Song Luan actually didn't remember the plot of the book very clearly. He read the book just for the sake of fun, so he read most of it in a hurry and didn't pay attention to these details at all.
Although the book does not describe much about the original owner, it describes this person's true nature vividly: vicious, opportunistic, and dissolute. Song Luan remembered that the original owner's health gradually deteriorated in about a year, which might be related to the poison given by the male protagonist.
After being bedridden for many years, the male protagonist rose rapidly in the court. After completely controlling the government, he began to settle accounts one by one. Compared with the fate of others, the original owner being burned to death was already very good.
Song Luan heard from the maid that she fainted that day and when she woke up she became the original owner.
She leaned on the soft couch, the long and fragmented sunlight of the midday fell on her cheeks, which were white and translucent. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips were tender and tempting. She was indeed a beauty.
Song Luan has a great figure, with a thin waist, long legs and big breasts. She wears a red corseted skirt, which makes her waist slender and her watery eyes flow like waves, which makes her very attractive.
However, the male protagonist was not moved at all by such a beauty, and finally killed her anyway.
Song Luan thought about it for an entire afternoon but still couldn't come up with a solution. Later, she slowly fell asleep under the warm sunlight. The sunlight fell on her just right, making her feel quite peaceful.
But she had a nightmare. In the dream, there was a man dressed in black, with a cold temperament and eyes as sharp as a knife. There was a faint smile on his overly beautiful face, and the corners of his curved peach eyes were slightly narrowed. The man held a dagger in his hand and approached her step by step in black boots.
His bony fingers pressed on her thin shoulders, pinning her to the wall. The man raised his hand and ruthlessly stabbed the dagger in his hand into her heart. Then he grasped the handle of the knife and turned it around. Song Luan could almost hear the sound of flesh and blood stirring. Her face turned pale with pain and she could not speak.
Then Song Luan woke up...
She woke up and found that it was almost dark. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She covered her chest and actually felt a slight pain. Song Luan remembered that what she had just dreamed about was the scene before the original owner's death described in the book "The Powerful Minister". The one who stabbed him was the male protagonist. Tsk, it was really too tragic.
The original owner tried to please her after he gained power, but when he failed, she became angry and humiliated. She lost her mind in anger and cursed him, saying all kinds of ugly words. However, she should never have cursed him, "You are just a lowly son of a whore, who gained power temporarily, and you dare to look at me!"
That’s right, the protagonist’s mother was of humble origin and died of depression outside the Zhao family before she even entered the house. The protagonist’s origin is his Achilles’ heel, and he will kill anyone who mentions it.
The original owner was stabbed by him and then thrown into the sea of fire.
Song Luan made a decision secretly that she would never mess with the male protagonist and would not say anything she shouldn't. As for seducing other men and cheating on him, she dared not even think about it.
Speaking of which, the reason why the male protagonist used fire in the end was because he thought the original owner was dirty. As the male protagonist in a female-oriented novel, domineering is a basic attribute, and he also needs to have a strong possessiveness and deep cleanliness obsession. His things or women must not be touched by outsiders in the slightest.
The original owner had no idea how many relationships she had with men at that time. He felt her eyes were dirty just by looking at her. She wanted to be burned to ashes and blown away by the wind before she would be clean.
She was just thinking about something when a maid came in and asked, "Madam, do you want to set the table?"
Song Luan's face turned pale and she looked haggard. She was indeed hungry and nodded, "Set the table." After a pause, she suddenly stopped the two maids and asked, "Did the young master say when he would be back?"
She has to be prepared to handle the male lead.
The maid was startled, and then replied, "I don't know." Fearing that she would be angry, she immediately added, "But I heard from the housekeeper that it seems that we can reach the capital tonight."
Song Luan: “…”
My head hurts. It really hurts.
There was no other way. I had to bite the bullet and behave myself in front of Zhao Nanyu tonight. Otherwise your life will be in danger.
"Got it." Song Luan decided to defeat them one by one. The older one was not easy to fool, but the four-year-old Zhao Shi should be easy to coax. She suddenly said, "Go to the front yard and pick up the young master. Bring him over to have dinner together."
"yes."
"Forget it, I'll go there myself."
It's also good to be familiar with the terrain.
The yard where Zhao Nanyu lives is not big, but it is of good taste, especially in terms of artistic conception and layout. After passing through a small path and a round gate, you will reach the front yard.
Four-year-old Zhao Shi was practicing calligraphy in the study. His uncle had left long ago. He stood on a chair, holding the brush in a professional posture and writing decisively. The words he wrote were not beautiful, but neat, with each stroke clear and distinct.
Although his father doted on him, he also had very high expectations for him. He had to practice calligraphy and read every day. Zhao Shi had no friends to play with in the mansion, and his cousins didn't like to play with him.
Even his mother disliked him. As far as he could remember, she would beat or scold him. However, Zhao Shi never resisted. At first, he had expectations of his mother, but gradually, his heart grew cold.
Song Luan gently pushed the door open, and the fragrance of ink filled her nose, making her feel relaxed and happy. She walked over with light steps, "Is Shige still practicing calligraphy?"
Shige'er shook the brush in his hand, and the black ink stained the white paper. His expression was unnatural, "Mother."
Song Luan shamelessly walked up to him, bent down to take a look at his handwriting, and praised sincerely, "Shige'er's handwriting is really good."
He felt uncomfortable all over, and his little hands were clenched tightly in his sleeves. This was the first time his mother praised him, it had never happened before. A strange feeling surged in Shi Ge'er's heart, a hint of sweetness and sourness.
Song Luan stared at him without blinking, with a gentle look. After all, he was just a child. After being stared at for a while, his face gradually turned red. He asked, "Why is my mother here?"
The more Song Luan looked at Shi Ge'er, the more she liked him. He was so white and tender, so cute. Even though the corners of his mouth were curled up because he was unhappy, he was still very cute. She reached out and hugged him in her arms, "It's time to eat. I'll take you there."
Shi Ge'er's whole body was stiff and he didn't know where to put his hands. He didn't dare to grab her clothes, let alone hug her. He only felt his mother's body was fragrant and soft.
It turned out that being held in his mother's arms was so comfortable, but he still couldn't forget what his uncle said to him in the afternoon. His uncle said that his mother was thinking about bad things again.
Shi Ge'er twisted his body and moved, "Mother, I can walk by myself."
Song Luan was so reluctant to let go of this little boy that she smiled and patted his head affectionately, "Don't move around. Hold on to your mother's neck. Children should be obedient."
Shi Ge'er was forced to bury his face in her chest, his five little fingers opened and closed, closed and opened again, but finally he couldn't resist the expectation in his heart and carefully grabbed her collar.
Although his expression was still cold, his little ears were tinged with a light pink color.
Song Luan carried the child back to Huaishuiju. Fearing that the child would be cold, she specially found a cloak for him to cover himself with. The collar was covered with soft and warm fox fur. Most of the child's face was tucked inside, leaving only a pair of dark eyes that were bright and clear.
Zhao Shi always felt like he was dreaming. His mother treated him too well today. In the past, her eyes were full of disgust when she looked at him, but not today. It was as if her mother really liked him.
Even though he was dreaming, Zhao Shi was very happy.
The mother and son sat at the same table to eat. Song Luan didn't know what he liked to eat, so she didn't rush to pick up food for him. She asked, "What do you like to eat, brother Shi? I'll ask them to cook it for you tomorrow."
Zhao Shi was still very reserved, lowering his head, "You can eat anything."
Song Luan could also see that he was still very defensive, so she didn't force him to give her an answer. She smiled gently and said, "Okay."
She originally wanted to say that she would cook for him herself tomorrow, but it was only the second day since she arrived here, and she didn't dare to change her character too much. If someone noticed that something was wrong, it would be difficult to deal with.
At night, after Song Luan finished washing up, she wore a white middle-length dress, with her long black hair casually draped over her back and her face bare. She looked less gaudy and more delicate.
Zhao Shi in the cubicle had fallen asleep. The child curled up and slept obediently in the corner of the bed. Song Luan covered him with a quilt and walked out of the cubicle lightly.
At this time, she was also exhausted physically and mentally. Just when she turned off the lights and went to bed, the maid outside the room hurriedly came in and said, "Madam, the young master is back and is coming this way."
Song Luan's sleepiness was scared away and he woke up completely.
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Song Luan: I am the most miserable one.
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