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Chapter 63

Song Luan's sleeping appearance still didn't seem to grow. When he woke up the next day, he found that he was wrapped around him. Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to wake up yet. She gently retracted her legs and feet, and slowly retreated from his arms. come out.

Song Luan gazed at the man in front of him, and there was a dark black under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, she stretched out her fingers, stroked his eyebrows, and her slender fingers fell on his thin lips on.

His eyelashes are long and curled, his nose, eyes and mouth are all delicate, his face is a sickly white, his white tunic is slightly open, and his collarbone is prominent.

The sky outside the window was still dark, and only a light could be seen in the distance.

Song Luan was just about to take his hand back. The man suddenly opened his eyes and took her finger. His dim eyes gradually became clear, and his deep and magnetic voice sounded into his ears, "Why did you wake up so early? Have a nightmare ?"

Song Luan pulled out his finger and watched him shake his head, "No."

Zhao Nanyu got up, even if the room was a little dim, he still didn't light the lamp, and after turning on his clothes, he turned to her and said, "It's still early, you should sleep a little longer."

Song Luan's eyes never looked away from him. He was really a lot thinner. The gowns looked a bit empty when she wore them. She looked at his back and suddenly asked, "Are you going up?" "

"No." Zhao Nanyu explained to her in a low voice, "I'm going out to work, and I will be back soon."

Song Luan snorted slowly, got up from the bed slowly, she licked her mouth, and explained to Zhao Nanyu: "I am hungry, get up for breakfast and then sleep."

Zhao Nanyu held her shoulders, "Okay, I will order the next man to prepare breakfast."

Song Luan dropped her face, and her long black hair blocked her half of her face, and she couldn't see the expression on her face.

After she put on her clothes and rinsed, the sky was slightly shining.

Zhao Nanyu filled a bowl of millet porridge for her and pushed to her, "Taste the taste."

Song Luan took a sip and almost didn't spit it out immediately. Her brows were tight and frivolous, outspoken, "It's delicious."

It's very salty, and it's a bit burnt.

Zhao Nanyu's eyes dimmed, and she took the millet porridge in her hand to her side, "Then don't eat it."

Grandma Lin standing on the side couldn't help but cough twice, but the master was there and she couldn't say anything. The young master went to the kitchen this morning. I don't know if it was on impulse. The first time he cooked porridge inevitably did not taste good.

Song Luan naturally did not know that this came out.

Zhao Nanyu's loss of appetite these past few days, she saw that he ate a little bit before putting down the chopsticks. Song Luan was supposed to pretend to see nothing, but she was still too soft to hold back and said: "You Eat more."

The figure became thinner, and it seemed strange to feel distressed.

When Zhao Nanyu heard the words, he ate an extra bowl of rice.

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Later, the old lady sent two close-up waitresses over there, and the two Shui Lingling girls looked very young, about fifteen or sixty years old, just in time.

It is said that the maidservants have degraded their identities.

The old lady knew her grandson. Zhao Nanyu looked good and talked, but actually didn’t do much to discipline. If he gave him two concubines directly, he wouldn’t accept it. go back.

So the old lady planned to start from Song Luan and send it to her in the name of maidservant. Song Luan was also blessed, delicate and sick, and Zhao Nanyu was so energetic, how could you bear it? Over time, seeing the beautiful maids around Song Luan, maybe they can't help but want them.

The two maids were called Chunyu and Donghui. Their names were originally raised by the old lady. Since childhood, they have been trained as big maids in Zhao's house.

The obedient girl pleases the elders. Song Luan's perseverance against elders is destined to annoy people.

Song Luan supported his head and looked at Chunyu and Donghui in a graceful manner, hairy in the heart of these two girls.

They had heard the prestige of the young lady when they were serving in the old lady’s yard, and they often saw her brutally arguing with the old lady, so even if the young master was a bright and beautiful moon, they would not dare to come close in their hearts. , I am afraid that the young lady will be scolded and half dead.

Over the past six months, the two of them saw that Song Luan's temper had calmed down, so they dared to come by her side.

No one would be disturbed by such a handsome young man like Feng Qingyue and Yuefeng. If this body can give the young master, what is the risk?

Song Luan coughed twice and said coldly: "Since you have chosen to serve me, you will have to obey my rules from now on."

The two nodded, "Yes."

Song Luan did not want to talk to them more, and waved his hand, "Okay, let's go down first."

After the two left the house, Grandma Lin came together and kindly reminded her, "Ma'am, you still have to guard against it. I look at the two's minds."

Although he is not as beautiful as Song Luan, he is far better than ordinary girls.

The old lady's mind was very clear, even if it was for the three bedrooms to open their leaves as soon as possible, they should not be so anxious. Grandma Lin felt that the old lady was because she was dissatisfied with Song Luan, and wanted to take this opportunity to populate the young man's house.

She shook her head, and she understood everything that was unclear to others. The young Master had a deep affection for Song Luan, and she stayed beside the bed for days when she fell asleep.

The wife's painful consciousness was confusing and confused, and the young master always loved her to sing softly in his ears. The trivial things of feeding medicine and rubbing the body were also done by the young master himself, and he would never borrow the hand of others.

Song Luan smiled, "I know." She looked at Grandma Lin and asked curiously, "Is Zhao Nanyu really so attractive?"

Why does the little girl love to join him? Song Yu was meant to die or live for him.

Mammy Lin hesitated and did not know how to answer.

If the young master did not marry her, there was no need to worry about the marriage. Many of the nobles of the Houmen came to Zhao Nanyu's skin and did not dislike his origin.

"Young Master looks good or has good temperament, so he will naturally like it."

Song Luan doesn't agree with this, and Zhao Nanyu's temper is not good! Jealousy is also irritable. But if you think about it, he still treats her well on weekdays, but the extremely paranoid character is frightening.

"It turns out so." Indeed, in this world, Song Luan has never seen a boy who is more beautiful than Zhao Nanyu. The facial features are like being carved, exquisite and elegant, and the temperament is excellent.

It has been snowing for most of the month in Beijing, and I haven't seen Song Luan in a few days since I knew my brother. After her body was better, this child was allowed to visit her mother.

The year has passed, and my brother is five years old.

During Song Luan's time in keeping her body, she was taken care of by the third lady. The little one was forced to put on the red jacket he didn't like very much.

It was very joyful to see my brother wearing red clothes. Song Luan laughed out loudly and squeezed his face. "We know my brother is really dazzling."

In this world, only she and Zhao Nanyu have the honor of knowing brother's cheeks. Other people will not open their faces to avoid touching.

My brother knows that my brother and sister are gone. My father said that he shouldn’t mention it to his mother. He closed his mouth and didn’t even ask. He spread his palms, and inside was a pink camellia. Mother, here you are."

This was specially given to his mother.

Song Luan took the flower and happily praised him, "Oh, so beautiful, I like it very much."

His brother blushed, and he smiled, his voice small, "Then I will pick it up for you next time."

Song Luan touched the top of his head and was touched and funny. "You don't need to pick it. The flowers won't live long after you pick it off. It's enough to give your mother a flower."

"Okay." Shige is really obedient. What she said is what she said. At the end, she added lowly, "I won't pick it up later."

Only in this way can beautiful flowers live long.

This time, Brother Zhizhi suddenly talked more in front of her. He stayed obediently in her arms and slowly said, "I saw my uncle during the New Year."

On the New Year's Day, I went to the Song family to visit the New Year. I saw my grandmother and my uncle.

This stay lasted three or four days.

Shige used to hate going to the Song family. No one talked to him or played with him. His mother kept him in the house. Since his mother did not care about him, Shige felt that his uncle and grandmother liked him too. of.

"Really? Is it fun over there?" Song Luan asked him.

After thinking for a while, I nodded, "Uh huh."

The other children over there are willing to talk to him and take him to play with, although Zhige likes to be quiet and like to be alone.

Song Luan suddenly regretted that she hadn't been able to take a trip back to her mother's house during the New Year. Aunt Lin must have missed her very much, and it was estimated that she hated Zhao Nanyu.

Aunt Lin was originally dissatisfied with Zhao Nanyu. This time, her miscarriage was enough for Aunt Lin to grind his teeth and hate him.

Song Luan knew that Zhao Nanyu was guilty, and he didn't do it on purpose, so her resentment seemed so unreasonable.

But Song Luan was really afraid of the violent and prolonged pain. The physical pain was still tolerable. However, the heart was sore and uncomfortable.

She has tried hard not to blame him.

Brother Chi looked up and looked at her mother suddenly silent, her small hand gently dragged her clothes corner, pulled out a red and white from her pocket, and put it on her hand as if to please, "Mother, this is uncle and The red envelope my grandmother gave me."

"Then take care of yourself."

"Here."

Shige wanted to give all his good things to his mother.

Song Luan couldn’t help crying. Although she liked money, she was also embarrassed to take the child’s new year’s money. She said, “You’ll take it yourself, yeah, the mother hasn’t given you a red envelope yet! You have a huge red envelope, OK?"

Brother Si thinks that gold and silver are not important to him. He doesn't need it anymore. Seeing her mother likes it very much, she thought of giving it to her.

He shook his head, "I don't want, my uncle and grandmother gave me a lot of things."

Song Luan knew her mother and brother. Every time she met, she always stuffed gold into her hands, and she was very generous.

The brother who knows stubbornly put all the money he had received into her hands and looked at her with big eyes open, afraid she would not want to.

Song Luan finally compromised and put his new year's money in a small drawer and locked it. He smiled and said to him: "When you grow up, these silver will be used to marry your wife!"

Although I don't know if it is enough.

I knew the younger brother, and I didn't understand the words of marrying my wife. I nodded stupidly, "Okay."

Song Luan bounced off his head and was amused by the child's rare stupidity.

Despite the fact that Zhiren refused to ask for her red envelope, Song Luan still wanted to prepare one for him tonight. She, a mother-in-law, could not prepare nothing for her children during the New Year.

She called Grandma Lin into the house and asked, "Do you know anything you particularly like about your brother?"

Grandma Lin has taken care of him since she was born. She also knows the preferences of her brother more than Song Luan. She replied: "It seems that there is nothing I particularly like. I like to read books on weekdays."

I don’t know much about my brothers. I used to mourn my face and say nothing. These days, my words have gradually increased.

Song Luan was a little embarrassed and asked again: "Will you say he will like him if I give him the chessboard?"

Grandma Lin answered truthfully: "As long as it is sent by his wife, he will like it."

Song Luan frowned, "No, I'll think about it again."

After thinking about it for a long time, Song Luan got a chance, and knew that his brother would go to school after the New Year. Although her needlework was not good, it was more than enough to sew a small school bag.

Song Luan immediately ordered Mother-in-Law to prepare the needlework. She sewed her head and sewed it all afternoon before barely making a decent schoolbag.

In the evening, Zhao Nanyu made people come back and said that it was late.

Song Luan didn't wait for him and had dinner with his brother. It didn't take long for Grandma Lin to bring in the medicine she used to drink, and she was relieved to watch her drink all the time.

Song Luan is accustomed to the bitter taste of medicine, and can directly irrigate without frowning. Turning around and looking at her, the brother Kezi looked at her with red eyes in disapproval.

She was startled, "What's wrong with this?"

Zhigeer wiped the water off his eyes, and said dumbly: "I'm fine, mother."

He just remembered that day it was terrible to watch a basin of blood come out of his mother's house. Bloody and medicinal odors filled his mind.

Song Luan knew that he was distressed by herself, and she felt warm in her heart. She took out the little schoolbag she had made in the afternoon and handed the red envelope to Zhige, "Look, do you like it?!"

Brother Zhi squeezed the strap of the small school bag, which just fits into the book he used to go to school. The appearance is different from other people. He smiled again, focusing on his head, "like it."

Song Luan looked at him happy, and his mood became better.

Well, sweet is still her sweetheart sweetheart!

After Song Luan whispered to know his brother and fell asleep, Zhao Nanyu still did not return. Grandma Lin asked her if she would wait for him to come back?

She shook her head. "Not waiting."

Mother-in-law retired without saying anything.

Song Luan turned off the paper lantern, closed her eyes, Mo Yubanzhu still had no sleepiness, she lost sleep again. I don't know how long it passed, Song Luan heard the movement from the door.

Zhao Nanyu wrapped in a cold air and pushed open the door. Someone brought him hot water from outside, and the girl's voice in her throat spread to her ears, "Master, slave, wait for you to change your clothes and take a shower."

This is Dong Hui's voice.

Song Luan sat up from the bed, his eyebrows jumped straight, these two cheap hoofs started really fast! On the first day after I came, I hurried to Zhao Nanyu.

Zhao Nanyu's face was cold and frost-like, and his voice was cold like a thousand years of ice, "Go away."

Dong Hui bit her lip and still did not give up. With such a good opportunity, she really didn't want to give up. Usually, the young master rarely spoke loudly, and he didn't hear him let someone roll over.

Her red eyes and Pu Liu's posture said, "Let the slave-servant wait for you."

Zhao Nanyu's white face was scary, and he looked across coldly, and said angrily: "Grandma Lin, take her out to me. Those who do not follow the rules of the master will be killed directly."

Grandma Lin jumped with a sudden heart, and didn't expect Zhao Nanyu to slay her hand when she came back. She wanted to kill people directly.

Dong Hui knelt down directly, terrified and begged for mercy, "The young man spares his life, the young man spares his life."

Zhao Nanyu waved his hand, "Bring it out, let it go."

She was spared her life, but there was nothing to end.

Song Luan listened to her tightly frowning brows, and she could not sleep anyway. She put on shoes and went out, as if she was going to read a joke.

Zhao Nanyu was already sitting in the bath tub behind the screen, and the clothes were hanging high on it. Song Luan raised her eyebrows, not knowing whether it was her own illusion. She seemed to smell the blood.

Her footsteps were very soft, and the man in the room shouted: "Get out."

Song Luan raised his eyebrows and raised his head, "Oh, then I'm going."

Zhao Nanyu didn't expect that she would be so late. She thought she had fallen asleep long ago. Just after returning to the courtyard, Lin Mammy told him that Song Luan didn't wait for him to go to bed first.

It is impossible to say that you are not lost.

Zhao Nanyu froze for a moment, with an unnatural tone of explanation, "I don't know it's you."

Why is he willing to tell her to go?

Song Luan turned away and was about to leave. She was grabbed her wrist from behind and dragged her past. She fell into the bath tub embarrassedly. The warm water wet her cheeks. She wiped the water in front of her eyes and opened her mouth. , Scared by the shocking scars on his chest.

Zhao Nanyu was injured, and the wound seemed to be stabbed.

Song Luan moved his lips, "Are you... all right?"

Zhao Nanyu put her palm on the wound on her chest and pressed **** it. "It hurts a little."

It's strange that such ruthless self-mutilation does not hurt!

Song Luan glanced at him angrily and wanted to crawl out of the bath barrel, but this man was very powerful even after being hurt. He immediately caught her back in his arms and leaned on her tiredly and asked softly: "Why didn't you sleep? Are you waiting for me?"

You are awake.

After a little silence, Zhao Nanyu gently stroked her back and said, "I can't sleep."

He couldn't sleep these days, and all the pictures in her dream were covered with blood. He couldn't make a sound of pain.

Song Luan didn't say anything or resist, so he let him hug.

He coughed twice and said hoarsely in his throat, "Don't be afraid, I'll sing a minor for you later."