Wife Can’t Escape

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

The house was lit by candlelight, the servants of the dish were going in and out, and Zhao Nanyu had returned from Dali Temple, removed 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, which was 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 fragrant, 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.

Song Heqing sighed, "You... I... I don't even know what to say about you. The peace is revealed within a few months. Let's be honest, are you out to find a man again today?"

Song Luan shook his head violently, "No, I will just stroll around and buy some rouge gouache linoleum."

Song Heqing was half-trusted and doubtful. Since he got married with this sister, he met her outside for ten times. In ten of them, she was carrying a wild man beside her!

"Is it?" He waved his hands impatiently. "I will not mention today's affairs, but I heard that the little boy you raised a few days ago was making trouble at the door of Zhao Mansion! You tell me what you did What's wrong! Zhao Nanyu is not ugly, why can't you look down on?! I don't ask you to die with him, but you should not leave him with a face."

It is not that there are no wild men in the capital, but no one is as unabashed as she is! Make it known to everyone.

Song Luan was blasted by her brother, inexplicably wronged, she burst out and slammed a table, "He refused to touch me, you are my brother, why do you blame me?! I still have anger! It!"

Zhao Nanyu is not in what she likes to say.

Song Heqing blushed and white, lowered his voice, and gritted his teeth, "I don't believe you can't think of him letting you touch you!"

Xiahehuan is something, his sister should be very good.

Song Luan's eyes widened, wow, the Song family is very sturdy. Her brother is suggesting that she is taking medicine to Zhao Nanyu?

Song Heqing beckoned to the entourage behind him, and said two words in his ear. The entourage quickly left the room, and soon returned, but with a small bag in his hand, Song Heqing lost his face, and the disgusted general The medicine in it was given to her, "Take it, it's very easy to use. If it still doesn't work, you don't want to stop you if you want to find a wild man. Don't be low-key.

Song Luan was dumbfounded all the way. She finally knew why the original owner had done so. All of them were spoiled by the family.

The medicine in her hand is like a hot potato. Let her give Zhao Nanyu the medicine? Is her brother crazy or is she stupid.

Don't dare.

I am afraid that Zhao Nanyu will eat her raw.

In a flash, Song Luan’s father’s birthday was countless in her heart. She didn’t know what his father’s attitude towards this daughter was. To be honest, the Song family and his son in the book “Power Minister” could not be fond of fouling.

She sat on the bed and grabbed a hand of her hair irritably. If she could, she hoped that Zhao Nanyu would not go to the Song family.

The reason is very simple. The Song family looks down on him, and certainly no one has a good face towards him. But his father-in-law's birthday, he could not justify it without going.

Song Luan thought the brain hurt, ah yelled, the whole person fell on the quilt, buried his face inside, a pair of calves kicked in the air indiscriminately.

Zhao Nanyu started much earlier than she did. She wondered if he should leave the early dynasty, and she started flying freely without fear of being seen by him.

But Song Luan didn't know that Zhao Nanyu specially asked for leave that day. He didn't go to the dynasty or Dali Temple. He finished his sword in the yard and sweated on his forehead. When he opened the curtain, he saw people on the bed. The thin white legs swayed outside the quilt, and the hair was messed up like a little madman who lost his temper.

Zhao Nanyu leaned against the door and watched her lose her temper, then smiled and said, "Are you happy with the quilt?"

Song Luan's head buzzed, and he quickly raised his head, staring round at him, looking at him silly, "Ah?"

Where did he come from? Don't you have to go to the morning chao?

Suddenly enough, she suddenly returned to her head, gathered her broken hair in her ears, and smiled dryly, with a small voice, "I have no hammer."

Zhao Nanyu smiled, "Okay, don't breathe with yourself, get up and wash your face and make up. We can't be late today."

His indulgent tone seemed to be talking to children.

Song Luan nodded confusedly and crawled down from the bed confusedly. When he was about to change his clothes, he turned his head and said, "You go out."