Song Luan was waiting for the legendary miracle doctor. She was not a pessimistic person, but she didn't have much hope this time. This was also good. If there was no good result in the end, she could bear it calmly.
In the past few months, the relationship between her and Zhao Nanyu began to become unclear. Perhaps it was because she had nothing to do, so as long as the weather was good, she would hang out in Zhao Nanyu's study. She didn't feel bored even if she was just watching him write.
That day, Song Luan went to look for him, but there was no one guarding outside the house. She stood far away, and before she got closer, she heard horrible screams coming from inside. The screams were mournful and desperate to the extreme, and the violent and painful screams coming from the throat were hoarse and fragmented.
Song Luan slowed down his pace, approached the door, and peeked inside through the crack. A half-dead man covered in blood was lying on the ground. Zhao Nanyu was holding one end of the whip in his hand. The crescent-colored hem of his clothes was stained with blood. Not only that, his hands were also stained red with blood.
The murderous aura is rampant and the momentum is awe-inspiring.
Zhao Nanyu turned his back to her, raised his foot and stepped on his wound mercilessly, looking down at him, and said in a grim tone, "If you hand over the things, you won't have to suffer so much."
The man's face twisted and he clenched his teeth, "I really don't know."
Zhao Nanyu was not going to waste any more words. This man was very tight-lipped and even he couldn't pry anything out of him. He had been in the Dali Temple for several years and was very good at punishment. He was ruthless in his actions. This man had been tortured to death by him a long time ago.
Zhao Nanyu didn't mind giving him a ride. The sight of blood at least helped to suppress the anger in his heart. He nonchalantly took the sword handed to him by his follower and stabbed his throat with it.
Song Luan's heart trembled, and she had to take a deep breath to steady herself. Just as she was about to pretend that she saw nothing and leave quietly, Zhao Nanyu suddenly turned his head, as if he had discovered someone.
Zhao Nanyu raised his hand and swept the door in front of Song Luan open.
There was also a bloody mark on his face, and the murderous aura was rampant. Zhao Nanyu was only slightly surprised when he saw that it was her. After calming down, he handed the sword in his hand to the person beside him. He slowly wiped the blood on his hands and face with a handkerchief, walked to her side, and sighed: "Why didn't you say anything when you came here?"
Zhao Nanyu didn't want her to see a bloody scene. She was already afraid of him. But it wouldn't matter much if he really saw it. Song Luan would find out sooner or later that he was not a good person.
Many lives have been lost in his hands, so he doesn't think this is a big deal.
Song Luan felt so nauseous that she wanted to vomit. She subconsciously avoided his hand and her face turned pale.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes darkened. She was probably frightened.
Zhao Chao's master had just arrived at the city gate when he was respectfully invited over by Zhao Nanyu's men.
Xu Daozi was wearing a black Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with a kind face and a faint smile. If you ignore his attire, he would just look like a very kind old man.
During the more than one year he traveled outside, Xu Daozi knew nothing about what was happening in the capital. He never inquired or asked about anything, his only disciple could not be found, and Xu Daozi never revealed his whereabouts.
He originally thought that it was his troublesome apprentice who wanted to see him, but when he entered the gate of Zhao Mansion, he found that he had other requests.
At this moment, Song Luan was also looking at the smiling white-bearded old man in front of him with a bewildered look on his face. Zhao Nanyu said to Xu Daozi solemnly, "Please trouble me, Taoist priest."
Xu Daozi checked her pulse, his pupils slightly dilated, and asked in surprise: "Tianqing?"
Zhao Nanyu tightened his jaw, his expression cold, "Yeah. That's right."
Xu Daozi began to pack up his things, shaking his head and saying, "No need to look."
Tianqing was a poison he made on a whim. He had a very strange temper and had made only a handful of poisons in his decades of life, but none of them had an antidote. Even he himself couldn't find the solution.
The Tianqing poison was made by him in a hurry back then. Xu Daozi was very satisfied with this poison. Its toxicity was abnormal enough, comparable to sulfur, but different from sulfur. Tianqing would slowly corrode the organs in the body, causing people to suffer pain for two to three years before dying.
When all the internal organs are hollowed out, the person will naturally die.
Xu Daozi looked at the pale little girl in front of him and actually felt a little pity for her. It seemed that the little girl was not very old, with a fragile face and eyes as clear as a pool of spring water. She was very beautiful.
It’s a pity that such a person is going to die.
Xu Daozi slowly turned his gaze to Zhao Chaoshang who was beside him, raised his hand and slapped him on the forehead mercilessly, "Explain to me what's going on?!"
How could such a poisonous medicine be used on a weak little girl?
Zhao Chao hesitated, "Master, we'll talk about this later."
"Master, please stay." Zhao Nanyu called him.
Xu Daozi was not a patient person to begin with. He had been travelling all the way and was already exhausted, and he hadn't even had a rest yet. He was brought here by force, but it was said that he was invited, so naturally he didn't look in a good mood.
He was short-tempered and straightforward. He said, "I know what you want to ask. If you don't need to see a doctor, it means there is no cure. You can only live for two or three months at most."
If she could withstand wave after wave of pain, this poisoned girl could live for another three years. But looking at her delicate appearance, it doesn't look like she can hold on.
Most people who are struck by Tianqing will eventually commit suicide. No one can bear the pain day after day. And the excruciating pain would get worse day by day, and at that time, even breathing would become a torture.
Song Luan accepted the news calmly, but tears still fell without warning. Xu Daozi saw the little girl crying and coughed twice unnaturally.
Now that the words have been spoken, they can no longer be concealed.
Even though it was a bit cruel to her, but if she had known this earlier she would have been mentally prepared, right?
Zhao Nanyu’s fingers were clenched tightly together in his sleeves, his knuckles turned white, his thin lips moved, and he remained silent for a long time.
Song Luan wiped away her panicked tears. She had already realized that this was the fate of the original owner. Even though she was a time traveler, even if she knew her own plot in advance, she could not change it.
Powerless and at a loss.
Song Luan admitted that she was very afraid of death, but it was not impossible for her to face it calmly. Maybe if she died in this world, she could go back.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Song Luan felt at ease when she saw Zhao Nanyu's compassionate and painful eyes, and she said repeatedly.
Xu Daozi softened his heart and said, "Don't be sad, little girl. It's not just two or three months, but two years. You must seize the opportunity."
Two years, exactly the same time as the original book.
Song Luan had seen with his own eyes the written description of what those two years were like. It could be summed up in four words: excruciating pain.
Zhao Nanyu refused to believe a word of Xu Daozi's words. He still went around looking for a doctor for her and posted a notice offering a reward of a thousand gold coins. Song Luan just smiled when she knew about this. She was not discouraged, nor did she think that Zhao Nanyu was doing useless work. Even she herself was unwilling to give up easily before she died.
Unfortunately, no matter how much medicine I take, the effect is not as good as before.
The sorcerers and imperial doctors were all helpless. It was just as Xu Daozi had said, there was no cure.
Zhao Nanyu was too lazy to even pretend to be gentle and pleasant, and his temper became worse and worse.
Song Luan knew that he had been angry with her many times behind her back. His brows were always furrowed and he smiled less often. Zhao Nanyu would only smile when the two of them were together.
He would bring some little toys from outside every day to make her happy.
Song Luan slept less and less, and the dull pain in her body made it difficult for her to fall asleep. She hugged Zhao Nanyu's waist tightly and smelled the familiar scent on his body, which made her feel a little more comfortable.
Even when she fell asleep, she would always dream of Zhao Nanyu ruthlessly stabbing her through the heart with a knife.
She had a premonition that this scene in her dream would come true one day, and Zhao Nanyu would kill her in the end. What would be the reason? She couldn't guess it now.
The dagger was placed in Zhao Nanyu's study, at the upper right corner of the desk.
Seeing that she was unhappy, Zhao Nanyu invited her mother over, hoping to make her happier.
Aunt Lin looked at her daughter's pitiful and frail appearance, tears streaming down her face. She wiped her tears while scolding Zhao Nanyu, using harsh words, "That bastard! How dare you torture you like this? If your father and his family hadn't forbidden me, I would have taken you back long ago. What does our Song family want? Zhao Nanyu is just in power, otherwise I wouldn't be able to kill him."
Aunt Lin was indignant and spoke ill of Zhao Nanyu. Song Luan held her mother's hand and said coquettishly, "Mom, I'm hungry. Did you bring me anything delicious?"
"You're right. Zhao Nanyu is not a good person. I've been eating light food recently, and there's no oil in my mouth."
Aunt Lin said uncomfortably, "You are sick. It is good for your health to eat light food." She sighed and looked at Song Luan with loving eyes, "How could such a good daughter of mine be tortured like this in the Zhao family?!"
Even if she had to send her daughter to a nunnery, she shouldn't have married Zhao Nanyu.
Song Luan didn't know how to persuade her. Aunt Lin really loved her. Her eyes were swollen. She must have cried a lot during this period.
She sighed in her heart, feeling somewhat guilty, "Mom, let's not talk about those unhappy things. Let me tell you, Zhao Nanyu got me a snow-white cat from somewhere yesterday, but the cat didn't seem to like me and ran away secretly." At this point, she laughed softly, "Zhao Nanyu searched for it for most of the night, turning over every corner, but couldn't find it."
Aunt Lin said, "You have a broad mind."
It's already this late and she still has the leisure to care about a cat. Song Luan is a piece of flesh that fell out of her body. What she said to her now was just to make her stop worrying.
But Aunt Lin was worried. Her daughter was thin and looked bad, and she smelled of medicine, as if she had just been taken out of a medicine jar.
Thinking back to her daughter's former lively, bright, and charming appearance, Aunt Lin felt very sad. After all, she was right to scold Zhao Nanyu!
Aunt Lin was scolding Zhao Nanyu from beginning to end. In a nutshell, this man was not a good person.
She stopped cursing until her throat hurt. Song Luan covered her mouth and laughed secretly. Her lower back hurt when she laughed. She had no choice but to endure it. She held her waist and said, "Mom, please stop talking."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything."
Aunt Lin accompanied her for an entire afternoon and told her everything that happened in the Song Mansion. For example, her fifth sister, who had just come of age, entered the harem. The empress dowager personally selected her to enter the palace, and she seemed to be quite favored by the new emperor.
Her brother Song Heqing took a concubine, who was also a troublemaker and tried to sow discord between her brother and his wife.
Song Luan felt a headache after hearing this. She was still concerned about the fate of Miss Ayun. She hadn't seen Ayun for a long time. In the original book, the new emperor was a typical cold-hearted emperor.
It is good for an emperor to be ruthless to his country, but he is very cruel to his women.
Song Luan asked while eating melon seeds, "Brother, what's the matter with taking a concubine?"
Aunt Lin frowned, "That girl was originally the daughter of a criminal. Your brother saved her out of consideration for their old friendship. Who knew that so many things would happen later?"
"Sister-in-law must be very sad."
Just imagine if Zhao Nanyu took a concubine, she would also be very sad, and she felt a little sad thinking about it.
"That's right! She cried several times behind your brother's back and didn't dare let anyone know. Your sister-in-law is too soft-hearted and had to endure the bullying silently." Aunt Lin's tone suddenly became harsh, "If anyone dares to act arrogantly in front of me, I will kill her with a knife."
However, Aunt Lin still had a happy life in the Song Mansion.
Song Luan could only listen but could not help. Aunt Lin was not Song Heqing's biological mother, so it was even more impossible for her to control what happened in his room. As outsiders, they could only watch.
It was getting late, and Aunt Lin did not stay for dinner. She said that she didn't want to see Zhao Nanyu and felt annoyed when she saw him.
The gauze lamp emitted a warm light, but Song Luan thought it was not bright enough, so he got out of bed and lit two more lamps, filling the room with dim light.
It was another difficult night to fall asleep. Zhao Nanyu lay beside her with one arm around her shoulder. His voice was very pleasant when he spoke, and he was kind and gentle to the core. He tried hard to tell jokes to her.
Song Luan felt pain in her lower back and abdomen. She looked at him with her watery eyes and listened to him attentively. The jokes Zhao Nanyu told were really not funny, but Song Luan laughed when she saw how hard and seriously he tried to make her happy.
It was better not to laugh than to laugh. Her chest began to hurt. She covered her chest, took a breath, and complained softly, "Don't tell me jokes. I'm afraid I'll die if I can't catch my breath."
Zhao Nanyu hated to hear her say the word death and squeezed her shoulders tightly.
Song Luan closed her eyes and leaned in his arms, smiled, and said slowly: "I am very happy that my mother can come to see me today."
He didn't need to bother coaxing her anymore.
She is easy to coax and easily satisfied.
Zhao Nanyu spoke even less, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke. He must have had a very hard time these days.
Song Luan fell asleep every day, her body ached, and she also ached when she woke up. When she was unconscious, there was always a voice in her ear saying, "You can only be free if he kills you."
It lingers and becomes tiresome to listen to.
When he woke up, Song Luan still clearly remembered the words: death is a kind of relief.
She was barefoot. Every corner of the room was covered with expensive carpets, so she didn't feel cold at all when she walked on them. She walked slowly to the window, her eyes fixed on an unknown place.
[The boy was held tightly in his mother's arms. The woman's face turned blue, her body was cold, and her body gradually became stiff, but she still did not forget to protect her child. The cold wind and rain slapped her face. She handed the jade pendant to the boy with shaking hands, "Ayu, you must live well."]
[The boy has an extremely handsome face. Even wearing shabby clothes cannot hide his cold temperament. The man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks kicked him away fiercely, "Do you really think you are a young master? Even if you are recognized, you are just an unlovable evil child."]
【Zhao Nanyu! Who do you think you are? ! Are you worthy enough to touch me? ! 】
Song Luan remembered the description of Zhao Nanyu's miserable past in the book. Was he pitiful? It's pitiful.
Song Luan suddenly felt that she had been too persistent all along. If she could calmly accept the plot arranged in the original book, it would be fine to just die like that.
The pain in her chest became more and more acute. Xu Daozi really did not lie to her. She could only live for two or three months at most. Even if she didn't die, she would not be able to bear it and would stab herself to death.
Zhao Nanyu opened the door and saw the woman curled up against the window. He frowned and went forward to hug her. Song Luan opened her eyes tiredly and said softly, "Zhao Nanyu, I know you are the one who poisoned me."
The man's body suddenly froze, with thin bloodshot veins in his eye sockets. His eyes seemed to be red, but with the light behind him, it was unclear whether there were tears in his eyes.
Song Luan stared at him intently, raised her hand to pull off the hairpin on her head, placed it in his palm, and said with a smile: "Please give me a break."
It's been less than a month since the poison took effect, and she can't stand it anymore.
She was in pain whether she was awake or asleep.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes became extremely ferocious, almost hideous, at that moment.
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