accidentally dripped on it. He put down the pen and said, "That's it?"

Isn’t that enough?

Zhao Nanyu sighed softly, thinking he could hear words of love from her mouth. In fact, he knew very well that as long as he didn't ask, she would never admit that she liked him.

And even if he took the initiative to ask, the "love" that Song Luan said would not have much weight. It was just a polite remark that could be said with eyes closed.

He grabbed her little hand and pulled her to his side. Song Luan was pressed into his arms, and his strong palm rested on her waist. "Well, that's enough."

Why get angry with her? She was heartless and in the end she was the one who felt unhappy.

That night, Zhao Nanyu held her hand and insisted on teaching her calligraphy. Song Luan was unwilling and resisted for a long time. Zhao Nanyu said to her without giving her face, "Your handwriting is really ugly."

The writing was crooked and without any strokes, and Song Luan even made many typos.

This really can't all be blamed on Song Luan. She can't write the characters of this dynasty, and the original owner wasn't someone who was willing to study hard, so she couldn't recognize a few words.

Zhao Nanyu stood behind her, holding her small hand in his big palm, and guided her to write stroke by stroke.

Zhao Nanyu's breathing sound passed by her ears, Song Luan blushed, and her expression and movements were unnatural.

"Your handwriting is not even as good as my brother's." Zhao Nanyu teased her.

Song Luan was so embarrassed by what he said that she was about to retort, but she heard Zhao Nanyu continue, "I heard from your brother before that you never studied hard after school and always asked others to write the homework assigned by the teacher."

"My brother was just talking nonsense. That's not true."

Zhao Nanyu chuckled and said, "If you say no, then no, you have the final say."

Song Luan thought self-indulgently that Zhao Nanyu seemed to be coaxing her. Her heart seemed to beat faster and her cheeks became hot. His doting tone made Song Luan suddenly feel a little embarrassed!

"Do you and my brother get along well? Why didn't I know this before?" Song Luan didn't remember that the original book said that the original owner's brother was familiar with the male protagonist.

Zhao Nanyu nodded, "Not bad."

In the past few years, Zhao Nanyu and Song Heqing have met many times and talked alone more than once or twice. At that time, Song Luan's temperament was not as well-behaved as it is now. She was very disobedient and was extremely disgusted with his background as the son of a prostitute, so she often ran out to have trysts with various other men.

This kind of thing cannot be concealed, and Song Luan did not seem to intend to conceal it. He continued to do his own thing even though the news was spreading all over the capital.

So every time there was a rumor, Song Heqing would always find him, either to apologize or to excuse Song Luan. Over time, Zhao Nanyu heard a lot about Song Luan from Song Heqing.

Song Heqing is a good brother, but he dotes on his sister too much. This is not a good thing.

"Your brother also said that you often bullied others when you were a child."

"I forgot, why didn't you tell me what you were like as a child?"

Zhao Nanyu's voice was a little deep, "When I was a child, well, I was not very popular like you."

Before he was seven years old, he followed his mother around to make a living. He lived a hard life and was often bullied. After his mother died, he was taken back by the Zhao family. He had no worries about food and clothing, but there were still many people who laughed at him in secret, and his cousins ​​who disliked him would throw stones at him.

During the Chinese New Year, the old lady never prepared red envelopes for him, nor did she ever invite him to stay for dinner or to watch over him.

Zhao Nanyu's childhood memories were not very good, but he could imagine that Song Luan must have been a pampered girl who grew up in the palm of her hand.

In the past, Zhao Nanyu hated her willful behavior and her noble attitude of not taking anyone seriously.

Now, my heart is truly happy.

Mm, very cute.

Being willful is also cute.

Song Luan did not ask further. She asked this question without thinking. Wasn't Zhao Nanyu's abnormal psychology developed because of his miserable childhood?

She was clearly practicing calligraphy, but later on, she didn't know what happened. The brush in her hand was thrown somewhere, and she was taken to the bed by Zhao Nanyu in a daze.

Ever since Shi Ge'er fell ill, the couple had not had sex for a long time.

It might be that Zhao Nanyu had been single for too long, but Song Luan was more likely to think that Zhao Nanyu was determined to get her because of He Run’s matter.

After so many lessons, Song Luan has learned her lesson. Although her tears are useless in front of Zhao Nanyu, as long as she shouts in pain and acts more realistically, Zhao Nanyu will still be gentler in his actions.

So not long after the beginning, Song Luan groaned, "It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle. I'm still weak."

Zhao Nanyu kissed the corner of her mouth, as if he believed her words, "Does it really hurt?"

Song Luan nodded, lying without even taking a breath, "Really."

Zhao Nanyu really slowed down his movements after hearing that. He was also aware of her poor acting skills. He continued in silence. This night was particularly long, and Song Luan finally had no strength to move her legs.

The next day, when Song Luan got up from bed, it was already late.

The first thing she did after getting dressed was to ask Nanny Lin to make her a bowl of contraceptive soup.

The servants could only do as Song Luan said. She had served the Zhao Mansion for a long time and was loyal to her master. However, Nanny Lin had some complaints about Song Luan, who was protected by her master. She felt from the bottom of her heart that this woman was not worthy of being treated well by her. Now she asked for contraceptive soup, which was really disheartening.

Zhao Nanyu came back from practicing sword outside. Song Luan in the room had just swallowed the contraceptive soup and felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She had to eat two candied fruits to get rid of the disgusting taste of medicine in her mouth.

Zhao Nanyu watched her take the medicine silently and poured her a glass of water. Song Luan took the glass and thanked her softly.

Song Luan could see that Zhao Nanyu was in a bad mood again. She supported her chin and thought silently that the male protagonist seemed unhappy every day, but his face was particularly sour this morning.

The two of them had breakfast together peacefully. As usual, Song Luan went to the partition to see Shi Ge'er. The child finally stopped coughing and his complexion became rosy. His illness was cured.

Song Luan was very happy when she saw it, and she planned to cook a bowl of braised pork for Shi Ge'er at noon.

Shi Ge'er suffered a lot from this illness. These days he could only eat light dishes and porridge, and was not allowed to touch greasy dishes. Seeing that chubby face become much thinner, she felt heartbroken.

Recently, she likes to help Shige'er put on clothes and make the child look beautiful. She feels a great sense of accomplishment in her heart. Shige'er wanted to do it himself at first, but later he let her do it.

Song Luan dressed him in a red coat that day. As autumn was getting deeper, she was afraid that the child would get cold, so she put a thick cloak on him outside. The collar was covered with snow-white fox fur, which felt very warm to the touch.

The child has red lips and white teeth and is extremely beautiful.

Song Luan carried her to the outer room. Zhao Nanyu looked at Shi Ge'er being held obediently by her, and her eyes and eyebrows were filled with a happy smile.

He suddenly thought, it would be great if he could have another daughter as cute and lovely as Song Luan.