Song Luan felt that Zhao Wenyan's ferocious look was better than him saying nothing. In her eyes, Zhao Wenyan was still a child. He was young and inevitably spoiled. If he suffered a blow, he should vent it out. Keeping it in his heart would only make him more and more uncomfortable.
The wind in early summer was unusually gentle. Cool breezes brushed across her cheeks, and the fine hair on her forehead danced in the wind. Her clothes fluttered in the wind. At dusk, golden light poured down. She stayed by the pond, enjoying the wind for a while, and then went back to her room.
The candles in the room were brightly lit, and maids were coming in and out serving food. Zhao Nanyu had returned from the Dali Temple. He took off his court robes and changed into a set of light blue casual clothes. After taking a bath, his face looked more delicate, with clean eyebrows and eyes, fair skin, and a temperament as beautiful as orchid. He was as pure as ice and jade, like a fairy who could not be defiled.
Song Luan discovered that the jade pendant hanging around his waist had never been changed. It was still the same piece of jade that was a bit old and not very eye-catching.
She remembered that this should be the relic left to him by Zhao Nanyu's mother. His mother died of a serious illness. An abandoned prostitute with a child of a few years old, she wandered around in poverty and finally died of illness because she could not afford medicine.
His mother sold everything she could and only left him this worthless jade pendant.
In this way, Zhao Nanyu's childhood was also very miserable and pitiful, and it is no wonder that his personality became distorted and morbid when he grew up.
Song Luan silently withdrew his gaze and sat down opposite him.
There was a faint fragrance on Zhao Nanyu's body, lingering around her nose. The smell was pleasant, but she felt uncomfortable when she smelled it. Her chest was stuffy and her throat was sore. She coughed twice and drank a large glass of water before she felt much better.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"fine."
Song Luan remembered that she still had something to say to him. Blood relationship was truly amazing. Even though she had no memory of being pregnant for ten months and giving birth to a child, she instinctively treated Shi Ge'er as her own son. She opened her mouth, but suddenly stopped talking.
Because she hadn't figured out how to call him, calling him by his full name seemed too rude, and calling him "Ayu" like everyone else seemed greasy to her.
"Well, there's something I need to tell you."
"you say."
"I think you are too strict with Shige'er. He is only four years old and can't learn anything too difficult. There is an idiom you should know, 'pulling up the seedlings to help them grow'. This is not good."
Zhao Nanyu laughed angrily, "Strict? What did I do to him?"
Song Luan tried to reason with him, "The ancient poems and essays you asked him to learn are totally beyond the understanding of a four-year-old child, and you punished him when he couldn't learn them. Don't you feel bad?"
Things change over time. Before this, Zhao Nanyu would never have thought that one day Song Luan would question him for not caring enough about his child. Although he was angry, he said, "A loving mother often spoils her child. You don't want him to be a good-for-nothing in the future, do you?"
"Being strict isn't a bad thing, but you're rushing it."
"Then what do you think I should do?" Zhao Nanyu asked for her opinion seriously.
Song Luan thought about it and replied, "Combine work and rest. Let him play when he needs to play. Don't punish him for every little thing in the future. Got it?"
Zhao Nanyu suppressed his laughter and said, "Okay."
Song Luan was also nervous, her palms were sweating, but luckily Zhao Nanyu was not so unreasonable and would listen to reasonable suggestions. She thought that when their relationship was better in the future, it would not be as difficult for her to divorce him by presenting facts and reasoning.
She couldn't help but say two words: That's great!
Song Luan felt refreshed. After she felt better, she ate an extra bowl of rice. Maybe it was because she ate too much. The uncomfortable feeling from before came up again. The moment she stood up, she felt dizzy, chest tightness and shortness of breath. Her vision went dark and she almost fell down. Fortunately, Zhao Nanyu was quick to put his hand on her waist. His face darkened and his black and white eyes stared at her. He was about to speak. Song Luan waved his hand, took a step ahead of him, and laughed dryly twice, "I just stood up too fast and didn't stand steadily."
After she stood firm, she silently pushed his hand away. Song Luan didn't know what happened to her just now. The uncomfortable feeling only lasted for a moment and disappeared in the blink of an eye, so she didn't take it to heart.
This body was weak to begin with, so it wasn't surprising that she fainted today.
Zhao Nanyu pinched her wrist and pulled her to his side. His eyes were deep and bottomless. He looked her over carefully. He didn't see anything wrong, so he let her go. "If you feel uncomfortable, you should say it out. Don't endure it."
Song Luan thought, even if I have a minor illness or disaster, I dare not let you know, but you are the one who wants to poison me! If she bribed the doctor to do something dirty, she would have no place to cry.
"I'm not someone who can tolerate that." Her answer sounded so natural.
Zhao Nanyu hummed softly, "That's good."
What's good? Song Luan didn't understand.
That night, she thought Zhao Nanyu would tell her that she was about to leave Beijing, but he didn't. Song Luan lay straight in bed all night but still waited for nothing.
She did not interfere with the main plot of the book, so logically the plot line must have not changed. The only thing left might be that Zhao Nanyu did not intend to tell her.
Okay, then don't tell me.
Anyway, he was about to leave, so he had to leave quickly, quickly, and smoothly to meet his lovely, kind, and simple heroine, and then let her go.
The next day, Zhao Nanyu took a break at home.
Those people in the mansion who didn't believe that their relationship had improved gradually changed their minds. A few months was enough time for them to see clearly whether Song Luan had truly changed or not.
Zhao Nanyu was not in her room most of the day. She was either in the Dali Temple or in her own study.
After Mrs. Zhao San finished taking care of Zhao Wenyan's affairs, her complexion improved a lot. He reminded her again and again about having a baby.
There were people guarding outside the house every night, so Mrs. Zhao San knew whether Song Luan and Zhao Nanyu had consummated their marriage or not.
She didn't think it was Zhao Nanyu's problem. It must be that Song Luan didn't want him to touch her, which was why the two of them were so cold in the room.
When the family dinner ended this month, Mrs. Zhao San secretly pulled Song Luan over to talk, "Aluan, you should be more considerate of Ayu. He is young and full of vigor, and he really can't hold it in. And if you keep giving him the cold shoulder, it will chill his heart."
What Madam Zhao San didn't say was that when A Yu can no longer hold back and finds a concubine, you must not make a fuss then.
Song Luan felt really wronged. What could she do if Zhao Nanyu didn't touch her? Should I take off all my clothes, rush up to him and force him to have sex with me?
"Mother, I know what's going on."
"well."
Mrs. Zhao San obviously didn't believe her.
Song Luan felt that the way they were now was fine. She didn't want to have sex with Zhao Nanyu. Men were two different people in bed and out of bed. Who knew if she could stand the way Zhao Nanyu looked in bed.
The male protagonists in romance novels usually have very good sexual abilities. She doesn't want to be in a bed that kills people at any time, where you can't open your legs or walk.
Within two days, Song Luan had forgotten what Madam Zhao San said. Plus, Zhao Nanyu was going to leave Beijing in a few days, so she became more ambitious and bolder.
Song Luan found a nice day, dressed up beautifully and went out. She foolishly thought that no one was following her, and she was free and easy all the way.
Song Heqing never thought that he would run into his most disobedient sister in a restaurant. Song Heqing and Song Luan were not born of the same mother, but he treated his half-sisters very well.
The only person who made him worry was Song Luan.
He looked at his sister who was not in a proper state in the hall, and felt a dull pain in his head. He rubbed his eyebrows and ordered his confidant, "Go down quickly and invite the third lady up."
"yes."
Song Luan was brought to Song Heqing with a confused look on his face. When he saw the person in front of him, he foolishly called him "Brother". They had met before on the day of the return visit, so Song Luan recognized him.
Song Heqing sighed, "You...I...I don't know what to say to you. You've been quiet for just a few months and now your true colors are revealed. Tell me the truth, did you go out to look for a man again today?"
Song Luan shook her head vigorously. "No, I just came here to stroll around and buy some rouge, powder, silk and satin."
Song Heqing was half-believing and half-doubting. Ever since his sister got married, he had met her outside ten times, and she was accompanied by strange men ten times!
"Really?" He waved his hands impatiently. "Let's not talk about today's matter for now. I heard that the prostitute you kept made trouble at the Zhao Mansion a few days ago! Tell me what you did?! Zhao Nanyu is not ugly, why do you look down on him?! I don't ask you to be devoted to him, but you must give him the face he deserves."
There are people in the capital who keep extramarital affairs, but none of them is as open about it as she is! Let everyone know.
Song Luan was scolded by her brother. She felt inexplicably wronged. She threw herself on the table and said, "He was the one who refused to touch me. You are my brother, why are you blaming me? I am still angry!"
Zhao Nanyu was not around so she could say whatever she wanted.
Song Heqing blushed and then turned pale, lowered his voice, gritted his teeth, and said, "I don't believe you can't think of a way for him to touch you!"
His sister should be very good at making Hehuan Powder or something like that.
Song Luan widened his eyes. Wow, this whole Song family is really powerful. Is her brother hinting that she should use medicine on Zhao Nanyu?
Song Heqing waved to the attendant behind him and whispered a few words in his ear. The attendant quickly left the private room and soon came back with a small package in his hand. Song Heqing was embarrassed and stuffed the medicine in his hand to her with disdain, "Take it, this thing is very useful. If it still doesn't work, you can find a wild man and I won't stop you. Remember to be low-key and don't show off."
Song Luan was stunned the whole time. She finally understood why the original owner acted that way. It was all because of her family's spoiling.
The medicine in her hand was like a hot potato, asking her to give the medicine to Zhao Nanyu? Is her brother crazy or is she stupid?
Cowardly, I dare not.
She was afraid that Zhao Nanyu would eat her alive.
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