The plot in the book has long been completely changed. The moment Song Luan was grabbed by Zhao Nanyu's wrist, she was actually very confused. She did not expect that she would be caught by Zhao Nanyu so quickly.
Gu Yan's brows twitched slightly. As a martial artist, he had excellent hearing. He heard the two words "Song Luan" clearly. His eyes were deep and puzzled. Wasn't that woman dead?
Zhao Nanyu pulled Song Luan behind him, shielding her face, and said slowly, "Master Gu, I'll take her away first."
As for the others, he didn't want to care about any of them.
Gu Yan did not stop her, his mission had been completed. The unreasonable woman behind Zhao Nanyu had nothing to do with him, and it didn't matter who she was. However, if she was really Song Luan, Gu Yan still remembered that his sister seemed to have a good relationship with her.
Gu Yan bowed and said, "Go slowly."
Song Luan felt that her wrist must have turned red. It really hurt to be held like this by him. She followed behind him and muttered softly, "Can you be gentler?"
Zhao Nanyu remained silent and threw the man into the carriage. He frowned and said to the driver in a cold voice, "Go back home."
Song Luan's hair was disheveled, and her jet-black hair fell casually on her shoulders, looking a little messy. She shrank silently in the corner, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible.
Ayun on the other side shivered, Gu Yan looked at her, "Miss, I'll take you there."
Ah Yun pointed at his dirty clothes and said, "Let me change before we go. He will definitely be unhappy if he sees me dirty."
Gu Yan looked at her carefully and said, "Hurry up, young lady."
Ah Yun was delighted, "Okay."
She ran back into the house and went out through the back door of the kitchen. The courtyard wall was short. When she was a child, she often took Li Han to climb the wall. This height was nothing to her.
Suddenly, a cold male voice came from behind, "Girl, I advise you to go back honestly. If the emperor waits too long, he will be even more angry."
Gu Yan didn't even let her change her clothes and took the dirty little girl back to the palace.
The atmosphere in the carriage was so depressing and dull that Song Luan felt like she was about to suffocate. She rolled her eyes and glanced cautiously in Zhao Nanyu's direction. This time, she happened to meet his dark eyes, and she was startled by being stared at.
Song Luan continued to shrink into the corner, as if it was too late to regret now, "Actually, I'm not... Song Luan, how about you let me off the carriage?"
Zhao Nanyu said nothing, approached her, stretched out his hand to carefully gather her scattered long hair, and then found a ribbon and tied her hair carefully.
Song Luan's hair was a little painful when he pulled it. She grimaced and said, "Let go. I don't like having my hair tied up."
Zhao Nanyu held her hand down, and the other hand holding her hair also exerted a little force. When he heard her gasp, he said, "Don't move."
This hoarse voice sounds scary and frightening.
Song Luan shuddered slightly and got goose bumps on her arms. She knew that Zhao Nanyu was really different from before.
The pretended tenderness no longer exists.
He is violent, tyrannical, scary and a psychopath.
After her messy hair was tied up, she finally looked less like a little crazy.
Zhao Nanyu's slender fingers slowly climbed up her cheek, revealing the obsession and madness in the depths of his black eyes. He murmured, "You're finally back."
Song Luan guessed that the young Taoist priest must have done a good deed for her to be able to travel back in time.
Song Luan was brought back to the Zhao family by Zhao Nanyu. She found that her original house seemed to be gone. Perhaps it was burned down just like the ending in the book.
Song Luan was in a strange room. She looked at Zhao Nanyu and mustered up her courage to ask, "Aren't you afraid?"
Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes, "What are you afraid of?"
"I've died before, don't you want to ask what happened?"
"In no mood."
"I'll tell you."
"Need not."
He didn't want to listen. Song Luan always used various reasons to achieve her goal of leaving him.
Song Luan felt that he was even more stubborn than before, and her head hurt a little. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she didn't want to tell him that this world was just a world in a book.
On the first night that Song Luan was taken back, nothing happened. Zhao Nanyu simply held her and slept all night. In the middle of the night, Song Luan felt a little breathless. She woke up with a red face and found that the man holding her was still awake and seemed to be looking at her all the time.
It was not until the next morning that Song Luan realized something was wrong. The door of the room was locked. She wanted to open the window, but found that it seemed to be nailed shut as well, making it completely airtight.
There was no light coming into the room, making it seem a little dim.
Song Luan was furious. She wanted to vent her anger but couldn't find anyone to vent it on. When Zhao Nanyu came into the room, she asked directly, "What do you mean by locking the windows and doors?"
Start playing captivity play? !
She is not sick and doesn't want to play.
Zhao Nanyu rubbed her face with a faint smile on his face, "A Yan told me that he had seen you, but you ran away smartly, so I think you probably don't want to come back."
Song Luan pointed to the wooden window that was nailed shut. "So you can just lock me up with a clear conscience?"
Zhao Nanyu frowned, thought about it seriously, and said slowly: "I think this is good."
Song Luan's ears turned red with anger, and her teeth were chattering, half out of fear and half out of shock. "You poisoned me to kill me, is it wrong for me to run away?"
Zhao Nanyu nodded, thought for a while, walked to the table, took out the dagger from the drawer, and put it in her hand, "I hurt you, stab me back."
Song Luan simply couldn't do it, they all knew it.
Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to be joking with her, "It's okay, I can do it myself, as long as you are satisfied."
"Don't be like this, it's boring."
She would really fall for the self-torture tactic.
Zhao Nanyu sighed, and his face, as bright as the moon, seemed full of sympathy. He asked: "Where do you want to go after leaving me? You have no money, no pass, and you don't even have an identity document. Where can you go?"
Song Luan stammered, "I can go find my mother."
Zhao Nanyu smiled slowly, the smile on his lips was extremely eye-catching, beautiful and bright. He said: "Have you forgotten? You are a dead person. Will your mother believe it? Won't they be scared to death? Won't they think you are a monster?"
Song Luan felt a chill on the back of her head, and waves of fear rose from the soles of her feet. She asked, "Just tell me."
Zhao Nanyu's eyes were full of compassion, as if he was really sad. He opened his mouth and said, "Except for me, no one in this world will treat you as the third daughter of the Song family. You have no identity and can't go anywhere."
"In their eyes, the real Third Miss Song has been burned to ashes by a fire."
Song Luan finally understood what he said. He put it in simple terms. She was now an illegal resident and could not do anything. If she appeared on the street openly, she would be afraid of being recognized by acquaintances.
"So what do you want? Lock me up forever?! Zhao Nanyu, can you please sober up a little?"
How come after her death, this man became even crazier?
Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes, "If you don't like it, I won't." He raised his eyes, looked at her with clear eyes, and continued: "I'm not concerned about you, I just want you to stay with me."
The tone of his voice was very pitiful.
Song Luan's temper had improved a lot, and he suppressed his anger, "Can you please remove the lock on the door and the wooden boards on the window?"
"no."
Song Luan's eyes widened. Even when Zhao Nanyu rejected her in the past, he would always beat around the bush and say a lot of nice things!
Woo woo woo, he has really changed.
Song Luan couldn't communicate with him and decided not to let him hug her that night.
Lying barefoot on the bed, Zhao Nanyu had just fallen asleep beside her, and she kicked him with her feet, mumbling, "I hate you, go away."
Not to mention, these words sounded like coquettishness coming out of her mouth.
Zhao Nanyu took the opportunity to pinch her white and tender feet, dragged her from the corner into his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Who do you hate?"
Song Luan took a deep breath and kicked him again rudely, "I hate you."
Zhao Nanyu unbuttoned her collar and leaned down. Her snow-white neck exuded a faint fragrance. He opened his mouth and bit her shoulder, laughing softly, "Go on."
Song Luan was so frightened that he dared not move. His toes curled up and his body tensed.
Zhao Nanyu had no intention of letting her go. His belt and clothes fell to the ground one by one. His chest was lean, with smooth lines and very powerful.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Isn't it okay for her to be afraid? ! ! Please, let her go.
Song Luan was trapped in his arms, unable to move, his face flushed red, and he moaned softly.
Zhao Nanyu's movements became more and more excessive, and his strength became more and more fierce, as if he wanted to make up for it all at once. Song Luan was sweating profusely, and beads of sweat slowly slid down her forehead. She whimpered and begged for mercy, "I don't hate you, I don't hate you, okay?! Be gentle."
"It's not easy."
Song Luan was like meat on the chopping board, being tortured over and over by him. She completely gave up her dignity and sobbed while acting like a spoiled child, "Wuwuwu, please forgive me. I was wrong, I was wrong."
The spring night was spent in the warm hibiscus tent, and the noises in the house gradually subsided in the second half of the night.
Song Luan was covered with a quilt, with her shoulders covered with bruises exposed, looking very pitiful.
She couldn't even move her fingers. She didn't know where Zhao Nanyu learned all these tricks from. She's so embarrassed!
Shameless stinky man.
When she woke up again, Song Luan opened her eyes and saw his extremely handsome face. She tilted her head and stared at him for a while, feeling empty in her heart.
Very peaceful.
So calm as if my heart will never be moved again.
Song Luan thought of what he did last night, and boldly poked his face with her finger, groaning, "Bad guy."
Seeing that he didn't wake up, she was still not satisfied and poked him again, "You bad guy, I won't pay attention to you!"
snort!
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