Zhao Wenyan had never disdained lying since he was a child, and he had told lies very rarely. This time, facing his brother's sharp eyes, he felt a little guilty.
After coughing twice, he said, "Second brother, I have something else to do. I'll leave first."
Zhao Nanyu nodded, "Yeah."
Zhao Wenyan almost ran away from the house. He always felt that his little thoughts could not be hidden in front of his second brother.
Zhao Wenyan himself didn't know what he was thinking. He said that he didn't care whether she lived or died, but when he saw this rare snow lotus, he couldn't help but buy it for her.
During the New Year, he also heard that Miss Song Luan was sick, but his second brother didn't allow anyone to come and see her, and Zhao Wenyan didn't want to make trouble for himself, so he kept it to himself and didn't ask.
He had just finished his exams and was idle at home. He heard from his mother that his second sister-in-law was ill, so he came to see her.
Zhao Wenyan felt that Song Luan was still very beautiful even though she was sick, and her frail body made people feel distressed.
It's not that he has fallen in love with his second sister-in-law, he just feels that she is not as annoying as before. Zhao Wenyan has just discovered that Song Luan also has a delicate and graceful side, fragile and beautiful.
The people in Huaishuiju were too tight-lipped, and he had no idea what disease Song Luan had that made her face so pale.
It was already spring, but she was still dressed warmly and the charcoal fire in the house was lit brightly.
Zhao Wenyan had only been in there for a short while when his forehead was already covered with sweat. He didn't know how his second brother managed to endure it.
Zhao Wenyan did not close the door when he left. The wind blew into the room, and Song Luan happened to be standing in the wind outlet, shivering from the cold.
She herself felt that after she fell ill again due to the poison, she became more and more afraid of the cold.
Zhao Nanyu silently closed the door for her. His slender fingers gently picked up the snow lotus on the table, and he sneered, "Ayan is arrogant and proud. It's rare for him to have such a heart."
Song Luan rubbed his hands. As expected, he did not hear the sarcasm and sourness in his words. He took the white snow lotus in his hands and said, "If the Third Madam had not asked him to deliver something, he would definitely not have come."
Zhao Nanyu laughed and flicked her forehead lightly with his finger, "Silly."
She believes whatever others say.
Song Luan stared at the snow lotus in his palm for a long time. After he had had enough of it, he put it back into the box, licked his lips, squinted his eyes and said, "Let's stew this thing tonight."
She had only seen such noble things as snow lotus in books before, so Tu Lao Mao finally saw the world for the first time.
Zhao Nanyu took a sip of tea and asked, "Where is Shi Ge'er?"
"I asked him to go to the inner room." She was talking to Zhao Wenyan just now. That arrogant kid would not let anyone off the hook and dared to say anything. Song Luan was afraid that Shi Ge'er would hear something he shouldn't hear, so she sent the child away.
After a groan, she said, "I'll go in and see him."
Shi Ge'er straightened his back and sat upright at the desk. His originally fair face turned a little red from the smoke. He took off his jacket and outer shirt by himself, and then he felt more comfortable.
Song Luan's body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, so she naturally didn't feel the heat in the room. Zhao Nanyu was an extremely tolerant person, and she had never seen him complain or wipe his sweat, so Song Luan thought the temperature in the room was just right for everyone.
She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, held Shige'er on her lap, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"If it's hot, just open the window. Why are you so stupid? You'll get sick if you sweat."
Shige'er's face flushed, "It's not hot."
"You're sweating and you still say you're not hot?" Song Luan smiled and pinched his face, "Lying is not something a good child would do."
Song Luan immediately stood up, held Shi Ge'er in his arms, walked to the window and propped up the window pane. The cool breeze rushed into the room and blew away the heat inside.
Shige'er's face was finally not as red as before. He tugged at Song Luan's sleeve and said, "Mom, please close the window. I really am not hot."
My father said that my mother is in poor health and can’t be exposed to the wind.
Song Luan touched his head and smiled, "How many words did you write just now? Can I take a look? I want to see if our brother's handwriting has improved."
Shi Ge'er ignored her and twisted his body to get out of her arms. His mother deliberately changed the subject and refused to close the window, so he went by himself and climbed onto the bench to reach the window.
Song Luan patted his back, "Don't move. What's wrong with letting me hug you? Don't you like me anymore?"
When Shi Geer heard her words, he really stopped moving. He looked sad, lowered his eyes, and looked at her with a pair of wet black eyes aggrievedly, "Close the window."
This child is also very stubborn, and is like this in everything. Song Luan had already witnessed this. Shi Ge'er's personality was like Zhao Nanyu's, and he couldn't change his stubbornness.
After a while of wind blowing, the room was finally not as stuffy as before.
Song Luan closed the window again according to his temper. Shi Ge'er put his little head on her shoulder and whispered to her, "The teacher praised my beautiful handwriting yesterday."
He copied his father's handwriting. It's pretty good that he could learn the shape at this age.
Song Luan walked to the table, took out the handwriting he copied and looked at it, and found that it was indeed very well written, much better looking than her own.
She praised: "Shige'er wrote it really well!"
The child smiled with his eyes curved, as if being praised by his mother was a very happy day.
Song Luan added, "Such beautiful calligraphy, I'll ask someone to frame it and hang it on the wall tomorrow, okay?"
Shi Ge'er was too shy to raise his head, his face flushed again and again, and he said shyly: "No...don't do it."
Song Luan pursed her lips and smiled. It was really fun to tease children. She liked to make Shi Ge'er, who had a blank expression, laugh.
Oh, my son is the cutest.
But Song Luan's arms felt a little sore after holding him for so long. Zhao Nanyu opened the curtain and walked in from outside. He looked at Shi Ge'er on her with a cold look, his eyebrows were unhappy, and he said in a deep voice: "Get off your mother."
Song Luan put him down and glared at Zhao Nanyu, "Why are you so mean to him?"
Zhao Nanyu frowned and said, "He's not a child anymore. How can he always stick to his mother?"
Perhaps he himself felt that his tone was too harsh, so he squatted down and waved to Shigeer, "Come here."
Shi Ge'er ran over with his little boots clattering on the ground. Zhao Nanyu caught him and lowered his voice to talk to him kindly: "Now that you are one year older, shouldn't you be more sensible? Don't always pester your mother."
Shi Ge'er listened silently, neither saying anything good nor bad.
Zhao Nanyu thought that the child hadn't seen his mother for a while, so he was just throwing a tantrum. He stood up and said slowly, "Okay, stop throwing a tantrum. Let me test your homework."
Song Luan knew that people in ancient times matured very early. They went to school at the age of three and got married in their teens. She interrupted, "I have taken the test. He studied very well."
Zhao Nanyu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You want to test him?"
The smile or joking in your eyes should not be too obvious.
Song Luan's face actually turned red because of his teasing. Her own handwriting was a mess. Although she was a highly educated person in modern times, she was half illiterate after coming here.
She said confidently, "Yes! I was the one who tested him, so what?"
Zhao Nanyu put his fist to his lips, suppressed his smile, and said, "Okay, since you passed the exam, I won't test you again."
After the late spring cold weather is over, the weather will become completely warm.
However, the charcoal fire in Song Luan's house was still burning, and no one dared to stop it. Song Luan had been in the house for a long time and felt tired, so he thought of going to the yard to bask in the sun.
As for flying a kite, she couldn't even think about it. Zhao Nanyu would definitely not agree to her, and the two maids serving her were also watching her closely.
Zhao Nanyu stayed at home most of the time these days, but his trusted subordinates came to the Zhao Mansion to discuss important matters with him, mostly in his study.
Song Luan was sleeping in the sun with a warm blanket on her head. She stretched out her body and said on impulse, "I'll go to the study to see him."
The two maids wanted to stop them, but Song Luan waved her hands impatiently, "It's just a short distance, what can happen? If I don't walk around, my muscles will become loose."
The maids thought about it and realized that the lady was in better health than before and her face finally had some color, so they didn't say anything else.
Song Luan didn't want to go to Zhao Nanyu's study empty-handed, so she carried two plates of pastries with her.
Zhao Nanyu seemed to have a visitor, but he had given instructions, so the guards outside the study did not stop her.
The window was opened and the light was turned on, and the study was very bright.
In front of Zhao Nanyu stood a handsome and heroic man with a cold and hard jawline. His face was tightly clenched, expressionless and devoid of emotion.
He was dressed in black and had a sword on his waist. He looked like a military officer.
There was a scar between his eyebrows, which was neither deep nor shallow, and about the length of a fingernail. This scar made him look a bit fierce.
The man raised his eyes and stared at her coldly, his disgust evident in his words.
Song Luan pretended not to notice. There were so many people who hated him that he couldn't even count them with one hand. Why should he care about one or two more?
She placed the pastries on his desk and smiled, "I didn't know you had a visitor, otherwise I wouldn't have come."
Zhao Nanyu held her hand, which was cold and seemed unable to warm it up no matter how hard he tried. He got a hot water bottle and stuffed it into her arms, "Nothing."
"I won't bother you any more about your business."
Zhao Nanyu pulled her back. "Don't worry," he said to the man in front of him, "Lu Ji, have a cup of tea first."
After he finished speaking, Lu Ji was a little surprised. Even a military officer like him who didn't care about what was happening outside had heard about the good things Song Luan had done. He hated unfaithful women from the bottom of his heart.
In recent years, Song Luan's arrogant and rude behavior has been seen many times, and he has to restrain himself and not kill her every time.
Why does Lord Zhao treat this kind of woman so well? It's really not worth it.
Lu Ji guessed that it might be because she was born beautiful, thin and delicate, with eyes that seemed to be filled with ripples, which made people feel pity for her.
Song Luan had seen Lu Ji's name before. He is the male protagonist's confidant and is now the commander of the palace guards. He hates evil and hates evil. Because his biological mother abandoned her seriously ill husband and eloped with someone else, he has been lonely and helpless since childhood. This is also the reason why he hates Song Luan so much.
Song Luan didn't want to stay here any longer, lest she be disliked by others. "Let me go, I'm leaving."
"Now that you're here, stay a little longer."
Zhao Nanyu refused to let go of her hand, so Song Luan had to stay. Her face turned red with anger, but she looked cute.
Lu Ji glanced at her, then silently looked away.
With a good figure and nice color, no wonder Lord Zhao likes her.
Zhao Nanyu didn't like her being seen by outsiders, so she covered her face.
Then he said to Lu Ji: "You go back first."
"yes."
Song Luan was playing with his fingers out of boredom, turning them over and over, opening and closing them. She didn't think it was fun, she was just too bored.
Although Zhao Nanyu had a cold expression on his face, Song Luan knew that he was in a good mood.
Zhao Nanyu smiled and said, "Zhao Chao's master will be returning to the capital soon."
When the people come back, there will be a way to cure her poison.
Song Luan yawned and didn't hear what he said clearly, "What? What did you say?"
Zhao Nanyu said it again in a good-tempered manner.
Song Luan had already given up hope of detoxification, and the sudden surprise made her confused for a moment.
Is there any hope? ? ? In the book, the original owner never drank the antidote until his death.
While she was surprised, Song Luan was also a little worried. After all, all the things that happened before, no matter how she acted, the parts related to her remained unchanged.
She was afraid it would be the same this time.
Thinking of this, Song Luan couldn't help but hug Zhao Nanyu tightly, saying to herself, "I'll be fine, right?"
Of course she doesn't want to die if she can still live. No one will complain about living too long!
At night, Zhao Nanyu still held her in his arms to sleep. At first, Song Luan was not very willing, but later she found it comfortable to sleep in his arms and finally compromised.
She arched her body restlessly in his arms twice, found the most comfortable position, and then closed her eyes.
After a while, Song Luan opened her eyes. She had a stomachache and her face turned pale. Cold sweat broke out on her back and her facial features were slightly distorted.
Zhao Nanyu quickly noticed her subtle changes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Luan whimpered, and a tiny sound came out of her throat, stuttering, "I... I feel uncomfortable, my stomach hurts so much."
It's not a stomachache, I don't know which part of my body is hurting.
She was in so much pain that she was unconscious and tears welled up in her eyes. She grabbed Zhao Nanyu's sleeve and treated him as a painkiller.
Zhao Nanyu's warm palm covered her belly, "Is it here?"
Song Luan shook his head and panted, "No."
He moved his palm upwards. "Here?"
“No.” Her eyes were red. “I don’t know where it is, it just hurts.”
Zhao Nanyu's face turned pale. He could only hug her and rub her belly gently.
After an incense stick of time, the pain in Song Luan's body gradually subsided. She fell weakly into its arms, her hair wet with sweat.
Zhao Nanyu squeezed her waist tightly, pain flashed in his eyes, and the darkness in his heart deepened layer by layer.
Song Luan met his terrifying gaze and shrank her shoulders back, which made Zhao Nanyu's eyes even more terrifying.
He gently pinched the back of her neck, lowered his head and bit her pale lips, and murmured softly, "I am sorry for you."
But this is false guilt.
It was not enough for him to tolerate Song Luan's intention to leave.
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