Song Luan could actually remember some things. Those things were fragmentary and long in her dreams, but she couldn't remember them clearly every time she woke up. Her head hurt when she thought too much. Over time, Song Luan was unwilling to think about it any further.
Maybe because she doesn't see outsiders often, Song Luan is a little dependent on Zhao Nanyu now. It's late autumn and the weather is cold, so she always has to hug him at night, with her whole body arched in his arms, and she can only fall asleep holding him warmly. In fact, as long as Zhao Nanyu doesn't force her to say that she likes him, Song Luan feels that it would be pretty good to live like this.
However, Song Luan clearly noticed Zhao Nanyu's silence in the past few days. He didn't talk much every day, so the two of them often had nothing to say when they stayed in the same room.
Song Luan could no longer tell whether this was a world in a book or not. In fact, it didn't matter because she couldn't go back to the modern era.
In the book, Zhao Nanyu, after becoming a powerful official with omnipotent power, was only concerned with fighting for power and was not very interested in women. He would return home from the palace very late every day and would hardly say a few words to the former heroine all day long.
Song Luan felt that she had not seen a man other than Zhao Nanyu for a long time. In the past, his advisers or students would come to her house to discuss things.
Song Luan still remembered the elegant and handsome scholar who passed by the window that day, but she didn't miss him so much.
After Zhao Nanyu vomited blood this time, he obviously stayed in her room longer and hugged her all day long. The long-lost fear surged into Song Luan's heart. She felt that Zhao Nanyu's possessiveness had reached its peak, and she was reluctant to let her leave his side.
However, Zhao Nanyu has already agreed to let her meet his brother, but this is conditional. He will teach her how to write, and she can only meet him if she writes well.
Song Luan could not recognize all the complex fonts of this dynasty, which were as difficult to understand as seal script and complicated to write. She could only recognize the simple ones. On weekdays, she only read picture books with not many words.
Therefore, Song Luan still has a headache when it comes to practicing calligraphy.
However, it was still very pleasing to watch the elegant Zhao Nanyu standing quietly by the window writing or reading. The window pane was propped up, and the golden sunlight rushed to sprinkle on his face as bright as the moon. He was wearing a crescent-colored robe, a jade crown to tie his hair, his facial features were delicate, and a green sachet was tied around his waist.
This sachet was embroidered by Song Luan. Her embroidery skills were terrible, so the sachet was naturally not very well embroidered. When Zhao Nanyu took it out, she even lost her temper and said that it would embarrass him, but he didn't care at all.
Zhao Nanyu raised his head and waved to her, "Come here, I will teach you how to write."
Song Luan ran to him happily and was held in his arms. His large and warm palms tightly wrapped around her small hands, and he taught her to write stroke by stroke.
Song Luan turned his head slightly and asked curiously: "How do you pronounce this word?"
Zhao Nanyu avoided answering and asked her instead, "Do you remember how to write it?"
Song Luan shook his head and answered truthfully: "No."
How could she remember it after just one time?
In a trance, Song Luan always felt that they seemed to have had such a quiet and leisure time before. He taught her calligraphy step by step. She didn't know what she said, which made him laugh.
On second thought, it seemed like this was just something she had imagined.
Zhao Nanyu taught her over and over again patiently. Song Luan's wrist was already sore, and she wanted to throw the pen down and say she didn't want to practice anymore.
But thinking about Shi Ge'er, he suppressed his temper.
During this short period of time, Zhao Nanyu only taught her less than ten words in total. To her great shame, Song Luan didn't recognize a single one.
Zhao Nanyu was very fierce when he taught people to read. If she wrote incorrectly or couldn't remember, he would hit her palm with a ruler. Although the force was just like tickling, Song Luan still felt ashamed and accused him of bullying her with tears in her eyes.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes darkened, "What kind of bullying is this?"
Song Luan stretched out her slightly red palm in front of him and said, "Look, my hand is swollen."
Zhao Nanyu pursed her lips and chuckled, then took her hand and said, "I'll go find some ointment for you to apply."
After applying the medicine, Song Luan still seemed dissatisfied, with her cheeks puffed up. Zhao Nanyu handed her the ruler and said, "Go ahead and hit me back. This will make you feel better."
Song Luan really took the ruler and hit his palm twice, but she didn't dare to use force, let alone go any further.
The two of them ended up on the bed while fooling around. Song Luan had no idea what happened next. When she came to her senses, she had already been thrown onto the bed.
A vigorous man has extremely strong energy. Zhao Nanyu has been particularly keen on this matter these days.
Song Luan's belt had come loose, her long hair was scattered in disorder, her cherry lips were slightly open, her chest was rising and falling, sweat was beading on her forehead, and her small, white ears were slightly red.
Zhao Nanyu placed his hands on both sides of her, staring at her with eyes as deep as a cold pond.
Song Luan felt that he wanted to eat her. She belatedly covered her chest and said, "It's broad daylight. Have some shame."
Zhao Nanyu said yes while throwing her belt down on the bed. Song Luan grabbed his hand to stop him from moving and said sweet words to him, "Master Zhao, this is very harmful to your health. You need to be restrained and controlled."
Zhao Nanyu's hand slowly moved down to her lower abdomen, and gently stroked it with his warm palm. He smiled softly, and almost bit her earlobe as he said, "Luanbao, let's have another child."
Song Luan felt his whole body soften when he heard the word "Luanbao", and the sound coming out of his mouth was as sweet as honey.
It turns out that Zhao Nanyu wants a child.
But Song Luan still couldn't forget the pain she felt when she had a miscarriage. The overwhelming despair made it hard for her to breathe.
Song Luan shrank back and said in a low voice, "I'm a little scared."
Zhao Nanyu felt a pain in his heart, and kissed the corner of her lips with pity, and whispered: "It's all my fault. I won't let you get hurt this time. Let's have a child."
She is in good health, free from any disaster or illness, and something like that will never happen again.
Every time Zhao Nanyu thought of her lying in his arms with a pale face and his palms stained with her blood, he felt pain every time he thought of it.
Everything that happened today was the result of the sins he had committed in the past. He could not blame anyone else but himself for his greed.
Song Luan bit her lip, lowered her head and said nothing, still unwilling.
Zhao Nanyu smiled and said, "Maybe you are already pregnant with our child now."
After working hard for such a long time, there will always be rewards.
Song Luan stared at him and said seriously, "You obviously don't like children that much."
"A child is as noble as his mother. I will love any child you give birth to."
Song Luan covered her mouth and laughed secretly, "You can even say sweet words now."
I used to scare and threaten her.
From the evening until completely dark, the low moans came one after another. The maid guarding the door outside blushed and her heart beat fast. The beautiful girl in the room was tormented like this for several days and nights in a row. I don't know if her small body can bear it. It's really hard for her.
After a long time, the candle in the room was lit, and the man put on a coat and opened the door. His expression was slightly cold, and he said two words: "Prepare water."
The maid bowed and went to the kitchen to fetch some hot water.
Song Luan felt very comfortable being served by Zhao Nanyu. She leaned in the bathtub with her eyes closed and did nothing. After drying her after the bath, he took out clean clothes and put them on her, then carried her back to the bed and tucked in the quilt for her.
If one day Song Luan also remembered the past, she would probably still hate him.
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