Song Luan herself really didn't feel anything. In fact, at the moment she vomited blood, she felt relieved. Finally, she didn't have to be so nervous and afraid of this and that.
Zhao Nanyu had indeed poisoned her, and her inevitable fate arrived as expected. However, when she really faced this moment, she became indifferent.
However, Song Luan's desire to survive was very strong. She didn't want to die, no matter what era she was in. Life was so beautiful, and she still had a lot of things to do. She hadn't even had a proper relationship. She really couldn't bear to die like this.
She half leaned on Zhao Nanyu, and even had the strength to smile at him, "I guess I can't go back to my parents' home today."
She couldn't breathe, her heart ached dully, and she clearly felt the dizzy feeling that she had only read about in books.
My hands and feet are cold and I have no strength in my body. Her eyes were moist, and her little hands pitifully grabbed his sleeves and shook him, her voice getting smaller and smaller, "I don't want to die."
I really can't accept this.
Why her? Not only did I get to travel through a book for no apparent reason after just reading it, but I also got the worst character setting in the entire book! It's no use trying to reform herself, the only problem is that she came here too late.
Song Luan began to wonder, maybe this was retribution for the bad review she gave the book "Powerful Minister" and the ridiculous and melodramatic comments she made?
She has always lived her life so hard. The more Song Luan thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, because she had clearly done nothing wrong.
As Song Luan thought about it, she started to cry. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, and her eyes were red.
Zhao Nanyu thought she was crying because of pain, so he hugged her, took a breath, and coaxed her in a low voice: "You won't die, don't talk nonsense."
He didn't mind the dirt and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his sleeve.
Song Luan was carried into the house by him. She knew that he was probably very sad. His eyes were full of bloodshot and his face was pale.
It turns out that such a man who is confident in everything can also panic.
Song Luan vomited blood suddenly. She felt that after vomiting it out, her chest seemed to be less stuffy. Of course, she had no strength left. My eyelids were fighting each other and I felt drowsy.
Zhao Chao had just checked her pulse, and without his second brother's instructions, he immediately said, "I'll go get the medicine."
Of course he couldn't make an antidote, so he could only prescribe some soothing medication.
Song Luan is just vomiting blood now, and then she will gradually feel pain. The poison will slowly penetrate her organs and corrode her lungs.
The duration of the attack can last for several years.
Song Luan fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed, and when she fell asleep, she didn't have to think about anything.
She could feel that Zhao Nanyu had always been by her side. This person had always been able to handle things with ease, but now he was helpless.
He had been looking for Zhao Chao's master for more than a year, but couldn't find him.
Whenever he finally caught a clue, he would soon lose it.
The sky gradually darkened, and Song Luan slept for the entire day. The rise and fall of her chest gradually subsided, and her breathing also gradually calmed down.
Zhao Nanyu held her hand and sat by the bed for the whole day. There was no light in the room, and his slightly fierce face was deeply sunken in the darkness, so his expression could not be seen clearly.
Zhao Nanyu had fed her medicine once before, and Song Luan was very obedient and swallowed it all in a daze.
After a long, long time, Song Luan finally opened her eyes. She blinked, slowly sat up from the bed, and complained softly, "It's so dark."
"I'll go light the lamp." Zhao Nanyu suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, which scared her.
The candle flame flickered and was not very bright. But Song Luan was finally able to see his face clearly.
Under the warm light, Zhang's delicate face, as white as jade, was reflected. He hadn't changed his clothes yet, and his white robe was still stained with her blood. Song Luan swallowed and asked, "Why didn't you even change your clothes?"
Zhao Nanyu loves cleanliness the most! He has a serious obsession with cleanliness and usually has to change his clothes after coming back from court.
“I forgot.”
"Then go take a shower and change your clothes. There's nothing to worry about since I'm awake now." Song Luan tried to speak in a normal tone.
Zhao Nanyu nodded, "Okay."
Song Luan listened to the sound of water with mixed feelings. The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine. She threw back the quilt, got out of bed, put on her shoes and walked directly out. As expected, the room was a mess.
Several vases on the bookshelf were broken, and the desk was in a mess, and it looked like no one had come in to clean it up.
Zhao Nanyu changed her clothes and came out, but didn't see her. She paused and walked out, looking at the thin figure with her jaw tightened and a deep expression.
Her back was ethereal, as if she would leave at any moment.
"Why did you get out of bed?" he asked.
Song Luan smiled and said, "I'm not made of glass." She said in an indifferent tone, "Isn't it just a mouthful of blood? Just make it up."
She has a really good attitude! Great job!
Zhao Nanyu held her cold hand and touched it gently, "Come in."
Song Luan stood still, smelling the faint fragrance on his body, pointed at the fragments on the ground and asked, "You lost your temper this afternoon, didn't you?"
She remembered that the vase on the shelf was very valuable. When she ran away, she had thought about taking it with her, but later gave up because it was too big.
Now that it was broken into pieces by Zhao Nanyu, she felt it was a pity from the bottom of her heart. This is all money.
Zhao Nanyu nodded, which was considered as an admission.
Not only did he lose his temper, he had a very big temper. The maids were so frightened that they dared not step into the room to pick up the broken pieces.
Zhao Chao told him that there was no other way but to wait.
Song Luan sighed and said regretfully: "I haven't seen you throw things yet."
He could always remain calm, at least on the surface he seemed nonchalant and there was nothing wrong with him. Even if he was really angry, he would only do some tricks in secret to torment others.
Zhao Nanyu's lips curled up slightly, she wanted to laugh but couldn't.
Song Luan turned around and tilted his head back to see his facial features clearly.
He is handsome, handsome in every way, as flawless and perfect as white jade.
"Ayu."
She hadn't called him that in a long, long time.
Zhao Nanyu gently stroked her soft hair and asked, "Tell me."
"Next time, don't smash something so expensive." She felt a little distressed.
Zhao Nanyu was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that she was still talking about irrelevant things.
"good."
Song Luan had slept for a whole day, so naturally he wasn't sleepy at this moment. She rolled around on the bed wrapped in the quilt.
Zhao Nanyu found it funny to see her wrapping herself up like a cocoon, so he pulled her out and said, "Drink the medicine."
"Is this the medicine Zhao Chao prescribed?"
"Um."
"Is his master a miracle doctor?!"
"Um."
OK, take the medicine. Take your medicine obediently.
To round it off, the apprentice of a miracle doctor is also a miracle doctor!
There was no need to coax her. Song Luan held the bowl, tilted her neck back and drank the medicine in one gulp, just as if it were water.
However, the medicine Zhao Chao prepared was so bitter that her facial features wrinkled and she felt a little nauseous. This medicine tasted worse than anything she had ever taken before.
Sure enough, the miracle doctor is different from others.
"Hey, you've been with me all day. Aren't you busy with your own things? Go and do your work! Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
Song Luan didn't ask anything. She guessed that Zhao Nanyu continued to poison her after she came here.
She seems to know everything.
She felt a little sorry for herself and also for Zhao Nanyu.
The hero falls in love with her, but she is about to be killed by him.
Fate played them.
Song Luan had a very clear memory of the original owner's death. The tip of the dagger was pointed at her heart, and the handle of the dagger was held by Zhao Nanyu.
Tsk tsk tsk, it hurts just thinking about it.
In her previous life, she might have dug up the protagonist's ancestral grave and taken out his corpse and whipped it, which is why she suffered such a tragedy in this life.
It’s so tragic. So tragic.
If anyone dared to cry in front of her in the future, she would print out this story and throw it in that person's face.
Zhao Nanyu didn't move at all, and his deep gaze made her feel uneasy.
"You take a rest first."
"But I'm not sleepy."
"You need to rest, too." He insisted.
Song Luan couldn't stand it anymore and punched him, "Why don't you take a rest?"
Zhao Nanyu raised the corners of his lips, "You asked me to go to work."
Song Luan looked at him with his head held high and his chest puffed out. "Well, I've changed my mind. You can't go."
"OK."
She was so stupid that she didn't realize it, and it was exactly what he wanted.
Song Luan snorted, lying on the inside of the bed and simply facing him with the back of her head.
The chance that Song Luan had coaxed into returning to her parents' home last time was gone again. Zhao Nanyu kept a close eye on her and always had someone by her side.
Most of the time, Zhao Nanyu was personally by her side.
He might not have to say a word, just holding her wrist would be enough.
Song Luan's condition was not much better. She often coughed up blood. She didn't dare let Zhao Nanyu see the bloody handkerchief in her hand. His eyes were too horrifying, eerie and terrifying.
The male protagonist himself has an extremely dark personality, and Song Luan is really afraid that he will turn evil on the spot.
But as she coughed more and more frequently, she could no longer hide the fact that she was coughing up blood.
Fortunately, Zhao Chao's medicine began to take effect, and the number of times Song Luan coughed up blood decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye.
She was being watched so tightly that she had no chance to breathe and was almost suffocating to death. Taking advantage of the good weather that day and Zhao Nanyu not being at home, she made a kite and flew it in the yard.
After running two laps, I was sweating and panting.
The kite flew too high and the string broke halfway, so the tiger kite she drew fell outside the wall.
Song Luan subconsciously wanted to climb up the wall and take down the tiger kite from the elm tree outside the yard, but just as he raised his foot, he pulled it back abruptly.
If Zhao Nanyu saw this, he would break her legs.
This man became more and more gloomy. Sometimes in the middle of the night, her throat was dry and she wanted to get up to drink some water. When she opened her eyes, she could always meet his clear eyes.
Those dark, deep eyes, filled with countless extreme emotions, looked at her directly.
Song Luan's scalp was tingling and he was still frightened.
His despotism was even worse than before. He didn't allow her to get any fresh air or use any strength, and treated her like a fragile doll.
Song Luan instructed the guards, "Go and help me pick up the kite."
"yes."
She was about to take out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead when a hand with slender knuckles appeared in front of her. A plain handkerchief was handed to her and the man sighed, "You."
Please tolerate this poor dying person.
Song Luan really wanted to say this, but she had seen Zhao Nanyu's temper these days, so she swallowed it back.
These days, she is indeed not as flexible as before.
Everything is moving in the direction of the original plot.
To be honest, Song Luan didn't want to die at his hands. If there was really no way out in the end, she would quietly avoid him and wait for him to die from afar.
The male protagonist has a glass heart and gets heartbroken at the slightest touch.
Heartbroken, dark.
What if he holds her body and cries loudly and refuses to let go?
Song Luan really couldn't imagine the male protagonist crying, so she suddenly laughed out loud.
Zhao Nanyu lifted her chin with two fingers, "Are you in a good mood?"
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