Song Luan still remembered that when she first wore this body, she felt a pain in her chest from time to time. The face in the bronze mirror looked very haggard. She had been taking medicine continuously for the past two days. She quietly hid the book in her hand behind her back, her face not quite normal, "It's nothing serious, I'm fine now."
The breeze blowing in through the gaps in the window panes alleviated the dullness in the room.
Zhao Nanyu looked at her quietly, pursed her lips and said, "Really? That's good."
Song Luan gave him two dry laughs, not knowing what to say.
Zhao Nanyu looked at her with a smile, and suddenly stretched out his hand and quickly took out the storybook she had hidden behind her. He flipped through two pages and knew what the storybook was about.
It was nothing more than a love story between a poor scholar and a rich lady. He had no interest in it. But when he saw Song Luan's lively eyes looking at him longingly, Zhao Nanyu didn't want to return it anymore.
He put away the book as if nothing had happened and said softly, "Let's go and pay our respects to grandma."
Song Luan said "oh" in a low voice, and just as she was about to get out of bed, she remembered that she was not wearing socks. She hid her pair of snow-white feet belatedly. Zhao Nanyu glanced at her, but didn't say anything. He stood up silently and said, "I'll wait for you outside."
As soon as he left, Song Luan felt much more at ease. She stepped barefoot on the blanket, rushed to the cupboard, found her silk stockings and shoes and put them on. Soon, she appeared in front of Zhao Nanyu.
He looked at her silently for a while. The scarlet cross-collared skirt looked very beautiful on her. The exquisite belt outlined her beautiful figure. A golden hairpin was inserted in her hair and a flower ornament was painted between her eyebrows. It was obvious that she had dressed up carefully.
It has to be said that Song Luan was still very eye-catching standing in the crowd, extremely eye-catching and extremely beautiful.
Zhao Nanyu raised his hand and straightened her hairpin, and explained to her stunned expression, "It's crooked."
Song Luan was extremely terrified and said, "Thank you."
He said nothing, but walked forward, with no intention of holding her hand. Song Luan didn't care at all and followed behind him in a humble manner.
Every time, Song Luan dressed up beautifully to pay her respects to her grandmother. Her grandmother liked virtuous women from good families. Her beautiful appearance was not favored by her grandmother. She always wore heavy makeup and had a bad temper, so she was often scolded.
But this stupid thing never knew why she was scolded or punished, she just simply thought that her grandmother disliked her.
Zhao Nanyu had no intention of reminding her, nor did he plan to tell her these words.
The Zhao family is a famous and aristocratic family. Although Mr. Zhao does not hold an official position in the court now, he has a considerable status. He was the teacher of the previous emperor and later taught the new emperor. In addition, his sons are all very promising. The eldest son serves in the cabinet, the second son is in the Dali Temple, and even the most incompetent third son has an official position in the Ministry of Personnel.
This good-for-nothing is Zhao Nanyu's father.
No one in the family liked Zhao Nanyu very much, including his father. When Zhao Sanye was young, he liked to go out and drink. He accidentally saw the beauty of Zhao Nanyu's mother, and he couldn't forget her and deceived her with clever words. His mother originally sold her art but not her body, but later she was tricked into bed by Zhao Sanye, and soon she had him.
However, as soon as the child was born, Mr. Zhao San disowned him, and the Zhao family would never agree to let him take a performing prostitute into the house. Mr. Zhao even beat Mr. Zhao San with a cane because of this, and as a result, Mr. Zhao didn't like his son very much afterwards.
A few years later, the third wife also gave birth to a son, and Mr. Zhao Sanye looked down even more on Zhao Nanyu's son, who was born to a prostitute.
There are several magnolia trees planted inside the main courtyard gate. The flowers are about to bloom in this season, and the buds are very beautiful.
They walked along the gravel path in the small garden and passed through a vermilion courtyard gate, and arrived at the old lady's door. A maid went in to report, and after a long while, someone came out and invited them in.
Song Luan was very well-behaved throughout the whole process. She was determined not to attract attention or cause trouble for the male protagonist. Only by keeping a low profile could she ensure safety.
As soon as I entered the room, a scent of Buddhist fragrance rushed into my nose. Old Mrs. Zhao was in the middle, wearing a purple jacket with a front buttoned and small sleeves, and peony patterns embroidered on the clothes.
Although the old lady was not young, her eyes were still sharp, with the corners of her eyes slightly raised. There was a natural contempt in her look when she looked at them, which was very uncomfortable.
Song Luan complained in her heart, wondering how Zhao Nanyu had endured all these years?
It seems that being the male protagonist is not easy. You have to endure humiliation and keep hiding all the time. Tsk tsk.
The old lady drank half a cup of tea, and seemed to have just remembered the two people standing in front of her. She said calmly: "I know you don't want to see an old woman like me, but you have to come on the first day of every month even if you don't want to come. You still have to follow the rules."
Zhao Nanyu lowered her eyes, "Grandma misunderstood."
The old lady gets a headache every time she sees him. She is just biased. What good things can a prostitute give birth to? Moreover, Zhao Nanyu was far less lovable than her younger brother. In comparison, she felt that Zhao Nanyu was even less likable.
"Misunderstanding? Do you know how long you were late? Half an hour. Your brother has finished his tea and you haven't come yet! You are really... uneducated!" She didn't think it was enough to scold Zhao Nanyu. She glanced at Song Luan who was dressed like a flower beside him and scolded her: "And you! You are a mother too, how can you be so out of tune? What's on your face? What's wrong with wearing heavy makeup at home?"
Song Luan told herself again and again in her heart that she must not be angry, and must be kind, calm and Buddhist. However, she couldn't apologize or admit her mistake. That was not something the original owner could do.
She was afraid that she would be punished for being too ooc, so she simply lowered her head and pretended that she heard nothing.
As luck would have it, her stubborn look made the old lady mistakenly think that she was provoking her. The worst thing was that the original owner had done this kind of thing many times.
The old lady became more and more angry and felt unfair. She stood up from her chair and walked to her, almost pointing at her forehead. She said angrily: "You really don't take me, an old woman, seriously. You dare not even answer me when I talk to you."
"A concubine's daughter cannot be on the stage."
Song Luan held her breath, the anger running through her chest making her upset. This old lady Zhao was unreasonable and too aggressive.
She continued to swallow her anger.
"Are you dumb?!" The old lady's face turned green with anger, and she said sarcastically, "This whole family is not presentable."
Fuck the peaceful days and fuck the Buddhism! Song Luan couldn't stand it anymore, raised her head and opened her mouth, "Grandma, the family you mentioned also includes yourself."
The old lady's face turned from green to white, which was a wonderful scene.
The two million-word novel "The Powerful Minister" about a domineering male protagonist does not require logic. All the characters are there to serve the male protagonist. The old lady's malice towards her grandson Zhao Nanyu can effectively increase his malice and blackening values.
Suddenly, Song Luan's wrist tightened, Zhao Nanyu grabbed her and dragged her behind him, then lowered his eyes, with a look of letting you scold him, "Grandma, don't get angry and get sick, it's all my fault."
After giving her the steps, the old lady's expression eased a little, "Forget it."
She was in a bad mood when she saw her grandson. He was just in his early twenties and looked gloomy. It's not that he looked gloomy, but there was a sharp edge hidden deep in his eyes, which made her feel uncomfortable.
Like a wild wolf, with evil in his eyes, one of the reasons why Old Mrs. Zhao disliked him was that she always felt that the whole family, big and small, would be played around by him in the future.
"You guys go back." Her expression was normal, but her tone was a little impatient. She didn't want these two people to make her upset.
Out of sight, out of mind. Just send them away as soon as possible.
Old Madam Zhao had never invited Zhao Nanyu to have meals in the main courtyard, and she seldom asked her to look after him during the holidays. She had hardly ever paid any attention to this grandson. Although he was born handsome, he looked too much like his mother, a prostitute. In the past, the Zhao family suffered a lot of ridicule because of his mother. She was also scolded by Mr. Zhao at the time, who blamed her for not teaching her son well, which led to such a shameful incident.
The old lady has always resented Zhao Nanyu's mother, and now she has transferred all her resentment to Zhao Nanyu.
Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyebrows and stood near the door frame. His thin body looked a little lonely in the sunlight. He opened his lips and whispered, "Grandson, take your leave."
After paying her respects, Song Luan followed him out. She felt from the bottom of her heart that Zhao Nanyu must be in a bad mood at the moment, but she was also tactful enough not to disturb him.
The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. If you try to please him too obviously, it will definitely make him suspicious.
The two people walked together, one in front and one behind, in silence.
Zhao Nanyu glanced at her with the corner of his eye and caught a glimpse of the dazed look on her face. The corners of his lips curled up slightly and his smile was cold. It turned out that she didn't care about him at all and even her acting was so perfunctory.
Not long after, he retracted his gaze and strode forward, not caring whether the people behind him could catch up with him.
Song Luan had no choice but to increase her speed and followed him closely like a little tail. Zhao Nanyu suddenly stopped and she inevitably bumped into his back. The man's back was as hard as a rock and it made her nose red.
She touched her nose, and her tone softened unconsciously. Her soft voice was surprisingly sweet to him, "It hurts."
The complaints from girls seem like a natural way of acting coquettish.
Zhao Nanyu turned around and stared at her red nose with a calm look. He stretched out his fingers, pinched her chin with his neat fingers, and lifted it up.
"Does it hurt?" These three words were spoken softly, as if asking for a debt.
Song Luan avoided his gaze and said, "It's not my chin, it's my nose. It really hurts. I didn't lie to you."
Her eyes, which were sparkling and about to overflow with tears, made her look like someone who had been badly bullied. She was weak and humble, and so delicate that it seemed as if he could beat her to pieces with just one hand.
Surprisingly, Zhao Nanyu actually liked the way she looked at him with a wronged expression and extremely pitiful eyes.
Zhao Nanyu unconsciously increased the strength of his hands.
Subconsciously, Song Luan took a breath, frowned, and her eyes turned slightly red, but she didn't dare to cry out in pain. She endured his unreasonable actions with great frustration.
Damn, it hurts! So angry!
Zhao Nanyu naturally did not miss the unwilling expression on her face. He suddenly felt that bullying her seemed to be a very happy thing.
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