Wife Can’t Escape

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This is an anti-theft seal

If it doesn't work, then it's hard. Zhao Nanyu pinched her chin with two long fingers, and with a little effort, she forced her to open her mouth. He lifted the medicine bowl in the other hand and poured it directly into her throat.

Song Luan couldn't stop flowing out with the bitter tears of the medicine, drinking too quickly and resisting, she was choked by the medicine. This time she woke up completely from her dream, and she found herself lying in Zhao Nanyu's arms, with half of the dark bowl of medicine left.

When Zhao Nanyu saw her waking up, she whispered in a warm voice: "You have a fever, it's better to drink the medicine. Come, let's drink the remaining half of the bowl of medicine."

Song Luan was groggy, and he said something directly without thinking about it. The tone was much softer than usual. The sweetness of the glutinous, it sounded like coquetry, "I don't drink, it's bitter."

Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to be angry. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and gently cleaned the medicine stain on the corner of her mouth. "Drinking medicine is good, don't you want to stay ill? Obedient."

Song Luan bit his face bitterly, grabbed the medicine bowl from his hand, leaned his neck, and gave the medicine all down. Her black bitterness was bitter and her face was white, and her small face didn't look as before So red.

After a while, she still didn't slow down. There was a breath in her chest. Under impulse, Song Luan reached out to him, "I'm going to eat candied fruit!"

Zhao Nanyu was stunned and smiled lightly. Without complaint, she took two candied fruits and handed them to her palm. At the end, she touched her face, "eat it."

Song Luan said she only regretted her words. She thought she was really floating, and she dared to order Zhao Nanyu.

She ate the candied fruit in her mouth in a complicated mood, and the bitter taste of the medicine was quickly diluted by the sweetness. The antipyretic medicine did not have an immediate effect. Her brain was still heavy and her face was weak.

Zhao Nanyu got up, stood in front of her bed, and said, "Get up, lie down after eating dinner."

Song Luan lowered his head and said weakly: "Can't eat any more and want to sleep."

When she spoke, Zhao Nanyu had brought a thick cloak for her. "Put it on, you can't eat it." After a pause, he continued: "Don't be disobedient and wear so little, you won't be injustice this time. "

Song Luan's complexion was still bleak. She reluctantly put on her cloak. When she got out of bed, Zhao Nanyu raised her noble hand and helped her. She said thank you in a low voice.

The food on the table has been heated once, Song Luan has no appetite when looking at the light and tasteless dishes, she wants to eat spicy and sour! But it is estimated that no one in this family can eat spicy food, and have never seen heavy dishes.

Song Luan suddenly felt that she was so pitiful that she could not eat even if she wore it.

She squeezed chopsticks in her bowl and refused to eat well. This scene fell on Zhao Nanyu's eyes and only felt funny. She looked like an unreasonable child with her chopsticks.

After dinner, Song Luan's spirit was still not good. She yawned continuously, fighting up and down her eyelids, and she rolled back to her bed without looking at Zhao Nanyu's face.

Zhao Nanyu stayed in her room for a little while, standing quietly beside her bed, staring at her face intently, looking closely. After seeing enough, he turned and left the bedroom, holding his hand and standing by the window.

The majesty bowed her waist and stood behind him, daring not to breathe, and respectfully handed in a letter, "Young Master, this is a letter sent by Mr. He's little son to his wife this afternoon."

Zhao Nanyu sneered. The sharp eyes in his eyes almost killed people. The youngest son of the He family is one of Song Luan's old friends. At that time, the person she tried hard to marry was also the surname He, not him.

He took the envelope, opened it and looked at it, his mouth lingering coldly, the cold light in his eyes condensed into frost, and then he shred the letter slowly and slowly.

His voice was extremely cold, "Don't let her know."

"Yes."

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Song Luan did not wake up until noon the next day. After taking a medicine and sleeping again, the fever subsided. The whole person was not as sick as yesterday, and his face was a lot red.

She grabbed her spirits and got up from the bed. She just got dressed and the maid got hot water to come in and wash her face. After she finished grooming, the girl with the face called her "Miss" and then said : "Master's birthday will be in two days, the invitation has been sent to the house, you and the aunt should go together."

Song Luan guess reacted, this should be her dowry maid, came from Song's house.

She didn't know that Mr. Song, that is, his father was about to have a birthday, coughed twice, and she said, "Well."

The girl was overjoyed, "That's fine, lest the people in the house gossip again."

It is nothing more than arranging such bad feelings between their husband and wife.

Song Luan felt it was okay, anyway, her reputation was not good at all, and it didn't matter if she had a thick skin.

Although she was pleasantly surprised, she did not let go of her hesitation. She has been with the young lady since she was ten years old. The young lady has an arrogant temper and is easy to use emotions. No one persuades to listen, love and hate are clear, like is like, and disgust is a lifetime of disgust. I used to look at people who felt annoyed by my grandfather. In recent days, the changes have not changed much. I rarely quarreled with my grandfather, and I even want to go back to my grandfather to celebrate the birthday of my grandfather.

In fact, she didn't mention it, she didn't dare to think that Song Luan would agree.

But it should be fine. In the previous three years, the young lady and the uncle went to the Song dynasty one after another.

During breakfast, Song Luan asked her, "Where did Zhao Nanyu spend the night last night?"

"Grandpa is back in the front yard."

She "oh", she said no more.

When it was time to eat lunch, the brother who knew him kicking his short legs suddenly appeared in her yard. There was no one to follow him. Under the sun, the face of the little man was crystal clear and white. , He didn't seem very happy, and pouted slightly.

My brother surprised Song Luan. She squatted down, her eyes flush with him, and met his clear eyes and asked, "How come you come here?"

Zhi Geer walked two steps forward, and her feet were not steady, as if she was going to pounce on her arms. Song Luan hurried to catch him, only to find that Zhi Ge's shoes were worn backwards, she couldn't help but smile. , "What's wrong? The shoes are all reversed."

The child laughed so much at her, her face flushed suddenly, and she was not ashamed. She lay in her arms and asked awkwardly, "Are you sick?"

Shige still failed to call her a mother, with a respectful and strange tone of voice.

He also finished writing the words his father told him to finish this morning before he heard them from his father's mouth. Afterwards, he didn't have much energy, and the toys felt boring.

Just don't ask the father if he can come over and take a look? With permission, he immediately put on his shoes and stepped on his little boots and ran towards this side.

Maybe it was anxiety or maybe it was because of something else. He even wore his shoes upside down.

Song Luan touched his face and twisted a little, "Oh, you know, I'm fine, you don't need to worry." In front of the child, her words began to increase unconsciously, unlike facing Zhao Nanyu He asked her a question, even if they were both dumb, no one should speak.

Regardless of her wishes, she picked him up and asked, "Have you eaten lunch? Would you like to eat with me?"

Shige nodded embarrassedly, his voice was very small and soft, and he responded softly: "Yes."

He stretched out his little hand and took an initiative to hug her neck once. Song Luan picked him up in a trend. The mother and son rarely had such a pleasant and harmonious scene.

When Zhao Nanyu came, the ladies had just set the meal, and Song Luan didn't expect him to come directly without saying a word.

The brother who sat in the seat was upright and shouted his father obediently.

Zhao Nanyu rubbed his head, then turned his eyes to Song Luan's face and asked, "How do you look at me like this?"

Her eyes were too focused, and it was difficult for him to notice.

Song Luan coughed twice and shook her head. "It's nothing." She put down her chopsticks, drumming in her heart, clenching her teeth. She raised her head, her face proud, and said stiffly: "After two days, it was my father's birthday. Come back with me!"

Song Luan did not want to take the initiative to open this mouth, it seemed very abrupt. But there is no way, she does not say that Zhao Nanyu will not take the initiative to mention.

She had to say that she had to say fiercely.

Zhao Nanyu snorted, his lips slightly raised, and he smiled more beautifully than not.

Song Luan, who stared at him, had hair in his heart, and when she thought he was going to do something, he responded, "Okay."

Huai Jin came to the door because Song Luan hadn’t been to the door for a long time, and he always worried about what happened to her. He heard that the second son of Zhao’s family and his wife had recently been rehabilitated. He listened as a joke, because Song Luan said before him that he hated his husband. She thought she was forced to marry him by medicine It was Zhao Nanyu's strategy, so she was very dissatisfied with Zhao Nanyu.

Huai Jin didn't expect that he ran into someone's true husband the first time he came to the door. He had been in the city for so many years. His temperament was also very spicy, and he was not afraid. He rushed inwards, his hands and feet were controlled. , Still not giving up.

Zhao Nanyu stood quietly under the stairs for a long time with his back on his hands. His eyes were black like a deep pool, and he rubbed the corner of his mouth. He smiled and asked, "Who is this?"

Someone dared to tell him the truth. Everyone lowered their heads and refused to squeak. The stewards made an eye on them, and they quickly took the people away.

The arc of Zhao Nanyu's lips slowly slipped, his eyes were cold, and his voice suddenly cooled down. He snapped: "Are you dumb?"

The stewards and others were so trembling that they were cold all over, and their backs were cold and sweaty in the hot weather.