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Chapter 55

Song Luan's face was pale, her lips were trembling, like a pot of cold water poured directly from the top of her head, her heart kept falling down, and her calf couldn't help shaking, "You said... what?"

Zhao Nanyu put a little effort on her chin, and glanced at her lightly, with cold eyes, "I killed him, are you distressed?"

Zhao Nanyu couldn't tolerate Song Luan's concern for other men. He remembered that she liked the boy named Huai Jin very much. He redeemed the man, bought the yard and raised it for several years. tolerate.

Whenever I think of Song Luan who has smiled and approached the man, his heart is like being bitten by an ant, and his heart is long and painful.

Song Luan's ears were buzzing, and Zhao Nanyu's words fluttered lightly from her mouth like a heavy punch, hitting directly on her head, and she could not breathe, she was dumb throat, eyes Has been red, "You killed him?!"

She looked up, her eyes were wide, her red eyes were staring at his face, there was no way to calm down, and she snarled and asked him, "What are you doing to kill him?! How old is he?" Go for it!?"

Song Luan couldn't speak clearly, and he started trembling, "Do you know... Do you know that he saved me? Is your heart so cruel? Why?"

All she said was crying.

After just crossing, Song Luan actually regarded herself as an outsider. She regarded everyone as a character in the book and as a virtual character, but gradually she left these blood and flesh people in her heart.

Zhao Nanyu gently wiped the water from the corners of her eyes with her thumb, "You haven't answered me yet, did you feel bad for him?"

Song Luan couldn't stop sneering. "Yeah." She gave him a provocative look. "Yes, I just love him. What do you want? Did you kill me? You..."

Didn't you do this already?

Zhao Nanyu asked again: "Since he saved you, why did he lie to me?"

Because of fear, Song Luan's fear of Zhao Nanyu was born. She always had nightmares these days. In the dream, the sky seemed to be saturated with bright red blood. Zhao Nanyu was alone in white clothes, her coat fluttering, standing on her back, standing Above the high wall, cold eyes looked at the corpses everywhere, holding a sharp sword in his hand, a few blood stains on his white clothing, and the blood stains on Bai Bi's flawless face.

His face was expressionless, and there was no wave in his eyes. His dark pupil looked like a pool of stagnant water, and he watched the world silently.

He is the male lead of this world, he has the biggest golden finger open to heaven. He was cruel, he was violent, he always prevailed, and no one was his opponent.

The Song Luan in the dream looked at her so quietly, a familiar colic came from her internal organs, and it felt like someone had poured sulfuric acid on her internal organs, corroding her body a little bit, she even Can hear the sound of kidney erosion.

Song Luan was sore every time he dreamed of these, and she stood not far from Zhao Nanyu, reaching out to ask for help with him, but after a closer look, she saw that the sword in his hand had already penetrated Her heart.

"You will be angry." Song Luan's pale and weak explanation.

Song Luan shook her eyes, staggered under her feet, and barely supported the table before she could stand firm. She even pulled off her wrists, and she was completely cold.

Zhao Nanyu touched her face, "I didn't kill him, I just lied to you."

Song Luan's back was cold with sweat, and it was good to say a few words in a row.

Huai Jin didn't die.

Her legs and feet fell softly and fell helplessly in his arms. Song Luan looked at the man holding her with complicated eyes. With her eyes closed, Song Luan could still remember the situation when Zhao Nanyu blocked her whip that day. Sometimes she thought she When she was about to like him, Zhao Nanyu's actions always dissuaded her.

The net cast in the sky made her breathless.

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Song Luan was angry.

She is timid, but not bad tempered. She found that she and Zhao Nanyu couldn't quarrel with each other. He rarely ran out of control. Every word he said and every expression he made were just right.

Even if Song Luan lost his temper at him, he couldn't hurt him. It was like a punch on cotton. Song Luan felt that instead of quarreling with him, he behaved as if he didn't care.

These days coincided with the changes in Chaotang's current situation. Zhao Nanyu was very busy every day and did not return for three days.

For this, Song Luan did not care, even did not even ask. Every day I read the book and fiddle with her gold and silver jewelry, and occasionally cook meals for my brother, which is very pleasant.

Zhao Nanyu stayed in the palace during this time. His cold facial features fell deep into the darkness. His expression was difficult to distinguish. He asked the people behind him coldly, "Did she ask anything?"

The subordinate lowered his head and dared not look at him. Bi Gongbi told the truth, "I never asked."

Zhao Nanyu tightened his jaw tightly and the outline was cold, "Did you not ask a word?"

"No."

The cold wind was blowing, and the first snow floated tonight.

Zhao Nanyu suddenly felt a little cold. It seemed that Song Luan had a very good life at home. It was never important whether he was there or not.

The subordinate raised his eyes and opened his mouth just to say something.

The man's momentum suddenly cooled down, and a word came out from his mouth, "Go."

The master was in a bad mood, and the subordinates did not dare to say more, and left quickly.

After a few more days, Zhao Nanyu still lived in the palace and did not return, nor did he let Song Luan speak.

Song Luan did not show any dissatisfaction with this, but Mrs. Zhao Sansan had something to say.

Mrs. Zhao San sincerely felt that Song Luan had repented. She hoped that these two couples would have a good life, and they would not quarrel with the Cold War without moving, not only hurting their feelings, but also not good for their children.

Between husband and wife, there can never be two people who are brave, and one must always be soft. Three years ago, Zhao Sanye was a jerk. Isn't she coaxing the 3rd Lord now? Between men and women pay attention to Yin and Yang reconciliation, both soft and hard.

These three truths are not good for Zhao Nanyu to say, after all, he is a step-son, no matter how good he is, he is not close.

And Song Luan is a person who listens to the left ear and listens to the right ear. He says that he doesn’t take heart at all. As a result, the three ladies are also weak. This time, even if they know that they are both grumpy, they don’t interfere. Go for it.

When Zhao Nanyu was away from home, according to the usual practice, Brother Zhi lived in a room with her. Like his father, he had cold hands and feet in winter, so he couldn't cover it up.

Song Luan wrapped him like a dumpling every day. Three of the inside and three outside were afraid he would be frozen. She also learned to sew the cloak and bought a white fox fur to sew him a cloak.

Song Luan's fun these days is to make her brother look beautiful.

In the capital, it snowed for days. Wrapped in silver, the wind blew, the roof was covered with white snow, a thick layer, and the sunlight slanted on it. After a while, the snow turned into crystal clear drops of water, dripping down the veins of the eaves.

I know that my brother has less homework these days, and it only suffices to practice two words a day. Most of the time I lie in her hut.

The child's words are still as few as before, and talking to her is also concise and clear, but compared to before, knowing brother will also take her hand to be coquettish, and will not be very embarrassed to raise his request.

After so long, Song Luan also found out that actually knowing his brother is just looking at the cold. In fact, the child is very sticky. What she is doing, he is staring at her.

On that day, Song Luan brought a big snowman in the yard with his brother, and his hands were cold and red, but he was happy.

My brother's fingers are also red, Song Luan took him back into the room, and put a soup woman in his hand, some snow on his clothes, Song Luan reached out and patted a clean, smiled and asked him, "Is it still cold?"

Shige shook his head, "It's not cold anymore." He handed Tang Tangzi in front of her and said, "Here."

"It's so filial to know our brother."

He blushed and lowered his head.

Song Luan roasted his hands by the small fire for a while. After warming up, he dared to touch him with his fingers and asked, "I've been bored to see you for these two days. I'm afraid I'll hold you back."

Song Luan thought that knowing his brother was unhappy because of his heavy academic work. Later, he thought that not only was Zhao Nanyu not at home, but Zhao Chao rarely came back.

Zhao Chao is not young, and he hasn't spoken yet. His mother was terribly terrible, so he only moved her son to kiss.

It's not a kind of kiss, at most it's a match.

Song Luan heard that the matchmaker had introduced Zhao Zhao to a well-matched and knowledgeable girl. If you look right, it is estimated that it will not take long before you can drink Zhao Chao's wedding wine.

In the book, Zhao Chao is deeply rooted in the heroine, but now the heroine has never appeared in the capital, and I don’t know if Zhao Chao will fall in love with other girls. After all, Zhao Chao is a representative figure who is determined to be determined.

Song Luan also heard that Zhao Chao's girls who had seen each other for a few days had all failed. His mother has not let him go these days, and it seems that this year he will be forced to become a relative.

As a result, Zhao Chao did not have much time to teach his brother homework.

Brother Zhi was lowering his head and his voice was low. After a long time, he muttered and said: "Mother, I miss my father."

Knowing my brother is very sticky and familiar. I haven't seen Zhao Nanyu for almost ten days. He was not used to it for a while.

Song Luan's fingertips, her face stiffened, she smiled, "Your father is busy with things in the palace, will you see in a few days?"

She didn't ask him for news, and Zhao Nanyu didn't send someone to give her a message. Song Luan wouldn't take the initiative to find someone to give him a message, to see who was suffocating. Anyway, the one who surrendered the weapon first was definitely not her.

She accumulatively loved Zhao Nanyu's insignificance, and it quickly disappeared in front of him.

Shi Ge's arms around her waist, buried her face in her waist socket, voice aggrieved, "I...I...I..."

Zhizhiwuwu, he couldn't say clearly.

Song Luan touched the top of his head and whispered to him softly, "I know you miss him, and wait for him at home, okay?"

Shi Geer squeezed his mouth tightly, looked up at her small face, looked at her babble and asked, "Mother, can you take me into the palace to find my father?"

Enter the palace? In fact, it is not impossible.

Song Luan also knew that Zhao Nanyu was probably busy fighting for power during this time, and Feiyu Yushi was not good.

When the dynasty changed, a little carelessness would make it impossible.

Before the Six Highnesses knelt in the Wenhua Hall for many days, the emperor was impressed. The old emperor first issued a decree to praise his filial piety, and then released the queen from the cold palace.

At this time, Zhao Nanyu was busy pursuing the remnant power of the empress in the palace, and no one could tell that the emperor would not live long, but the edict from the crown prince was not issued.

Song Luan sighed, she didn't want to see Zhao Nanyu, and came down hard, she said: "Silly boy, how can the palace be so easy to enter? We are just waiting at home."

It’s sad to see my brother, and I’m lost.

Song Luan softened and lowered his body, looking at him and saying, "You can write so many words now, you can write to your father."

My brother didn't say good or bad. Song Luan knew that he was sad, but she still insisted that she did not agree.

After noon, Zhige'er lying on the bed beside her, taking off her coat and covering her quilt, hugging her, "Mother, then I will write to my father at night."

Song Luan secretly relieved himself, but he knew that the brother did not continue to say that he would enter the palace.

She closed her eyes and thought silently that maybe after this winter, the capital will change.

Zhao Nanyu is about to embark on his path as a power minister, and there are only less than three months left before the original poison in the original book.

Song Luan didn't feel any discomfort in his body recently, but he felt pain when he was dreaming. The eroded pain is not really like a dream.

Zhao Nanyu's poison to the original owner is very tricky, and the poisoning is also chronic. It devours the life of this body year by year. The book says that the original owner will live in pain every day, and all the organs in the body seem to be used The knives stirred together, the pain made the population speechless, but they would not die for a while.

This kind of poison will make people tortured and incapable of dying.

Song Luan half-dreamed and woke up thinking that she shouldn't have to suffer this kind of torture. Zhao Nanyu showed mercy to her men.

When Zhao Nanyu got her power as she wished, she could reach

When mentioning and leaving.

The mother and son fell asleep until the evening, and it was dark early.

The room was warm, and the incense burner was lit with a light aroma, and it came out of the nose.

Song Luan wore embroidered shoes and wore a piece of clothing at random to call the maid in. Although he lowered his hands and feet, this little movement awoke the brother who was sleeping on the bed.

He rubbed his eyes, his expression was cute, shouted her mother in a silly voice, and then used to stretch out his hand, "Hug."

Song Luan blew three times in his heart, and was so cute by his son's appearance that he walked back and dressed him before he picked up the man.

The maidservants pour in and start to cook.

Song Luan walked to the desk in the middle with his brother in mind, put the person on the chair, and said, "Write a letter to your father, I'm afraid you can't wait."

Knowing my brother nodded obediently, the posture of holding the pen was quite correct.

Song Luan naturally wouldn't look at what he wrote. When she knew her brother and wrote a letter, she went to the yard to fold a few plum blossoms and put it in a vase of love tea. The plum scent is pleasant and does not feel bad.

Shige quickly wrote the letter, put it in the envelope and handed it to her, "Mother, I wrote it."

"So fast?"

"Ok."

In the past, when Zhao Nanyu was away from home, his brother would write to him, but he didn't have too many words, and he would not say sweet words. The question often asked is when will he come back?

Song Luan received his letter with a smile, and planned to wait until tomorrow to let Xiao Liu send him into the palace.

On the day of the young year, there was another heavy snowfall.

There was news in the palace that the emperor fell ill again, and several young princes were ill in the palace.

Song Luan almost always thought that Zhao Nanyu was going to spend the New Year in the palace. She guessed he certainly didn't want to see her.

But in the afternoon of the young year, Zhao Nanyu rode back to Zhao Mansion from the palace. The gatekeepers were taken aback.

Zhao Nanyu sneered, and just crossed the gate, the people around Mr. Zhao respectfully came up to speak, "Young Master, Grandpa, please come over."

He hasn't returned home for many days. It is reasonable to say that he should go to his grandfather and grandmother's side to ask for peace.

Zhao Nanyu had a trace of impatience, clenched his fingers, put away the murderousness in his eyes, and spit out three words coldly, "Got it."

The situation in Beijing and Central China is tense, and Mr. Zhao has something to tell him to call him.

The men with three bedrooms and two bedrooms are also present, and the eldest brother who has left Beijing has also returned.

The old man said to them with a serious heart: "Recently you must talk carefully and carefully, remember not to stand in a team casually, it is the right way to protect yourself. This is a muddy water, and no one of you should fall into it, so as not to affect the life of the whole family."

The battle for seizing a daughter from ancient times has been **** and bloody, with countless deaths and injuries.

All the children nodded and said yes.

The old man deliberately gave Zhao Nanyu, who was absent-minded, a meaningful meaning: "Ayu, have you heard?"

Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes, "Hear."

"That's good."

After coming out from the courtyard of Grandpa Zhao, Zhao Nanyu walked straight towards Song Luan's house. When she walked to the courtyard, she could hear her laughter through a door.

The room was brightly lit, and she didn't know what she said to her brother, and she fell on the bed with a smile.

Zhao Nanyu vigorously pushed the door open with both hands, and the cold wind wrapped in the snow and drilled in.

He stood by the door, his figure was tall, his facial features were cold, and his eyes were dark like a lonely pool, unfathomable.

Zhao Nanyu stared motionlessly at the Song Luan on the soft collapse. The charcoal-burning house was warm. She only wore a light pink single coat, her collar slightly open, her collarbone half exposed, her mouth slightly open, and she seemed a little surprised.

Zhao Nanyu had to say that Song Luan's ignorance and a little glamorous look really made people want to ravage.