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third chapter

In the book "Power Minister", the relationship between the original owner and the male host is not very good. The male host will almost never step into the original owner's house, and will not appear in front of the original owner unless necessary.

Song Luan had never imagined that the male host came directly to her after returning home. To be honest, she was still a little nervous.

Zhao Nanyu's servant returned to the mansion, drank his saliva and ran his throat, and then stepped forward to go to see his brother's house to see him. The room in the front yard was empty, and his eyes were cold. What about?"

The little servant responded tremblingly: "Let my wife hug him in the evening."

Zhao Nanyu's face was even colder, and he took a big step towards the Huai Shui residence. His anger was well suppressed in his heart, and the dark light flashed in his eyes. The woman had better not die.

Song Luan was still thinking about how to face him. The door was suddenly pushed open by someone. She was startled. She sat up from the bed and lifted her eyelids. The man in front of him was dressed in white. Embroidered with a moire pattern, his eyes gradually moved upward, looking straight at his face.

This is a very delicate face. The facial features are carefully sculpted. The eyebrows are picturesque. The peach blossom eyes seem to be filled with clear water. The corners of the eyes are slightly raised. A casually glanced at her, adding a few Passionate.

There was a faint light in his light-colored pupil, and his eyes were deep. The skin was fair, and the fire of the candle fell on his beautiful and elegant face like a painting.

Song Luan swallowed. The man was really pretty.

Zhao Nanyu slowly looked around, smiled, and said softly, "What about brothers?"

He pretended to be such a good talk and good temper to everyone.

Song Luan was a little nervous and replied, "In...in the compartment."

Zhao Nanyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and she seemed to find that today she seemed to be a little different from ordinary times. The whole person seemed to be soft and quiet, her eyes were clean and her expression was ignorant.

He raised his eyebrows, preparing to ask the next person tomorrow, what happened in the past few days when he was away.

Song Luan saw that he hadn’t spoken for a long time, and he felt even more nervous. Although Zhao Nanyu smiled in front of him, this person might as well laugh. After all, in the dream that impressed her, Zhao Nanyu just inserted the dagger into her while laughing. My heart hurts in retrospect.

The wife is terrible.

Zhao Nanyu stared at her quietly like this, as if to find something interesting, this thin and weak woman had a little fear on her face, very afraid of his appearance.

The teeth lightly bitten Yin Hong's lips, the brow covered with fearful thoughts, and the eyes overflowed with water. Somehow, Zhao Nanyu looked at her weak look, her eyes darkened.

"I know my brother is sleeping well in the cubicle, you don't have to worry."

Zhao Nanyu yelled, withdrawn her inquiry, and did not ask how she suddenly treated her child so well. He knew that Song Luan did not like this child since he was born.

I don't want to touch it at ordinary times. How can I let the child sleep in the same room with her?

Zhao Nanyu usually takes his own children, which is actually good, so as not to suffer from knowing brother.

He sat down, picked up the tea cup on the table, took a small sip without minding the cold tea, and then ordered the waitress outside to wait, "Go and cook a calming soup."

"Yes."

Song Luan just opened his mouth to say something, Zhao Nanyu said to her with a smile: "You haven't been able to sleep well at night, and drinking bowls of tranquilizing soup is good for you." He put down the tea cup and then said softly, "You are always weak and you'll be weak. Let's drink the medicine to keep up and sleep again."

Now she couldn't even say what she refused.

Song Luan is actually very depressed. Although she said that she read the book "Power Minister" almost, but the description of the cannon fodder of the original owner is really very rare. I have never written how she got along with the male owner. She wrote about her days in Zhao House.

Only a rough summary of the bad things she did and the final outcome.

Soon afterwards, the ladies brought the stewed medicine together. The medicine in the bowl was black, and it also exuded a weird taste. Song Luan frowned immediately.

It's so bad, I don't want to drink, I don't want to drink at all

Seeing her thoughts, Zhao Nanyu took the medicine bowl in person, held the spoon handle, and handed it to her mouth. When she was stunned, she gently tapped the corner of her mouth and smiled.

This laugh is almost fascinating.

Under the shaking of the candlelight, the picturesque smile makes people dare not break.

Song Luan opened his mouth confusedly, swallowed a spoonful of bitter medicine into his throat, almost at the same time, a sentence jumped into her head.

[Zhao Nanyu buckled her chin, forcing her to open her mouth, pouring the black medicine into it mercilessly, his lips sneered, and his hoarse voice was like the ghost ghost just coming out of hell, "You go Die."]

This is the only sentence in the "Power Minister" that mentions poison/drugs. In this way, even if she has read the original book, she has no idea what Zhao Nanyu started poisoning, and even less knows where he poisoned or what he poisoned. .

Zhao Nanyu fed and found that the woman in front of her was shaking and her shoulders were trembling slightly. Although she was afraid of this, she still obediently drank the medicine he fed.

Song Luan shivered, the colder she thought, but the medicine was fried by the maid in her room. It should be unlikely to be poisonous, thinking that she gradually stopped shaking.

Song Luan's eyes widened, his wet eyes looked at him pitifully, and his desire to survive was greater than that of others, "I am very obedient and obedient."

So brother, can you spare me a little...

Zhao Nanyu froze for a moment, looked at the bottom of the empty bowl, and smiled with a light smile, "Well, it's really obedient."

The medicine was very bitter, she swallowed it obediently, without any trouble or tantrums, and it was not ridiculous.

Song Luan's mouth is full of bitterness, but she doesn't even dare to ask for a piece of preserves now, for fear that Zhao Nanyu thinks she has more things, and then thinks of the shenanigans she has done before, and then hates her even more.

She actually thought very clearly that she did not intend to be a hostess, nor did she expect Zhao Nanyu to fall in love with her. Moreover, it would not be a good thing to let a man like a cleansing and possessive man like him.

Song Luan only begged Zhao Nanyu to see her obedient, sensible and not evil, leaving her a life. She doesn't want to experience the experience of being burned to death, okay? ! !

She decided to start a low-key life and do a good job, and now the original owner has not betrayed him, nor did she ignore the son who has a high fever because of going to meet with Shitou, all the remedies are still available.

It was mentioned in the book when I knew my brother. I knew that my brother had a leg and was lame. It was a good thing to be **** again. It was a good thing to know the brother to prevent her from venting to the head. With high fever, he rolled down the stairs and broke a leg.

At that time, the male owner must have wanted to smash the original owner.

Fortunately, these things hadn't happened before she came. Otherwise she could find a rope and hang herself.

Zhao Nanyu saw that she had finished the medicine and then stood up. "I'll go to the booth to see my brother."

Song Luan did not dare to stop him, and even wished he hurried away, and the stone hung in her heart fell steadily after the person disappeared into the curtain.

Knowing that the brother was sleeping soundly, the little one was surprisingly well-behaved, did not move or kick the quilt, Zhao Nanyu carefully checked his body, and found no scars, and the coldness in his eyes gradually subsided.

He walked out of the cubicle quietly, and found that Song Luan was still sitting beside the bed and didn't sleep. The thin coat was twisted around her, revealing a small piece of porcelain white skin, and the clavicle chest was looming.

Zhao Nanyu looked at it silently for a while, and immediately withdrew his gaze, the people ordered, "Fetch water, I want to bathe."

"Yes."

Song Luan was actually sleepy, but Zhao Nanyu didn’t sleep and she didn’t dare to go to bed first. She was a little surprised that she wouldn’t stay overnight.

When Zhao Nanyu was bathing behind the screen, Song Luan was sitting in a daze by the bed, listening to the sound of water inside, such as sitting on a needle felt, and wishing to pull out her leg and leave. She was afraid that something would happen tonight.

The more she feared, the more she didn't want to.

Instead, he carefully recalled the major events that happened to Zhao Nanyu this year. His life was not very good this year. The emperor's unabashed unhappiness made him struggle in the court, and the other houses in Zhao's house were quite to him. To be slow, he often sneered in his ears.

The Song family did not like his son-in-law who had little achievements. When the original owner returned to her mother's house during the Dragon Boat Festival, her mother began to stolen her money and treasures.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Nanyu was sent to Huangzhou for a month, and a group of black men appeared on the way to his life. As a male host, he certainly would not die, even if he was poked with two holes in his body. People were saved.

The person who rescued him is the legendary heroine. Song Luan did not intend to seize the heroine's credit. When the time comes, she will remind Zhao Nanyu to let him be careful on the road! This is a good thing.

She was thinking about it. The man behind the screen walked out in his pajamas. The black hair was slightly wet, and it was as bright as the moon. Song Luan looked at his face, his throat tightened, and he began to swallow again and again.

His appearance was indeed very tempting. The bright moonlight outside the window spilled on his shoulders. He asked aloud, "Why not sleep yet?"

Zhao Nanyu's observation ability is very good and delicate. From the moment he stepped into this room, he gradually realized that she was wrong. In the past, Song Luan never waited for him to sleep together.

Song Luan immediately took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. She shrunk under the quilt, only showing her head, trying to keep calm, "I fell asleep."

Zhao Nanyu suddenly laughed softly, and looked at her two white tender feet that stretched out the quilt, stepped forward, holding her ankles with cold fingers, Song Luan was full of coldness, and even cold sweat began to rise in the back. It was Zhao Wenyu who was very gentle on the surface at this moment, but she still sensed the coldness of his forest.

Zhao Nanyu grabbed her ankle, gently tucked her foot into the quilt, and smiled, "Aren't your feet cold?"

Song Luan's eyes dodged and he thanked softly, "Thank you."

Zhao Nanyu cut the wick easily, and the bedroom suddenly fell into a darkness. The faint white moonlight shone through the window, and he lay down beside her.

Song Luan's hands gripped the quilt nervously, and his whole body was tight.

Zhao Nanyu seemed to smile sullenly, and the slender and detailed knuckles suddenly touched her cheek. The area where he crossed his fingers was cold for a while. His voice was low, "Sleep."

Oh, it’s so exciting to have a man sleeping next to her.