Song Luan's legs were shaking, thinking to herself that it was not good. Zhao Nanyu came back earlier than she thought. Seeing that she was still not moving, Zhao Nanyu curled his eyes and whispered softly, "Jump down, I'll catch you, don't be afraid."
His delicate eyebrows seemed to be smiling. Zhao Nanyu did not look angry at all, and he did not blame her in any way. But Song Luan's heart trembled when she listened to his words. Her feet trembled and she could not stand steadily. She fell from the high wall without paying attention.
Zhao Nanyu did not lie to her. He caught her steadily and held her in his arms as if he had no intention of putting her down. He walked into the house and said, "It's a good thing I'm here. If I wasn't here, wouldn't you have fallen to the ground?" He laughed softly, and his muffled chuckle sounded very nice.
Song Luan lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him or answer him. She still felt guilty this time. After all, she was the one who cheated first, and she couldn't act righteously in front of him.
At dusk, the sky in the distance was dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun.
After entering the house, Song Luan rolled off him swiftly, and Zhao Nanyu looked at her quietly with a smile on his face.
Song Luan's clothes were already dirty, and the hem of her pink skirt was stained with mud from the corner of the wall. She looked really miserable with her dusty face.
She lowered her head and stared at her toes. She was waiting for Zhao Nanyu to settle the score with her. This man was very stingy and would not let her off so easily. After waiting for a long time, Song Luan still did not see any movement from the man in front of her.
Zhao Nanyu was calm and touched her face, "I asked someone to get you some water to bathe. You've become a dirty little cat."
The more he did this, the more Song Luan couldn't stand it and her head started to throb with pain.
She gritted her teeth, took clean clothes and went behind the screen to take a bath. She took off her clothes and sat in the bathtub. Flower petals floated on the water, emitting a faint fragrance and the steam was rising. Song Luan's body gradually relaxed.
Song Luan lay in the bathtub for a long time. It was not because she took a long time to bathe, but she just didn't want to go out and face Zhao Nanyu. She would rather Zhao Nanyu said with a sullen face that she didn't keep her promise than to see him smiling.
It's really scary.
Another half incense stick passed, so long that the water was almost cold, before Song Luan reluctantly climbed out of the tub, put on his clothes, and walked out slowly.
Zhao Nanyu walked up to her and wiped her hair himself. He said, "If you really want to go out, why do you have to climb over the wall? Climbing the wall is not a big deal, but if you break your leg, it will be a big loss."
For some reason, Song Luan felt relieved. After being worried for a long time, Zhao Nanyu finally started talking about her wall-climbing.
Perhaps it was because of her petty mind, Song Luan felt that Zhao Nanyu's last sentence was meant to scare her, implying that if she tried to climb over the wall again, she would break her legs.
She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but Zhao Nanyu didn't give her the chance and continued, "It's also my fault. I shouldn't have let you indulge me last night."
Song Luan didn't dare to ask him to admit his mistake, so she whispered, "I was wrong this time, it has nothing to do with you, I don't keep my word."
Zhao Nanyu smelled the light fragrance on her body and smiled, "Okay, let's not talk about this. Next time, don't do such reckless things. What I'm most afraid of is that you get hurt."
The corners of his lips were smiling deeply, and Song Luan felt uneasy when he looked at her. Then he said, "You love beauty so much, you don't want to leave scars on your body."
Song Luan's throat tightened, and she uttered a word with difficulty, "Hmm."
After so many lessons, Song Luan was not so naive as to think that Zhao Nanyu would let her go. And since he was guarding the corner, he probably knew that Huai Jin had been squatting at that wall. It was very strange that this dead man didn't say a word.
When Song Luan went out, she was still sighing about her good luck. It had not even been a day and she had already failed. No matter how you looked at it, her behavior today looked like she was climbing over the wall to meet a strange man.
Late at night, Song Luan climbed onto the bed tremblingly. Zhao Nanyu was wearing a white middle-length shirt, and his long black hair like silk was scattered casually. The candlelight shone on his face as white as jade. He held a book in his left hand, and when he saw Song Luan coming, he silently put the book away.
Song Luan was frightened by his burning gaze and had a premonition that tonight would be difficult!
Maybe Zhao Nanyu is waiting for her here! This man really loves torturing her in bed.
It wasn't torture. Apart from being tired, she also felt comfortable.
Song Luan was thrown onto the bed by his great force, her whole body sunk into the quilt. Zhao Nanyu's slender fingers slowly stroked her cheek and landed on her collar.
He chuckled and said nothing. He lowered his head and bit her lips hard. This time he really bit her and she gasped in pain.
Zhao Nanyu's actions were never gentle. She was sweating profusely, but he still refused to let her go. He whispered in her ear, "Is Huaijin pretty?"
Song Luan answered in his heart, beautiful.
But she didn't dare say it.
But she didn't open her mouth. Zhao Nanyu had plenty of ways to make her speak. Song Luan felt that her waist was no longer her own.
"Is it beautiful?"
"No... not beautiful." Song Luan said this almost crying.
Zhao Nanyu kissed her chin, nodded with satisfaction, and turned to ask the next question, "So who is more handsome, him or me?"
"You...you...it's you." she sobbed.
Zhao Nanyu smiled, "He is really crazy about you. He has been waiting for you for more than half a month and has not given up."
Song Luan shrank back and sniffed. She said, "Don't get me wrong. He and I are just friends."
She only regarded Huai Jin as her younger brother, and she didn't dare to have any involvement with him before she left Zhao Nanyu.
She also hoped that this time Huai Jin would not incur Zhao Nanyu's hatred because of her and be beaten up by him again.
Zhao Nanyu knew what she was thinking after taking one look at her. He tidied her sweaty hair and said, "Don't worry, I won't touch him."
Zhao Nanyu is a man of deep scheming, and he also understands that Huai Jin probably still has some place in Song Luan's heart. He will not do anything to him and will give Huai Jin an opportunity to gain sympathy for nothing.
He will deal with these mistresses slowly, one by one. There is still a long time to go, so he is really not in a hurry.
Song Luan felt relieved, because she was really afraid of him. Zhao Nanyu had said to her in front of her that if she saw any wild men who had any relationship with her again, she would kill them all.
Song Luan didn't sleep well that night and had several small nightmares in succession. In the dream, Zhao Nanyu was wearing a white robe, and his clean and tidy clothes were splashed with bright red blood. He held a sword in his hand, and blood was dripping from the tip of the sword.
This bloody Zhao Nanyu smiled at her and raised his hand. Song Luan then realized that he was holding her heart in his other empty hand.
Song Luan was so frightened that his face turned pale and he woke up immediately. It was still early and the sky outside the window was pitch black before dawn.
But there was no one around Song Luan. Zhao Nanyu had been going out early for the past few days. The situation in the capital was complicated, and he was now busy discussing countermeasures with the Sixth Prince.
The queen's family came with great force and a large number of troops, but they returned to the capital without permission. Everyone knows what the plan is.
The emperor had not attended court for several days and had been resting in the Wenhua Palace without coming out. The empress refused to allow anyone to visit him, citing her illness as the excuse.
If the emperor had not survived this, the world would probably have fallen into the hands of the young Tenth Prince.
Song Luan knew that the emperor would not die in the near future, but in a few months. The emperor should wake up in two days.
However, these things have nothing to do with Song Luan. She has already reminded the Song family once. If she has the chance to meet her brother Song Heqing, she will remind him again. Whether his brother believes what she says depends on fate.
In late summer and early autumn, the temperature fluctuates greatly throughout the day. It is so cold in the mornings and evenings that it makes people shiver, and you need to take off your clothes when the sun is highest in the afternoon.
Song Luan had selected the cloth early and asked Nanny Lin to send it to the clothing store to make new clothes, not only for her, but also for Zhao Nanyu and Shi Ge'er.
Shi Ge'er did not miss any of his schoolwork. The poor four-year-old boy had to study for three hours every day. He was a premature baby and there was no one to take good care of him. Not long after, Shi Ge'er fell ill and had a high fever.
Song Luan's eyes were red with anxiety. She held the child and put him on the bed. She said to Nanny Lin in a hurry, "Go find a doctor!"
She put her hand on Shige'er's forehead to test the temperature. It was okay if it wasn't too hot.
Zhao Chao stood aside and coughed twice, "Second sister-in-law, please give Shige'er to me."
Song Luan subconsciously hugged Shi Ge'er tightly, forgetting that Zhao Chao was a famous doctor, "No need."
She also felt that Zhao Chao put too much pressure on Shi Ge'er and frightened the child into falling sick.
Fortunately, Zhao Chao had a good temper. Although he seemed to hate Song Luan more, Shi Ge'er was his nephew whom he had loved for four years, and he couldn't bear to see him suffering from a high fever.
He said, "Second sister-in-law, don't forget that I am a doctor. I can treat Shi Ge well."
Hearing this, Song Luan gradually let go of Shi Ge'er and held his hand instead. She lowered her head and said, "Then go and see him quickly."
After Zhao Chao felt his pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's just a fever."
"Just?!" Song Luan sneered repeatedly, as if she was going to continue arguing with him.
The child in her arms closed his eyes and whimpered, seeming to be in great pain. Shi Geer stretched out his little fingers and slowly grasped her light sleeve, saying weakly: "Mom, don't worry, I will be fine soon."
He was sick all the time. Premature babies are weak, and Shige'er was a very well-behaved child. He would not tell anyone even if he felt a little uncomfortable, which was even more harmful to his health.
Song Luan hugged him and made up her mind that she must take Shi Ge'er to her side to take care of him.
Seeing that she was still unhappy, Shi Ge'er climbed up and kissed her on the left cheek, "Mom, huhu."
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