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This is the anti-theft chapter. She feels boring. Zhao Nanyu is really exactly the same as the one written in "The Minister of Power". She is not close to the female and has a cold personality. If he treats a woman differently, it must be used for a purpose. she was.

So it's not too much to say that he is cruel.

Song Luan took off his shoes, socks and coat and rolled into bed, wrapped himself into a cocoon, rolled in a circle on the bed, and fell asleep under the quilt.

Zhao Nanyu sat at the bed and stared at her quietly, her white fingers lightly touched her cheeks, the pupils gradually became darker, and the corners of her lips rose a little, with a smile on her face.

He didn't see it, she didn't show any sincerity to him.

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It was early summer and the weather was getting hotter. During these days, she rarely saw Zhao Nanyu. He was too busy to see him. Song Luan could also guess what he was probably busy with. This year the male host took up His Royal Highness. Since then, he has started Protruding in the Chaotang, straight up. The Six Highnesses finally killed the encirclement in the fierce battle for the succession of the enemies. Among them, Zhao Nanyu exerted a lot of energy and strategy, and the new emperor ascended the throne. He also became the heavy minister of Quan Qing.

Breaking the finger to count the days, less than one year left before the new emperor ascended the throne, that is to say, Zhao Nanyu was not far from the beginning.

It wasn’t Song Luan’s self-love, she really thought that Zhao Nanyu should not be as murderous as she used to be. She was stabbed with poison and set fire to others. Occasionally she could even see love in his eyes.

Zhao Nanyu didn't show up very much, she was happy.

On this day, Madam Zhao San suddenly called her over and invited her to have lunch together.

Mrs. Zhao San, who is the biological mother of Zhao Wenyan, was dedicated to the Buddha. She never asked Zhao Nanyu about it. She couldn’t even ask Zhao Nanyu, the “son,” not to ask her for peace every year. Zhao Nanyu’s gloomy body was too heavy and she didn’t like it.

Song Luan wore gold and silver, and put on a very gorgeous makeup before slowly going to the house of the third lady in the west courtyard. The lunch was already set, and Mrs. Zhao San looked up and saw a bright and shiny makeup. The woman immediately frowned, thinking that Song Luan hadn't made much progress for several years.

Mrs. Zhao San sighed deeply in her heart. She couldn’t take this daughter-in-law. She didn’t dare to say or dare to scold. Song Luan was not only arrogant, but she also had a bad temper. You said she could hit you with dozens of sentences. After crying, making trouble, hanging up, and being aggrieved, she made a fuss and wanted to go back to her family.

Mrs. Zhao San returned to see that her eyes hurt, and she dared to call people when she was fully prepared. She smiled, "Aluan, sit down."

Song Luan sat opposite her, and there was a strange woman sitting on the table. Mrs. Zhao San said, "This is Ruoyun, a girl from the Yang family in Suzhou."

That is her niece.

Yang Ruoyunsheng's little family Jasper is also very good looking up to the sky, with a petite face and a smile on his face, and when he looks at it, he knows that he is a reasonable person.

Song Luan nodded at her, beckoned.

In the original book, Yang Ruoyun is a very important person. He is a female partner in this book. He is obsessed with the male host. Every year, Yang Ruoyun will live in the Zhao family for a period of time. When she was young, she liked to follow the male host. Want to marry him.

As a female match, Song Luan thinks that she is a very clever female match, so that the small means will never let the male host know, because the male host likes a simple cowardly little white rabbit, she silently guards the male host by the side, working hard to complain, not asking for a name Points will not be forced.

Yang Ruoyun grasped the fact that the original owner did not like the male owner, and slowly approached the original owner, blowing her ears to make her separate from the male owner. Angry male master, lost his life.

"My cousin is good." Yang Ruoyun smiled sweetly at her.

Song Luan also smiled a little, "Nice cousin."

At this moment, she suddenly gave birth to a feeling that Zhao Nanyu and Yang Ruoyun matched so well. The ruthless young master and the scheming infatuated girl were born to be a pair!

The book "The Minister of Power" says that the man likes to be the kind of delicate, coquettish, crying, courageous, charming and charming woman. Song Luan thought that all men may not escape the desire to conquer and protect .

The delicate and weak girl is more able to evoke the protection of men.

Mrs. Zhao San really didn't know what her niece thought about Zhao Nanyu. She didn't tell Zhao Nanyu any plans to send her concubine. She said bitterly, "The old man couldn't sleep at all these days."

Song Luan pretended to be worried, "What's wrong with this?"

Mrs. Zhao San went on to say: "Ding thrives in the big house and the second room. Only our three houses have thin heirs. I knew that my brother was premature. He was weak and often ill..." Shui Guang continued: "Now that I know my brother is four years old, should you and Ayu also ask for another one?"

This is not what she wanted to say. Master Zhao San did not care at all. It was the old lady who asked her to call her.

The old lady hates Zhao Nanyu, but she loves to know her brother so much that she feels lonely at home and has no children to accompany him. Coupled with other married grandchildren who have more than one child, they inevitably want to be urged.

Mrs. Zhao San could see that Song Luan was not interested in Zhao Nanyu, let alone liked it. She also heard that there was an accident with a wise brother. After four years of marriage, both of them had nothing to do, and most of them had no feelings. with.

Song Luan thought that Mrs. Zhao San was to make a bridge for Yang Ruoyun. She had already figured out what she was going to do. She had a tantrum and then reluctantly agreed. If the man had a woman, there would be no time Take care of her, how good!

After thousands of calculations, Mrs. Zhao San actually urged her and Zhao Nanyu to have a baby? !

Oh my god.

Song Luan was embarrassed to tell her that the two of them had almost never shared a room. After she walked in, she did sleep with Zhao Nanyu for many times. It seems that they are very close, but Zhao Nanyu has never touched it. She, without desire and without desire, is like a monk with a clear heart.

She has reason to guess that Zhao Nanyu has not touched her for the past four years. So the original owner will look for men one by one outside!

Under such circumstances, how could they still have children?

Song Luan laughed twice, "Children's affairs have to go hand in hand."

Mrs. Zhao San was very disappointed when she heard what she said. She didn't want to care about them very much. Unfortunately, the old lady made a speech. Even if she didn't want to control anymore, she had to control it.

"I can see it too. Your husband and wife have improved a lot these days. It's not difficult to take advantage of this opportunity to have a child." The third lady must have misunderstood her, thinking she was because she didn't have Zhao Nanyu in her heart. The reluctant words that he did not want to give birth to for his children were not so glorious when they met their brothers.

In October when she was pregnant, Song Luan lost countless tempers at the Zhao family, crying, making trouble, and smashing things, making the Zhao family restless.

Song Luan cheeked and pretended not to understand what she said, "Naturally the fate comes when the child comes."

Yang Ruoyun, who was sitting on the side, even opened up for her, "Auntie, Cousin said yes, the child's matter depends on fate."

Of course, Yang Ruoyun didn't want her to regenerate one. She looked forward to Song Luan's unreasonable troubles, completely annoying Zhao Nanyu, and letting them spoil.

Mrs. Zhao San's mouth said she couldn't move Song Luan. The people in front of her didn't enter. She was worried and sighed. "Since you say that, you will go to the temple with me next month to ask for a sign. The Bodhisattva will see you. Sincerely, the child may come."

Asking for Bodhisattva is better than asking for Zhao Nanyu.

He is simply not a normal man, scary with good restraint, he will never touch without touching.

Song Luan pretended to be silly, "Okay."

There is no other way for Mrs. Zhao San, even if she knows that Song Luan is going to the temple, she will not really ask for a child. She also wants to try it.

After saying a few words, Mrs. Zhao San also found that Song Luan was not the same as before. She used to be beautiful, but she was too brutal and sharp, and she was unreasonable. She looked calm today and seemed to be calm. It seems to be a lot better. She smiles sweetly and charmingly.

In the twinkling of an evening, Song Luan started to go back, and Mrs. Zhao San didn't hold back, looking at her for a few more words, finally she couldn't bear it, and finally reminded, "Aluan, you... you're going from now on After that, he broke off with other men. He should never have thoughts that he should never have. Nan Yu...he... he is not a very annoying person."

Mrs. Zhao San saw it from a long time ago. Zhao Nanyu's child was extraordinary, and he didn't give people a chance to breathe.

Song Luan Yang Xiaoyi is still hooking up with powerful men. Zhao Nanyu must know these things.

Where she went and said something, I am afraid that she couldn't escape Zhao Nanyu's eyes, so the third lady asked him to spare his nephew in Dali Temple, but Zhao Nanyu didn't appreciate it.

Song Luan thought she was right, her head was like pounding garlic, "Uh, uh, you are right."

She decided to see He Run all around!

But Song Luan was still too little to see the original master's ability, she just returned to her yard in the evening, and then listened to the words of the servants of the servants, and a little drow came to the door, and happened to meet Zhao Nanyu, who came back from the palace, just in front of the gate. He was so bold that he would not let him in. He shouted loudly outside the door, and he would see Song Luan.

Zhao Nanyu immediately kicked him and kicked the man against the pillar, vomiting blood.

Chilling along the back of Song Luan's back, she was afraid of death tonight! ! !

The wind in the early summer was very gentle, the breeze blowing across her cheeks, the fine hair on the forehead fluttered with the wind, the coat fluttered, the golden light fell at dusk, she blew the wind for a while by the pond and returned to her house Here it is.

The candlelight was bright in the room, and the girls in the kitchen were going in and out. Zhao Nanyu had already returned from Dali Temple, unloaded his kimono and put on a light blue regular dress, and his whole face looked more delicate just after bathing. The eyebrows are clean, the skin is fair, the temperament is like blue, and the ice and jade is like an immortal fairy.

Song Luan found that the jade pendant hanging on his waist had never been changed. It was still a piece of old jade in color, not too eye-catching.

She remembered that this should be the relic left by Zhao Nanyu’s mother. His mother died of a serious illness. An abandoned prostitute with a few-year-old child was displaced from poverty to poverty, and finally died of illness because he couldn’t afford medicine. .

Everything his mother could sell was sold, and he was only left with this piece of jade which was not very valuable.

In this way, Zhao Nanyu's childhood was also very miserable, and it is no wonder that his personality was distorted and morbid after he grew up.

Song Luan quietly withdrew his gaze and sat down opposite him.

Zhao Nanyu's body was faintly scented, lingering on the tip of her nose, which smelled good, but she felt uncomfortable when smelling it, her chest was tight and her throat hurt, she coughed twice and poured a large glass of water.

"not comfortable?"

"Fortunately."

Song Luan remembered that she still had something to tell him, the blood relationship was really wonderful, even if she didn't have the memory of having a baby in October, but she instinctively regarded her brother as her own son, she opened her mouth, Suddenly stopped.

Because she hadn't figured out how to call him, calling her full name seemed too unkind, and she shouted "Ayu" like others, and she felt greasy again.

"Well, I have something to say to you."

"You said."

"I think you are too strict about knowing your brother. He was not too difficult to learn at the age of four. There is an idiom. You should know that it is not good to pull seedlings to help."

Zhao Nanyu smiled angrily, "Strictly? Why did I get him?"

Song Luan tried to reason with him, "The ancient poems you want him to learn are not understandable by a four-year-old kid, and he will not punish him if he learns, wouldn't you be distressed?"

Feng Shui took turns. Before that, Zhao Nanyu would not have thought that Song Luan would one day ask him that he was not distressed about the child and was angry, he said: "The mother has many defeats, you don't want him to be a waste of nothing in the future."

"Strictly not a bad thing, but you are too hasty."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Zhao Nanyu asked her seriously.

After thinking for a while, Song Luan replied: "In combination with work and rest, you should still let him play. Don't punish him if you don't move, don't you know?"

Zhao Nanyu grinned, "Okay."

Song Luan was also nervous and sweated in the palm of his hand. Fortunately, Zhao Nanyu was not so unreasonable. She could listen to reasonable suggestions and think about it. When they had a better relationship in the future, she would justify the facts and reason with him. Harmony should not be as difficult as it is now.

She couldn't help but want to say two words: so good!

Song Luan was refreshed, and after eating in a good mood, he ate an extra bowl of food. Maybe he ate too much. Before that, the uncomfortable feeling surged up again. When he got up, he was dizzy and his chest was short and short of breath. Black, she almost didn't stand, Xin Zhao Zhao Nanyu's eyes were swift, reaching for her waist, his face was heavy, his black and white eyes were staring at her closely, and he just wanted to speak. Song Luan waved his hand, first he took a step, dryly laughed twice, "I just got up fast, did not stand firm."

After she stood firm, she silently pushed his hand away. Song Luan didn't know what was wrong with him. The uncomfortable feeling was only for a moment, and she disappeared in a blink of an eye, and she didn't care.

This body is already virtual, even if she fainted today.

Zhao Nanyu pinched her wrist and dragged the person to his side. The eyes were not deep, and she looked at her carefully, and she did not see anything wrong before releasing her. "If you are uncomfortable, you should say it. , Don't bear it."

Song Luan thought, I don’t dare to let you know even if I have a minor illness or a disaster, but you want to poison me! If she bought the doctor, she cried without crying.

"I am not a tolerant person." The answer she gave was taken for granted.

Zhao Nanyu whispered softly, "This is fine."

What good? Song Luan didn't understand.

That night, she thought that Zhao Nanyu would tell her that she would leave Beijing soon, but it didn't. Song Luan lay straight on the bed for a night without waiting.

She did not interfere with the main plot of the book. It stands to reason that the plot line has certainly not changed, then the rest may be that Zhao Nanyu did not intend to tell her.

Okay, don’t say it.

Anyway, he was about to leave, hurry up, hurry up, walk round, to meet his lovely, kind and simple mistress, and then let her go.

The next day, Zhao Nanyu Mu Xiu was at home.

People in the house who did not believe their feelings had improved gradually gradually changed their minds. The time of a few months was enough for them to see clearly whether Song Luan had really changed or was fake.

Zhao Nanyu spent most of the day not in her room, either in Dali Temple or in her study.

Mrs. Zhao San was busy with Zhao Wenyan's affairs and looked much better. She repeatedly reminded her of having children.

Every night there is a vigil outside the house, so Song Luan and Zhao Nanyu have no round room, and Mrs. Zhao San knows.

She didn't think it was Zhao Nanyu's problem, it must be that Song Luan refused to let him touch, and the two would be so cold in the room.

When the family banquet ended this month, Mrs. Zhao San secretly pulled Song Luan to speak, "A Luan, you have to be more considerate to A Yu, he is so old, he really can't hold back, and you have been cold for him His heart."

What Mrs. Zhao San did not say is that when Ayu stubbornly finds a concubine, you should not make trouble at that time.

Song Luan is really wrong, Zhao Nanyu does not touch her, what can she do? Could it be that he took off/bare clothes and rushed to him to force him on?

"Mother, I know."

"Ugh."

Mrs. Zhao San obviously didn't believe her.

Song Luan felt that they were fine now, she had to have a relationship with Zhao Nanyu, man, two faces under the bed, who knew she could bear Zhao Nanyu's appearance on the bed.

The hero of romance novels usually has very good abilities. She can make people die on the bed if you can't move. You can't open your legs/legs or move the road. She doesn't want this.

In less than two days, Song Luan left behind what Mrs. Zhao San said, and Zhao Nanyu had to leave Beijing within a few days. She had a lot of ambitions and became more courageous.

Finding a good weather day, Song Luan's beautiful woman went out. She was still foolishly thinking that there was no one behind her, and she flew freely along the way.

When Song Heqing was killed, he didn't expect to meet his most disobedient sister in the restaurant. Song Heqing and Song Luan were born of a mother, but he was very kind to his few sisters.

The only thing that won't worry him is Song Luan.

He looked at the lack of a formal sister in the lobby. His brain was blunt with pain, rubbing his eyebrows, and told his confidant, "Come on, please invite Miss Three."

"Yes."

Song Luan was taken in front of Song Heqing with a dumb expression. When he saw the person in front of him, he shouted "Brother" in a silly voice. They had met on the day they returned, so Song Luan recognized him.