Chapter 26: (Two more)

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Chapter 26
Song Luan didn't sleep well all night. He could not sleep tossing and turning. He was lying on the bed with a pair of eyes open in the middle of the night. He didn't dare to move. He was afraid to startle the man beside him.
Her mouth still hurts a bit, and there were fine wounds on her lips that Zhao Nanyu had just bitten out. Song Luan didn’t like to get along with the male host before this fainting, even if he knew the final outcome of the original owner, he just wanted to Want to get along well with him, no longer make those mistakes, never thought to make him like himself, let alone humble him.
As the saying goes, when you lick a dog, you have nothing.
But now that the situation is grim, she has to go to hook/lead Zhao Nanyu, preferably to get his heart, so that she does not have to worry about being killed by him all day.
Zhao Nanyu has a beautiful appearance, exquisite brows, picturesque, and nothing to lose from sleeping with him! But to be honest, Song Luan had to throw away the acacia given by her brother, and now it just came in handy.
Zhao Nanyu touched her back, even if the last kissed him was emotional, he could control it very well. He closed her shirt and did nothing.
If she doesn't take medicine, it will be the year of the monkey when Zhao Nanyu will touch her!
Song Luan thought about things and gradually fell asleep. In just a few hours, she had a lot of fine dreams, and fragments were presented in her mind. It is a pity that when she woke up, she would forget everything, everything. Did not remember.
She rarely wakes up before it’s dark. Zhao Nanyu stands in front of her bed, dressing her back to her. He organizes his clothes slowly and turns around to see her sleepy look, shoulders. Sliding down, the skin was pale, Zhao Nanyu couldn't hold back, leaned over and pulled the man over to kiss, "You sleep a little longer."
Song Luan nodded, she was really still sleepy, her eyes hurt and her brain hurt. It was the kind of slight pain that came out through the night. She rubbed her temples, and she didn't wake up so much. "Oh, I see."
Zhao Nanyu didn't light the lights, the room was not bright, he covered her with a quilt, he went to the outside room, and ordered not to disturb her before leaving.
Song Luan rolled two times on the bed, sullenly put on her clothes and rolled off the bed, the sky became white with fish belly, she yawned with two dark circles sitting in front of the dressing table, she didn’t call herself. She drew a light makeup for herself, and then asked her to come in and finish her hair.
Song Luan is still bright and moving, but there is less glory in his eyes.
After dressing up, she couldn't wait for a moment, Song Luan grabbed the money bag and went out, and she was strictly forbidden to follow the maid in the house. Her fierce and evil appearance was very intimidating before the crowd. No one followed her, and no one dared to ask her where to do something.
Song Luan went to the street to hear about the best medical museum in the capital. When he was in a hurry, he went to the ranking to find a famous doctor to see for himself. The famous doctors are famous. There are many people who come to the doctor every day to ask for medicine. It was full of people.
She stood at the end of the team, praying to herself silently, hoping that she had nothing.
It was Mo Yue’s turn to pass Sanyoxiang’s time.
Song Luan walked into the hospital with a tense mood. The doctor kindly asked her to sit down, not knowing if she was too sensitive. She always felt that the doctor looked at her differently from others.
She reached over and the doctor examined her pulse with her eyes closed.
After a while, the finger resting on her pulse slowly moved away, Song Luan could not wait to ask: "How is it? Doctor, is there anything wrong with my body?"
"The old man watched Madam's pulse, there was nothing abnormal, but the body was a little weak, just go back and take two doses of tonic."
Song Luan was still uneasy, and stretched out his left hand again, "Would you like to look at the pulse of this hand again? Chinese medicine pays special attention to him, doctor, take a good look at me." She looked dignified and continued, "I yesterday My heart hurts, and I have a bad hunch. Doctor, let me tell you the truth."
The doctor rubbed his beard and was silent for a moment, and asked, "Did your wife hurt before?"
Song Luan shook his head.
"Can it still hurt now?"
Song Luan still shook his head.
The doctor thought for a while, and after thinking about it, he told her, "There is a poison in my wife."
Song Luan felt cold in his heart and finished the calf. It was too late to pass through, and it was already poisoned.
Woo, woo, Zhao Nanyu's dog thing fooled her last night!
The doctor looked at her pale face and hurriedly said, "But your wife doesn't have to worry. This time, your palpitations are not caused by this poison. It is only because the poison did not tell you that the poison is in your body."
Song Luan's eyes lit up, "What do you mean?"
"I still can't diagnose this poison/drug for a while, but this medicine is not much in your body, and the attack takes a certain amount of time. As long as you don't continue to take it, your body should have no problems."
Song Luan asked anxiously, "You don't know what kind of medicine this is? That means you can't get an antidote?"
The doctor nodded.
Song Luan's fingers were cold and cold, feeling a little sad in his heart, and a little wanted to cry.
It seems that there is no other way than coaxing Zhao Nanyu to give her the antidote.
The doctor's words were not finished yet, "As for the sudden palpitations of the lady yesterday, Xu Shi did not have a good rest recently. Afterwards, pay more attention and it's fine."
Song Luan thanked the doctor with a mournful face, and after paying the diagnosis, Jin Hunhun went out of the hospital.
After she left, the doctor looked at her back, shook her head, and sighed to the children around her: "I don't know if this lady is good or bad."
Before she came in to see the doctor, the young man had already greeted him first, and told him not to say what he shouldn't say. He guessed that what he had just said to the lady had been sent to the ears of Master Zhao's second word.
Song Luan was still very surprised that she had been poisoned/poisoned. She clearly did not harm her brother at this time, nor did she ever call Zhao Nanyu a lowly son born from a prostitute. What?
After careful analysis, she remembered that the most important characteristic of being an overbearing young master, the possessiveness and the paranoid personality, could not tolerate his wife's indifference.
His woman's body and mind must belong to him alone, and life, death, joy and anger should be controlled by him. Just like the last hostess, after marrying him, there are only a few days out in this life, and there are many people staring at her hidden by her side.
Song Luan thought about this kind of day shuddering and chilling all over.
This kind of days that can only rely on Zhao Nanyu and only him in life is terrible.
After returning to the house, Song Luan thought of himself in the room for an afternoon, and then gradually figured it out. The doctor also said that the poison was not deep enough, and it would be fine as long as he didn’t eat it later.
She looked at the powdery Hehuan in the drawer and thought it was a good thing. Maybe Zhao Nanyu fell in love with her after tonight and couldn't bear to hurt her.
She really didn't want to die, nor did she want to die so painfully.
Song Luan made people prepare wine, the first time I had no experience in the medicine, and tremblingly poured half a bag of Hehuan San into the wine bottle, she felt her chin feeling that this dose should be almost the same.
Her bottle of wine was not just for Zhao Nanyu, she also intended to have a drink, and she did not give herself back. She raised her hand and shook the wine, and put her nose up, making sure that she was colorless and tasteless.
Maybe it was because he was going to Quzhou the next day. Zhao Nanyu came back from Dali Temple very early that day, and came directly to her house as soon as he came back.
Zhao Nanyu felt that during this time, she only stayed by her side, even if she didn't say anything. He silently observed her every move, remembered it in her heart, and unconsciously she took a big weight in his heart. .
Song Luan was uncharacteristically on that day and took the initiative to come up and smiled sweetly at him, "A Yu."
Zhao Nanyu squeezed the brush in his hand and tensed his back, "Well, you said."
"I heard that there are many beautiful people in Quzhou. Will you not like other girls after you arrive?"
Zhao Nanyu raised her eyes and stared at her, saying one by one: "I won't."
Song Luan's smile is even sweeter, if she has a tail behind her, she will shake more joyously than anyone else, "You are so good!"
Zhao Nanyu moved her heart and couldn't help but touch her face. She looked so beautiful when she smiled at herself in the sunshine.
After the two people sat together and finished their dinner, Song Luan summoned the courage and suddenly stopped him, "I want to drink."
Zhao Nanyu had seen her drunken appearance more than once, frowning before he refused. Song Luan had put the wine glass on the table and quickly poured two glasses of wine.
She was sweaty in her palm, and took a cup and handed it to him, "Would you like to have a drink with me?"
Zhao Nanyu took the wine glass, startled, then immediately smiled and said, "Alright."
He tilted his neck and poured wine into his throat. The stone in Song Luan's heart landed firmly. She gritted her teeth and poured her cup into her stomach.
Zhao Nanyu looked at her meaningfully and smiled deeply in the corner of his eyes. Why didn't he notice what was put in the glass? He just wanted to see what Song Luan wanted to do.
The candlelight shone brightly on her bright white face, and the medicinal effect soon began to play. Song Luan was weak and his hands were resting on the table to stand firm. The colorful lips were bitten by her own. Looking at the indifferent man in front of his eyes, he swallowed and said silly, "I'm a little hot."
Zhao Nanyu's black eyes were nailed to her face and there was no reply.
Song Luan couldn't take it anymore, the drug effect was too strong, and her brain was a little unclear.
Song Luan was not grieved, and she looked very pitiful. She sniffed and sniffed, and she was about to cry. Her small hand was pulling his clothes, and she seemed to beg him. "What should I do?"
"You help me"
Zhao Nanyu pinched her chin, the cold fingers made Song Luan feel very comfortable, she unconsciously rubbed his palm,
He chuckled and sucked the water from the corners of her eyes. "Don't cry now, you will cry for a while."
The woman in her arms shook with fear.