The mountain path is shaded by trees. The carriage was traveling on a bumpy road. The mountain road was different from the official road, and there were almost no people along the way. The sound of the wheels rolling was accompanied by the rustling of the wind, and the leaves swayed in the wind.
The carriage suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. The driver suddenly screamed and yanked the rope hard. He stared with wide eyes at the murderous man in black in front of the carriage, stammering and unable to speak clearly, "Master...Master...Master, in front..."
With a cry of "Ah", before the driver could finish his words, a cold light flashed and the sharp blade had already cut his throat.
The men in black sneered, and then they approached the people in the carriage with swords in hand.
Zhao Nanyu was neither anxious nor flustered. He dodged the oncoming sword tip. He didn't know when a long sword appeared in his hand. He looked at the men in black and smiled, as if he was not worried at all that he would not be able to escape from the predicament.
Zhao Nanyu was surrounded by men in black, with all of their knives pointed directly at him. These people had sworn to take his life.
They are trained warriors, and it's either success or death.
Swords are drawn and crossbows are drawn, and the momentum is awe-inspiring.
Zhao Nanyu had known for a long time that the journey to Quzhou would not be smooth. No one in the Dali Temple was willing to take over the mess of the murder of the Quzhou prefect, so after a lot of excuses, the responsibility fell on him, and the aging emperor seemed to be willing to hand the matter over to him.
Quzhou is a remote and remote place with high mountains and deep waters. It is normal for officials to protect each other. The newly appointed prefect was upright and honest. Within less than three months after taking office, he had already liquidated a group of local merchants and minor officials. Cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. This is how he suffered the disaster of being killed.
It is not impossible to deal with the collusion between officials and businessmen, but the problem is that it is done too hastily and no room is left for others to ease the pressure.
Zhao Nanyu, who was going to investigate the case, would definitely not be liked by those people. If he really found out something, the officialdom in Quzhou would change again.
Therefore, the person behind the scenes must not want him to reach Quzhou alive.
After the flash of swords and sabers, Zhao Nanyu's white clothes were splattered with bright red blood. He was like a Shura from hell, killing whoever he saw. The ground was littered with corpses, and his body was stabbed with many wounds. He could only stand firmly by supporting himself with the sword. Fortunately, he was not injured in the vital parts.
With a "bang", Zhao Nanyu's knees hit the gravel road directly. He frowned in pain. He gasped, enduring the severe pain from the wound, and did not say a word.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound in the bushes. Zhao Nanyu clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, thinking that it was someone who had escaped the net among the group of men in black. He was ready to draw his sword and kill.
A round-faced girl in pink clothes suddenly rushed out, holding a medicine basket in her hand. The girl's appearance was not outstanding, she could only be described as a pretty girl from a small family. She knelt in front of Zhao Nanyu with a pale face, frowned, looked at the wound on his body, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Zhao Nanyu still held the hilt tightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "It's okay."
The girl stared blankly at the man in front of her. She had never seen such a handsome man since she was born. Although there was still blood on his face, it did not hinder his outstanding appearance.
The girl swallowed, bit her lower lip, and said, "You are injured. I have medicine here. I can help you."
Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes, then raised them again, staring at her coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes. He spit out one word fiercely, "Get lost."
The girl was not discouraged, nor did she give up. Even though her eyes were red, she still pretended to be strong and said, "I'm not a bad person. I just want to save you. You will die if you keep bleeding like this."
Zhao Nanyu felt that she was deliberately pinching her throat to pretend to be wronged, which made him sick. He actually laughed in a low voice, and his smile was creepy, "Get out, or I will stab you to death with a sword."
The girl was so frightened by his words that her face turned pale. She did not doubt the truth of his words at all. She bit her lower lip aggrievedly and looked at him with pity. Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, she stood up quickly and ran away without even having time to take the medicine basket.
Song Luan, who was far away in the capital, naturally didn't know all this. She thought that the hero and heroine had fallen in love at first sight! I never thought that the heroine would become cannon fodder so easily.
She was busy cooking, and only after she had made Shi Ge'er's favorite dishes did she have some free time to daydream. Song Luan felt that some things had changed since she fainted that time. Just like the moment she saw Huai Jin today, many plots that she had never read in books all came into her mind, causing her head to ache a little.
The more he thought about it, the more painful it became, so Song Luan simply stopped thinking about it.
The sky in the distance gradually darkened. As the sun set in the evening, the weather suddenly became colder. Song Luan went back to the house and put on more clothes. Then he went to the inner room to wake up Shi Ge'er. After entering, he found that the child was already awake. Although he was still sleepy, he had the innocence of a four-year-old child. Regardless of Shi Ge'er's refusal, Song Luan put on his clothes one by one for him, patted his head, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
Shi Geer nodded honestly, "Okay."
He seldom slept so soundly during his nap, and it seemed that he always slept particularly soundly in his mother's room.
Song Luan found that he really liked this child more and more, and his patience became better in front of him. "I'll take you to wash your face, and then we can have dinner together, okay?"
She always likes to use an inquiring tone when speaking to her child, wanting to fully respect him.
No matter what she asked, Shige'er's answer was always "good". Never refute and never refuse.
His father seldom asked for his opinion and always told him after he had made a decision.
In the past, Shi Ge'er felt that he liked his father much more than his mother, but now he likes both of them very much. It would be great if it could stay like this for the rest of his life.
He obediently let Song Luan hold his hand, and asked what was in his heart without paying attention, "Mother, will I have brothers and sisters in the future?"
Shi Ge'er is not afraid of being alone, but he is a child after all, and sometimes he envies the scenes of other cousins playing together. He also wants obedient younger brothers and sisters so that they can play together. When he grows up, he will work hard to protect them.
Song Luan didn't know how to answer him. She thought wistfully, how nice it would be if the male protagonist and the original owner were a loving couple. But unfortunately, neither the husband nor the wife were normal people. The male protagonist was cruel and heartless, and the original owner was both cruel and a scumbag.
She was looked at by Shige'er's soft eyes, and her already soft heart melted into a puddle of water, "It will happen."
Bullshit. Probably not.
At the end of "The Powerful Minister", there is no sign that Zhao Nanyu has had children with other women. Even the heroine does not have this honor. With Song Luan's years of experience in reading novels with domineering male protagonists, she reasonably guessed that Zhao Nanyu was reluctant to let the heroine go through the gates of hell and suffer pain, so he was reluctant to have other children.
Shi Geer smiled with his eyes curved and said seriously: "I will be a good brother."
Song Luan was amused by him, "That brother Shi is really amazing."
The child's face turned red because of her teasing, and his ears also turned red and hot.
Song Luan made him blush and laughed herself. She thought that if she really had the chance to stay away from the male protagonist in the future, she would definitely be reluctant to part with Shi Ge'er, a child who was sensible, obedient and lovable.
During dinner, Song Luan wanted to stuff all the delicious food on the table into Shi Ge'er's stomach and feed him until he was full. She didn't know how the original owner could bear to watch her child break his leg and do nothing about it.
My stepmother isn't that cruel.
Thinking of this, Song Luan felt even more fond of Shi Ge'er. After feeding him, he played games with him. When it was almost time, he asked someone to fetch water so that he could bathe him himself.
Shi Ge'er's little hands tightly grasped his buttons, refusing to let her take off his clothes. His face turned red and he insisted on taking a bath himself.
Song Luan couldn't persuade him, so she let him go. However, she was still worried, so she kept guarding outside, calling his name from time to time, fearing that he would choke on the water and become silent.
Zhao Nanyu was not at home, and no one could control Song Luan. She could do whatever she wanted. At night, she asked the people in the front yard to bring Shi Ge'er's pajamas and bedding to him, and let him sleep in her room for one night.
While making the bed, Song Luan caught a glimpse of the jade pendant that she had placed beside the pillow. She picked it up carefully and thought that this was Zhao Nanyu's treasure after all, and it was the only relic left by his mother. It should be locked in the cabinet to avoid any mistakes.
During the time when Zhao Nanyu was away, Song Luan lived a very happy life. He ate two more bowls of rice every day and lived a very comfortable life.
Mrs. Zhao San seemed to know that they were finally sleeping together again, and she was very relieved. She was afraid that she would be lonely, so she called her over to talk and persuade her for several days in a row.
Over time, Song Luan ran into Zhao Wenyan several times. The uncle and sister-in-law did not greet each other when they met, pretending to be worse than strangers.
At this time, Zhao Wenyan no longer hated his sister-in-law so much. After hearing that she had stayed at home quietly for a while, not going out to cause trouble or bringing shame to his second brother, he gradually became willing to treat her well.
But Song Luan didn't see him at all. She treated Zhao Wenyan as an ignorant younger brother. After he got over the blow of failing the exam, she had no plan to have any contact with him.
Seeing that she ignored him, Zhao Wenyan became strangely sulky, thinking that women are fickle.
Halfway through the meal, he threw down his chopsticks and left his mother's yard angrily. Mrs. Zhao San had a headache, thinking that her son was really spoiled by her. He was so old but still had a childish temper.
Another half a month passed before Zhao Nanyu returned from Quzhou.
He returned later than expected, and Song Luan heard that something happened on the way that delayed him.
She anxiously guessed that maybe the heroine had appeared and the two of them were wasting time on the road.
However, when Zhao Nanyu's carriage stopped at the door of his house and the curtain was opened, he was the only one who got out.
Song Luan was confused. Hey, where is the heroine? ? ?
She poked her head around, looked left and right, and scanned for a long time but didn't see any woman!
Why is the heroine gone? !
Zhao Nanyu's face was pale with sickness, and he coughed several times. He looked at her with amusement and asked, "What are you looking for?"
Song Luan shook her head, "No."
Zhao Nanyu waved to her, "Come here, give me a hand."
She ran over and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"
Zhao Nanyu coughed several times again, his pale face gradually turned red, and he looked weak. He hummed softly.
Song Luan was confused, the plot didn't change! But what about the heroine?
Zhao Nanyu held her wrist tightly, his eyes swept over her, and asked in a light tone, pretending to be casual, "Why don't you wear the jade pendant I gave you?"
Song Luan was dumbfounded. That was the most precious jade pendant of the decisive and ruthless male protagonist, and it was actually given to her? She didn't quite believe it.
"That jade pendant is too precious, you should keep it for yourself." She said weakly.
Zhao Nanyu stopped, squeezed her hand, and discussed with her with a smile, "Take a red string and string it up and hang it around your neck later, okay?"
It was clearly a gentle tone, but her scalp tingled when she heard it.
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