Zhao Chao was different from his brothers. He did not choose to pursue a career in politics. Instead, he learned medicine from a master in a Taoist temple since he was a child.
He has now inherited his master's medical skills and is considered a well-known doctor in the capital.
Zhao Chao is not only good at treating patients, but also has considerable attainments in poisons. Three years ago, his second brother once asked him for a colorless and odorless chronic poison. At that time, he joked that his second brother was worthy of being the eldest brother, and was much more ruthless than him when he got angry.
The name of the medicine was "Tianqing". When his second brother asked him for it, he naturally gave it to him and kept his mouth shut. He also asked who this medicine was for? Unfortunately, his second brother did not answer.
The medicine was given to him for three years, but his second brother never asked him for it again during this period.
Zhao Chao guessed that this medicine was most likely used on Song Luan.
Zhao Nanyu seemed to be able to drink quite well, as he drank two cups without changing his expression. He didn't say much in front of his two younger brothers, and just sat there drinking quietly.
There was a strange silence in the private room. She didn't speak to Song Luan, but she didn't feel awkward. She lowered her head and looked at the cakes in front of her boredly, counting how many pieces were on the plate.
Zhao Chao poured her a glass of wine. This time, Zhao Nanyu did not stop her from drinking. He just glanced at her silently without saying a word.
Song Luan could probably feel that Zhao Chao didn't like her very much. Even though he had a warm and kind smile on his face, it looked a bit fake.
She straightened her back. She was never as humble in front of others as she was in front of Zhao Nanyu. Song Luan acted like a proud young lady. Even her tone of thanks seemed so reluctant. "Thank you."
Zhao Chao frowned slightly, as if he had noticed her unusualness, but he always felt that Song Luan was no different from before, still that unruly and unreasonable woman.
Shameless, ignorant of etiquette, arrogant and snobbish.
Zhao Chao smiled and said, "I haven't seen my second sister-in-law for a long time."
Song Luan's tone was indifferent and distant, "Really? I don't remember."
Zhao Chao was not angry, still looking at her with a smile. He had a face that could easily make people let down their guard. He said, "I heard that my second sister-in-law was ill a few days ago. I wonder if she is feeling better recently?"
Song Luan coughed twice, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and he replied with two words dryly, "It's okay."
There were actually two reasons why she was so indifferent in front of Zhao Chao. One was that she didn't want to ruin her image in front of insignificant people. The other was that she was afraid that if she showed a little intimacy, Zhao Nanyu would think that she was doing her old bad habit of seducing his brother.
After comprehensive consideration, it is better to be cautious. The only person she cannot offend in the whole book is the male protagonist Zhao Nanyu. It doesn’t matter how other people view her or talk about her.
Zhao Chao seemed to have no temper at all. No matter how he was slapped in the face, he was not angry. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to continue asking. Zhao Nanyu, who had been silent the whole time, glanced at him and said coldly, "Okay, drink."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhao Chao tactfully stopped talking.
Song Luan felt very uncomfortable and just wanted to go home as soon as possible. She didn't want to drink nor did she want to get involved in the grudges between the brothers. Especially now, Zhao Wenyan's eyes were still fixed on her, but his eyes were not very kind.
Zhao Chao stopped, but Zhao Wenyan couldn't help but muttered, "Who knows if this disease is real or fake? Maybe he is just pretending."
She did the same thing last year. She pretended to be sick, sneaked out of the house, and went to the brothel to find young prostitutes for fun.
Zhao Wenyan's words brought back some bad memories for Zhao Nanyu. He turned his head and looked at Song Luan with a smile in his eyes. He gently smoothed the fine hair on her cheek and said, "She won't lie. Ah Yan, you've spoken out of turn."
Zhao Wenyan just couldn't understand why he had to protect her. What was there to protect about such a person! ? His face turned red, and he really wanted to yell at Song Luan, "Shame on you!"
Once, she pretended to be sick and fell in his arms, flirting with him. Zhao Wenyan never had the courage to tell his brother about this.
Song Luan smiled awkwardly and said calmly, "He didn't do it on purpose. I don't blame him."
Zhao Nanyu's eyebrows curved, and her voice was cold, "Madam is really generous."
Song Luan blushed at this sentence. Her blushing face was quite charming and full of flavor. The candlelight shone on her bright eyes, which seemed to be shining with water, and her ears were also burning red. She drank a glass of water to suppress the heat in her heart.
Zhao Wenyan was in a rage that night, drinking glass after glass of wine, and no one knew who he was venting his anger on. He was young and didn't have a good alcohol tolerance. By the end of his drinking, he was not quite clear-headed, his face was red, his neck was thick, and he was talking nonsense and no one knew what he was saying.
Song Luan kept his back tense the whole time, and never looked at him from beginning to end, looking aloof and cold. Somehow, Zhao Wenyan touched his nerves. When she was about to leave, he suddenly rushed in front of her and angrily scolded her, "You have no shame."
He was a scholar and a minor, and he had almost never done anything as ungraceful as swearing at others.
Song Luan was scolded and naturally didn't have a good face for him. She immediately scolded back, "You are shameless."
"You were wearing little and walking around in front of me, and you fell on me on purpose to seduce me..." Before the words came to his throat, Zhao Wenyan was dragged away by Zhao Chao.
Song Luan had drunk two glasses of wine tonight, and as alcohol emboldened cowards, she became a little bolder than usual and rushed over like a shrew to scratch his face and even wanted to pull his hair.
Zhao Nanyu quickly grabbed her wrist and smiled faintly, "You're quite fierce."
As soon as Song Luan saw him, she stopped making a fuss and was quietly taken down the restaurant by him, holding her wrist.
Zhao Chao took the drunk Zhao Wenyan onto the carriage and left first, while Song Luan followed Zhao Nanyu back to the Song Mansion.
It was a dark and windy night, and the sound of the wind whistling in my ears. The cold wind blew on his face, and Song Luan sobered up a lot. However, his head was still dizzy and his feet were weak.
She is actually a very lazy person and will never walk as long as she can sit still.
The moonlight lengthened the reflections of the two people. Zhao Nanyu took big steps and walked very fast. Song Luan had a hard time to keep up with him. Her feet hurt after walking for a long time. This body is really delicate.
She followed behind Zhao Nanyu breathlessly, her heels rubbed so hard that they were painful. They were the only two people on the street. Song Luan was in so much pain that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Her temper flared up immediately. She stood there, not knowing who she was angry with, "I'm not leaving!"
Zhao Nanyu heard the noise behind him and turned around. The moonlight half fell on his bright face. He lowered his chin slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Luan wiped his eyes and said angrily: "I can't walk anymore."
She pouted and looked unhappy. Zhao Nanyu just looked at her like that, distracted for a moment, feeling itchy in his heart. He actually thought that her temper was quite delicious.
"Not far."
Song Luan pointed to her left foot. Afraid that he wouldn't believe her, she bent down to take off her shoes and socks, stretched out her bare feet, and pointed at her heels, "Look, the skin is all rubbed off!"
Zhao Nanyu was shocked by her shocking behavior, then he squatted down with a cold face, held her feet in his palms, wiped the blood off her heels, and put on her shoes and socks. He stared at her with his dark eyes and said in a very cold voice, "You are not allowed to take off your shoes outside."
Fortunately, it was late at night and there was no one around. If someone had seen it, he would have gouged out that person's eyes.
Song Luan was just relying on the alcohol to do evil things, but her mind was still clear. After being scolded, she calmed down and replied reluctantly: "Oh."
Zhao Nanyu said nothing, squatted down and carried her on his back.
Song Luan fell limply on his back, her hands hooked around his neck, and the faint breath from her nose spread all over his neck, smelling sweet.
She tilted her head, squinted her eyes and stared at him motionlessly, her gaze slowly moving up from his chin. His facial features were very delicate, and her nose, eyebrows and eyes were all what she liked.
Song Luan was stunned. In a trance, she stretched out her fingers and gently touched his face. Zhao Nanyu paused for a moment, his face still cold and calm. He held her hips with one hand and controlled her fingers with the other hand, whispering, "Be good."
Song Luan stopped moving when she heard his voice. She was incredibly obedient. She withdrew her fingers and said, "Oh."
She wanted to say that she already listened to him very well. I have always been angry but dare not speak out.
Song Luan suddenly laughed and called out his name, "Zhao Nanyu."
He continued to walk forward with her on his back, listening attentively. His voice was a little hoarse, "What's wrong?"
Song Luan's thin legs hooked around his waist, moving around on him, her snow-white and soft chest rubbing against him. Zhao Nanyu's breathing gradually became heavier, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Don't move."
Song Luan didn't listen this time. She smiled and blew into his ear, "Do you like me? Hmm?"
Zhao Nanyu had a tense face and said nothing.
Song Luan's eyebrows were dyed with smiles, and she said with a breath as sweet as orchid: "Am I not beautiful enough? Or am I not good-looking enough? Don't you like it?"
Isn't it just seducing? It’s not like she doesn’t know how to do it.
Seducing the male protagonist is even a piece of cake.
Zhao Nanyu carried her back home. The servants who were on night watch were shocked to see the state of their young master's wife. They quickly looked away, not daring to look at the lady for even a second.
Zhao Nanyu rudely kicked the door open and threw the woman on the bed. Song Luan had a slightly drunk face, her clothes were messy, and her fair neck was a little red. She was really charming.
He tightened his jaw, his face expressionless, but the voice that came out of his throat was hoarse, "You are drunk."
Song Luan was not drunk. Seeing that she could not tease him, she simply rolled up the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, "If you don't like me, forget it."
Anyway, I don't like you.
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