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This is the plot in the anti-theft chapter 　　. Song Luan actually remembers not very clearly. The cool text is just a cool picture. Most of them watched the jujube and did not pay attention to these details.

Although there is not much description of the original owner in the book, but the nature of this person is written vividly. Vicious, inflamed and prosperous, and debauchery. Song Luan remembers that the original owner's bones are gradually getting worse after about a year. Medicine is related.

After lying sick in bed for many years, the male host went straight up in the chapel. After thoroughly controlling the government, he began to liquidate one by one. Compared with the end of other people, the original owner was burned to death.

Song Luan heard the maid said that she fainted that day, and when she woke up she became the original owner.

She leaned against the soft slump, and the long and thin sunlight fell on her cheeks in the afternoon. She was white and translucent, her long eyelashes flickered a little, her red lips were glamorous, and she was indeed a beauty.

Song Luan's figure is very good, waist thin legs long breasts, wearing a red corset skirt, waist full of grip, water eyes flowing like waves, there is also a hook / attractive capital.

It's just that the male master was unmoved by such a beauty, and finally said that killing was still killing.

Song Luan thought for an afternoon and didn't think of a countermeasure. Later, he slept slowly under the warm sunlight, and the sunlight fell on her properly, but it was a little quiet.

But she had a nightmare. There was a man in black in the dream. His temperament was cold and his eyes were sharp like a knife. There was a light smile on the beautiful and excessive face, and the corners of the curved peach eyes narrowed slightly. The man held a dagger in his hand and stepped closer to her in black boots.

The sharp fingers pressed against her thin shoulders and nailed her to the wall. The man raised his hand and stabbed the dagger into her heart. Immediately holding the knife handle and turning around, Song Luan could almost hear the sound of flesh and blood stirring, her aching face was pale, and the pain was silent.

Then Song Luan woke up...

She woke up and found that it was getting dark, and cold sweat was on her forehead. She covered her chest and felt a little pain. Song Luan remembered that what she had just dreamed of was the scene before the death of the original master in the book "Power Minister". It was the male master who stabbed, hey, it was really terrible.

The original owner pleased her after he gained power. After losing, she became angry and angered. She was irrationally irritated. She yelled at him and said anything bad, but she should never swear, "You are just a prostitute." My humble son, who was in a hurry, dared to show me my face!"

That's right, the mother's mother's background was humble. Even if Zhao's door didn't enter, Yu Yu died outside. The man's origin was his reverse scale, whoever killed him.

The original owner was stabbed by him and thrown into the sea of ​​fire.

Song Luan secretly made a decision, she would never die to provoke the male host, what she shouldn't say, she wouldn't say, as to seduce/lead other men, wearing a green hat for him didn't even dare to think about it.

All in all, the reason why the male master used fire was because he was too dirty. As the main male character in the female essay, overbearing is a basic attribute. It also needs to be equipped with a strong possessiveness and deep cleanliness. Her own things or women must not be contaminated by outsiders.

At that time, the original owner didn't know how many men were connected. He glanced at him at first glance, and the burnt ash was blown away by the wind to be clean.

She was thinking about something, and a maid came in and asked, "Ma'am, do you want to have dinner?"

Song Luan's face was pale. At this moment, she looked haggard. She was really hungry. She nodded and said, "Place the meal." After a pause, she suddenly stopped the two maids and asked, "Master said When are you coming back?"

She has to be prepared to deal with the male owner.

The majesty was shocked, and then replied: "I don't know the slave." She was afraid that she was angry, and immediately added a sentence, "but the slave-servant heard the steward say that it seems that he can be in Beijing tonight."

Song Luan: "..."

Headache, really hurt.

There is no way, so I have to be a stubborn person tonight in front of Zhao Nanyu. Otherwise, life is hard to guarantee.

"Got it." Song Luan decided to break it one by one. The older one was not easy to fool, but the four-year-old Zhao Shi should be very coaxing. She suddenly said: "You go to the front yard to bring the young master over and bring him over to spend the night meal."

"Yes."

"Forget it, let me go by myself."

Also familiar with the terrain.

The courtyard where Zhao Nanyu lives is not big, but the taste is good, and the victory is in the mood and layout. Crossing a path and round door, they reached the front yard.

Four-year-old Zhao Shi is practicing writing in the study. As for his little uncle, he left long ago. He is standing on a chair, holding a writing brush with a very professional posture, decisively writing. The written words are not very beautiful, but they can It can be said to be neat, clearly written one stroke at a time.

Although his father spoiled him, he was very demanding of him. He had to practice reading every day. Zhao had no friends who played with him in Fufu. Several cousins ​​did not like playing with him.

Even his mother didn't like him. Since memory, she has been fighting or scolding, and Zhao Shi has never resisted. At the beginning, she was expecting her mother, and gradually her heart became cold.

Song Luan gently pushed the door open, and a scent of ink in her nose made her feel relaxed and relaxed. She took her steps lightly and walked over, "Are you still practicing literacy?"

The brush in Shi Ge's hand wobbled, the black ink stained the white paper, and the expression on his face was unnatural, "Mother."

Song Luan walked up to him with a cheeky face, stooped down and glanced at the words he wrote, sincerely complimenting, "It is really good to know the words of my brother."

He was uncomfortable, and the small hands in his sleeves were tightly held together. This was the first time his mother praised him. It had never happened before. There was a strange feeling in my brother’s heart. There is silk acid.

Song Luan's eyes stared at him without blinking, and his face was gentle. After all, he was looked at for a while, and his face gradually became red. He asked, "How did mother come?"

Song Luan likes to know his brother, the more she likes it, the white and tender tenderness is so cute, even if the corner of the mouth is upset because of unhappiness, she is still very cute. ."

Zhige's whole body was stiff all over, and he didn't know where to put his hands. He didn't dare to hold her clothes and even hugged her. She only felt the fragrance of her mother's body was soft.

It turned out that it was so comfortable to be held in the arms by my mother, but he still didn't forget what Uncle said to him in the afternoon. Uncle said that his mother was thinking about something bad again.

Zhigeer twisted and moved, "Mother, I can go by myself."

Song Luan held such a small ball where he was willing to let go, smiled, and patted his head intimately, "Don't move, hug your mother's neck, the child must be obedient."

Shi Geer was forced to bury her face in her chest. Five little fingers opened and closed, and closed and opened again. Eventually, she couldn't keep up with her inner expectations. She carefully grasped her lapel.

Although his face was still very cold, but a pair of small ears floating light pink.

Song Luan took the person back to Huai Shuiju. She was afraid that the child was cold. She also specially found him a cloak to put on. The collar was covered with soft and warm fox fur. Most of the child's face was shrunk inside and only exposed A pair of dark eyes, bright and bright.

Zhao Shi always felt that he was dreaming. His mother treated him too much today. He used to look at his eyes full of disgust. Today, he does not. It seems that he really likes him.

Even if it was a dream, Zhao Shi was very happy.

The mother and son were sitting at a table, and Song Luan didn’t know what he liked to eat. This time, he didn’t hurriedly use chopsticks to serve food for him. She asked: “What do you like to eat? I will let them make it for you tomorrow. "

Zhao Shi is still very cautious, lowering his head, "I can eat anything."

Song Luan can also see that his defense is still very heavy, and she did not force him to give himself an answer, smile softly, "Okay."

She originally wanted to explain that Japanese cooks himself to make pastries for him, but the next day she wore it, she dared not break it too badly, and it was not easy to handle it if people saw something wrong. .

At night, Song Luan was dressed in a white coat and long black hair randomly draped on his back after being groomed. He was facing the sky, a little less gorgeous, and more exquisite beauty.

Zhao Shi in the cubicle had already slept, the child curled up on all fours, and slept well in the corner of the bed. Song Luan covered him with a quilt and walked out of the cubicle lightly.

At this time, she was physically and mentally exhausted. Just when the lights went out and went to bed, the maid outside hurriedly walked in and said, "Ma'am, the young master is back, coming here."

Song Luan's sleepy bugs ran out of fright, and the whole person was awake.

Song Luan thought of this, the whole person was not very good.

"Ma'am, it's time." The maid spoke carefully and bowed her body, her head down was very afraid of her.

Song Luan sighed heavily and cleared her throat, she said: "You go out first, without you waiting."

The two maids, like Meng Amnesty, bent over and hurriedly retreated from the house.

Song Luan knew why they were afraid of her. The original owner ended up in a tragic death. It really deserves her. Her father is a celebrity in front of the emperor. She is a very favored four-pin literary minister. Although the mother of the original owner is a concubine, she was a child. Being spoiled and raised, she learned a lot from her mother's stinky problems. She treated people harshly, made snobbish friends, and often insulted other women in the government because of her beauty.