When Zhao Nanyu learned the news that Song Luan was pregnant that day, he was only happy and asked the doctor about things he needed to pay attention to, but he forgot this one thing.
At the beginning, he put the slow-acting poison in her body with the intention of torturing her to death little by little. He also did not think of leaving a way out for the two of them. Now, is this considered his own fault?
Song Luan suddenly felt that the man sitting next to her had an ugly expression. She turned her head and looked at him. She found that Zhao Nanyu's face was a little pale, his body was stiff, and his eyes were full of bloodshot. She asked with a smile, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Nanyu didn't even dare to look at her, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."
He touched her head and said softly, "There will be fireworks under the city gate in a while, do you want to see it?"
Song Luan propped her chin up with both hands, her legs swinging in a happy mood, her eyes sparkling, she smiled and said, "I do."
She had never seen what ancient fireworks looked like, and she didn't know that the New Year celebrations in this world were so lively and full of fireworks.
"I'll let you take you there first."
"good."
Song Luan also noticed that he and Zhao Chao seemed to have something to say, so she deliberately sent her away. But she didn't care much about what the two brothers had to say. It would be more comfortable for her to play by herself.
She stood up and clapped her hands, "Then I'll go watch the fireworks first."
Zhao Nanyu called his attendant in. He was a very ordinary-looking man with a thumb-sized scar on his forehead. His facial features were sharp and his face looked a bit fierce. He told his attendant, "Take the lady to the window sill and take good care of her."
"yes."
After Song Luan left, Zhao Nanyu remained silent for a long time without saying a word.
Zhao Chao frowned, not knowing where to start. It was true that he hated Song Luan, but his prejudice was deep-rooted and could not be eliminated by her changes in the past few months.
Moreover, Zhao Chao did not expect Song Luan to be pregnant. His second brother did not seem like the kind of person who would be sentimental.
After some consideration, Zhao Chao spoke in a low voice: "Second brother, I..."
Zhao Nanyu raised his head and poured a glass of wine down his throat. With a fierce look in his eyes, he interrupted him cleanly and asked, "When will your master return to Beijing?"
Zhao Chao was speechless. His master was a wandering Taoist priest who had no fixed place to live all year round. Even he often couldn't find him. The last time he finally got some information, he only had time to write a letter asking about the antidote for Tianqing. Before he could get a reply, his master disappeared again.
He shook his head and said hesitantly, "I'm not sure about this either. He rarely gives me information, but I've looked up the medical books he left behind, but I still can't find a solution."
That was a poison made by his master on a whim, and it had never been used on humans before, so there was no antidote prepared. However, Zhao Chao had seen with his own eyes the effect of the poison on small animals, which slowly drained away life and died in agony.
He comforted himself that Song Luan didn't eat much and since the amount was not too much, he should still be saved. However, this life-saving method is probably only known by his master.
Zhao Nanyu crushed the cup in his hand. The sharp porcelain pieces cut his fingers, and bright red blood dripped down. His face was pale, his features were slightly hideous, and his red eyes stared at Zhao Chao. His voice was hoarse and painful to hear. "Let me ask you, do you have any way to completely detoxify?"
Zhao Chao couldn't lie, so he lowered his head and answered softly: "I can only wait for my master to come back."
Zhao Nanyu laughed softly, his smile was quite creepy, he clenched his five fingers into a fist and slammed it hard on the table. He rarely lost his composure and roared in a low voice, "That's why I just asked, has your master come back!?"
The answer was expected, because Zhao Nanyu had been looking for Taoist Qingzhu, and almost all the people he could use had been sent out, but there had been no news.
His wrist suddenly lost its strength, and he sat down on the chair with a dejected look, breathing heavily, his throat hoarse, "What will happen?"
Zhao Chao was stunned for a moment, and didn't react to what the three words "second brother" meant. He felt uncomfortable, and seeing his second brother like this made him feel even worse. After all, Song Luan's belly was also filled with his second brother's flesh and blood.
He said with a sad face, "You know, my second sister-in-law is weak, and the remaining poison in her body has been suppressed by drugs. This child will most likely be born with the poison. Whether he can survive and whether his limbs are intact are all variables, and..."
He suddenly stopped and didn't continue.
Zhao Nanyu drank a sip of the cold tea and curled his lips slightly, "And what?"
Zhao Chao lowered his eyes and replied in a low voice: "And even if you, second brother, don't mind whether the child is healthy, it is still a question whether the second sister-in-law can survive during childbirth."
Song Luan had insufficient qi and blood, so something went wrong when she gave birth to her son Shi Ge. No one knew what this baby would be like. The most important thing is that Song Luan’s health now is not even as good as it was four years ago.
Seeing how deeply in love his second brother is with Song Luan, he might not be able to accept losing Song Luan.
Zhao Nanyu stopped talking, or perhaps he was unable to speak. His heart felt as if it was being squeezed tightly by someone, and he felt depressed and gloomy, and couldn't breathe.
He refused to give up and asked through gritted teeth: "Is there really no other way?"
Zhao Chao answered the question irrelevantly, "Second brother, how much do you like her?"
How much do you like it? He used to dislike her so much that he wished she would die soon, but now he loves her so much. Her arrogance, willfulness, and occasional temper all become very cute.
I want to have a firm control over her life and let her live in a world of her own creation.
She likes silks, satins, gold, silver and jewelry, so put them in front of her.
"I want her." Zhao Nanyu only answered him with these three words.
Zhao Chao was surprised but also felt a little regretful. His second brother finally fell into Song Luan's hands.
He raised his eyes, looked straight at his second brother, and said in a low voice: "Second brother, this child cannot be kept."
Even if Song Luan gave birth to the child safely, it would most likely die within a few months, or even die right after it was born. A newborn baby would definitely not be able to resist the toxicity of Tianqing, and no amount of panaceas would be able to help.
Zhao Nanyu's laughter became more and more unpleasant. "Is there really no other way? I don't care what the child looks like when he is born. I will raise him well for the rest of his life."
These past few days, he could see that Song Luan had this child in her heart. She even learned to make socks and shoes for the child, and she smiled more often.
Song Luan didn't like him much in the first place. If he asked her to abort the child again, she would probably hate him to death.
Zhao Chao also knew that his second brother was reluctant to do so. He now regretted that he had given the poison to his second brother so quickly, which led to the current irreversible situation.
He began to persuade, "Second brother, please listen to me." After a pause, he said, "Second sister-in-law's body can't bear it."
As long as the poison is not eliminated, her body will never be fully recovered.
No matter what, this child cannot be kept.
Zhao Nanyu nodded, expression numb, "I understand."
What he cannot afford to lose more than his child is Song Luan.
On second thought, being hated by Song Luan is not a bad thing. Her love is not deep enough, but her hatred is always deep, and she will remember him for the rest of her life.
For the rest of his life, he would only be good to her.
Zhao Nanyu did not lie to her, there were indeed fireworks being set off at the city gate.
It was a windy night. Song Luan stood on the windowsill. The hem of her scarlet dress was blown up by the wind and fluttered. She felt a little cold. The street below the restaurant was crowded with people looking up at the fireworks. The scene is even more lively than any other festival.
Song Luan watched the fireworks for a while, and her face turned red because of the wind. She leaned against the railing, and the man behind her stood motionlessly beside her, like a door god.
The young ladies from the noble families around her didn't dare to get close to her. Song Luan's fingers were icy cold, and she rubbed her hands. She was about to go back to the private room.
Turning around, a familiar little face suddenly appeared on her left.
Huai Jin was wearing a red dress, with red lips and white teeth. His overly beautiful face was particularly dazzling in the crowd. He was about to rush to her, but was stopped by the strong man beside Song Luan.
Huai Jin's thin arms and legs were naturally no match for this ferocious guard. Song Luan coughed twice and said, "Let him go."
The guard then let go of Huai Jin.
Song Luan felt that Huai Jin looked like a homeless child at the moment, waiting for her eagerly every day.
She walked forward, looked at him, sighed and asked, "Did you follow me all the way here?"
Huai Jin nodded honestly. Although he was timid, he would learn his lesson after being beaten. "Yeah! I followed him secretly, no one could find out!"
He was also smug.
Song Luan laughed out loud. Huai Jin looked like a boy who was not very worldly-wise in every way.
She walked up to him and asked, "Huai Jin, don't you have anything you want to do?"
Always following her, but having no life of my own.
Huai Jin pursed his lips. His original home was in Nanman, but that home had been destroyed early on. After being sold, he had planned to spend his life in a muddle.
But later it was Song Luan who pulled him out of the mud. Huai Jin would never forget how bright and dazzling she appeared in front of him that year.
Huai Jin just wanted to follow her. He was usually mean and had no other friends.
He didn't feel happy even on such a festive day as the New Year.
"No. I don't know what I want to do."
Song Luan frowned, "Do you want to study?"
Huai Jin shook his head, "I don't want Lululu."
"So do you want to start your own business?"
"Well, this sounds pretty good." Huai Jin remembered that what Aluan liked most was money!
Song Luan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then asked, "Do you have any money on you?"
Huai Jin nodded heavily and said proudly, "Of course I have. I have saved a lot of money in the past few years, although it is still not as much as your small treasury."
Song Luan smiled happily, "Then you can open a shop, and when you meet a girl you like in the future, marry her and live a good life."
Huai Jin pretended not to hear anything and lowered his head to look at the tip of his shoes.
Song Luan touched her still flat belly and said, "Huai Jin, I'm pregnant again. You don't have to worry about how I'm doing. I treat you as a friend, so naturally I hope you can live a good life in the future."
She really didn't want to have any emotional involvement with other men. One Zhao Nanyu was enough for her to bear.
Moreover, she had been moved by Zhao Nanyu, but from the beginning to the end, she treated Huai Jin only as an ignorant younger brother, without any romantic feelings between her and Huai Jin.
Huai Jin raised his head, his eyes widened, startled, "What!? What did you say!?"
Song Luan smiled and repeated, "Well, I have a baby again, so you can see that I am doing well. Don't worry about me. You are still young, and the most important thing is to live your life well."
Huai Jin stared at her belly, feeling indignant. He just hated Zhao Nanyu, that hypocrite! He just felt that Zhao Nanyu was not worthy of Song Luan. Although these two people look good together.
He stretched out his hand to touch her belly, but pulled it back mid-air for fear of hurting her.
He grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Look, look, what did I say at the beginning!"
At that time, he should have urged Song Luan to throw the divorce papers in Zhao Nanyu's face, and now Zhao Nanyu would have nothing to do.
The more Huai Jin thought about it, the angrier he became with himself. Now that Song Luan had a child, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
"Okay, okay, don't be angry. Go back and think about opening a shop." She looked at Huai Jin kindly and continued, "It's so cold, you should wear more clothes when you go out next time."
Huai Jin turned his back angrily and said, "If you drive me away, I will never talk to you again."
Song Luan did not chase him. It would be a good thing if Huai Jin could listen to what she said.
When she returned, Zhao Nanyu was the only one left in the room. As for Zhao Chao, no one knows where he went.
Song Luan didn't care where he was going and was too lazy to even ask.
She yawned lazily, threw a peanut into her mouth, and asked while eating, "When are we going back home?"
Zhao Nanyu pinched her wrist, causing her some pain. His eyes were slightly red and bloodshot, looking a little scary.
Song Luan asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhao Nanyu's throat was choked, and it took a long time for him to speak, "It's okay, are you tired?"
Song Luan said, "Yeah, I want to go back to sleep." She chattered on and on, and suddenly became more talkative, "Maybe it's because I'm pregnant with a baby. I've been sleeping more than I've been awake these past few days, and I've even eaten more than before. I think I've gained a lot of weight."
Zhao Nanyu listened to her patiently, feeling more and more uncomfortable, as if something was blocking his chest.
"Not fat, still looks good."
Song Luan blushed and replied with a smile: "I feel embarrassed for what you said."
Zhao Nanyu forced a smile, "I'm not lying to you, you're the prettiest."
He liked every part of her, her eyebrows and eyes.
When going down the stairs, Song Luan secretly held his hand. Zhao Nanyu paused for a moment, then held her tighter.
It was still early and the streets outside were still busy.
The two of them walked together hand in hand. When they were about to reach the gate of Zhao's mansion, Song Luan suddenly stopped and stood in front of Zhao Nanyu. He was facing the light with an unclear expression. She could only see his eyes clearly by craning her neck.
Song Luan took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, hugged his waist with both hands, gently sniffed his scent, closed her eyes and said: "Well, I am really happy today."
"Thank you."
Willing to take her out to play and accompany her patiently.
Zhao Nanyu stroked her fine hair. Before he could speak, Song Luan continued, "If you don't control me too strictly in the future and take me out to play more often, I might like you a little more every day."
If it were under normal circumstances, Zhao Nanyu would definitely be in a good mood when hearing what she said. But tonight he was in a heavy mood and couldn't even fake a smile.
He could only reply with one word, "OK."
Zhao Nanyu hasn't figured out how to tell Song Luan about the child, but the longer she delays, the deeper Song Luan's feelings for this unborn child become.
Song Luan suddenly thought that living like this with Zhao Nanyu for the rest of her life might not be that scary. What if she could change him? Why not let him become a pervert like in the original book?
She admitted that the appearance of the child did dissuade some of her from leaving.
Song Luan figured out some things and became more open-minded. By the way, she felt that Zhao Nanyu was more beautiful and pleasing to the eye, with fair skin and tender skin.
She stood on tiptoe and gave him a light kiss on the lips, but she was not thick-skinned enough, so her face turned red and her neck became thick after the kiss.
Zhao Nanyu curled his lips, but there was bitterness in his smile.
Zhao Nanyu finally did not say the words about aborting the child that night. He sat in the study room doing nothing all night.
The next day, his eyes were red and he looked a little embarrassed.
Zhao Nanyu walked to the bedroom tiredly and opened a small box. Inside was clothes for the children that he had asked the servants to prepare in advance. He gently stroked them with his fingers, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
With a cold expression, Zhao Nanyu found a locked box and locked all the newly made clothes into the box, never to open it again in his life.
It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. It would be better for Song Luan to tell her earlier. He took heavy steps, as if his feet were filled with lead, and moved slowly to her room step by step.
Song Luan was lying on a rocking chair in the yard, covered with a thin blanket. The warm sunlight fell gently on her face. She looked comfortable, as if she had fallen asleep.
Zhao Nanyu sat down beside her, but did not wake her up. He looked at her quietly, then leaned over and kissed her between the eyebrows.
Song Luan opened his eyes, his expression hazy.
Zhao Nanyu asked: "Did I wake you up?"
Song Luan shook her head, "No, I was dreaming!"
"What kind of dream did you have? You smile so sweetly."
"I dreamed that a child kicked me!"
How could a child who is only two months old kick others? Dreams are just dreams.
Zhao Nanyu lowered her eyes, "Really?"
This was Song Luan's first pregnancy. She didn't know anything and felt everything was new to her. She touched her belly happily and said, "Even though he's small now, I think he'll be very naughty in the future."
Song Luan said as she took his hand and placed it on her belly, and said happily: "Try and see if he will say hello to you."
Zhao Nanyu's hand stayed there for a long time, "He can't kick anyone yet."
Song Luan replied: "I know, I just wanted to say hello to him in advance. Talk to him more, and he will be close to me in the future."
Zhao Nanyu couldn't listen any longer. He held her little hand. His eyes, which seemed to never show any emotion, were filled with grief. He looked at her, and the words were about to come out, rolling on his lips. In the end, he hardened his heart and said slowly, "Aluan, we don't want this child."
He didn't ask her if she was okay, he just made up his mind.
Song Luan was stunned for a long time, and the whole person was stagnant. "What are you talking about?"
What do you mean you don’t want it anymore?
Just a few words can cost a life.
Zhao Nanyu avoided her gaze in embarrassment, swallowed his throat, and said bitterly, "We really can't have this child."
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