Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 62

Song Luan was awake and slept in bed for three or four days. Someone fed her water every day. When she was groggy, she still remembered a low, hoarse voice in her ears.

When she opened her eyes, it was already the second day of the Chinese New Year. The window was covered with heavy snow, the window and the door were tightly closed, Song Luan sat up from the bed, her face was pale as paper, and her slender fingers pinched the bed sheet under her. The eyelashes twitched slightly, and he lifted his eyelids to look around, and there was no one in the room.

There is no other discomfort except for the soft body.

She moved her calf and heard a series of jingling sounds. Song Luan lifted the quilt and glanced at the extra silver chain on her ankle. She looked stunned, and then she laughed.

Look, all her guesses and worries have been fulfilled.

The male owner is a perverted dog.

With a squeak, the door was opened. The man in the dark gown came in, and the wind through the door blew away some of the heating in the room.

Song Luan's blank eyes suddenly became clear. She dragged the chain around her ankle. Her face was ugly and her tone was rather harsh. "Untie."

Zhao Nanyu sat silently beside her, gently stroked her face, and smiled palely and feebly, "You finally woke up."

His eyes were also haggard, and his lips were pale, and it seemed that he had not had a good time in the past two days when she was lethargic.

This child is also the flesh and blood of Zhao Nanyu. He had sincerely expected his coming. The poison was by himself. This child was also killed by his own hands. His heart was not made of stone. How could it not hurt? The tip of the heart seems to be stabbed into the barb, and it will only hurt even more if you want to take it out.

Holding a bowl of white porridge, Zhao Nanyu continued: "Let’s eat something first."

Although Song Luan didn't have much energy, she glared at him with her chin up, "You untie it."

If Zhao Nanyu didn't hear it, Song Luan bowed his head and bite fiercely on his wrist. The sharp teeth pierced his skin and was deeply rooted in his flesh. The bite bleeds and he just let go.

Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to hurt, and didn't frown.

Song Luan was discouraged. She seemed to understand the reason for Zhao Nanyu's nerves. In fact, she was so ill at the end of the day that she was confused and nonsense, but only vaguely remembered what she said.

She smiled weakly and looked at Zhao Nanyu's eyes very calmly. She couldn't even find resentment against him in her eyes. "I said all that nonsense that day. You untie it, I won't run."

Song Luan took a deep breath and spoke lightly, "I'm like this now, what do you want?"

Her words were like a sharp sword, which pierced his heart directly.

Song Luan reminded Zhao Nanyu all the time that her sick and weak body looked like him.

Song Luan wanted to understand that it was boring to sneak away and not run away.

Doesn't she still have a family?

The blood on Zhao Nanyu's face gradually faded, and his eyes fell, and without a word, he took out the key that he had put with him, and untied the chains around her ankle.

Song Luan did not look at him, and lay down again, his back to him, "I don't want to eat."

Zhao Nanyu thought she would wake up crying and yelling, pointing at his nose and yelling, but she didn't expect her to seem calm as if nothing had happened, and she couldn't see a little bit of resentment against him in her eyes.

She has no emotions towards him.

Zhao Nanyu grinned barely, "How do you eat these days, and don't ruin your body."

Song Luan turned around, his eyes met his eyes straight, and smiled like a prank, "You go out, I will eat."

Zhao Nanyu compromised dumbly, "Okay."

Just after he left, Mammy Lin walked in with lunch, she waited cautiously and watched her eat two bowls of porridge before she withdrew the table.

Song Luan wore a coat and got off the bed. The charcoal fire in the room didn't feel cold at all. Song Luan wanted to open the window to breathe, and was stopped by Mammy Lin, "Ma'am, it's cold outside, hurt."

She nodded, her body was her own, and others could not feel distressed, but she could not abuse herself.

Zhao Nanyu also knew that Song Luan didn’t want to see himself, but he still stayed in her room for three meals a day. After a few days, she saw a little blood on her face. He said: It’s Lantern Festival, and the street will be very lively that night, you will love it."

Song Luan's performance is lacking, "Oh."

When she woke up, she found that his jade piece was worn on her neck intact, Song Luan had been indifferent to it, and no one could but Zhao Nanyu.

He hugged her from the back and put his hands gently on her waist. Zhao Nanyu rested her chin on her shoulder. "Don't you like it?"

Song Luan's body was stiff, and her eyes did not know where to look, "I'm just thinking, you said if he was still a boy or a girl?"

She and Zhao Nanyu are not bad in appearance. If they are girls, they must be very cute. If it's a boy, it should be as smart as a brother.

Zhao Nanyu choked with a throat, unable to speak. After he eased over, he opened his mouth and was about to open his mouth. He listened to Song Luan and said, "Well, well, we won't say this."

It’s just a matter of losing both sides.

......

Song Luan's miscarriage was almost the same as when she was pregnant and could not hide the people in the house.

When Madam San was listening to the news, she almost didn’t faint. When she went back to visit, didn’t she and her mother still feel well? How can the child disappear in a blink of an eye? A Yu looked so strict again, this shouldn't be.

She wanted to visit, Ayu refused her in a few words.

When the third lady saw him, he couldn't do it anymore. For a decade, A Yu's death was really rare. She patted him on the shoulder and could only comfort: "You are still young, and you will have children in the future, don't be too sad. Now."

Zhao Nanyu twitched his lips lightly, unable to laugh.

No, there will be no more in this life.

"Wait for Aluan to be better, and hope her mother can talk to her." Zhao Nanyu said lowly.

The third lady thought the stepson was rather pitiful, and nodded, "You can rest assured."

"Thank you mother."

*

This year, Song Luan had been quiet.

On the day of the third day of the New Year, the old lady asked her to come over to dinner together. Song Luan packed herself up beautifully, and put on her original pale face after putting on makeup.

Compared to the previous days, she lost a lot of weight, and all of her clothes looked bigger.

I don't know if the old lady pityed her. This time she looked a lot softer, and she never said anything strange.

Several of Mrs. Zhao’s wives were not absent. The first lady and the second wife were having a good time. Song Luan just bowed his head to drink chicken soup, and did not intend to insert/enter their topics, but they couldn’t stand them. They always wanted to mention her.

The second lady pretended to ask: "Aluan's health is okay? This miscarriage is not a trivial matter. If it is not maintained, it will fall ill in the future."

Song Luan put down the spoon in his hand, smiled at the second lady, and responded bitterly, "It's good, let you down."

Mrs. Er's face changed and she glared at her, "What do you say, Aunt also cares about you."

care? Song Luan just wanted to sneer.

Even the old lady didn't have anything to do with her premises, so the second lady had a mouth in her ears.

"That really bothered you."

The old lady interrupted them coldly, "Fine dinner."

After using the meal, the second lady did not intend to stop, and her voice was very loud. I didn’t know who to tell. "My nephew has three children, and he is younger than Ayu. I heard that these two days, he One of the concubines was pregnant again, and she also suffered from a good wife, a generous person, a good personality, and a hundred obedience." When the second lady sighed with the people around her, she did not forget to glance at Song Luan. "Marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous, jealous person with bad temperament can't ask for it."

The old lady glanced at her secretly and said meaningfully, "I remember that A Yu had never had a concubine?"

"Yeah. No."

Song Luan's ghostly temper, who dare to give A Yu Zhang Luo.

Who doesn't have a concubine's house in this world? If you are a good concubine, you have to pick it up in a sedan chair.

The old lady didn’t want to be involved in Zhao Nanyu’s affairs. Whether he accepted the concubine room or not had nothing to do with the big room. Seeing that her elder son had returned to Beijing now, Song Luan had shamelessly seduce her eldest son. , But his nature doesn't change, what if he wants to hook up with his son if he's unwilling?

With Song Luan's beauty, it is not impossible for the eldest son to be confused by her. Therefore, the eldest lady wanted to take the opportunity to coax the old lady to give Zhao Nanyun a concubine room, and give Song Luan a stumbling block, so that she had no energy to hook up with others.

To tell the truth, Song Luan wouldn’t want Zhao Nanyun to accept her concubine. Who can bear him? Anyway, she was blessed to suffer.

She said with a smile, "It's really not that my nephew's daughter is jealous. I'm weak, and I often serve bad husbands. I also want to find two girls who know the truth and help the husbands."

Everyone was stunned. The old lady coughed twice, "Okay, you don't need to worry about this."

Song Luan understood that the old lady already had plans in mind.

Before leaving, the old lady asked Grandma to bring her a box of ginseng from the house. After all, it was her mind, and Song Luan did not refuse, and took a whisper and thanked before leaving.

Zhao Nanyu came home late at night, Song Luan was not asleep, she sat barefoot on the bed, holding her chin, and told him today's things like a joke, "Master Zhao is so blessed, grandmother seems to want to pay two What about Fang Liangqi?"

Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to hear what she said. She put on Luo socks for her silently and put them in the quilt. "Don't get cold."

Song Luan was like him, kicking the quilt open, and smiling eyes bent, "Aren't you impressed by the beauty?"

Zhao Nanyu's eyes fixed on her face, he wanted to find a trace of jealousy and unwillingness in her eyes, but no, her eyes were as clean as spring water, clear and clear, smooth and smooth, she seemed really only I just wanted to tell him the news.

"It has nothing to do with me."

Song Luan yelled, "You are so heart-warming."

Zhao Nanyu curled his fingers, pale, and couldn't help saying: "You don't care much."

Song Luan blinked at him, "Care."

con man.

Her acting is actually very poor, maybe she doesn't even want to deal with him even if she copes.

Zhao Nanyu's eyes dimmed, and her Yun Danfeng lightly hurt her heart. There was a **** smell in the inhalation room, and the throat was hoarse to the extreme. "Okay, sleep."

Song Luan was lying on the back with the quilt, and the paper lanterns on the bed showed a dim light. She said: "Let's go shopping together on the Lantern Festival."

Zhao Nanyu shook his heart and turned off the light and said "OK".

"Let's call my brother together."

She just wanted to see Song Heqing, who was kept in the house like he is now, she didn't know when she would go out once. Zhao Nanyu has already seen it once, and the feeling of being chained on her ankle is really not good. She really doesn't want to experience it again.

Doesn't he like to listen to good words? Then talk to him.

A thousand times and ten thousand times, I like what she said, but all are fake, and her clumsy acting does not believe that Zhao Nanyu can't see it as a lie. If he is willing to deceive himself, she naturally has no opinion.

There are ten days before the Lantern Festival, Song Luan is not interested in doing anything, and he sleeps more during the day than when he is awake.

The day before the Lantern Festival, she saw the gold and silver jewelry in the cupboard for a moment, remembering what Zhao Nanyu said to her that day, she remembered his expression at that time.

She carefully threw all the things picked out from Zhao Nanyu's storeroom aside. After picking, there was not much left in the box. Her back was cold and she was afraid for a while.

When Zhao Nanyu came back, she didn't say anything about throwing away all those things. She was wearing a thin dress and stood by the window to blow her hair. He wrapped her big cloak firmly in her, "Cold wind carefully."

Song Luan was locked in his arms, his taste inside and out, "I'm not cold."

"I'm afraid you are cold."

Song Luan shut up.

He bought her the dim sum she liked to eat, but Song Luan didn't touch it, glanced at it, and skipped, turning around and telling someone to throw it away.

Zhao Nanyu looked at the dim sum thrown in the corner, his face tense, silent.

At night, Song Luan turned over and over without sleepiness, Zhao Nanyu held the man in his arms, kissed her lips, and hummed in a minor tone.

The hoarse and low voice accompanied by a good tone really fell asleep, Song Luan closed his eyes in his arms, and slept sluggishly.

This minor key was often sung by Zhao Nanyu's mother when he coaxed him as a child.

Zhao Nanyu looked down at the person in his arms and hugged her tighter.