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Chapter 47

Zhao Nanyu walked two steps forward, reached out his hand, and said, "It's still a little heavy to know my brother. Let me hug it."

He took the child into his hand, knew the brother naturally embraced his neck, and shouted, "Father."

Zhao Nanyu touched his head, "Not upset?"

"Uh huh." It's guilty to know him. If he wasn't sick, he wouldn't cause his father and mother to worry about him and take care of him.

My brother buried his head, his eyes were red, and he cried with a cry: "I blame me badly."

Zhao Nanyu hugged her quietly, and the child’s tears fell uncontrollably on his shoulders, waiting for the brother to cry enough. He said: “The boy should not tear easily.”

Brother Zhi was said by him. He belched and wiped the tears on his cheeks with his sleeves. The nasal sound was strong. "I won't cry anymore."

My father said before that crying is a sign of weakness. He just couldn't help it today.

Song Luan hadn't noticed that the brother was crying at the beginning. The child was silent when she wept. She walked over and looked at him distressedly. Then she took out her handkerchief and gently wiped his face for him. "It doesn't matter, If you want to cry, cry, no one will read your jokes."

The husband and wife are very different in educating their children. Zhao Nanyu has very strict and strict requirements on children in all aspects. As Song Luan is a typical kind mother, children should be spoiled, boys are like this, girls should be like this.

Zhao Nanyu seems to be fine today, even staying at home and having lunch with them.

Although Song Luan has good cooking skills, he has only been to the kitchen a few times, each time to know his brother. No one else has this honor, not even Zhao Nanyu.

Zhao Nanyu did not ask her where this culinary skill came from, even though he knew that Song Luan was a delicate lady who didn’t touch Yang Chunshui, and didn’t say she didn’t dare to let her cook in the Song family. A person who is proud of heaven is not a person who can wash hands and make soup for others. She has never learned this since she married the Zhao family.

Zhao Nanyu vaguely realized something, and some guesses knew it, but he didn't say it.

He is very good at observing others. Song Luan is the wife he is marrying, and she knows what she should be like. What's more, Song Luan's changes these days are too great, and there are many flaws.

However, these Zhao Nanyu didn't care, as long as Song Luan now stayed beside him and was controlled within his sphere of influence, it was enough.

Zhao Nanyu tasted the braised pork she had made by herself. The color was bright and sweet, but it was not greasy. The taste was really good.

Song Luan ate two small bowls of rice and her belly was round. She just put down her chopsticks, looked up at Zhao Nanyu, and said to him: "Yes, my mother explained that the day after tomorrow I would take me to the Buddha Temple at Fulu, I guess We may have to spend another night in the temple."

Zhao Nanyu didn't know about it yet. The third lady hadn't had time to tell him, he smiled, "Mother likes you very much."

Mrs. Zhao San believed in Buddha and went to the temple every month to donate incense and money to worship Buddha. She had never brought Song Luan, the daughter-in-law, before.

"Maybe I like it."

"Well." Zhao Nanyu thought for a while, and said, "Come back and live. The Fulusi is in Qinshan. It is very cold at night. I'm afraid you can't stand it."

The male supervisor is too strict for her to stay overnight in the temple? She was a little uncomfortable in her heart. Song Luan hated being controlled. Afterwards, she realized that Zhao Nanyu's attitude towards her is a bit like what was written in the book, and he is also the same with the hostess.

Not letting her show her head, everything was arranged in advance.

That life seems to have no chance to breathe.

Now that Zhao Nanyu is not so serious, Song Luan doesn't want to develop to the point where he can't go anywhere when he is kept in the house by the male host.

"I'm not so fragile, and there aren't even charcoal fires in the temple, I just stayed one night, it won't be too bad."

Zhao Nanyu took a sip of tea and gave back half a step. "Bring two more maids there."

No need to guess, these two maids must have been arranged by him.

Song Luan frowned, "That will do."

In the book "Power Minister", the male character is very fashionable, and his paranoid personality has won him a lot of popularity. Song Luan remembers that when she read the book, Zhao Nanyu seemed to be a normal person in the early days. At least she didn't have the desire to control her.

When she was a reader, she didn't like the character of the male host very much. She felt panic every time she read it. If it wasn't for Su Shuang and the obsessive-compulsive disorder that had to see the ending, she had abandoned the article early.

Song Luan prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the male host would be normal, even if it was blackened, not now.

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In the early morning of the next day, after having breakfast, Song Luan set off on a carriage with the three ladies to Fulu Temple.

Zhao Nanyu said that he did it. Song Luan was followed by two acquaintances. She was waiting in her room on weekdays. Madam Zhao San not only took her alone, but also Yang Ruoyun.

The three were sitting in a spacious carriage, which was not too crowded.

Yang Ruoyun wore a pink smoke dress today, and after makeup she was more beautiful and gentle than usual.

It takes an hour's journey from Zhao Family to Fulu Temple. Mrs. Zhao San was very spirited, holding her hand all the way along the way, but Yang Ruoyun didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"You don't know, the goddess Guanyin of Fulu Temple is the most effective. The daughter-in-law of Mrs. Cheng came to worship a few days ago. The day before yesterday, she was diagnosed with pregnancy. You must pray well and sincerely."

Song Luan don't open her eyes, she will be guilty when she tells a lie, and Mrs. Zhao San doesn't know that she and Zhao Nanyu have no children. Mrs. Zhao San is also kind, and if she knows it, she will be sad.

"Uh um, my mother is at ease, I will definitely worship Buddha sincerely."

Yang Ruoyun suddenly looked over at her, and the smile on her face was far-fetched. "I remember knowing that Brother is still young, what's wrong? Is Cousin worried?"

Zhao Nanyu is not in a hurry! In the book he ended up only knowing the kid who is a brother.

Song Luan speculates that he probably doesn't like children very much, it may be too troublesome, or it may be enough to know a brother.

She smiled and smiled, and said to Yang Ruoyun: "Yes! A Yu is a little anxious and wants to have a child to accompany her brother, so that she won't be too lonely."

Song Luan came with her mouth open and talked nonsense, and it would be best to give Yang Ruoyun mad, this female match really did not let her worry.

The smile on Yang Ruoyun's mouth froze, and she paused for a moment. She suddenly said, "That was the case. A few days ago, my brother's aunt also gave birth to a second child for him. Presumably men all want women to open for him. Let the leaves fall."

Every word Yang Ruoyun said has her own deep meaning, and none is nonsense. She reminded Song Luan that she could not give birth, and she should also accept two concubines to open branches for Zhao Nanyu.

Song Luan pretends to be stupid, and he smiles pretending to understand nothing, "Really? Congratulations to your brother."

Yang Ruoyun was so angry that Zhao Nanyu had only Song Luan as a woman. She didn't accept concubines for four years. Now she seems to have no such plan. It is really cheap Song Luan to let her dominate such a good man.

At any time, Mrs. Zhao San never thought of taking the initiative to stuff people in Zhao Nanyu's house. The child seemed to speak well, but she was rebellious. She was afraid that she had just sent her by her forefoot, and she would hear bad news in the next moment. Too.

Harmful to others and not to yourself.

At the beginning of the year, the old lady had wanted to do this, but she was persuaded by her. Zhao Nanyu was already a mature man. If he really fell in love with other girls or wanted to concubine, he would do it himself, and they wouldn't need them to intervene at all.

I have to say that Mrs. Zhao San is more transparent than others think in this regard.

The carriage was parked at the foot of the mountain, and the temple was built halfway up the mountain. The mountain was not high, and Zhongling was beautiful. It was about a hundred steps to the front of the temple.

After the maid and the little girl were carrying their luggage behind them, after the things to be packed were packed, the driver then drove the carriage back to the house, and came to pick him up tomorrow.

Song Luan took Mrs. Zhao San's hand and followed her into the temple. The reputation of Fulu Temple was very loud in the capital. Along the way, they met a lot of well-dressed ladies who came to pray for God.

Mrs. Zhao San took her to the main hall to worship the Buddha. Song Luan knelt in front of the Buddha statue, folded her hands together, knocked several heads, and invested a lot of incense money.

The atmosphere in the palace was solemn, and no voice could be heard.

Mrs. Zhao San was still asking for a sign in the hall. Song Luan stayed in it and was chest-stressed by the incense, so she came out first. In the courtyard on the left side of the main hall was a priest wearing a robe.

It’s really weird to see a Taoist in a Buddhist temple. What’s even more strange is that this Taoist was not driven out by the monk.

The Taoist priest seemed to have found her gaze, smiled slightly at her, and asked, "Fortune telling?"

Song Luan saw his face clearly, his eyebrows were clear, and his outline was sharp.

She approached him somehow, sitting opposite him, inexplicably nervous, "Then count."

The Taoist priest stared at her face carefully. It took a long time for Song Luan to hear his voice. There was a natural sense of indifference in the crispness.