Song Luan's face was pale, and her lips trembled slightly. It was as if a basin of cold water was poured directly over her head. Her heart kept falling, and her calves were shaking uncontrollably. "What did you say?"
Zhao Nanyu used a little strength to pinch her chin, glanced at her calmly, his eyes cold, "I killed him, are you heartbroken?"
Zhao Nanyu could not tolerate Song Luan's concern for other men. He remembered that she liked the boy named Huai Jin very much. She redeemed him, bought a yard and kept him for several years. He didn't think it was a big deal before, but now he couldn't tolerate it at all.
Whenever he thought of how Song Luan had smiled and been close to that man, his heart felt like it was being bitten by ants, and he felt a long, dull pain in his heart.
Song Luan's ears were buzzing. The words Zhao Nanyu said lightly were like a heavy punch, hitting her head directly, making her unable to recover and unable to breathe. She was hoarse and her eyes were red. "You killed him?!"
She looked up, her eyes wide open, her red eyes staring at his face, unable to calm down, and growled at him, "Why did you kill him for no reason? How old is he? How could you have the heart to do that?"
Song Luan couldn't speak clearly, and tremblingly said, "Do you know... do you know that he saved me? Are you so cruel? Why?!"
She was almost crying when she said that.
When she first came here, Song Luan actually regarded herself as an outsider. She regarded everyone as characters in a book, as fictional characters. But gradually, these flesh-and-blood people left a mark in her heart.
Zhao Nanyu gently wiped away the tears from her eyes with her thumb, "You haven't answered me yet, are you feeling sorry for him?"
Song Luan couldn't stop sneering, "Yeah." She looked at him provocatively, "Yes, I do feel sorry for him. What do you want? Are you going to kill me too? You..."
Didn't you do that a long time ago?
Zhao Nanyu asked again: "Since he saved you, why did he lie to me?"
Because of fear, Song Luan's fear of Zhao Nanyu is innate. She has been having nightmares these days. In the dreams, the sky seems to be dyed with bright red blood. Zhao Nanyu is alone in a white robe, with fluttering sleeves. He stands on a high wall with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at the corpses everywhere. He holds a sharp sword in his hand, and there are several bloodstains on his white robe, and his flawless face is also splashed with blood.
His face was expressionless, his eyes were calm, and his dark pupils were like a pool of stagnant water, staring at the world in eerie silence.
He is the male protagonist of this world, and he has the biggest golden finger given by God. He is cruel and violent. He always has the upper hand and no one can match him.
In the dream, Song Luan just looked at her quietly. She felt a familiar pain in her internal organs. It felt like someone poured sulfuric acid on her internal organs, corroding her body bit by bit. She could even hear the sizzling sound of her kidneys being eroded.
Every time Song Luan dreamed of this, her whole body ached. She would stand not far from Zhao Nanyu, stretching out her hand to ask him for help, but when she looked closely, she found that the sword in the man's hand had already pierced her heart.
"You will be angry." Song Luan explained weakly.
Song Luan's eyes were swaying and she staggered. She barely managed to stand by holding on to the table. Even her wrist bones were weak and her whole body was cold to the bone.
Zhao Nanyu touched her face and said, "I didn't kill him. I just lied to you."
Song Luan's back was covered in cold sweat, and he kept saying "that's good" several times.
I hope Huaijin is not dead.
Her legs went limp and she fell powerlessly into his arms. Song Luan looked at the man holding her with complicated eyes. Even when she closed her eyes, she could still remember the day when Zhao Nanyu blocked the whip for her. Sometimes when she felt that she was about to fall in love with him, Zhao Nanyu's actions would always dissuade her.
The net spread across the sky made it hard for her to breathe.
Song Luan was angry.
She is timid, but has a bad temper. She found that she and Zhao Nanyu could never quarrel. He rarely lost control, and every word he said and every expression he made was just right.
Even if Song Luan got angry at him, he could never hurt him where he was, like punching cotton. Song Luan felt that instead of quarreling with him, it would be better to act as if she didn't care about anything.
These days coincided with changes in the court situation, and Zhao Nanyu was very busy every day. Once, he didn't come home for three consecutive days.
Song Luan didn't care about this and didn't even ask. She reads books and fiddles with her gold and silver jewelry every day, and occasionally cooks a meal for Shi Ge'er. She feels very comfortable.
Zhao Nanyu had been resting in the palace for a while. His stern features were deeply immersed in the darkness, and his expression was difficult to discern. He asked the person behind him in a cold voice, "Did she ask anything?"
The subordinate lowered his head, not daring to look at him, and said respectfully, "I never asked."
Zhao Nanyu's jaw was clenched, his features were cold and hard, "You didn't ask a single question?"
"No."
There were cold gusts of wind and the first snow fell tonight.
Zhao Nanyu suddenly felt a little cold. It seemed that Song Luan was living a good life at home alone. It never mattered whether he was there or not.
The subordinate raised his eyes and opened his mouth to say something.
The man's momentum suddenly turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and uttered a word, "Get lost."
The master was in a bad mood, so the subordinates didn't dare to say much and left quickly.
After several days, Zhao Nanyu was still living in the palace. He did not come back, nor did he send anyone to pass on any message to Song Luan.
Song Luan did not show any dissatisfaction with this, but Mrs. Zhao San had something to say.
Mrs. Zhao San sincerely felt that Song Luan had repented. She hoped that the couple could live a good life and not quarrel or have a cold war all the time, which would not only hurt their feelings, but would also be bad for the children.
Between husband and wife, both cannot be strong, one of them has to give in. Mr. Zhao San was a bad boy in his early years, but hasn't she coaxed him into obedience now? The relationship between men and women requires the harmony of yin and yang, and the use of both soft and hard methods.
The Third Lady was not in a position to explain these things to Zhao Nanyu. After all, he was her stepson, and no matter how well she treated him, she could not be close to him.
Song Luan was a person who listened with one ear and let it out with the other. She said okay, okay, okay but didn't really take it seriously. As a result, the Third Lady was powerless. Even though she knew that the two of them were having a bad temper, she didn't intervene.
As usual, when Zhao Nanyu was not at home, Shiger lived in the same room with her. Like his father, his hands and feet were cold in winter and could not be warmed up no matter what he did.
Song Luan wrapped him up like a dumpling every day, with three layers of clothes inside and outside for fear that he would catch a cold. She also learned how to sew a cloak and bought a cloak made of snow-white fox fur to sew one for him.
Song Luan's fun these days is to dress up Shi Ge'er beautifully.
It snowed for several days in the capital. The ground was covered in silver and the wind was howling. The roof was covered with a thick layer of white snow. The sunlight shone on it obliquely. After a while, the snow turned into crystal clear water droplets, dripping down along the veins of the eaves.
Shiger has less schoolwork these days and only needs to practice two pieces of calligraphy every day. She spends most of her time staying in her little house.
The child still spoke little as usual, and was concise and clear when speaking to her, but compared to before, Shi Ge'er would hold her hand and act coquettishly, and would not be too embarrassed to mention his requests.
After spending so much time together, Song Luan also discovered that Shi Ge'er only looked cold. In fact, this child was very clingy. No matter what she did, he would stare at her eagerly.
That day, Song Luan suddenly had an idea and took Shi Ge'er to build a big snowman in the yard. His hands were frozen red, but he enjoyed it.
Shige'er's fingers were also red. Song Luan carried him back to the house and put a hot water bottle in his hand. There were some snowflakes on his clothes. Song Luan reached out and patted them clean. He asked him with a smile, "Are you still cold?"
Shi Ge'er shook his head, "It's not cold anymore." He handed the hot water bottle in his hand to her and said, "Here you go."
"Our brother is very filial."
He blushed and lowered his head.
Song Luan roasted his hands by the stove for a while. After they were warm, he dared to touch him with his fingers and asked, "You have been depressed these past two days. I was really worried that you would get depressed."
Song Luan thought that Shi Ge'er was unhappy because of his heavy academic workload, but then he thought about it and realized that not only was Zhao Nanyu not at home during this period, but Zhao Chao also rarely came back.
Zhao Chao is not young anymore, but he has not yet arranged to get married. His mother was extremely anxious and finally persuaded her son to propose marriage after much persuasion.
It's not really a marriage proposal, at most it's just a visit.
Song Luan heard that the matchmaker introduced a well-educated and well-mannered girl to Zhao Chao. If they were attracted to each other, it would probably not be long before she could drink in Zhao Chao's wedding wine.
In the book, Zhao Chao is deeply in love with the heroine, but now the heroine has not appeared in the capital, and it is unknown whether Zhao Chao will fall in love with other girls. After all, Zhao Chao is a representative figure of unswerving determination.
Song Luan also heard that all the girls that Zhao Chao had been seeing for several days in a row had failed. His mother hasn't let him go these past few days, and it looks like she's going to force him to get married this year.
As a result, Zhao Chao didn't have much time to teach Shi Ge'er his lessons.
Shi Ge'er lowered his head and spoke in a low voice. After a long time, he said in a muffled voice: "Mom, I miss my father."
Shi Ge'er is very attached to his familiar relatives. He felt a little uncomfortable after not seeing Zhao Nanyu for almost ten days.
Song Luan paused, her face stiffened, and she smiled, "Your father is busy in the palace. Can we see him in a few more days?"
But she didn't go to inquire about him, Zhao Nanyu didn't send anyone to pass a message to her, and Song Luan wouldn't take the initiative to find someone to pass a message to him. It depends on who can keep calm. Anyway, she will definitely not be the first to surrender.
The insignificant liking for Zhao Nanyu that she had accumulated with great difficulty was easily shattered in front of him.
Shi Ge'er hugged her waist, buried his face in the crook of her waist, and said in a wronged voice, "I...I...I..."
He hesitated and couldn't explain clearly.
Song Luan touched the top of his head and coaxed him softly, "I know you miss him, so stay at home and wait for him to come back, okay?"
Shi Ge'er pursed his lips, raised his little face, looked at her eagerly, and asked, "Mother, can you take me to the palace to find my father?"
Enter the palace? Actually, it’s not impossible.
Song Luan also knew that Zhao Nanyu was probably busy fighting for power recently, and it was not easy to be the Chief Censor.
When dynasties change, the slightest carelessness can lead to eternal damnation.
Before, the Sixth Prince knelt in the Wenhua Palace for many days, which moved the emperor. The aging emperor first issued an imperial edict praising his filial piety, and then released the queen from the cold palace.
At this time, Zhao Nanyu was busy clearing out the remaining power of the queen in the palace. Anyone could see that the emperor would not live long, but the edict to appoint a crown prince had not been issued yet.
Song Luan sighed. She didn't want to see Zhao Nanyu. She hardened her heart and said, "Silly child, how can it be so easy to enter the palace? We just need to wait at home obediently."
Shi Ge'er was depressed and felt very lost.
Song Luan's heart softened, and he lowered his body, looked at him and said, "You can write so many words now, you can write a letter to your father."
Shi Ge'er didn't say anything good or bad. Song Luan knew that he was sad, but she still hardened her heart and did not agree.
After noon, Shige'er lay beside her on the bed, took off his coat and covered himself with the quilt, hugged her, and said, "Mom, I will write a letter to father tonight."
Song Luan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Shi Ge'er did not continue to talk about entering the palace.
She closed her eyes and thought silently that perhaps after this winter, the weather in the capital would change.
Zhao Nanyu was about to embark on his path to becoming a powerful official, and there were less than three months left before the original owner of the book was poisoned.
Song Luan didn't feel any discomfort in her body recently, but she felt pain when she was dreaming, a pain that was so real that it didn't seem like a dream.
The poison that Zhao Nanyu gave to the original owner was very tricky and the effects were chronic, devouring the life of this body year after year. The book said that the original owner lived in pain every day, and all the organs in his body seemed to be twisted together with a knife, causing him to be in pain beyond words, yet he could not die for a while.
This poison will torture people beyond recognition and make them wish they could die.
Song Luan thought in a half-awake state that she shouldn't have to endure this kind of torture because Zhao Nanyu had shown mercy to her.
When Zhao Nanyu got the power she wanted, she could
When it comes to divorce.
The mother and son slept until the evening, and it got dark early.
The room was warm, with incense sticks burning in the incense burner, and a faint fragrance wafting into the air.
Song Luan put on her embroidered shoes, casually put on a piece of clothing and called the maid in. Although she lowered her hands and feet, the slightest noise still woke up Shi Ge'er who was sleeping in the bed.
He rubbed his eyes, with a silly expression, and called her "mother" in a silly way, then stretched out his hand habitually, "Hold me."
Song Luan whimpered three times in her heart, touched by her son's adorable appearance. She went back to dress him before picking him up.
The maids filed in and began to set the table.
Song Luan carried Shi Ge'er to the desk in the inner room, put him on a chair, and said, "Write a letter to your father. I'm afraid you can't wait."
Shi Ge'er nodded obediently, holding the pen in a very correct posture.
Song Luan naturally would not read what he wrote. While Shi Ge'er was writing the letter, she went outside the yard to pick a few plum blossoms and put them in the love tea vase, which looked very beautiful. The fragrance of plum blossoms is pleasant and not unpleasant.
Shi Ge'er quickly finished writing the letter, put it in an envelope and handed it to her, "Mom, I've finished writing it."
“So soon?”
"Um."
In the past, when Zhao Nanyu was away from home, Shi Ge'er would write him letters, but the words were not too long and they never contained any sweet words. I often write to ask when he will come back?
Song Luan smiled and put away his letter, planning to have a servant deliver it to the palace tomorrow.
On the day of Little New Year, it snowed heavily again.
News came from the palace that the emperor was ill again, and several younger princes were in the palace to take care of him.
Song Luan almost thought that Zhao Nanyu would spend the New Year in the palace. She guessed that he definitely didn't want to see her.
But on the afternoon of the Little New Year, Zhao Nanyu rode back to the Zhao Mansion from the palace. The gatekeepers were all startled.
Zhao Nanyu had a cold face. Just as he stepped through the gate, someone beside Old Master Zhao came up to him respectfully and said, "Young Master, the old master wants you to come over."
He hadn't been home for many days, so logically he should pay his respects to his grandparents first.
Zhao Nanyu was a little impatient, clenched his fingers, put away the murderous look in his eyes, and uttered three words coldly, "Got it."
The situation in Beijing was tense, and Mr. Zhao called him over because he had something to tell him.
The men from the third and second rooms were also there, and the eldest brother who was sent away from Beijing also returned.
The old man said to them earnestly, "You must be careful in what you say and do these days. Remember not to take sides at random. Protecting yourself is the right way. This is a muddy water. None of you should get involved, lest the lives of your entire family be implicated."
Since ancient times, the struggle for succession has been bloody and resulted in countless deaths and injuries.
All the descendants nodded in agreement.
The old man deliberately cast a glance at the absent-minded Zhao Nanyu and said meaningfully: "Ayu, did you hear that?"
Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes and said, "I heard it."
"That's good."
After coming out of Mr. Zhao's yard, Zhao Nanyu went straight to Song Luan's house. When he arrived in front of the courtyard, Zhao Nanyu could hear her laughter through the door.
The room was brightly lit. She had no idea what she said to Shige'er and fell on the bed laughing.
Zhao Nanyu pushed the door open with both hands, and the cold wind brought in snowflakes.
He stood by the door, tall, with stern features and eyes as dark as a deep pool, unfathomable.
Zhao Nanyu stared motionlessly at Song Luan lying on the soft couch. The charcoal-burning room was warm. She was only wearing a light pink single dress with her collar slightly open, half revealing her collarbone. Her mouth was slightly open, and she seemed a little surprised.
Zhao Nanyu had to admit that Song Luan's ignorant yet somewhat beautiful appearance really made people want to ravage her.
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