Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 66

Song Luan sat vigorously by the bed, Zhao Nanyu turned a blind eye and practiced the words with confidence.

Song Luan can't even quarrel with him, he can block her words in three words, as long as he doesn't step on his aching foot, he will not be angry, watching her as a fool like a fool. .

A few days ago, Zhao Nanyu took care of her on the grounds that the situation in the capital was uncertain. Now that the overall situation is settled, he has also got his wish to get the power he wants. Should I let her go? But the number of people watching in the dark has not decreased.

Song Luan took off his shoes and socks and retracted into the quilt. After sleeping for a while, she felt too hot and stretched her bare feet out of the bed.

Zhao Nanyu knew that she couldn’t sleep, she didn’t write any words, she didn’t read anymore, she walked to the bed and took off her clothes. Song Luan was still breathing with herself, and she thought about what she did with a little pervert ?

She turned around silently, facing him, and her bright eyes looked at him expectantly, and no sound had yet been made. Zhao Nanyu spoke first, and said, "I will let you take you back tomorrow noon, and I will come back in the evening."

Song Luan's words were forced into her throat. She lowered her voice and squeezed an extremely sweet smile on her face. "How can it be for a long time? How long are you for two days? I'm not going back."

Zhao Nanyu wrapped her shoulders and pressed her little head in his arms. He closed his eyes gently and hooked his lips, saying: "That's not going."

Song Luan swallowed and said with a smile: "You are a man, a little more atmospheric."

Zhao Nanyu smiled, "Then I'll let you see you in the morning. Isn't it more than half a day after that? Enough atmosphere."

"I'm so angry that I can't make sense to you."

It is useless to wear the mouth.

It's really strange, Zhao Nanyu can always guess what she is thinking. She arched out of his arms and was dragged back by the man behind him as soon as the quilt was covered.

That night, Song Luan had a woman in her long dream that she had never seen before. She was wearing bright red clothes she was familiar with. She had a flower on her eyebrows, and her makeup was gorgeous and delicate.

She was standing on the tower, with her hair raised in the air, and the cold wind blowing her clothes. The expression on her face seemed sad. No, it was not just sad, but a despair.

The desperate smile on the lips seems to have no attachment to this world.

Her hands were tied tightly behind her, and the armored soldiers were surrounded by a circle. Their sharp knives were pointed straight at her, as if she would be punished by Wan Jian as long as she had any movements.

With the sound of "Zhu", Li Jian passed over Song Luan's ear, and he shot straight towards the woman on the tower. The person who shot the arrow was very good, and he directly shot / pierced her heart.

Song Luan could not tell whether it was a dream or not. She could almost hear the sound of the arrow cutting through the silk.

The arrow seemed to be in the heart of her heart. Suddenly there was severe pain in her chest. Between half a dream and half awake, she saw the little Taoist who had had a relationship with her before, and he clung to her ears with an expressionless expression. Bian, said lightly: "Did you see it? That's you too."

Song Luan clutched his chest and could not stand upright with a back pain.

She was awakened by Zhao Nanyu. She woke up with sweat and her face was pale. Zhao Nanyu's dark eyes looked at her motionlessly. Her eyes were even more worried. He asked, "How did you cry?" Sigh, gently wipe her tears clean and sigh: "If you really want to stay with your mother for a few more days, it's not impossible."

In the dream, the extreme pain penetrated by the arrow in the chest disappeared, but the chest was still a little dull, and a stale air blocked it.

Suddenly she reached out and hugged Zhao Nanyu's waist, desperately looking at him in his arms, "My chest hurts."

Who is that little Taoist? He obviously knew more than her. What is this weird dream? Why is she so familiar with the woman who was struck by the arrow on the tower in her dream?

Zhao Nanyu's face changed slightly, and the blood on his lips faded a little. He asked: "I will let Zhao Chao come and see it for you."

He asked Zhao Chao not the doctor this time.

Zhao Nanyu's face was as white as paper. He could still remember the symptoms of "azure" with his eyes closed. At first, it was only insignificant pain, and then the pain will gradually deepen. Slowly, the toxin will corrode her internal organs, long and slow Of people die in great pain.

Song Luan looked up at him and said, "Can you change someone? Your brother looks like he hates me."

"He dare not."

"OK."

Zhao Nanyu moved and planned to get up and get dressed. Song Luan felt very uncomfortable in his chest. He held his waist and refused to let go. "Don't go, stay with me for a while."

Hold him to be at ease.

Zhao Nanyu shook her head, nodded and said a good word, her fingers gently brushing her hair, "Would you like to sleep a little longer? Rest assured, I won't go."

"I'll just hug you and don't want to sleep." She wrapped her hands and legs around him, intimately leaning against his lean body, and had to rub in inches, "You are so comfortable."

Fragrant, warm.

Zhao Nanyu gradually changed by her rubbing, her eyes dimmed, "Don't move."

A man who hasn't opened meat in two months can't bear to touch it.

Ferocious rise can kill her half.

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Zhao Chao's marriage was one after another, and his mother couldn't help him. His parents were anxious, but he himself was not in a hurry and didn't take it seriously.

When the second brother invited him to live in Huai Shui, Zhao Chao was happy, just not to listen to his mother's thoughts.

After waiting, Zhao Zhao found that his second brother's face was not very beautiful, and the air pressure was heavy. He opened the fan and said with a joke: "Is it difficult for my second brother to get angry early in the morning?"

Zhao Nanyu pursed her lips, "I have no intention of joking with you, you carefully check your pulse for your second sister-in-law."

Zhao Chao twitched his fingers and raised his smile, which was rarely serious. "What happened?"

Zhao Nanyu took a deep breath, unable to hear the original voice in his dumb throat, and he paled, "I ask you, are you sure that the amount I took was not enough for the poison?"

In fact, he stopped the medicine in early summer last year.

Before Zhao Nanyu liked Song Luan, she still wanted her to die very much. Song Luan's temperament changed obviously. At that time, he thought she was pretending, so she still did not have a soft heart.

When the killing intention is completely put down, spring has passed and it is early summer.

Zhao Chao was silent, he could only say: "My master is weird, and generally only produces poison and no antidote, but last time I did not see signs of poisoning in Ersao."

Either the time is running short, or the amount is running low. Zhao Chao did not know exactly which one.

Zhao Nanyu stretched her face, "Go and see her."

In any case, he would not let her die. Zhao Nanyu raised his lips and laughed, and he could not let her die in his own hands.

Song Luan came out of the room, plain clothes flourished, her coat fluttered, her waistline skirt slenderly outlined her waist, she stood under the sunlight, the golden light poured down and evenly sprinkled on her. If the face is powdered, the skin is white and beautiful.

Zhao Chao looked at him and shook his eyes for a moment. He quickly looked away and took two steps back. He arched his hands and said, "Er.

Song Luan smirked at him, "The third brother."

She didn't want to get angry at Zhao Chao, but fortunately, he didn't look at her with scornful eyes this time.

The two were relatively speechless, Song Luan took the lead in saying, "I heard my mother say that you have seen a lot of girls with each other these days, but are you fancy?"

Zhao Chao frowned, "This matter will not bother your second sister-in-law."

Ye, Song Luan had no intention of worrying about it, but there was nothing to say about the atmosphere. She just found a topic. Anyway, he stabbed his honeycomb directly.

"It's my mouth," Song Luan said.

Zhao Chao opened his mouth and asked, "I heard from my second brother that Ersao was not feeling well in the past few days?"

Song Luan put on makeup and couldn't see how he looked. "It's all a bit old."

Zhao Nanyu knew that she did not want to see Zhao Chao, and was not very willing to let Zhao Chao see a doctor. He took her hand and said, "Let the younger brother take the pulse for you first."

Song Luan didn't want to make a joke about her body either. She sat down obediently and reached over.

There was speculation in her mind that before she fainted and the pain that appeared in her heart was just a prelude.

All the plots currently in direct contact with the original owner cannot be changed no matter what the ending. The days of the original poison will not change.

It was one day this spring.

Maybe it is today.

With a handkerchief on his wrist, Zhao Chao said: "Offended."

He put his finger on her pulse and held his breath. After a while, Song Luan discovered that Zhao Chao's face gradually became ugly. He gave her a meaningful look, and he stopped talking, "Second wife..." "

Zhao Chao found that Song Luan's heart had been eroded very badly.

Obviously, there was no diagnosis at all last time.

"What's wrong with me? I'm fine. My waist doesn't hurt, my legs don't hurt. I can eat, drink, jump, and jump!"

Why should Zhao Chao look at her with the expression that she is dying? Don’t you know that it’s frustrating and unlucky?

There is a saying, she hates this kind of look she seems to get into the earth!

Zhao Chao didn't know how to make a noise for a moment, so he closed his mouth. Silently respond.

It took Zhao Nanyu a long time to find his voice, and his bones were white, and he asked, "How is she? You tell me the truth."

"not too good."

Zhao Chao didn't want to say those words in front of Song Luan. Once he wanted Song Luan to die, but he couldn't bear it until that day, what about his second brother?

Kill the beloved woman by hand? Individuals can't stand it.

Song Luan looked at Zhao Nanyu with a blank face, and his thin body seemed to be blown down by the wind. Is he really worried about her?

Song Luan stepped forward to hold Zhao Nanyu's arms, and boo boo three times, "I'm really good, these are all old problems, just make a fuss about you, hey, I'm still anxious to see... Poo...... "

Before the words were finished, Song Luan's throat swelled with blood, and there was blood flowing slowly from the corner of his mouth. The spitting blood accidentally got on Zhao Nanyu's clothes.

Absolutely.

The original book is here to revenge her! ! ! Nothing fell.

[The dazzling sunlight is dazzling. The wind in the early spring is cool, brushing her cheeks, blowing the branches of the magnolia flowers, the petals are swaying with the wind, Song Luan is holding the trunk, and a spit of blood spurted out. ]

Looking at the magnolia flower just blooming in the courtyard, Song Luan was very sure that she was poisoned. She slowly turned her eyes to Zhao Nanyu's face and wanted to tell him not to be sad.

Save your energy and wait until she dies.