Chapter 48:

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Chapter 48
Song Luan really wanted to turn his face with the Taoist in front of him. What did he say? ! She opened her eyes and stared at the Taoist priest, as if to stare at a hole in her body. She took a deep breath and said in a dry throat: "You... I am very unhappy about what I said. "
The Taoist style was light and light, and he smiled meaningfully at her, "Don't Madam know this ending long ago?"
Song Luan's heart shook, and his nails fell deep into the tender flesh of his palm. His hands were extremely ruthless, and he pinched his own pain, and kept his mind awake by the pain.
What does this Taoist priest know? !
Song Luan took a breath and carefully examined the Taoist's face carefully. His eyebrows were still very young and his face was quiet. As if he had a good chest, he felt ethereal.
Song Luan probably understood what he said. The previous sentence of the Taoist priest refers to the ending of the original master in the book of "Power Minister". He is not wrong. If she follows the original book, she is indeed dying of death.
The husband and son ended her life personally, as tragically as she was still dead.
The fingers under Song Luan’s sleeves tremble uncontrollably, and the sound from his throat also trembles, "Then dare to ask Master, can there be a way to crack?"
The little Taoist smiled slightly, "Everything can't be forced, or let it go. The forced change of life may be counterproductive."
Is the forced change of life referring to her deliberately avoiding the original book? Does she have to live only if she walks a little bit along the original plot along the lines of the people.
Song Luan Qiang Yan smiled, "I..."
She wanted to say something. The little priest in front of her voluntarily interrupted her. "Ma's face is pale and lack of blood. You should often feel shortness of breath and shortness of breath in recent days. My heart is sore, and the lady really never thought about what happened. Is it something?"
This sentence seemed to be straight towards her head. Song Luan was not stupid or stupid. He could understand exactly what he wanted to say. Is this one of the sequelae of the collapse?
But she clearly...
Song Luan straightened his back, but his face grew paler. She said hardly: "That was only temporary, I just took the medicine. I also hope the leader will not talk nonsense."
The little Taoist smiled softly. "When is it good for you, Madam?"
Song Luan has no strength to question the identity of the person in front of her. She can be sure that there is no such priest in the entire book, and no mention of it. His unpredictable words are already known. Her identity as a traverser, even he may know that this world is just the world in a book.
Song Luan's back was constantly sweating with beads of sweat. After being reminded by him, she remembered that when her body gradually improved, she was in a cold war with Zhao Nanyu.
The pupil shrank suddenly, and Song Luan realized at this time that she could live longer if she kept the original settings.
Suddenly, Song Luan felt that the existence of this book seemed to be adjusting her. No matter what the final result was, the only difference was that Zhao Nanyu now had such insignificant liking for her.
Does she really want to continue to live like the original owner, relying on Zhang Yang's arrogant, arrogant and willful personality?
The little Taoist seemed to see the doubts in her heart, and she became a good man once in a while, and said meaningfully: "My wife is clever and intelligent, and she will definitely find life."
Song Luan looked at him and asked, "Who the are you?"
The little Taoist smiled slightly, "You will know one day."
The voice fell to the ground, he slowly got up and left, and disappeared in the courtyard after a while.
Song Luan sat on the stone chair, the autumn wind fluttered, patted her cheek, her ears were flushed by the cold wind, and Song Luan's coolness did not subside.
Mrs. Zhao San's personal maid ran to her panting, panting, and Zhao Nanyu asked the two maids who followed her to follow.
"The third lady has been looking for you for a long time, and she just didn't find it anywhere. She was so anxious that she can now be found.
Song Luan looked up at her, "Is there anything wrong with my mother looking for me?"
The maid replied, "Madam, please come and pay a visit to Guanyin."
Song Luanchang breathed a sigh of relief and stood up tiredly, "Then go."
Mrs. Zhao San stayed in the hall for a long time. When she saw her coming down, she asked, "What's wrong with this? Is it uncomfortable?"
Song Luan grinned reluctantly, "No, just tired."
"Go back to your room and rest after Guanyin."
"it is good."
The Goddess of Mercy at Fulu Temple is indeed very effective. On the day they came, they had seen many women who had come to wish. Song Luan sank her head in front of the Goddess of Mercy with her incense stick. She closed her eyes but did not make a wish. What I was thinking was just what the little Taoist just said.
After worshipping the Guanyin Bodhisattva, Song Luan was about to go back to the chamber to rest, and happened to meet the two monks outside the temple. She moved, and went forward to salute the two masters and immediately asked, "Master, dare Ask if there is a famous young Taoist in the temple?"
"This is a Buddhist temple, how could there be a priest."
Song Luan looked in a trance, who was the one she just saw? She thought with pleasure, this unfathomable master is very mysterious.
She whispered her gratitude and returned to the room dizzy.
The house prepared in the temple was still very simple. Song Luan washed his face and climbed onto the bed indiscriminately, sitting cross-legged in the corner against the wall. She carefully thought about the last words of the little Taoist.
Song Luan wanted to understand that the boundary between people setting up and not falling apart is very vague. As long as she behaves in front of Zhao Nanyu and is not too different from the original owner, she should be considered not falling apart.
It was cold in the middle of the night in the mountains. Song Luan covered the bed with two quilts and felt warm. The heavy quilt pressed her hard to breathe. Song Luan has not dreamed for a long time, and that night he dreamed of the woman who had dreamed.
She was lying sick in bed, her glamorous face was somber, her bright eyes were lifeless, and she wore Song Luan's favorite pomegranate skirt.
Unlike the previous dream, Zhao Nanyu in this dream was haggard, and was skinny.
He hugged the woman on the bed, leaned closer to her ear, and murmured something indifferently.
Song Luan felt that Zhao Nanyu's appearance seemed to be about to cry. His eyes were almost distorted, violent and full of sadness. He didn't look like a normal person anymore.
The woman lying on the bed opened her mouth and said something to him, Zhao Nanyu's body was almost petrified.
Song Luan actually saw him tears, Jin Gui's tears flashed away from his face.
She was bored and uncomfortable.
When Song Luan woke up, she raised her hand and wiped her face, and found that she was crying. She knew that the woman in the dream was herself, not the original owner.
Probably after she collapsed, this body gradually corroded and swallowed.
This further strengthened Song Luan's decision to follow the original person's heart. She only needed to show the original owner's sloppy and unreasonable character. As for Zhao Nanyu's wearing a green hat, she would not do it.
Song Luan looked out of the window. It was just dawning. After struggling to get out of the quilt and dressing up, she was led by the young monk in the temple and had a meal.
After having used early meals, they and their party planned to go back to the house.
When going down the mountain, Song Luan met an acquaintance, her good sister Song Yu.
The two sisters were still in the palace when they met last time. After that, Song Luan never saw her sister again. The last time she knew her, Aunt Lin told her that Song Yu was going to marry her.
Seeing Song Yu's present appearance, he could not see at all that he was about to marry someone.
Song Yu's thinness almost didn't recognize her, her temperament was dull, and she didn't have much anger. When the two passed by, Song Yu glanced at her resentfully.
"Three sisters, what a coincidence."
Song Luan thought she would not greet herself, she smiled, "Does my sister come to pray for blessings?"
"Yeah. Sister?"
"Me too."
Song Yu's mouth was cold, "then wish my sister what she wants."
Song Luan politely replied, "You too."
She felt that Song Yu's eyes seemed to kill her. Song Luan felt that Song Yu really hated her.
Song Yu really hated her, and looked at her back with her teeth clenched. When she left the palace, she returned home and died of a pain in her stomach. She suffered from pain for three days.
In the end, what he said was that Chongxi could be cured, and her parents hurriedly told her to kiss her. She intuitively told her that Song Luan must have revenge on her, making her plot to frame her.
It was almost noon before the carriage stopped in front of the house.
Song Luan didn't sleep well last night before he slept on the carriage for a little while. This time he was energetic, watching no one around, and stretched out comfortably.
Before walking back to his small courtyard, he saw a little radish coming out.
Song Luan had something wrong in his heart, and he didn't smile too much when he saw his brother. He crouched down in front of him and touched his head. "Are you coming out to meet your mother?"
Zhige nodded and opened her hand, trying to make her hug him.
Knowing brother shyly, she rarely seldom take the initiative in front of her. It seems that after he became ill, the feelings of the mother and son went further.
Song Luan picked him up with a smile, "It's so good, I didn't hurt you."
The sadness in her chest dissipated a little, and her son was a heart-warming baby.
I knew her brother had stuck with her for an afternoon, and even hugged her even when she was sleeping. Song Luan was entangled with him. He had no time to think about other things.
Zhao Nanyu hadn't returned to the house when he had dinner at night. Song Luan and the brother-in-law had dinner together. After using the meal, she coaxed the brother-in-law to sleep.
He took the child to the small bed in the cubicle lightly and put it down gently, pinched the corner for him, and sat in front of the bed for a long time before Song Luan slowly retreated.
Zhao Nanyu didn't know when to come back, took off her shirt, heard her footsteps, turned around and glanced back, he asked: "Is it fun in the temple?"
Whether it was dead or not, Song Luan remembered what the Taoist said.
She pouted, "I'm not going to play."
Zhao Nanyu had just returned from the outside, and his hands were still a bit cold. He didn’t dare to go forward and hold her hand. He was keenly aware that Song Luan’s mood seemed to be low. He asked casually,
What’s wrong? What happened in the temple? Are you unhappy?"
Song Luan lowered his head and watched his toes playing, his eyes turned red gradually, and the four characters "Dead to Death" were engraved her head, lingering.
She lowered her eyes and dropped her tears silently, and a drop of it fell on her sleeve. The teardrop covered her entire face like running water.
She cried and looked very good, and she was quiet.
Zhao Nanyu thought that something had happened, lifted her face up, and gently wiped the tears on her cheeks with her fingertips, "Who bullied you?"
Song Luan really didn't want to cry in front of him, but she couldn't control herself, but she was very wronged and sad.
She sniffed her nose, her tone changed, and she almost couldn't say clearly. "I read this book at home in the afternoon, and the people in that book were too miserable, and I was very unhappy."
Zhao Nanyu doubted the letter and coaxed her to say: "The books are all fake."
Song Luan cried more loudly when he heard his voice. He was breathless. Zhao Nanyu said that she was more sad. Everything that happened in this book was too real.
Zhao Nanyu thought that what she liked most was the pitiful appearance of her tears. Now that she can't stop crying, she is very distressed, holding her, and patiently coaxing her to say, "Don't cry and destroy your body."
Song Luan choked and choked, her eyes were red and swollen, and she couldn't stop.
Zhao Nanyu was helpless and took the man to the bed. "Crying again tonight, don't think about it."
Sure enough, Song Luan immediately received the sound.
Zhao Nanyu didn't want to threaten her, but just cried like this, and it was estimated that Song Luan would cry and faint soon. He went out for a while, and when he came back, his face became more dignified.
Zhao Nanyu didn't quite believe that Song Luan was just about to die because she was sad, but only asked the person who stared at her. Nothing happened in the temple, and no one bullied her.
Reluctantly suppressing the confusion in his heart, Zhao Nanyu returned to the house and raised his hand to extinguish the candle.
Song Luan was a vent after crying, and she felt much better. She rolled up the quilt and faced the wall. It didn't take long to feel that there were more people around her.
Zhao Nanyu fell asleep next to her, stretched out her arms around her waist, and pulled the man out of the corner toughly. Zhao Nanyu's fingers were extremely restless, and she untied the strap around her waist in three or two clicks.
When he was about to do something, Song Luan turned around and faced his eyes.
She decided to carry forward the arrogant character of the original owner from today and work hard! Work is better than death. It's better than dying of death.
And Song Luan already has the confidence to act, because Zhao Nanyu likes her. So Song Luan lucky enough to think that even if she is arrogant and unreasonable, the male owner will not think about killing her.
Song Luan boldly snapped his hand away, "Don't touch me."
The bright moonlight shone on her beautiful face, and her eyes were still slightly red, and she took a straight shot of him, which was very attractive.
Zhao Nanyu licked her lips, pinched the fingers around her waist harder, and kissed the corners of her mouth with her lower lips. She didn’t take her words to heart. She just smiled and said, "Aluan is fierce , I’m scared."
When Song Luan pushed away, she felt that the dullness in her chest had dissipated a lot.
It seems that the fierceness is still effective.
She really wants to go the way of the unruly and mischievous Miss Gui.