Erbao’s full-month banquet was very lively. The guests who came and went were all shrewd people and never mentioned anything about the past.
The first and second branches of the Zhao family sent gifts, but no one came.
Song Luan didn't care whether they came or not. Compared to when he was just born, the second baby became much more lively. It was hard to tell who this child looked like. He liked to laugh and grinned when he saw people.
On the full moon day, Song Luan held the child tightly and hardly let go. The baby babbled a little, but soon became sleepy and still wanted to sleep.
Zhao Nanyu carried the child into the house and let her sit down and have a good rest. She had just come out of confinement and should not be overworked.
Song Luan listened to him obediently and sat in the room for a while. He was the one who entertained the guests outside, so she didn't need to worry about anything at all.
Quite a few people from the Song family came, including the unmarried sister and the brother and sister-in-law. Aunt Lin sat with them in the room for a while.
When Aunt Lin saw that her daughter had grown a little fatter, her mood improved a little, and her prejudice against Zhao Nanyu was reduced.
"Luanbao, do you still want to go home?"
Song Luan shook her head, "I won't go back."
Zhao Nanyu didn't let her go back! Crying with anger.
Song Luan didn't hate Zhao Nanyu because she remembered what happened several lifetimes ago. She couldn't empathize with the scenes in her dream. Those things were so distant that she thought she was just a passerby.
Aunt Lin sighed, "I guessed it."
Over the long years, all the deep love and deep hatred can be resolved.
But Zhao Nanyu's deep possession could not be shaken by just a few words.
Song Luan lowered her eyes and looked at the baby sleeping sweetly in the cradle, so be it.
Zhao Nanyu treated her very well and she had no other choice.
Later in the evening, most of the guests had left.
Zhao Nanyu returned to the room with a faint smell of alcohol. He couldn't drink much, and after two glasses of wine he felt a little dizzy.
He sat next to the cradle, holding a rattle in his hand, and shook it in front of the baby.
Song Luan hurried forward and held his hand to prevent him from moving. She said unhappily, "Erbao is still sleeping. You will wake him up!"
Zhao Nanyu stared at her with his dark eyes and said, "I'm drunk."
She couldn't argue with a drunk man.
His fair cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes were a little hazy.
Song Luan wanted to snatch the rattle from his hand, but the man was unwilling to let go and held on tightly.
Song Luan was helpless, "Erbao was woken up and you couldn't comfort him."
Zhao Nanyu reluctantly put down the rattle, but unfortunately the child had been woken up by him. Fortunately, the child did not cry. He opened his big eyes and looked at his parents curiously.
Song Luan complained, "Look what I said, you woke him up so you can play with him."
Zhao Nanyu's drunkenness had dissipated a little. He picked up the child and gently pulled the corner of the child's mouth. Then he turned around aggrievedly and said to Song Luan, "He didn't even smile at me."
No, my second child usually likes to laugh a lot.
Song Luan swallowed the words silently, "Erbao may be tired."
Zhao Nanyu was still determined to do it, and continued to talk, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal. "Except for eating and sleeping, how can he be tired? It's obvious that he just doesn't want to smile at me."
"Then don't tease him!"
Erbao was made to cry by his father. When he cried, Song Luan looked at Zhao Nanyu unhappily, "Don't tease him next time!"
Erbao stopped crying only after he returned to his mother's arms. At night, the three of them slept in one bed. Song Luan was afraid that the child would get bumped, so she let him sleep in the middle.
The child was always hungry in the middle of the night, and Zhao Nanyu was reluctant to bother her, so when the child woke up, she took him to the cubicle to let the wet nurse feed him, and simply let the wet nurse take care of him.
Song Luan was held in his arms in a daze. She didn't react much in her sleep. She moaned twice and then fell asleep.
As the child grows up, he becomes more active. Although he cannot crawl yet, he will turn over by himself if put on the bed.
However, the baby often gets stuck halfway through turning over, and after trying several times he still cannot turn over, so he starts crying to attract the attention of adults.
When Zhao Nanyu saw his son crying, he didn't know how to comfort him. He just stood by and watched him cry with a smile on his face. He had to wait until Song Luan came in and glared at him fiercely before he pretended to pick up the child.
Song Luan also knew that this father and son did not get along well.
Every time Erbao was held by Zhao Nanyu, he liked to pull his hair with his little hands. Only at this time would Erbao be willing to smile at his father.
Erbao looks like Song Luan, and his eyes are most like hers. He has a sweet smile that warms people's hearts.
Although Zhao Nanyu usually disliked this kid, he still liked his silly smiling face very much, otherwise he would not have been so happy to have him smile at him.
However, since they had a child, the couple had not been intimate for a long time. Zhao Nanyu was not a saint, and he was always eager to make a move, but he could never find the right opportunity.
When I got home that day, I saw my second baby sleeping soundly in the cradle.
He grabbed Song Luan's hand and led her to the bed. Her delicate body was locked in his arms. Her face turned red and she hesitated, "Let's change rooms. I always feel that the child will wake up."
Zhao Nanyu smiled disdainfully, "He is sleeping like a pig and won't wake up."
He had been patient for a long time and could not wait any longer. He roughly undressed her, put his hands on the back of her neck, lowered his head and bit her snow-white neck, deliberately leaving red marks on it.
Song Luan had long discovered that Zhao Nanyu liked to bite her, which was simply disgusting.
I have to say, her intuition was amazingly accurate. Erbao suddenly started crying, as if he was making trouble on purpose.
Song Luan couldn't help but push the man away, but Zhao Nanyu quickly grabbed the belt and tied her wrists.
Song Luan's face turned even redder, burning hot!
Zhao Nanyu is the best at playing, he can even tie people up!
The man quickly stood up, picked up the crying child, opened the door, and threw him directly to the maid, saying coldly: "Give it to the nurse, stay away from this room."
What a spoiler of a little bastard.
Song Luan was absent-minded, still worrying about the child, "Let me go, Erbao is crying so hard, they can't comfort her without me."
Zhao Nanyu directly blocked her mouth.
He never asked whether the child or he was more important in Song Luan's heart. He already knew the answer.
He is already content with the peaceful and stable life now.
Of course, Song Luan thought so too.
In the blink of an eye, the second baby is already six months old.
Song Luan seldom went out since she became pregnant, and she hasn't gone out at all since she gave birth. Zhao Nanyu didn't want her to focus all her attention on the child, so he took her to a restaurant to watch an opera that night.
Song Luan didn't want to go yet, "Just the two of us?"
Zhao Nanyu buttoned her clothes for her and said, "Don't even think about it. I will never bring the child with me."
"Okay."
If he doesn’t want to bring it, then don’t bring it. He can do whatever he wants.
The clothes Song Luan wore were all picked by Zhao Nanyu. If she hadn't worn her hair in a bun, people would have mistaken her for a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.
A couple with good looks will attract everyone's attention whenever they go out.
Along the street, many girls looked at Zhao Nanyu with blushing faces and whispered to each other.
Song Luan stood beside him, holding his hand tightly, so naturally she couldn't avoid those gazes. She smiled and said, "You are quite popular among the girls. They can't take their eyes off you."
"There are quite a few people watching you."
Song Luan smiled brightly and proudly, "Because I am also good-looking."
Zhao Nanyu was really going to be pissed off by her.
After listening to the opera, just as she left the restaurant, Song Luan's eyes blurred and she felt as if she saw the charlatan. She looked around but couldn't find him.
Zhao Nanyu squeezed her hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Luan shook her head, thinking she had seen it wrong, "Nothing, I saw the wrong person."
Zhao Nanyu lowered her eyes and said, "Let's go back."
"good."
After that day, Zhao Nanyu suddenly fell ill.
Song Luan didn't take it seriously at first, thinking it was just a minor cold and would get better after taking medicine for two days.
But Zhao Nanyu's complexion became worse day by day. If you didn't check his breathing, you would almost think he was dying.
Song Luan touched his chest, feeling as if something was blocking it and he felt uncomfortable.
Zhao Nanyu didn't allow her to go there, so she stayed in her room and really didn't go there.
The new emperor did send a number of imperial doctors to see him, but they all shook their heads and left, saying there was nothing they could do.
If you can't tell what the symptoms are, you won't know where to start.
Song Luan was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night. She got out of bed without even having time to put on her socks. She put on her shoes and rushed into the room where Zhao Nanyu lived with her hair disheveled.
The room was dark and there was no light.
Song Luan rushed to his bedside, looked at him with a pale and weak face, and dry eyes, she asked: "Are you really going to die?"
She rarely saw Zhao Nanyu so weak, as if he couldn't even speak.
"Maybe." Zhao Nanyu forced a smile and asked, "Luanbao, will you cry for me once?"
Song Luan frowned, her eyes were still dry. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't squeeze out any tears.
She grabbed his hand randomly, "Why are you dying all of a sudden?"
Zhao Nanyu was in a daze, and he recalled that day when he came out of the restaurant, he saw the mysterious Taoist priest.
They had only talked in dreams before.
After sending Song Luan home, Zhao Nanyu found that person again.
He wanted Song Luan's complete soul back.
He will have to bear all the consequences himself.
The man nodded in agreement.
Then he began to get sick, but he wasn't dying yet.
All the information was revealed to Song Luan by Zhao Nanyu on purpose. This man never forgot to scheme against others even when he was sick.
Zhao Nanyu comforted her, "Luanbao, I'll sleep for a while."
Song Luan felt very uncomfortable. She thought she would not be moved, but when she saw that Zhao Nanyu was about to die, she wanted to cry and wanted to grab him and cry loudly.
"No! You are not allowed to sleep."
Song Luan didn't even realize her face was wet. She wiped it and said, "I'll go find a doctor for you."
The vulgar self-torture trick turned out to be really useful. Zhao Nanyu pressed Song Luan on himself and kissed the corner of her mouth. She smiled so beautifully with bright eyes, "Luanbao, I am very happy."
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