Song Luan has been taking care of Shi Ge'er day and night these days, and she has really exhausted herself. Even her carefully dressed up makeup can't hide the haggardness on her face, and there is a sense of depression between her brows.
Zhao Nanyu let go of her wrist and scanned her face carefully. He said coldly with a sullen face, "You are not in good health either. You should let the servants take care of the child."
Song Luan forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. I just shook a little bit. It's nothing serious."
Zhao Nanyu didn't believe what she said. He felt guilty and couldn't bear to see her worrying about the child's illness all day long. Zhao Nanyu now just wanted to take care of Song Luan's health and couldn't bear to see her do anything wrong.
He stretched out his hand, and his cool fingertips slowly slid across her pale cheek. He gently gathered up her scattered hair with his fingers, and advised her in a gentle voice: "I know you are worried about Shi Ge'er, but you don't want him to get better, and you are sick again. If Shi Ge'er knew, he would be very upset. This child is very thoughtful, and he won't tell you even if he is upset."
Song Luan rubbed her wrist which was pinched by him, stared at her toes, and did not answer him.
In addition to being tired, she also felt vaguely uncomfortable these days, with chest tightness, shortness of breath, and some pain in her heart, which were very similar to the symptoms she had when she fainted for the first time. It was also her fault that she didn't take enough medicine in the past few days.
Only now did Song Luan reluctantly admit that he had really become a sickly person and could not survive without medicine. She didn't even raise her head, and said in a low voice, "That's fine, you can find a reliable nanny to look after Shige'er."
Zhao Nanyu heard the unhappiness in her words, pinched her chin and lifted her face up. Whether Song Luan was happy or not could be clearly seen from the expression on her face. Her mouth was pouted, she looked dejected, and even her words became less.
He sighed and said, "Aluan, it's not that I don't want you to be close to the child, I'm just worried about your health."
Song Luan herself didn't know, but he knew that the "Tianqing" in her body was not so easy to control or cure.
Even with his eyes closed, Zhao Nanyu could still recall the scene when he opened his mouth to ask Zhao Chao for poison. At that time, he did not care about the life and casually asked Zhao Chao for the most torturous medicine.
Zhao Chao picked and chose from the cupboard, found a small red bottle and threw it to him. Back then, Zhao Chao smiled and said that he was cruel enough.
At that time, Zhao Nanyu even took this word as a compliment. He thought of everything Song Luan had done and just wanted to torture her slowly instead of killing her all at once, which would be too boring.
Karma will be repaid with retribution, and even he cannot escape it.
Song Luan looked at Zhao Nanyu with complicated eyes. She suddenly felt that Zhao Nanyu was really worried about her this time, and not for any other reason. This kind of care is very useful to Song Luan. In fact, Zhao Nanyu can still give her enough sense of security at critical moments.
Song Luan recalled the last time she was in the palace, she was in excruciating pain and was really afraid that she would die from the pain. But the moment he hugged me, the fear that had been growing in my heart gradually subsided.
She was held in his arms, he coaxed her softly, and she cried unrestrainedly in his arms. All her grievances and anxieties were relieved.
"Well, I didn't think much about it." Song Luan looked at him straight with a sincere tone.
Zhao Nanyu was rarely seen today wearing a scarlet round-necked, narrow-sleeved robe with an exquisite pattern embroidered in the middle and a jade belt around his waist. His jet-black hair was tied up high, revealing his extremely handsome facial features. At sunset, dim golden light shone through the window panes, and the fine rays of light fell on his delicate face, making his originally jade-white face almost white and transparent.
The male lead's beauty is unquestionable. Song Luan was stunned several times. This time, perhaps she was also tempted by Zhao Nanyu's beauty. Song Luan was like a ghost. She stood on tiptoe and pecked his lips lightly. Her face flushed slightly. "I know you are worried about me. Thank you."
After Song Luan took the initiative to kiss him, her face turned red, and she sat down and pretended to drink a glass of water.
Zhao Nanyu's fingers stroked the place where she had pecked him, his eyes curved with a smile. He licked his lips and stared at her with narrowed eyes, "One more kiss."
Song Luan turned away and pretended not to hear.
She was just seduced by the beauty just now.
It was a rare occasion that Song Luan took the initiative, so Zhao Nanyu stopped while he was ahead and did not continue to force her.
The weather was gradually getting cooler, the autumn wind was blowing, the ground in the courtyard was covered with golden leaves, and the windows of the inner room were tightly closed, not a single breeze could get in.
Shi Ge'er's condition began to improve, but Song Luan's complexion was still as pale as before. He only felt a little better after taking tonic medicine.
As a result, Song Luan no longer dared to stop taking the medicine easily. Now her body was like a bottomless pit that could only be filled continuously.
The chest tightness and shortness of breath problem never appeared after taking the medicine. His face remained pale, but other than that, Song Luan did not notice any other discomfort.
Other people in the house also knew that Shi Ge'er was ill, and the first and second wives had come to visit him.
Mrs. Zhao San only had time to come and see Shi Ge'er after Zhao Wenyan returned to the academy. Although she never liked to interfere in the affairs of Zhao Nanyu and his wife, Shi Ge'er was still her grandson, and she certainly couldn't help but ask about him when he was sick.
Moreover, Mrs. Zhao San still likes the good boy Shi Ge'er very much. Some other children in the mansion are cuter and better at acting coquettish than him, but none of them are as good-looking as him.
And Shige is the most sensible one. He never makes noise or cries, and never makes adults upset.
Madam Zhao San picked out a lot of precious supplements from her warehouse and was surprised to see Song Luan's weak appearance. Didn't he look fine a few days ago? Why do you look so haggard again?
Mrs. Zhao San thought silently for a while, remembering that they had been very loving to each other recently, and Zhao Nanyu was young and energetic. Maybe Song Luan had been teased by Nanyu a lot in bed, and coupled with her worry about Shi Ge'er's illness, Song Luan had lost weight.
She felt that as the nominal mother of the two, she had to say some things. She took Song Luan's hand and said kindly, "Aluan, although I am happy to see you two having a sweet time together, you can't indulge Ayu in everything. If he does something wrong, you have to persuade him."
Song Luan was confused. "Huh?"
Mrs. Zhao San saw the confused expression on her face, coughed twice, and whispered in her ear: "You can't indulge him in everything just because he coaxes you a few words in bed. You have to know how to control yourself."
Song Luan's face turned red and her neck became thick, and she looked quite embarrassed. She replied: "I know. Thank you mother for reminding me."
There's nothing she can do! Zhao Nanyu is a beast in bed! Forget about persuading him to restrain himself. As long as she made a sound, Zhao Nanyu's actions would only become more and more ferocious, and he would not listen to what she said at all.
The more Madam Zhao San looked at Song Luan, the more she liked him. After the child grew up, everything about him suited her wishes. She patted the back of Song Luan's hand and said with concern, "While you are taking care of Shi Ge'er, don't be too harsh on yourself. You already suffered a lot when you gave birth to Shi Ge'er, so you can't be careless anymore."
Song Luan was still very moved after hearing her words. The Third Lady in front of him was not the same as described in the original book. In the book, she is a cold woman who only has her own son in her eyes and heart, and doesn't care about anything about Zhao Wenyan.
As the two were talking, there was a loud bang from the inner room, as if something had fallen to the ground.
Song Luan lifted the curtain and hurried in. It turned out that Shi Ge'er had woken up. The child might want to put on his clothes by himself, but when he raised his hand, he accidentally knocked over the candlestick on the table.
Song Luan breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't fall to the ground. He walked over to pick up the candlestick for him and said with a smile, "You're awake."
Shige'er had just woken up with a red face. He nodded, "Mother, I...I was careless."
Song Luan was amused. She carried him down from the bed and put clothes on him one by one. "It's okay. I'm glad you didn't get hurt." She started to tease her son with a smile again. "You are my sweetheart. You can't get hurt."
Sure enough, Shi Ge'er, the old-fashioned boy, turned red in the ears after hearing what she said.
Song Luan pinched his face and said, "Okay, let's go out and see grandma, okay?"
Shi Ge'er lowered his eyes, his cheeks burning hot, "Okay."
Mrs. Zhao San was also very happy to see Shi Ge'er. She took out the golden candy she had prepared in advance and handed it to him, "Good boy."
Shi Ge'er thanked him politely and was then carried to the front yard by Nanny Lin, where he had to continue taking the patient's pulse.
Once the child left, Mrs. Zhao San could continue what she had not finished saying. She looked at Song Luan's belly meaningfully and asked, "There's no movement in your belly yet?"
Song Luan was stunned for a long time before she just reacted and quickly denied it, "No...right."
Mrs. Zhao San sighed, "It's been several months. It shouldn't happen."
Song Luan was unable to catch her breath and her fingers were shaking. She realized later that Zhao Nanyu had never let her take contraceptive soup. She was really lucky enough not to get pregnant.
Song Luan's mind was in a mess. She began to guess what Zhao Nanyu was thinking. Could it be that he also wanted her to have another child? Otherwise, with his meticulous personality, he would not have forgotten such an important thing as the contraceptive soup.
But Song Luan herself had no intention of giving birth to another child for him. She is still waiting for the right time to file for divorce. As long as the Song family does not fall, she will have a great chance of leaving safely.
Her voice was trembling, "Don't worry, fate will come naturally when it comes."
Madam Zhao San thought about it thoughtfully, and then said, "In a few days, when you feel better, you and I will go to Fulu Temple to worship Buddha together and worship Guanyin, the Goddess of Childbirth."
Song Luan couldn't refuse the elder's request, so she had to bite the bullet and agreed, "Okay."
After drinking tea and talking for a while, Song Luan finally sent Mrs. Zhao San away. She sat by the window and thought for a long time. After thinking it over, she still felt that it would be difficult for her to drink the contraceptive soup on her own. You can't avoid people when buying or decocting medicine.
Song Luan decided to wait for Zhao Nanyu to come back at night and tell him about this matter.
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