When Song Luan looked in the mirror at night, she found that there were still red marks on her chin. No wonder she was in so much pain that she was about to cry. Zhao Nanyu must have really used too much force, and her body seemed to be made of tender tofu. A little force would leave marks, and they would be difficult to fade away.

Before going to sleep, Song Luan called the maid who was guarding the door into the room and asked, "Did the young master say when he would come?"

Although the maid was not as frightened as when she first met her, she was still very reserved and respectful, fearing that she would be beaten if she said something wrong. "I will not come here if the young master does not notify me."

The maid didn't know what was wrong with the Madam. The young master almost never stayed here overnight, only twice a month. And during these two times, the Madam always looked impatient and disgusted. Why did she suddenly ask about it tonight?

Song Luan didn't know that the relationship between the couple had become so cold at this time. Unless she got into trouble again, or Zhao Shi was brought over by her to be educated, Zhao Nanyu would rarely set foot in her yard.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I know, you can go out."

"Yes." After a pause, the maid lowered her head and whispered, "I will go and bring you the calming soup."

Song Luan really didn't want to drink the bitter medicine, so she refused it. The maid seemed embarrassed, "But if you don't drink it, you won't sleep well at night."

She suddenly had an idea and changed her words, "Then bring it over."

The bowl of medicine did not end up in Song Luan's stomach, because she had not forgotten about the poisoning! Since it was not written in the book "The Powerful Minister", she could only find it out on her own.

After the maid left, she poured the medicine into the bonsai by the window. If it was really poisonous, the bonsai would surely die soon.

As expected, Zhao Nanyu did not come at night. It would have been better if he did not come. Song Luan wished he did not come as her jaw was still hurting.

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside. It was a bright early spring day, and the Jasmine planted in the yard was filled with a faint fragrance.

After Song Luan washed up, someone brought in her breakfast. As usual, it was light porridge, and she didn't choose. She ate two small bowls of porridge with pickles. After filling her stomach, she felt much better.

For several days in a row, Song Luan lived such a peaceful life in Huaishuiju. Zhao Nanyu did not come over, and did not even send anyone to deliver a message. Naturally, she did not take the initiative to get close to him. The only pity was that Shi Ge'er was also watched closely and detained in the front yard, so she had no chance to see him.

A few days later, Song Luan discovered that the bonsai that she had been feeding with calming soup was still alive and well. She breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the calming soup was fine.

On the day of the Spring Equinox, Zhao Nanyu finally appeared in front of her. He was holding the hand of the four-year-old Shiger. The father and son both had the same gentle expression.

Song Luan was wearing a crimson waist-length skirt that day, and a light white straight-collared top. Her waist was slender, her eyebrows and eyes were bright, and she looked bright and charming from a distance.

Shi Geer called out to her, "Mother."

She liked this cute and sweet child from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't help but touch his head, but she quickly withdrew her hand.

She could even sense the cold gaze of Zhao Nanyu, who was standing beside her. Song Luan didn't dare to look him in the eye. She was also a little afraid of the way he looked at her, which seemed gentle on the surface but was actually cold and a little hostile.

During lunch, it was so quiet that the only sound was the movement of chopsticks. Song Luan wanted to cry. She didn't even dare to eat more food, nor did she dare to extend her chopsticks toward him. This meal felt like torture.

Zhao Nanyu was the first to stop eating and stared at her calmly, "Does your jaw still hurt?"

Now I ask you what you did earlier! ! ! It hurt so much at that time! So many days have passed! ! ! Don't you think it's too late? !

She roared madly in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out loud. Song Luan shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He hummed, and then said nothing more.

Shi Ge'er suddenly said, "I'm done eating."

Song Luan couldn't help but sigh every time she saw him. This child was so well-behaved. Maybe it was because of their blood relationship. The more she looked at Shi Ge'er, the more she liked him. She wanted to rub his little face and play with him.

"Can you go back to the front yard by yourself?" Zhao Nanyu asked for his opinion. He stayed with Song Luan reluctantly.

Zhao Shi lowered his head and unexpectedly replied, "Father, I want to stay here for a while."

Zhao Nanyu's smile froze for a moment, and she looked at Song Luan with a meaningful look. The ambiguous expression on his face made her feel creepy. To be honest, she didn't expect that Shige'er's heart would be won so quickly by her. Just by being nice to him for that one time, the child wanted to stay with her.

Oh, so patient.

"what ever."

Zhao Nanyu himself did not stay long and went to the study in the front yard.

Zhao Shi sat very upright, with his hands on his legs, his back straight, his snow-white and tender cheeks slightly puffed up, and his expression serious. When Song Luan saw him, she wanted to go up and tease him.

She walked over and sat next to him. Shi Ge'er's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, his fingers nervously clenching the corners of his clothes. He didn't know why he wanted to stay just now, perhaps it was because he hadn't seen his mother for half a month.

In fact, Zhao Shi knew it clearly in his heart. He missed the feeling of being held in his mother's arms last time. He could smell the pleasant scent of his mother's body when he closed his eyes. She would care about him and ask him if his handwriting was good. Are you tired?

"Does Shige want to eat something?" Song Luan wanted to hit herself after asking. He had just finished lunch, so he must not be hungry.

As expected, Shi Geer shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry."

Song Luan seemed a little at a loss, as it was her first time being a mother! She was so hasty, and suddenly a light bulb went off in her head, so she asked, "Then can you play chess?"

Shige hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "Yes."

It’s embarrassing to say that as a modern person, Song Luan only knows the rules of Go, but she can’t play it. In short, she can understand it but can’t play it. She smiled and said, “We won’t play Go today. I’ll teach you a new way to play.”

Shi Ge'er had never heard of any other way to get off the bed. His big, sparkling eyes like black grapes looked at her without blinking, and he said obediently, "Okay."

Song Luan found a set of top-quality chess pieces from the cabinet, and sat cross-legged on the soft couch with Shi Ge'er, with only a low table between them. She explained the rules of Gobang to Shi Ge'er.

This child is very smart and he understood it after listening to it once.

The afternoon light is gentler than at other times. The lazy golden rays shine through the window panes into the room, making it warm and bright.

The mother and son sat quietly, Song Luan holding the white pieces and Shi Ge'er holding the black pieces.

Song Luan was fully focused when playing chess and was not affected by the outside world at all. She held the white piece, supported her chin with one hand, and stared at the chessboard for a long time before slowly placing the piece, very cautiously. After all, she didn't want to lose to a child.

Shi Ge'er was also very serious in his play. In fact, he had let his mother pass several times intentionally or unintentionally, but it seemed that she didn't notice and always played in the wrong place.

Before I knew it, more than an hour had passed.

Song Luan yawned and asked, "Brother Shi, are you sleepy? Do you want to take a nap?"

Shi Ge'er tactfully put down the chess piece in his hand, even though he was very reluctant. "I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go back first."

He went back to that stiff, distant tone.

Song Luan reached out and pinched the little face she had coveted for a long time. She said with a smile: "Just sleep here with me. I have to take a nap anyway, so come together."

Shi Ge'er was stunned for a long time. The place where she pinched quickly turned red, and the temperature on his face rose sharply, becoming extremely hot. He thought that his mother was impatient with him again and wanted to drive him away.

His voice was very small, as if he was very embarrassed. "Okay."

Song Luan took his little hand and led him into the inner room. The four-year-old child seemed to be able to do everything by himself. He took off his shoes and coat obediently, and then he got into position and lay down in the innermost part without moving.

She got on the bed and covered them both with the quilt, "Go to sleep."

Shi Ge'er closed his eyes. Not long after, Song Luan leaned towards him and let him sleep in her arms.

The child in my arms didn't move at all, and I didn't dare to sleep even with my eyes open, for fear of waking up to find it empty again.

But later, Shi Ge'er couldn't resist his sleepiness and fell asleep in her arms in a daze. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, the sun gradually set, and the golden light became a little dim.

At sunset, the door creaked and was pushed open from the outside. Zhao Nanyu was wearing black boots. He was wearing dark clothes, which gave him a solemn and murderous aura. His boots fell on the blanket silently.

He walked into the inner room, stood in front of the bed with his back to the light, and looked at the two people sleeping soundly on the bed. His eyes, which were always as gentle as water, gradually took off their disguise, revealing the deep-seated hostility, darkness, and terrible desire for control.

The woman was sleeping soundly on the bed, her collar slightly open, exposing her snow-white neck and delicate collarbone to his sight.

Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes to hide the dark light in them.