Song Luan's face was so tender that it could be pinched with Chu Shui. After coughing twice, she whispered, "It's okay."
In spring, even if the weather is good, it is still a little cold. Zhao Nanyu wrapped her in his cloak, kissed her forehead, and sighed, "It's cold outside, it's better to stay in the house."
Her body can't stand the slightest mistake.
Song Luan huddled in his arms obediently, "I feel suffocated staying in the house every day. And I've been feeling much better these past two days. It's okay to come out and get some fresh air."
She's almost going moldy from being locked up like that.
Zhao Nanyu didn't say anything harsh to her, but he punished the servants around her afterwards. His voice was a little cold, "Didn't I tell you? Don't let her out without my permission."
But if Song Luan really wanted to do something in this family, no one would dare to stop her. They had all seen how this young lady looked when she lost her temper.
Zhao Nanyu rubbed his brows, called his followers in, and ordered in a cold voice, "Find two obedient girls to serve her."
If you are obedient, you will naturally listen to him and not be afraid of Song Luan.
"Yes. I will do it right away."
Song Luan had already fallen asleep. After returning to the room, she wanted to read two books. Without even looking at the cover, she picked up a book from the bookshelf. The densely packed words on the book made her dizzy and drowsy.
Zhao Nanyu turned his head and saw her lying on the soft couch with her whole face buried in the book. He walked over, took the blanket and covered her, then gently took the book out of her hand. Her cheeks were a little red from the smoke, her rosy mouth was slightly pouted, and she let out a moan, as if she was not sleeping very comfortably, so she turned over and changed her position.
Zhao Nanyu was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he picked her up. Unexpectedly, this small movement woke up Song Luan. Her long eyelashes moved, and she slowly opened her eyes, a little confused. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and asked, "Did I fall asleep just now?"
"Hmm." He asked, "Are you still sleepy? Do you want to continue sleeping?"
Song Luan glanced outside. It was not yet dark. She shook her head and said, "I'm not going to sleep anymore."
Her mind gradually became clear, and she hugged his neck familiarly, saying, "That book is so hypnotic."
"I'll buy you some folk story books tomorrow."
Zhao Nanyu also knew that she was not someone who could stay put, and he was busy these days and couldn't keep an eye on her.
Song Luan still had a high fever at night and was still talking nonsense in the middle of the night. The complexion that she had finally regained quickly turned pale again. She had lost a lot of weight in the past few days. She was not very plump to begin with, and she was so weak that he seemed like he could break her with just one hand.
Zhao Chao was not at home, so Zhao Nanyu hurriedly called a doctor over and prescribed a dose of antipyretic medicine. After taking the medicine, Song Luan gradually felt better, and the temperature of his forehead only dropped in the second half of the night.
After all this trouble, it was almost dawn.
Song Luan was in a daze and didn't react much to what was happening in the outside world. She didn't even open her eyes. She just felt that she was sleeping very uncomfortably. She tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep well. She couldn't even remember the words she was humming.
When I woke up the next day, I felt refreshed. I guess Zhao Nanyu had wiped away all the sweat I had produced last night.
She sat up from the bed silently. A thin man stood in front of the coffin by the window, looking silent and gloomy.
Perhaps noticing Song Luan's gaze, Zhao Nanyu turned around. Seeing that she had woken up, the gloom hidden in his eyes gradually dissipated. "Awake?"
Song Luan's mind was still groggy, "Yeah."
She opened her mouth and wanted to explain to herself that she was not that weak. But then she changed her mind and felt that there was no need to do so because she didn't even believe what she was saying.
Song Luan sighed, thinking that Zhao Nanyu would definitely keep a closer eye on her in the future.
She herself didn't expect that this body's immunity was so poor that she got sick after just a little bit of wind. It's really terrible.
She finally understood why the original owner was so determined to die. She slowly felt all the organs in her body being damaged bit by bit. She could sense the pain from her internal organs so clearly that she was worse than a disabled person.
A chill ran down her spine, and Song Luan felt cold just thinking about the days ahead.
Her fingers were shaking uncontrollably. Zhao Nanyu held her hand in her palm and asked, "Are you cold?"
"No." Her voice was a little hoarse.
Zhao Nanyu asked again: "Are you hungry?"
"I'm hungry. I want to eat dumplings."
"good."
Soon, a bowl of hot dumplings was brought to her. Song Luan was indeed very hungry, but she filled her stomach after eating just a few dumplings.
She put the bowl back and refused to eat any more.
"You should eat more. It's too little." If she continues like this, she will become so thin that she will no longer be human.
"I really can't eat."
If soft means don’t work, try hard means.
Even if Song Luan pulled his sleeve and acted coquettishly, it didn't work very well. Zhao Nanyu gently pinched her jaw and forced her to open her mouth, "Eat this bowl, and I won't force you."
Song Luan was forced by him to eat a few more unwillingly. She frowned, avoided the spoon he handed over, looked at him pitifully, and said, "I can't eat any more. I'm going to vomit if I eat any more."
I feel a little nauseous and uncomfortable.
Zhao Nanyu sighed and finally spared her.
Song Luan was annoyed by the smell of dumplings in the room and insisted on getting out of bed to open the window. Zhao Nanyu held her hand to prevent her from moving, and said with both anger and amusement, "You dare to open the window? Didn't you cook enough?"
Song Luan shook her head, looked at him innocently and said, "The smell is too strong, I just want to open a crack to let some air out."
Zhao Nanyu wrapped her tightly before she agreed reluctantly. He walked to the window and opened a small gap for her so that the little wind could not blow on her.
Song Luan still had a low-grade fever, and after a few days, he was still not fully recovered.
She guessed that Zhao Nanyu would not let her leave the room until the weather got warmer.
The people who originally served Song Luan were also replaced by him, and were replaced by some hard-hearted little girls who appeared out of nowhere. They were agile and she guessed that these people all knew martial arts.
Song Luan couldn't help but start to miss her previous maid, who was soft and cute, and would be very scared if she acted a little strict. No one dared to stop her from doing anything she said, unlike now.
No freedom at all! No human rights! Woo woo woo.
But Song Luan was still able to comfort herself, thinking that Zhao Nanyu was doing this for her own good, so what could she do? Just bear with it.
After the beginning of spring, Shi Ge'er officially went to a private school. A child as young as him naturally did not need to live in boarding school and could go home every day. However, Zhao Nanyu was very strict and checked his homework regularly every day.
Song Luan could only see this child five or six times a month. After the New Year, Shi Ge'er grew like a branch and became much taller.
However, the child's temper has not changed much. He is indifferent to outsiders and doesn't like to laugh.
He only smiles when he sees his mother.
Song Luan had a fever before, and she was afraid that she would pass the disease on to him, so she didn't let him come.
These few days, the fever finally subsided completely and she stopped coughing, so Shi Ge'er came to see her again.
Zhao Wenyan also came. The arrogant young man seemed to have calmed down a lot when she first met him, and there was not so much malice in his eyes when he looked at her. However, when he opened his mouth, he still had nothing nice to say.
Song Luan was actually very happy in her heart, because it seemed like she hadn't seen an outsider for a long time. Even if someone comes to talk to her or argue with her now, she will be very happy!
She blinked at Zhao Wenyan and tried to speak to him in the tone of an elder, "Ayan, I heard from your mother that your marriage has been decided, right?" She covered her mouth and smiled, "Congratulations."
The third wife once came to visit the patient and mentioned this matter casually. Song Luan could see that the Third Madam was very satisfied with her future daughter-in-law.
In the original book, Zhao Wenyan never married, and he only had the original owner in his eyes and heart. He ended up with a miserable ending. Now that Song Luan sees that he can have a good home, she is really happy for him.
Zhao Wenyan said with a sour face, "Thank you, second sister-in-law."
In addition to congratulating him, Song Luan also wanted to know who Zhao Wenyan's future wife would be?
"I don't know which girl is so lucky."
Zhao Wenyan snorted twice, his tone was unfriendly and sarcastic, "I thought my mother told you everything, why do you still need to ask me?"
Song Luan smiled and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it."
She wasn't actually that curious. She would have to know sooner or later anyway. Song Luan just couldn't understand what Zhao Wenyan was angry about. She smiled and shook her head. She really couldn't understand what these young people were thinking.
Zhao Wenyan was so choked up that he couldn't speak. "She is a well-educated and well-mannered young lady. In short, she is better than you! She is much more sensible than you and knows more words than you."
As the original owner who only loved beauty, liked to compare with others, and was only interested in gold, silver and jewelry, of course she could not recognize too many words.
Song Luan, who traveled through time, also had difficulty understanding the fonts of this dynasty, so it was no wonder that she fell asleep every time she read. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is semi-illiterate.
"Okay." Song Luan didn't care at all.
Zhao Wenyan seemed to be deflated. He stood up and turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, he remembered what he came here for. He turned around angrily and placed the things he brought on the table with a "pop".
"This is me..." He immediately changed the subject, "This is the tonic my mother asked me to bring you. Don't ask too many questions. This medicine is good. Just take it. I hate seeing you look so sick."
So weak, as if he was about to die.
Song Luan said: "Thank you."
"You should... take care of yourself and not worry about other people's business." He pointed to the box he brought with him, "There is a very valuable snow lotus in it. Don't... don't waste my mother's kindness."
"I thank mother on behalf of Aluan." Zhao Nanyu came back from outside with a chill in her body. Her eyes moved around Zhao Wenyan's body and finally landed on the snow lotus he brought. She said meaningfully, "Mother is really too worried."
This was not something that the Third Madam asked him to bring over, but something that Zhao Wenyan bought with a large sum of money.
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