Song Luan really wanted to turn against the Taoist priest in front of him. What was he saying? ! She stared at the Taoist priest in front of her with her eyes wide open, as if she wanted to stare a hole through him. She took a deep breath and said with a dry throat: "You...you made me very unhappy when you said that."
The Taoist priest smiled at her calmly and meaningfully, "Madam, didn't you already know the outcome?"
Song Luan's heart was greatly shocked, and her nails dug deeply into the tender flesh of her palm. She pinched herself so hard that it hurt, and she relied on the pain to keep her mind clear.
What does this this this this Taoist priest know? !
Song Luan took a deep breath and looked at the Taoist's face carefully. He was young and handsome, with a calm expression, as if he had everything planned out. There was an ethereal feeling about him.
Did Song Luan roughly understand what he meant? The Taoist's previous words probably referred to the ending of the original owner of the book "The Powerful Minister". He was not wrong. If she had followed the route of the original book, she would indeed have died a violent death.
Her husband and son ended her life with their own hands, and it was such a tragic death.
Song Luan's fingers trembled uncontrollably under her sleeves, and the voice that came out of her throat was also trembling, "Then may I ask, little master, is there a way to crack it?"
The young Taoist smiled slightly, "Don't force anything, just let nature take its course. Forcing your fate to change may backfire."
Does forcibly changing her fate mean that she deliberately avoided the path of the original book? Does she have to follow her character and the original plot step by step to survive?
Song Luan forced a smile, "I..."
She wanted to say something, but the Taoist priest in front of her interrupted her and said, "Madam, you look pale and your blood is insufficient. You must have often felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and heart pain in recent days. Have you really never thought about what's going on?"
These words seemed to strike her directly over the head. Song Luan was neither stupid nor dumb and could understand what he was trying to say. Was this one of the aftereffects of his character's collapse?
But she clearly...
Song Luan straightened her back, but her face became paler. She said stubbornly, "It was only temporary. I'll be fine after taking the medicine. I hope the young Taoist priest won't talk nonsense."
The young Taoist priest smiled softly upon hearing this, "Madam, think carefully about when it will be a good time?"
Song Luan no longer had the energy to question the identity of the person in front of her. What she was sure of was that this Taoist priest had never appeared in the entire book, not even mentioned. His unfathomable words had already shown that he knew her identity as a time traveler. He might even know that this world was just a world in a book.
Song Luan's back was covered with sweat. When he reminded her of this, she remembered that when her body was gradually getting better, she was in a cold war with Zhao Nanyu.
Her pupils suddenly shrank, and only then did Song Luan realize that she could only live longer if she maintained her original personality.
Suddenly, Song Luan felt that the existence of this book was a joke on her. No matter whether she advanced or retreated, the final result would not be good. The only difference was that Zhao Nanyu now had a tiny liking for her.
Does she really have to rely on a domineering, arrogant and willful personality to continue living like the original owner?
The young Taoist priest seemed to see the doubt in her heart, and for once he acted like a good person, he said meaningfully, "Madam is smart and clever, and she will definitely be able to find a way out."
Song Luan looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"
The little Taoist smiled and said, "One day, you will know."
After he finished speaking, he slowly stood up and left, disappearing into the courtyard in a short while.
Song Luan sat blankly on the stone chair, the autumn wind blew past, hitting her cheeks, and her ears were blown red by the cold wind. The coldness in Song Luan's body never went away.
Madam Zhao San's personal maid ran to her side breathlessly, and Zhao Nanyu asked the two maids who followed her to follow as well.
"Madam San has been looking for you for a long time. She couldn't find you anywhere. She was so anxious. Now she has finally found you."
Song Luan raised his eyes and looked at her, "What does mother want to talk to me about?"
The maid replied, "Madam, please go over and worship Guanyin, the Goddess of Childbirth."
Song Luan let out a long sigh and stood up tiredly, "Then go ahead."
Madam Zhao San waited in the hall for a long time. Seeing her coming over in a daze, she asked, "What happened? Are you feeling unwell?"
Song Luan forced a smile, "No, I'm just a little tired."
"After you worship Guanyin, go back to your room and rest."
"good."
The Guanyin of Fulu Temple was indeed very effective. On the day they arrived, they had seen many women who came to fulfill their vows. Song Luan held three incense sticks and kowtowed in front of the Guanyin statue. She closed her eyes but did not make any wishes. In her mind, she was still thinking about what the little Taoist priest had just said.
After worshipping Guanyin Bodhisattva, Song Luan was about to go back to her room to rest. She happened to meet two monks outside the temple. She was moved and went forward to pay her respects to the two monks. She then asked, "Young Master, may I ask if there are any famous young Taoist priests in the temple?"
"This is a Buddhist temple, how could there be Taoist priests here?"
Song Luan looked dazed for a moment. Who did she just see? She thought to herself in a humorous way that these unfathomable masters were very mysterious.
She thanked him softly and returned to her room in a daze.
The room prepared in the temple was still very simple. Song Luan washed her face hastily and climbed onto the bed. She sat cross-legged in the corner against the wall. She carefully thought about the last words the little Taoist said.
Song Luan figured it out. The boundary between whether a character collapses or not is very vague. As long as she behaves in front of Zhao Nanyu and is not much different from the original owner, it should be considered as not collapsed.
It was cold in the mountains at night, and Song Luan had to cover herself with two quilts before she felt warm. The heavy quilts made it hard for her to breathe. Song Luan hadn't had a dream for a long time, and that night he dreamed of the woman he had dreamed of before.
She was lying on the bed, terminally ill. Her once beautiful face was now gloomy and her bright eyes were lifeless. She was wearing Song Luan's favorite pomegranate-colored dress.
Unlike the last dream, Zhao Nanyu in this dream looked haggard and extremely thin.
He hugged the woman on the bed, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something in a low voice.
Song Luan felt that Zhao Nanyu looked like he was about to cry. His eyes were filled with distortion, violence and sadness. He no longer looked like a normal person.
The woman lying on the bed opened her mouth and said something to him, and Zhao Nanyu's body was almost petrified.
Song Luan actually saw him crying, and precious tears flashed across his face.
She felt depressed and uncomfortable.
When Song Luan woke up, she raised her hand to wipe her face and found that she had also been crying. She knew that the woman in the dream was herself, not the original owner.
Perhaps after her character collapsed, this body was gradually corroded and swallowed.
This further strengthened Song Luan's determination to stick to the original character. It was enough for her to show the original owner's savage, mean and unreasonable personality. As for cheating on Zhao Nanyu, she would not do it.
Song Luan looked out the window. It was just dawn. She struggled to get out of the quilt, dressed and washed, then was led by the young monk in the temple to have a vegetarian meal.
After breakfast, they planned to return home.
When going down the mountain, Song Luan met an acquaintance, her good sister Song Yu.
The last time the two sisters met was in the palace. Since then, Song Luan has never seen her younger sister again. The last time she heard about her was when Aunt Lin told her that Song Yu was going to get married.
Looking at Song Yu's current appearance, she doesn't look like she's about to get married.
Song Yu was so thin that she almost couldn't recognize him. He looked dull and lifeless. When the two passed each other, Song Yu gave her a resentful look.
"Third sister, what a coincidence."
Song Luan thought she wouldn't greet her, so she smiled and asked, "Sister, are you here to pray as well?"
"Yeah. Where's your sister?"
"I'm just like you."
Song Yu's mouth was cold, "Then I wish my sister will get what she wants."
Song Luan replied politely, "You too."
She felt that Song Yu's eyes looked like he wanted to kill her, and Song Luan felt that Song Yu really hated her.
Song Yu really hated her, and watched her leaving with gnashing teeth. After leaving the palace and returning home, her stomach ached so badly that she almost died. The pain lasted for three days and no matter what she did, it didn't get better.
Finally, they said that a wedding could cure her condition, and her parents hurriedly arranged a marriage for her. Her intuition told her that Song Luan must have framed her in order to take revenge on her.
It was almost noon when the carriage stopped in front of the mansion.
Song Luan didn't sleep well last night and just took a nap in the carriage. He was full of energy now. Seeing that there was no one around, he stretched comfortably.
Before he walked back to his own yard, he saw a little radish popping up.
Song Luan was worried. Seeing that Shi Ge'er couldn't smile, she squatted down in front of him and touched his head. "Are you here to pick up your mother?"
Shi Ge'er nodded and opened his arms, wanting her to hug him.
Shi Ge'er is shy and rarely takes the initiative in front of her. It seems that the relationship between mother and son has taken a step further after he fell ill.
Song Luan smiled and hugged him up, "You are so good. I love you so much."
The depression in her chest dissipated a little. Her son was such a heartwarming little treasure.
Shi Ge'er stuck to her for the whole afternoon and even hugged her when he went to sleep. Song Luan was so obsessed with him that she had no time to think about other things, let alone feel sad.
At dinner time in the evening, Zhao Nanyu had not returned home yet, so Song Luan and Shi Ge'er ate together. After dinner, she coaxed Shi Ge'er to sleep.
She carefully carried the child to the small bed in the compartment and gently put him down. She tucked the corners of the quilt for him and sat in front of the bed for a long time before Song Luan slowly stepped out.
Zhao Nanyu came back at some point, took off his coat, and when he heard her footsteps, he turned around and looked back. He asked, "Is the temple fun?"
As luck would have it, Song Luan remembered what the Taoist priest had said.
She pouted, "I'm not going there to play."
Zhao Nanyu had just come back from outside, and his hands were still a little cold. He didn't dare to go up and hold her hand. He keenly noticed that Song Luan seemed to be in a low mood, so he asked casually: "What's wrong? Did something unhappy happen in the temple?"
Song Luan lowered her head, playing with her toes, her eyes gradually turned red. The four words "unnatural death" were engraved in her mind and could not be erased.
She lowered her eyes and shed tears silently. Tears dropped onto her sleeves and covered her entire face like running water.
She always looks very beautiful when she cries, silently and gently.
Zhao Nanyu thought something had happened, so he lifted her face up and gently wiped the tears off her cheeks with his fingertips, "Who bullied you?"
Song Luan really didn't want to cry in front of him, but she couldn't control herself and felt wronged and sad.
She sniffed, and her voice changed as soon as she opened her mouth. She could hardly speak clearly. "I read a book at home this afternoon. The people described in the book were so miserable that I was very unhappy."
Zhao Nanyu was skeptical and coaxed her by saying, "Everything in the book is fake."
After hearing his voice, Song Luan cried even louder, gasping for breath. What Zhao Nanyu said made her even sadder. Everything that happened in this book was too real.
Zhao Nanyu originally thought that what he liked most was her pitiful appearance when she cried. Now seeing that she couldn't stop crying, he felt very distressed. He hugged her and patiently coaxed her, saying, "Don't cry and hurt yourself."
Song Luan sobbed, her eyes were red and swollen, and she couldn't stop sobbing.
Zhao Nanyu had no choice but to carry the person to the bed, "If you cry again, you won't feel good tonight."
Sure enough, Song Luan immediately shut up.
Zhao Nanyu didn't want to threaten her, but if she continued to cry like that, it wouldn't be long before Song Luan fainted from crying. He went out for a while, and when he came back, his face looked much more serious.
Zhao Nanyu didn't quite believe that Song Luan was about to pass out just because she was already so sad, but she just asked the people who were staring at her, and they knew that nothing really happened in the temple and no one bullied her.
Barely suppressing the confusion in his heart, Zhao Nanyu returned to the house and extinguished the candle.
After crying, Song Luan felt like she had vented her emotions and felt much better. She rolled up the quilt and faced the wall. Soon, she felt someone appear beside her.
Zhao Nanyu fell asleep next to her, put his arms around her waist, and forcefully pulled her out of the corner. Zhao Nanyu's fingers were extremely restless and he untied the belt around her waist in two or three moves.
Just as he was about to do something, Song Luan turned around and met his eyes.
She decided to carry forward the original owner's spoiled character and do her best from today on! It is better to work than to die. Anything is better than dying an unnatural death.
Moreover, Song Luan already had the confidence to act because Zhao Nanyu liked her. So Song Luan thought hopefully that even if she was spoiled and unreasonable, the male protagonist would not think of taking her life.
Song Luan bravely slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me."
The bright moonlight shone on her beautiful face. Her eyes were slightly red. She looked so confident as she pushed him away. She was actually very attractive.
Zhao Nanyu licked her lips, pinched her waist with more force, and kissed the corner of her mouth. He didn't take her words to heart at all, just regarded them as a kind of fun, and smiled softly, "Aluan is so fierce, I'm afraid of her."
The moment Song Luan pushed her away, he felt the heaviness in his chest dissipate a lot.
It seems that being a little more aggressive does have an effect.
She is really going to follow the path of a willful and capricious lady.
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