Chapter 52:

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Chapter 52
Zhao Nanyu's whiplash was raised for half a month. During the half month, he took leave and did not go to Dali Temple.
The situation in the capital was getting more and more serious. After the emperor woke up, the first thing to clean up was the queen's family. His Highness, the tenth of the emperor's parents and children, was taken the knighthood, and the queen's father and brother were all pressed into the prison.
His Royal Highness was raised by the Queen Mother since she was ten years old. According to the truth, this time he should also be affected. During the days when the emperor was in a coma, he sank his heart and did nothing, even his own wings. No action was taken.
After being punished several times, His Highness was safe and sound.
After a few more days, the emperor seemed to have finally made up his mind and ordered the cabinet minister to prepare the abolition edict. After hearing the matter, His Highness knelt down outside the Wenhua Hall all day long, crying for the Queen's mother.
Just after noon, the old came out of the hall and said helplessly: "Your Highness, please go back. The emperor said that today there are no more people."
The voice of His Majesty Six has been dumb these days. He hoarse his throat and shouted towards the Wenhua Temple: "Father Emperor, you are kind, the mother is also deceived by the adulterer. , Beg the father and emperor to think twice."
No response came from the Wenhua Hall.
In the evening, His Royal Highness knelt down at the gate of the palace. The Wenhua Hall finally made a speech. At this time, it was cold. The old drew his hands into his narrow sleeves and said, "Come on, the minions looked at the emperor. ."
His Highness, with a sad face on his face, drew up from the ground and patted the dust on his knees. "Thank you, Father."
"Don't dare to be like this. Your Highness is really a slave."
The six palaces limped away from the palace, and just left the palace gate. The sadness on his face was completely gone. With a sneer laugh, he got on the carriage and ordered: "Return to the palace."
"Yes."
The queen's maiden ancestry is exhausted, but even so, the queen can't die. After all, she is his nominal mother. If he wants to take the big position, he needs a distinguished mother.
Although Zhao Nanyu was at home, he was one of the few officials who had been promoted under the storm.
Directly transferred from the Dali Temple to the Inspectorate of the Inspectorate, the capital of the Imperial Palace, Zheng Sipin, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is soaring. At first I heard that Zhao Nanyu was transferred to the Inspectorate. No one in the Zhao family could believe it. Originally, he had only mixed positions in Dali Temple. Why did he suddenly get into the eyes of the emperor?
The people in the house will be very grateful, waiting for the people here to fear, afraid of making mistakes.
Compared with other people, Zhao Nanyu was very indifferent from his own. No one told Song Luan what it looked like in the past and what it is like today.
After the family feast this month, Song Luan also stupidly told Zhao Nanyu that the people in the second room seemed to be more polite to them than before.
Zhao Nanyu smiled and said nothing.
Speaking of the family feast, Song Luan had a bitter stomach to vomit, not only to face the old lady's face as if everyone owed her, but the chopsticks did not dare to stretch out too much and could not eat enough.
As soon as she returned from the main yard, she began to have a tummy, and her stomach seemed to be churning and she felt sick. Zhao Nanyu fed her warm water with a face like a dish and pale lips, "Isn't it better?"
Song Luan frowned, still feeling uncomfortable in her stomach, she shook her head, "No good."
These days, Zhao Nanyu's gentleness has grown her temper, and she pushed him away, "I don't want to drink water, just let me spit it out."
Zhao Nanyu was pushed by her and didn't mind. He picked up the man who was half-squatted on the ground and said to the girl outside the house coldly: "Call the doctor to come and see."
"Yes."
Before the doctor came, Song Luan vomited everything he had just eaten. Zhao Nanyu poured out a glass of water for her while relieving her, "gargle."
After Song Luan vomited, the disgusting feeling in his chest disappeared by half. After filling half a glass of water, the taste in his mouth was cleared, and his face blushed a little after slowing down.
The doctor also arrived at this time, Song Luan refused to let him take the pulse, maybe the medicine was too much, she was afraid of seeing the doctor, and even more afraid of the dark and bitter medicine they prescribed.
She licked her face with Zhao Nanyu and coquettishly said, "I just ate my stomach and hurt my stomach, so I don't have to do it all!"
Zhao Nanyu took hold of her wildly moving hands, "Look at it, it won't be too bad."
Song Luan has become unreasonable for two days, "I don't watch, I just don't watch. Don't bully me, or I will tell my brother to go."
The use of Zhao Nanyu's softness is not very practical. He is indifferent in reason and rarely feels soft-hearted.
He said directly to the doctor: "Dr. Du, I'm tired."
Song Luan was dying because of his arrogance, he turned his face and didn't want to look at him, he handed his wrist to Doctor Du.
After checking the pulse, Dr. Du said slowly: "It's really just a bad stomach. My wife will eat less food with a strong taste next time."
She murmured quietly, "I haven't eaten much tonight..."
It happened that she placed a crystal-clear elbow, and couldn't resist eating a small half plate.
Zhao Nanyu thanked Dr. Du and sent the person out again. Song Luan sat back to his bed and was still angry at his self-assertion. He did not intend to talk to him.
Her heart is complicated, on the one hand, she thinks that Zhao Nanyu is also concerned about her, but on the other side, she thinks that this man has too much control over her.
Zhao Nanyu knew that she was not full in the main yard, and told the kitchen to make a bowl of chicken noodle soup. The aroma was overflowing, and Song Luan smelled her stomach when she smelled it. She was very boneless and wanted to eat noodles in the past.
Self-esteem, Song Luan was hungry, and he controlled his legs well.
Zhao Nanyu ate the noodles slowly, and Song Luan's red eyes became angry at the sound of his noodles. It was pitiful to cry.
Song Luan scolded Zhao Nanyu all over his heart, his little finger poked under the quilt under him, and suddenly he was enveloped by a large shadow. The man sighed and pushed the bowl full of noodles to her, and laughed. Wipe."
"Don't give it to me, let me starve to death."
Listening to her childish words, Zhao Nanyu smiled deeper, "Not willing."
Song Luan turned sideways and deliberately took the back of his head to him, "It was originally that you are too independent/broken/special/practical, don't you allow me to be angry?"
She deliberately sneered at her, it was really bad.
Zhao Nanyu can say everything every time, "I am worried about you, even if you don't like to see the doctor, you still have to see it if you are uncomfortable. You can't stand it."
What he said was justified and valid, Song Luan argued that it was speechless.
She was a little angry, holding a bowl, burying her head to eat noodles and didn't want to continue talking to him, but he couldn't tell him every time.
"Huh? Don't you bother me?" Zhao Nanyu squeezed her ear and moved closer to the ear.
Song Luan trembled, "Don't lick my earlobe, I can't eat it."
What happened to sticking to her? Is she fragrant?
Zhao Nanyu's lips and teeth moved down, and a bite was bitterly bitten on her soft neck, "delicious."
It's fragrant and sweet, really delicious.
Disassemble into the abdomen, drink blood to quench thirst.
Song Luan doesn't want to think that he can distort the paranoid character.
Now it seems that it is dreaming.
Can only pray that the male host should not become more and more abnormal. It’s good to be a gentle young master

Zhao Nanyu was formally admitted to the Capital Procuratorate after he was cured. No one dared to underestimate him today. Even Song Heqing took a look at him. This brother-in-law is more upbeat than he thought.
Song Luan received a post from Song Yu at home, saying that before marrying, she wanted to gather with several sisters and invited her to go to the poetry meeting.
Song Luan considered for two days, and finally decided to go. The poetry appreciation meeting is not only about her and Song Yu, but also that the post has been handed over, she has no legitimate reason to send it.
Da Liang Guo holds a poem appreciation meeting every year in the early winter. For ten days, the literati and Mo Ke gather together and it is very lively.
In the early winter, when the frost fell and there was no snow, the cold air outside seemed to drill into the bones in the human body. Song Luan was afraid of the cold and wrapped himself tightly, wearing a red cloak, and the hat was warm and soft fox fur.
She went out with a maid, and said to the housekeeper when she was back, she came back.
Song Yu was waiting for her in the restaurant in advance. After Song Luan entered the elegant room, he was stunned. "Why are we only two?"
In the post, Song Yu said that there are other people. Is it possible to lie to her?
Song Yu smiled sweetly at her and poured a cup of hot tea for her. "Sister feels at ease. Sit down first. The other sisters have not arrived yet. Xu was delayed in dressing up."
The smell of scent is permeating in the room, Song Luan doesn’t like the smell very much. When he walked to the window and was about to open the window, Song Yu stopped her hand suddenly. Frozen."
Song Luan frowned, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of freezing."
She wore enough, and the wind that penetrated the window couldn't freeze her.
Song Yu bowed her head embarrassedly, "Sister is wearing less today, she is really afraid of typhoid fever."
Song Luan remembered that it was not far from the day when Song Yu became married. No wonder she was afraid that she would freeze, and no one would want to be sick on the day of marriage.
Suffering from discomfort, Song Luan closed the window again.
Song Yu lowered her eyes, and no one saw the calculation in her eyes.
Even with the doors and windows closed, Song Luan could hear the shouts on the street. The tea had been drunk for two cups, but the others still didn't come.
Gradually, Song Luan also noticed that something was wrong, glanced at it, and found that the girl who followed her had already been separated by Song Yu.
Song Luan was about to stand up, his legs were soft, and he had not straightened up and fell back on the bench.
Song Luan was dizzy and dizzy, his limbs were weak, and his pale face was abnormally pink.
She knew that she was deceived by Song Yu.
There was no one else at all. The reason why Song Yu didn't let her open the window was that she might have a problem with the aromatherapy inside.
Song Luan opened her lips and asked her, "What the do you want to do?"
Kill her? Still looking for someone to insult her?
Song Yu's smile at the moment was slightly grim. After the conspiracy succeeded, she was clearly in a good mood. She said slowly, "You will know right away."