Zhao Nanyu tightly grasped the hairpin she handed him. The other end of the silver hairpin was sharp and could easily pierce a person's throat. He asked in a low voice, "When did you know?"
Song Luan said slowly, word by word: "It wasn't long, I was just guessing." She smiled and looked relaxed, "I feel so bad, please help me."
Zhao Nanyu hugged her, letting her stay in his arms, and gritted his teeth and said, "I won't."
This answer was expected. Song Luan had already guessed that he would not do anything. She just said "oh" and didn't say anything else.
She had other plans, but Zhao Nanyu seemed to have seen through her thoughts long ago. All the sharp objects around Song Luan were collected, leaving her no chance of death.
Song Luan was actually very timid and very afraid of pain. She originally did not have enough courage to commit suicide, but the piercing pain made her toss and turn, and she never felt comfortable for a moment. The urgent desire for relief gave her the courage to die.
She searched through all the boxes and cabinets and every corner, but couldn't find anything that could be used to commit suicide. Song Luan sat on the ground with disheveled hair and a depressed look on her face.
When Zhao Nanyu came in, she took the initiative to reach out and hug his neck, kissed him on the face, and whispered coquettishly: "Don't you feel sorry for me? I beg you."
Zhao Nanyu was indifferent. He carried her back to bed, covered her with a blanket, looked into her eyes, and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Song Luan was like a deflated balloon. Whenever Zhao Nanyu mentioned this matter in the past two days, she would deliberately ignore her and always avoid the topic. She kicked away the quilt and said, "I don't want to eat. I'd rather starve to death."
Starving to death is also a way to die, just not very dignified.
"Didn't you want to eat roast goose last time? Then let's eat this." He touched her hair and continued, "But don't eat it too spicy, otherwise you won't be able to bear it."
Song Luan swallowed his saliva in a cowardly manner. The words he had just silently thought about starving himself to death had already been eaten by the dog.
Zhao Nanyu tried everything, but Song Luan's condition didn't improve at all. It got worse and worse. She couldn't fall asleep without the calming soup, but if she drank the medicine, she often fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up.
Once, Song Luan slept for a whole day and hadn't woken up yet.
Zhao Nanyu's face looked extremely ugly at the time. He checked her breath with trembling hands, and fortunately, she was still breathing weakly.
After this time, he no longer allowed Song Luan to drink the calming soup.
Zhao Chao did send over some painkillers, and after taking the medicine for the first time, Song Luan was surprised to find that the pain was not so severe anymore.
But Zhao Nanyu didn't seem very happy either. This medicine couldn't cure the disease completely and its effectiveness was limited. If used too much, it would gradually become ineffective and the backlash was also extremely powerful.
As spring was about to pass, Zhao Wenyan's wedding date arrived as scheduled.
Song Luan ordered people to dress her up and put on beautiful new clothes. The exquisite makeup covered her tired look. Zhao Nanyu didn't want her to join in the fun, but Song Luan insisted, and it was rare for her to be so happy, so he turned a blind eye.
The Zhao Mansion had not been so lively for a long time. On the wedding day, many guests came.
Among them, Song Luan could count the number of people she recognized on her fingers.
After the wedding ceremony, the bride was led to the bridal chamber. As Zhao Wenyan's elder brother, Zhao Nanyu naturally could not leave and was busy dealing with people from all sides.
Zhao Wenyan looked quite decent in the red wedding dress, which softened his features and showed a hint of joy in the corners of his eyes.
He had both success in the imperial examination and a happy wedding night, so he was naturally happy.
Song Luan felt tired after watching the excitement for a while and yawned twice. The Third Madam said to her, "Are you tired? Go back and rest. I am enough for you here."
Song Luan forced her eyelids open, shook her head and said, "I can still hold on. I haven't seen the bridal chamber yet. I'll wait a little longer."
The third wife didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What's so interesting about the bridal chamber?"
It was her son’s wedding, and the Third Lady’s face was almost stiff from smiling that day, as she had to greet everyone who came and went with a smile.
Song Luan smiled, "I just think it's fun."
The Third Madam asked Song Luan to sit on the couch and ordered the maid to serve tea and water. Zhao Nanyu entrusted her to her today and she must not let anything happen to her or let her suffer.
She fanned herself and said, "I've told them all in advance that they are not allowed to make too much noise this year. I remember the year you and A-Yu got married, it was a big noise."
At the beginning, only a very few people knew the inside story of Song Luan and Zhao Nanyu's marriage. At the beginning, those cousins made a fuss in the bridal chamber, and were determined to make Zhao Nanyu, who was usually quiet and aloof, blush and get angry.
A few ignorant teenagers leaned against the door and eavesdropped.
The room was silent, and they began to whisper, "What's going on?"
"Cousin, you won't stay silent on your wedding night, right? It's ok that you don't talk much at other times, but why is he so silent at this moment?"
"Yes, yes, I have seen my cousin's wife's appearance with my own eyes. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a fairy from heaven. She is very beautiful."
After waiting for a while, they still heard no movement, so a brave man suggested, "How about we break down the door and give our cousins a scare?"
"You're going to die, what if they've already..."
"No, there can't be no sound at all, right?"
Several pairs of black eyes looked around and finally nodded, "I'll count down, three, two, one!"
A few frivolous young men pushed open the door of the bridal chamber. A group of people were laughing and pushing each other. Just as I was about to say something, I looked up and saw the two newlyweds sitting on each side of the room, neither looking at each other nor paying any attention to each other.
Their cousin was sitting at the desk by the window, holding a brush in his hand, his head down, writing something.
The new sister-in-law had already changed out of her wedding dress and put on a scarlet dress. She sat upright with her back straight at the round table. She remained calm when she saw them and continued to eat.
The boys found that their new sister-in-law seemed like a cold beauty. She refused to smile and her eyes were as cold as those of their cousin.
The young and ignorant boy rushed forward and said, "Cousin, why are you so far away from my sister-in-law? If we can't see what we want to see, we won't leave tonight."
Zhao Nanyu frowned and said, "Don't make trouble."
"Hey, hey, hey, that won't do. I can't let you get your wish so easily today."
Zhao Nanyu's brows knitted deeper. After thinking carefully, he felt helpless. "Then what do you want?"
The young men were also aware of the strange atmosphere in the bridal chamber, and they didn't dare to make too much noise. "We want to see our cousin and his wife drink the wedding wine!"
Zhao Nanyu walked up to Song Luan with a cold face, sat down slowly, filled two glasses of wine with his own hands, and said in a calm voice: "Come on."
Song Luan suppressed her anger and drank the glass of wine with him.
"We've already drunk some wine, but you still have to give me a kiss!"
With a "bang", Song Luan pressed the empty wine glass hard on the table and sneered, showing considerable dissatisfaction.
"Okay, stop making trouble and get out." Zhao Nanyu said lightly.
Everyone retreated from the house in embarrassment. After closing the door, I could still hear a quarrel coming from the bridal chamber.
"Zhao Nanyu, what do you mean?! Are you trying to humiliate me!?"
Song Luan listened to what the Third Madam said and chuckled twice. It turned out that this same thing happened when they got married.
"Girls are thin-skinned, so you really can't make a scene too harshly."
"That's right. My daughter-in-law seems to be timid, well-behaved and sensible. As long as she has A Yan in her heart and treats him well, I will feel relieved."
Song Luan didn't get to see the bridal chamber as she wished, so Zhao Nanyu got out of the lobby and came over, "It's getting late, go back and rest."
"Hey, don't be so cold-hearted. Wait until I have seen enough fun before you go back."
"no."
Song Luan stamped her feet in anger. She was extremely sleepy just now, but she managed to hold on. But when she was no longer sleepy, Zhao Nanyu wanted to drag her back.
It's so annoying.
"I won't leave. If you can, carry me back."
Zhao Nanyu didn't say much. He held her legs, carried her on his shoulders, and carried her back to his room.
Song Luan complained, "You are so rude! I hate you so much."
Zhao Nanyu held down her misbehaving hand and said, "Well, I'm rude."
Song Luan grabbed a handful of hair and said angrily, "I haven't seen what the bride looks like yet."
Hiding under the red veil, nothing can be seen.
Zhao Nanyu half-knelt in front of her and took off her shoes and socks for her. "You will be able to see it tomorrow."
The new daughter-in-law is coming to meet people.
Song Luan was speechless. After drinking the medicine, he rolled up the quilt and turned his back to him. He didn't feel tired at first, but he fell into a deep sleep not long after lying on the bed.
The next day, the bride came to offer tea,
Zhao Wenyan's wife was also beautiful, a graceful young girl with bright eyes and white teeth, and she was well-behaved and polite.
The little girl timidly called her "Second Sister-in-law", and she responded and handed over the big red envelope that she had prepared in advance.
The third wife sat aside and coughed twice, then asked, "Were you tired last night?"
The girl blushed and replied, "No." She quickly explained, "It's my husband who understands me."
She is too young, having just reached the age of 15.
The third wife was very open-minded and thought that if the marriage was not consummated, then it was not consummated. Neither of them is very old, so just take it slow.
Ruan Sheng looked at Song Luan cautiously. His second sister-in-law was as beautiful as her reputation said.
Song Luan also noticed her gaze, and met her eyes unexpectedly, and smiled at her mischievously, "I look good, right? That's why you keep staring at me."
Ruan Sheng was caught on the spot and her face turned red with embarrassment.
Song Luan thought, this sister-in-law is so cute. Who doesn't like cute girls? No one. No wonder even a bad-tempered and arrogant boy like Zhao Wenyan couldn't help but feel pity for her.
Song Luan and Ruan Sheng got along well, and it seemed that Ruan Sheng liked her quite a bit, often going to her room to talk to her and keep her company. She was in a good mood.
However, Zhao Chao's painkillers were no longer effective. The pain in his chest only lasted for less than half a month before it came back again, and this time the pain was a hundred times worse than before.
Song Luan could no longer get out of bed, and Zhao Nanyu did not allow anyone else to see her. He stayed by her bed alone, wiping her sweat with a handkerchief.
She couldn't sleep all night. Living became a torment, just like the scene she had dreamed of before, except that the woman lying on the bed was her.
When Ruan Sheng finally came to see her, Song Luan looked pale and like she would collapse at any moment. She leaned against the pillow and it took a lot of effort to talk to her. The more she exerted strength, the more pain she felt.
Her eyes were already wet, "Shengsheng, can you do me a favor?"
"You say."
"Next time you come, bring a knife for me, okay?" Zhao Nanyu refused to kill her, but she didn't want to suffer.
Ruan Sheng shook her head desperately with tears in her eyes.
Song Luan forced out an ugly smile, "Look at me now, living is even more painful. I don't want to lie to you, I want this knife because I want to die." She added: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree."
She didn't want to make things difficult for Ruan Sheng, but she had no other options.
Ruan Sheng cried and was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.
Zhao Nanyu walked in at this time, without even looking at Ruan Sheng, and directly asked her to go out.
Song Luan felt a little regretful. She was afraid that she would never see Ruan Sheng again.
"Don't take your anger out on her."
"If she really brings you a knife, I will kill her myself."
She knew that Zhao Nanyu always did what he said.
Song Luan was in so much pain at night that he opened his mouth and bit his flesh hard. There were already several teeth marks on Zhao Nanyu's wrist, but he was a monster who was not afraid of being bitten.
"I can't sleep, I can't do it anymore, please let me die." Song Luan was sweating profusely from the pain, staring at him with red eyes, and the words she said in her unconsciousness were extremely hurtful, "I hate you, why do I have to endure this? Just give me a break!"
Zhao Nanyu hit her on the back of the neck, and only then could Song Luan sleep well.
His heart had long been numbed by the pain.
Song Luan was getting thinner and thinner, and it hurt to hold her in my arms. She couldn't eat much every day. Now even if you gave her a knife, it would be useless because she had lost the strength to commit suicide.
She leaned in Zhao Nanyu's arms, breathing weakly, "Zhao Nanyu, please be kind to me. It's better to die than to live like this. Just treat it as a good deed, okay?"
"Don't you like me? You must be lying to me. Can you bear to see the person you like suffer this kind of torture?"
Song Luan didn't want to cry, but she was so miserable that she couldn't control her tears and they kept pouring out.
She tilted her neck back and placed a soft kiss on his lips, "Okay?"
"You were the one who poisoned me, so what's the point of regretting it?! Can you just kill me?"
Zhao Nanyu couldn't breathe, his head ached dully, his eyes were sore, and he couldn't utter a word.
After saying these words, Song Luan fainted again in pain. When she woke up again, it was already dusk. The door opened with a creak, and Zhao Nanyu walked in holding Shi Ge'er's hand.
At that moment, Song Luan felt relieved, for she knew that Zhao Nanyu had decided to let her go.
Zhao Nanyu let go of Shige'er and said in a hoarse voice, "Go talk to your mother."
Shi Ge'er's eyes were red and swollen, and it looked like he had been crying for a while. Song Luan held him and said, "You have grown taller again."
Shi Ge'er wanted to hug her but didn't dare to touch her. His black and white eyes stared at his mother stubbornly, afraid that he would never see his mother again if he closed his eyes.
The only thing that made Song Luan feel relieved was probably Shi Ge'er, as he didn't lose a leg because of him.
"Study hard and don't ignore people all the time. Don't be like your father. You are not cute when you have a stern face."
"mother……"
"Also, although I want you to study hard, I don't want you to become a nerd. You still have to make some playmates. Our Shi Ge'er is so cute, there must be a lot of people who like him." Song Luan said slowly.
Shi Ge'er cried, and Song Luan wiped his tears with her sleeve, "Don't cry, mother still loves you the most."
She didn't have the energy to continue speaking, so Zhao Nanyu called Nanny Lin over and asked her to carry Shi Ge'er downstairs. The moment the door was closed, the last ray of light was also shut out.
Zhao Nanyu took two steps forward, supported Song Luan's back and helped him up.
Song Luan leaned lazily on his chest with a peaceful expression.
The man pulled a dagger from his sleeve and held the handle, shaking slightly.
Song Luan closed her eyes lightly, breathing weakly, "I don't blame you."
Just like the scene she had dreamed of countless times, Zhao Nanyu would stab her heart with a knife. The plot never spared her even a little bit.
In a trance, Song Luan felt crystal clear water drops falling on her cheeks.
The warm light shone on his fair face, and a tear flashed across his face.
He held her tightly with his arms and sighed, "It will be fine soon."
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