Song Luan sat on the edge of the bed angrily, but Zhao Nanyu ignored her and practiced calligraphy calmly.
Even if Song Luan wanted to quarrel with him, she couldn't do so. He could shut her up with just a few words. As long as she didn't touch his sore spot, he wouldn't get angry and would just look at her as if she was a fool.
A few days ago, Zhao Nanyu kept her under guard on the grounds that the situation in the capital was uncertain. Now that the situation has been settled and he has obtained the power he wanted, he should let her go, right? But the number of people guarding in secret did not decrease.
Song Luan took off her shoes and socks and curled up in the quilt. After sleeping for a while, she felt too hot and stretched her bare feet out of the quilt.
Zhao Nanyu knew that she couldn't sleep, so he stopped writing and reading the memorials. He walked to the bed and took off his clothes. Song Luan was still angry with him, but then he thought, why should she care about a little pervert?
She turned around silently and faced him, looking at him expectantly with her sparkling eyes. Before she could utter a word, Zhao Nanyu spoke first and said, "I'll have someone take you back tomorrow at noon, and you'll be back in the evening."
Song Luan's words were stuck in her throat. She softened her voice and forced a very sweet smile on her face, "How can half a day be enough? Give me two more days. It's not like I won't come back."
Zhao Nanyu held her shoulders and pressed her little head into his arms. He gently closed his eyes and said with a curled lip, "Then I won't go."
Song Luan swallowed his anger and said with a smile: "You are a man, be more generous."
Zhao Nanyu smiled and said, "Then I'll have someone take you there in the morning. Wouldn't that give us half a day more? That's quite generous, isn't it?"
"I'm so mad. I can't make sense with you."
It's no use talking until your lips are worn out.
It’s really strange that Zhao Nanyu can always guess what she is thinking. She arched out of his arms, and just as she covered herself with the quilt, she was pulled back by the man behind her.
That night, Song Luan had a long dream in which there was a woman whom she had never seen before. She was wearing a familiar bright red dress, with a flower ornament between her eyebrows, and was heavily made up. She was beautiful and exquisite.
She stood on the city wall, her hair flying in the air, the cold wind blowing her clothes, and the expression on her face seemed very sad. No, it was not just sadness, but a kind of despair.
The desperate smile on his lips seemed to show that he had no attachment to this world.
Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, and she was surrounded by a circle of armored soldiers, with their sharp knives pointed directly at her, as if if she made any movement, she would be pierced through the heart by thousands of swords.
With a "swish", the sharp arrow flew past Song Luan's ear and shot straight towards the woman on the city wall. The archer had excellent accuracy and shot straight through her heart.
Song Luan could no longer tell whether this was a dream or not; she could almost hear the sound of the arrow cutting through the cloth.
The arrow seemed to have hit her heart. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. Half asleep and half awake, she saw the little Taoist priest who had met her once before. He leaned close to her ear with an expressionless face and said lightly, "Did you see it? That's you too."
Song Luan covered his chest, hunched over in pain and couldn't stand straight.
She was woken up by Zhao Nanyu. When she woke up, she was sweating and her face was pale. Zhao Nanyu stared at her with his dark eyes, worried. He asked, "Why are you crying?" He sighed again, gently wiped away her tears, and sighed, "If you really want to stay with your mother for a few more days, it's not impossible."
The extreme pain caused by the sharp arrow piercing my chest in the dream disappeared, but my chest still felt a little heavy, with a feeling of depression that couldn't go away.
She suddenly reached out and hugged Zhao Nanyu's waist tightly, desperately looking for his arms, "My chest hurts."
Who is that little Taoist priest? He obviously knew more than she did. What is this strange dream? Why was she so familiar with the woman who was pierced through the heart by an arrow on the city wall in her dream?
Zhao Nanyu's face changed slightly, and the blood color on his lips faded a little. He asked: "I'll let Zhao Chao come over to take a look at you."
This time he invited Zhao Chao instead of a doctor.
Zhao Nanyu's face was as white as paper. Even with his eyes closed, he could still remember the symptoms of "Tianqing". At first it was just a slight pain, but then the pain would gradually deepen. Slowly, the toxin would corrode her internal organs, causing her to die slowly in great pain.
Song Luan looked up at him and said, "Can you change someone? Your brother seems to hate me."
"He doesn't dare."
"Okay."
Zhao Nanyu moved, intending to get up and dress. Song Luan still felt uncomfortable with a stuffy chest, and held his waist tightly, refusing to let go. "Don't leave yet, stay with me for a while longer."
I feel at peace only when I hold him.
Zhao Nanyu's heart was shocked, and she nodded and said "OK", and her fingers gently stroked her hair, "Do you want to sleep a little longer? Don't worry, I won't leave."
"I'll just hold you. I don't want to sleep." She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to his lean body, and rubbed against him, "You feel so comfortable."
Fragrant and warm.
Zhao Nanyu gradually changed as she rubbed him, his eyes darkened, "Don't move."
A man who hasn't had sex for two months can't stand the slightest provocation.
When he gets fierce, he can fuck her half to death.
Zhao Chao's marriages failed one after another, and his mother was no longer able to do anything about him. His parents were worried but he himself was calm and didn't take it to heart.
When his second brother invited him to Huaishuiju, Zhao Chao was happy because he didn't have to listen to his mother's nagging.
When he arrived, Zhao Chao found that his second brother looked unhappy and depressed. He spread out his fan and said half-jokingly, "Could it be that second brother is upset so early in the morning?"
Zhao Nanyu pursed her lips, "I don't want to joke with you, please check your sister-in-law's pulse carefully."
Zhao Chao paused, put away his smile, and said seriously, "What happened?"
Zhao Nanyu took a deep breath, his throat was so hoarse that his original voice could not be heard. His face was pale, "Let me ask you, are you sure that the amount I gave you before was not enough to cause the poison to take effect?"
In fact, he stopped taking the medicine in early summer last year.
Before Zhao Nanyu fell in love with Song Luan, he really wanted her to die. Song Luan's personality changed obviously. At that time, he thought she was pretending, so he was still merciful.
By the time I had completely let go of my murderous intent, spring had passed and it was early summer.
Zhao Chao remained silent. He could only say, "My master has a strange personality. He usually only makes poisons, not antidotes. But last time, I did not see any signs of poison in my second sister-in-law."
Either the time is not enough or the quantity is insufficient. Zhao Chao was not sure which one it was.
Zhao Nanyu frowned and said, "Let's go see her."
No matter what, he would not let her die. Zhao Nanyu pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled. He could not let her die in his hands.
Song Luan walked out of the house, wearing a plain dress with fluttering sleeves. Her waist-length skirt outlined her slender waist. She stood under the sunlight, with golden light pouring down and evenly sprinkling on her body. If you put powder on your face, your skin will be white and beautiful.
Zhao Chao was dazzled for a moment. He quickly looked away, took two steps back, and said with a folded hand, "Second sister-in-law."
Song Luan gave him a fake smile, "Third brother."
She didn't want to be bullied by Zhao Chao, but fortunately he didn't look at her with extreme contempt this time.
The two of them were silent, and Song Luan spoke first, "I heard from my mother that you have been looking at many girls these days. Do you like any of them?"
Zhao Chao frowned, "Don't bother my second sister-in-law with this matter."
Tsk, Song Luan hadn't intended to worry about it in the first place, it was just that she had nothing to say and the atmosphere was too awkward, so she just picked up a topic. Who knew that he would directly poke his beehive.
"I spoke too much." Song Luan said.
Zhao Chao opened his mouth and asked, "I heard from my second brother that my second sister-in-law hasn't been feeling well these days?"
Song Luan put on makeup, and it was hard to tell what her complexion was like. "It's all old problems."
Zhao Nanyu knew that she didn't like Zhao Chao and was not very willing to let Zhao Chao treat her. He held her hand and said, "Let my third brother take your pulse first."
Song Luan didn't want to joke with her own body, so she sat down obediently and stretched out her hand.
She guessed in her heart that her previous fainting and the intermittent pain in her heart were just a prelude.
Currently, all the plots that are directly related to the original owner cannot be changed no matter what the ending is. Then the days when the original owner suffered from the poison would not change.
It was one day this spring.
Maybe today.
With a handkerchief on his wrist, Zhao Chao said, "I'm sorry."
He placed his fingers on her pulse, concentrating and holding his breath. After a while, Song Luan found that Zhao Chao's face gradually became ugly. He looked at her meaningfully, and hesitated to speak, "Second sister-in-law..."
Zhao Chao discovered that Song Luan's lungs had been severely eroded.
Obviously, it was not diagnosed at all last time.
"What's wrong with me? I'm fine. My waist and legs don't hurt. I can eat, drink, jump and run!"
Why did Zhao Chao look at her as if she was about to die? Don’t you know that it’s very depressing and unlucky?
To be honest, she really hated this look as if she was buried in the ground!
Zhao Chao didn't know what to say for a moment, so he just kept his mouth shut. Respond in silence.
Zhao Nanyu searched for a long time before finding his voice. His joints turned white. He asked, "How is she? Tell me the truth."
“Not very good.”
Zhao Chao didn't want to say those words in front of Song Luan. He once hoped that Song Luan would die a violent death, but when that day really came, he couldn't bear it. What about his second brother?
Killed the woman you loved with your own hands? No one can bear it.
Song Luan looked at Zhao Nanyu's pale face and thin body that looked like it could be blown down by the wind. He must be really worried about her.
Song Luan stepped forward and took Zhao Nanyu's arm, saying "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh" three times, "I'm really fine. These are just old problems. You're the one making a fuss. Oh, I'm in a hurry to see...Pfft..."
Before he could finish his words, Song Luan felt a surge of blood in his throat, and blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth. The blood he spat out accidentally got on Zhao Nanyu's clothes.
Absolutely.
The original book was about revenge on her! ! ! Nothing was left out.
[The blinding sunlight was a bit blinding. The cool breeze of early spring brushed across her cheeks, blowing the magnolia flowers on the branches. The petals swayed in the wind. Song Luan held onto the tree trunk and spat out a mouthful of blood. ］
Song Luan looked at the magnolia flowers that had just bloomed in the yard and was absolutely certain that she had been poisoned. She slowly shifted her gaze to Zhao Nanyu's face, wanting to tell him not to be sad.
Save your energy and wait until she dies before being sad.
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