Zhao Nanyu took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, and said, "Shige is still a little heavy, let me hold him."
He took the child in his hands, and Shi Geer naturally hugged his neck and called out, "Father."
Zhao Nanyu touched his head and asked, "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah, yeah." Shi Ge'er felt very guilty. If he hadn't been sick, his father and mother wouldn't have worried about him and worked so hard to take care of him.
Shi Ge'er buried his head, his eyes were red, and he cried, "It's all my fault."
Zhao Nanyu held her quietly, the child's tears uncontrollably falling on his shoulders. When Shige'er had cried enough, he said, "Boys shouldn't cry easily."
After hearing what he said, Shige burped and wiped the tears from his cheeks with his sleeves, saying in a nasal voice, "I will never cry again."
My father once said that crying is a sign of weakness. He just couldn't help it today.
Song Luan didn't notice Shi Ge'er was crying at first. The child cried silently. She walked over and looked at him distressedly. Then she took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his face. "It's okay. If you want to cry, just cry. No one will laugh at you."
The couple have completely different ways of educating their children. Zhao Nanyu has very high requirements for her children in all aspects and is very strict. As for Song Luan, she is a typical loving mother. Children should be spoiled. This is true for boys and even more so for girls.
Zhao Nanyu seemed to have nothing to do today, and actually stayed at home to have lunch with them.
Although Song Luan was a good cook, she had only been in the kitchen a few times, and each time it was for Shi Ge'er. No one else had this honor, not even Zhao Nanyu.
Zhao Nanyu did not ask where her cooking skills came from, even though he knew that Song Luan was a delicate lady who had never done housework. Not to mention that no one in the Song family dared to let her cook, and based on her proud personality, she was not the kind of person who would cook for others. She never learned these things after she married into the Zhao family.
Zhao Nanyu was vaguely aware of something, and he knew some of the guesses but just didn't say it out loud.
He was very good at observing others. Song Luan was his legally married wife, and he knew very well what kind of person she was. What's more, Song Luan has changed so much in recent days, and there are many flaws.
But Zhao Nanyu didn't care about all this. As long as Song Luan stayed by his side and was firmly under his sphere of influence, it was enough.
Zhao Nanyu tasted the braised pork she made herself. It was bright in color and had a slight sweetness, but not greasy. It tasted really good.
Song Luan ate two small bowls of rice and her stomach was full. She put down her chopsticks, raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Nanyu, and said to him: "By the way, my mother said that she would take me to Fulu Temple to worship Buddha the day after tomorrow. I guess we may have to stay in the temple for one night."
Zhao Nanyu didn't know about this yet, and the Third Madam hadn't had time to tell him. He smiled and said, "Mother really likes you."
Mrs. Zhao San was a Buddhist and would go to the temple every month to donate money and worship Buddha. She had never brought her daughter-in-law Song Luan with her.
“Maybe I’m popular.”
"Well." Zhao Nanyu thought for a while and said, "You should come back and live here. Fulusi is in Qinshan. It's very cold at night. I'm afraid you can't stand it."
The male supervisor is too strict with her. He is not even allowed to stay in the temple for one night? She felt a little uncomfortable. Song Luan hated being controlled. She realized later that Zhao Nanyu's attitude towards her now was a bit like what was written in the book. He treated the heroine the same way.
She was not allowed to show up in public and everything was arranged in advance.
There seemed to be no respite from that kind of life.
Zhao Nanyu's mental condition isn't that serious right now, and Song Luan doesn't want the situation to develop to the point where she's locked up at home by the male lead and can't go anywhere.
"I'm not that fragile, and there's no way there's no charcoal fire in the temple. It's just a one-night stay, it won't be a big deal."
Zhao Nanyu took a sip of tea and took a half step back, "Take two more maids over there."
No need to guess, these two maids must have been arranged by him.
Song Luan frowned, "That's fine."
In the book "The Powerful Official", the protagonist's character is very fashionable, and his paranoid and dark personality has won him a lot of popularity. Song Luan remembered that when she was reading the book, Zhao Nanyu seemed to be a very normal person in the early stage, at least his desire for control had not reached the level it is now.
As a reader, she didn't like the hero's personality very much. She felt creepy every time she read the story. If it weren't for the sweet plot and her obsessive-compulsive disorder of having to see the ending, she would have given up reading the book long ago.
Song Luan prayed silently in her heart, hoping that the male protagonist could be more normal, and even if he wanted to turn evil, it would not be now.
The next morning, after breakfast, Song Luan and the third wife set off for Fulu Temple in a carriage.
Zhao Nanyu did what she said. Song Luan was followed by two familiar maids who served her in her room on weekdays. Madam Zhao San not only brought her with her, but also Yang Ruoyun.
The three of them sat in a spacious carriage and it wasn't too crowded.
Yang Ruoyun wore a pink Yanluo dress today. After putting on makeup, she looked more beautiful and gentle than usual.
It takes an hour to get from the Zhao family to Fulu Temple. Mrs. Zhao San was very energetic and kept holding her hand and talking all the way. However, Yang Ruoyun didn't say a word from beginning to end.
"You don't know, the Guanyin of Fulu Temple is the most effective. Mrs. Cheng's daughter-in-law came to worship a few days ago, and she was diagnosed with pregnancy the day before yesterday. You must worship sincerely and sincerely later."
Song Luan turned her eyes away, feeling guilty about lying. Madam Zhao San didn't know that she and Zhao Nanyu had agreed not to have children. Mrs. Zhao San also has good intentions, and she would definitely be sad if she knew.
"Yes, yes, mother, don't worry, I will definitely worship Buddha sincerely."
Yang Ruoyun suddenly looked at her with a forced smile on her face, "I remember Shi Ge'er was still young, what's wrong? Is your cousin worried?"
Zhao Nanyu is not in a hurry! In the book, in the end, he only had one child, Shi Ge'er.
Song Luan guessed that he probably didn't like children very much, perhaps because he found it troublesome, or maybe he felt that having Shi Ge'er was enough.
She said to Yang Ruoyun with a fake smile, "Yes! A Yu is a little anxious and wants to have another child to accompany Shi Ge'er, so that Shi Ge'er won't be too lonely."
Song Luan just kept talking nonsense, hoping to piss Yang Ruoyun off to death. This supporting actress really gave her a lot of worry.
The smile on Yang Ruoyun's face froze. After a pause, she suddenly said, "So that's how it is. A few days ago, my brother's aunt also gave birth to his second child. Maybe all men want a woman to help him have children."
Every word Yang Ruoyun said had its own deep meaning, and not a single word was nonsense. She was secretly reminding Song Luan that even though she couldn't give birth, she should take in two concubines to help Zhao Nanyu have children.
Song Luan was the best at playing dumb. She smiled and pretended not to understand anything. "Really? Congratulations to your brother."
Yang Ruoyun was furious. Zhao Nanyu only had Song Luan as his woman and he had not taken a concubine for four years. Now it seemed that he had no plans to do so. It was really a good thing for Song Luan to have such a good man all to herself.
Mrs. Zhao San never thought of taking the initiative to send someone to Zhao Nanyu's room. The child looked easy to talk to, but was actually rebellious. She was afraid that she would hear bad news the next moment after she sent the person over.
It harms both others and yourself and is a thankless task.
The old lady had wanted to do this at the beginning of the year, but was persuaded by her to stop. Zhao Nanyu was already a mature man. If he really fell in love with other girls outside or wanted to take a concubine, he would do it himself and there was no need for them to interfere.
I have to say that Mrs. Zhao San is more insightful than others in this regard.
The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain. The temple was built halfway up the mountain. The mountain was not high and was beautiful. It took about a hundred steps to reach the door of the temple.
The maid and the servant followed them with the luggage. After everything they needed was packed, the coachman drove the carriage back to the mansion and would come back to pick them up at the right time tomorrow.
Song Luan took Madam Zhao San's hand and followed her into the temple. The Fulu Temple was very famous in the capital. Along the way, they met many well-dressed ladies who came to pray to the gods and worship Buddha.
Mrs. Zhao San took her to the main hall to worship the Buddha. Song Luan knelt in front of the Buddha statue, clasped her hands together, kowtowed several times, and donated a lot of incense money.
The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and dignified, and no sound of talking could be heard.
Madam Zhao San was still drawing lots in the hall. Song Luan felt chest tightness from the smoke of the incense, so she came out first. In the courtyard to the left of the main hall sat a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe.
It was really strange to see a Taoist priest in a Buddhist temple, and what was even stranger was that the Taoist priest was not driven out by the young monk.
The Taoist priest seemed to have noticed her gaze, smiled at her and asked, "Would you like to have your fortune told?"
Song Luan saw his face clearly. He had delicate features and sharp features.
She moved closer to him and sat opposite him, feeling inexplicably nervous. "Then let's call it a day."
The Taoist stared at her face carefully. After a long time, Song Luan finally heard his voice, which was crisp but with a natural sense of coldness. "Madam has a strange fate. I'm afraid she will die a violent death in the future."
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