Song Luan had a long dream. In the dream, she was a spectator who was not involved in anything. She saw many people and remembered many things.
In the dream, there was a woman who often wore charming and bright red clothes. Her face was extremely beautiful, her personality was domineering, and her words were sharp and mean. All the plots written in the book came true. She caused Shi Ge'er to break his leg, and caused the taciturn child to rely on crutches to walk from then on. In the dream, she and Zhao Nanyu were almost worse than strangers. She always said unpleasant words in front of him, either mocking or insulting him.
Zhao Nanyu was as cold as a stone, the hostility between his brows was a thousand times stronger than it is now, his eyes were dark, and there was a violent murderous intent hidden deep in his eyes.
As the days passed, her situation became more and more miserable. First, the Song family fell and then she fell ill. She didn't know when she couldn't even get out of bed. The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and even opening the window couldn't dispel the unpleasant smell. She lay on the bed, skinny, her face was pale, there was no blood on her lips, and she was barely breathing, as if she would die in the next second.
Her internal organs felt like they were being pinched in someone's palm and stirred with a knife. Even breathing became torture. She wished she could die immediately. The medicine she took didn't help, and she fell asleep in pain every day and woke up from the pain again.
It took her three years to finally be free from this kind of life.
Song Luan looked at the woman lying on the bed with sad eyes and a dead heart, and she began to cry for no reason. She felt sad even in her dreams.
The woman's desolate gaze seemed to be looking towards her, and a rare smile appeared on her beautiful pale face.
Song Luan thought the woman saw her.
Suddenly, a man in dark blue clothes walked in slowly. The sound of his boots hitting the ground was very pleasant, and each time it sounded like the bell of death.
The pitifully thin woman on the bed forced a smile with difficulty, "You're here."
The man looked down at her from above for a long time, then sighed in a sympathetic tone: "Tsk, how pitiful."
The woman was in agony even to speak a word. The pain in her chest never stopped. She seemed to be living in an endless hell of pain. She opened her mouth and said weakly, "Just kill me."
Zhao Nanyu looked at her calmly, smiling and asking, "Does it hurt a lot?"
It hurts. How can it not hurt?
Every day, my limbs, bones, and internal organs felt as if they were being stabbed with a knife. The pain spread from the soles of my feet to the back of my head, and there was no place on my body that didn't hurt. She has endured such painful days for three years.
"Zhao Nanyu, you are a lowly bastard, a bastard whose mother is a prostitute. Torturing me cannot change the fact that you are a bastard." After she said this, she began to breathe heavily to relieve the pain in her chest.
The man smiled instead of getting angry. As she wished, he had an exquisitely crafted dagger in his hand. He lifted her up and pointed the sharp tip of the knife straight at her heart. With a fierce look in his eyes, Zhao Nanyu stabbed the dagger into her heart without hesitation, "Go to hell."
Song Luan was frightened awake. She kept her eyes open for a long time without coming to her senses. The dream just now was too real. She even suspected that the scene was what the original owner experienced when she died.
Song Luan stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, the back of her head felt numb and her mind was blank. She took two deep breaths before gradually recovering from the fear of the dream. She sat up slowly, leaning against the pillow and then she remembered that she had suddenly fainted just now.
Her hand unconsciously touched her chest. She didn't feel any pain at the moment, not even the slightest discomfort. However, Song Luan still couldn't forget the sudden pain in her heart before she fainted, as if someone had poked her with a needle in the softest part of her heart.
Song Luan's face was quite solemn. She knew that the hero in the original book had given the original owner a chronic poison. She was lucky enough to think that Zhao Nanyu had not taken action at this time. It seemed that the bastard had poisoned the original owner earlier than she thought.
Thinking of this, Song Luan's blood boiled and she wanted to curse. She endured it and acted so cowardly in front of the male protagonist, wasn't it just to save her life? ! She was so angry that her eyes turned red.
There was no one in the room, and Song Luan had no place to vent her anger on Zhao Nanyu.
She forced herself to calm down and made up her mind. She decided to go out and see a doctor tomorrow. This body should not be beyond saving.
On second thought, if Zhao Nanyu had poisoned someone, he should have the antidote. If that doesn't work, can't I just beg him to coax him and get the antidote?
Zhao Chao was bewildered when Zhao Nanyu dragged him over. He didn't know what had happened until he saw the unconscious woman lying on the bed. Then he realized, "What happened to my second sister-in-law?"
Zhao Nanyu said in a hoarse voice: "Take a look at her."
It was the first time that Zhao Chao saw his second brother being so nervous around a woman, and this person was Song Luan, whom he had always disliked. His heart sank, "Second brother...you wouldn't..."
Zhao Nanyu interrupted him harshly, staring at him with his dark eyes, full of anger, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."
Zhao Chao did not dare to delay any longer, and sat down to feel Song Luan's pulse. His brows were slightly furrowed. Song Luan's pulse was normal, and he said, "She is fine."
Zhao Nanyu's face was dark, and he almost refused to take his eyes off her. He didn't believe Zhao Chao's suspicion, and said coldly: "She just fainted suddenly, she couldn't stand up straight, and couldn't speak. Now you tell me that she is fine? Huh?"
He had to admit that the moment Song Luan suddenly fell in front of him, he felt more nervous than ever before, and even a little scared.
Two years ago, Song Luan had people put medicine in the porridge he drank every morning. He guessed that the medicine had taken effect, but he had people stop taking it a few months ago.
Zhao Chao looked innocent. "Second brother, I know what you are suspicious about, but there is really no problem with her pulse. Tell me again, what did she look like when she fainted?"
"Cover your heart."
"Maybe it's palpitations."
Zhao Chao was also helpless. His medical skills were really good. He studied under a famous teacher and was very talented. He had saved countless lives. There was no reason why Song Luan couldn't diagnose the disease. Besides, the poison for his second brother came from him, so the pain in his heart and the symptoms of poison didn't match.
"Do you have the antidote?" Zhao Nanyu suddenly asked him.
Zhao Chao spread his hands, "That's the medicine my master prescribed. I'll ask him when he returns to Beijing." He also noticed that his second brother treated Song Luan differently. After thinking for a while, he said a few words of comfort, "Second brother, you don't have to worry too much. That medicine is very strange. It won't work without taking it for three to five years."
After seeing Zhao Chao off, Zhao Nanyu stood in the corridor with his hands behind his back for a long time. He looked up, gazed into the distance with a calm look, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The cold wind blew his clothes, and his fingers were chilled by the wind. Hearing some noise coming from inside the house, he turned around and went inside.
Song Luan sat barefoot on the bed, with a silly expression on her face. Her pale face turned slightly red. He walked over, squatted down patiently and put on her shoes for her. Then he raised his face, his eyes were gentle as water, and he looked at her quietly and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
Song Luan shook her head, "No."
Really not, everything is fine inside and out, there is nothing wrong with it.
Zhao Nanyu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." Then he asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Song Luan's stomach was indeed empty. She was also hungry after hearing that. She opened her big eyes and looked at him brightly, "I want to drink porridge."
She simply thought that eating lighter food was better for the body.
Zhao Nanyu paused his fingers in the air, lowered his eyes, his expression was hard to read, and after a moment of silence he said, "I asked the kitchen to make you some chicken soup, let's eat."
"That's fine." As long as it's light and nourishing, she can accept it. Zhao Nanyu stood up and prepared to go outside to bring in the chicken soup. Song Luan reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Luan tried to stay calm and asked casually, "What happened to me just now? Is there a doctor to see me?"
Zhao Nanyu touched her face, reluctant to let it go, "I checked it, and it said there's nothing serious."
Song Luan almost couldn't hold back her facial expression and wanted to reach out and scratch his face. She didn't believe it!
"Really? There's nothing wrong with me?" she asked through gritting her teeth.
"Well, relax."
Song Luan secretly complained that if you can still be at ease after being poisoned, I will take your surname. It's easy for you to talk without any pain.
She wanted to break up with Zhao Nanyu, but the plot in the dream still made her feel scared. She didn't want to experience the feeling of being in pain all the time, unable to sleep or die.
Song Luan got out of bed and drank a big bowl of chicken soup in front of Zhao Nanyu. She could eat, drink, jump and dance, and she didn't feel any discomfort.
Song Luan couldn't help but wonder if she really had misunderstood Zhao Nanyu. Wasn't this the result of the poison? Just a simple fainting?
Song Luan was still worried. She put down her chopsticks, looked at Zhao Nanyu with wet eyes, and called him sweetly, "Ayu."
Zhao Nanyu's body suddenly stiffened, his breathing became heavier, his fingers trembled, and his eyes dimmed.
So sweet.
I want to hear her continue to call him "Ayu" in a sweet voice.
Song Luan raised a sweet smile, and she continued to say to him: "I have thought it through. Let's go to Quzhou together. I want to accompany you well and don't want to leave you."
Ugh, she was about to vomit.
Song Luan has also learned her lesson. She has been building a good relationship with Zhao Nanyu for the past half month. It won't be a bad thing if he likes her a little more. It would be best if she can charm him completely, so that he will definitely not want to kill her.
Zhao Nanyu pulled her into his arms and touched the corner of her mouth with his soft lips, "No."
Zhao Nanyu changed his mind and couldn't let her go with him. He pinched her waist tightly and couldn't help biting the corner of her mouth, "You should stay at home and take care of yourself."
Song Luan really wanted to slap this man who was kissing and biting her body away. This bastard took advantage of her and refused to let her get what she wanted.
Based on Song Luan's understanding of him, this man is a man of his word, and she can't expect to develop a bond of friendship with him on the way to Quzhou.
Song Luan thought of the packet of Hehuan Powder given by her brother, and she was completely desperate, planning to drug him tomorrow night.
If you can't get his heart, you must get his body first.
Make him reluctant to kill himself.
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