Chapter 70:

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Chapter Seventy
Song Luan is waiting for the legendary magician, she is not a pessimistic person, but this time there is not much expectation in her heart, this is also very good, if there is really no good result in the end, she can also bear it calmly.
In the past few months, the relationship between her and Zhao Nanyu has begun to be unclear. Perhaps there is nothing to do. As long as the weather is good, she will sway to Zhao Nanyu's study, even if he looks at him and writes without boring.
On that day Song Luan went to find him, but he was unattended outside, standing in the distance. Before she passed, she heard the horrible cry from inside. The sorrow was desperate to the extreme, and the violent cry from the throat. , Hoarse and finely crushed.
Song Luan slowed down and approached the door, glancing inward through the slit, lying on the floor with a half-dead man covered in blood, Zhao Nanyu held the whip in his hand, and the crescent-colored clothes were stained with blood, not only that, his His hands were also stained with blood.
The murderous force raged, and the momentum was majestic.
Zhao Nanyu turned his back on her, stepped on his wound mercilessly, stepped on his wound, and looked at him with a high tone, "If you hand it over, you don't have to suffer so much."
The man's face was twisted and his teeth clenched. "I really don't know."
Zhao Nanyu is not going to spend more time on his lips. This man has a strict mouth, and he can't even say anything. He used to spend several years in Dali Temple. He is the best at punishment and he has no ambiguity in starting. This person has long been The work tortured by him could not be done.
Zhao Nanyu didn't mind sending him a ride, and he could suppress the irritability in his heart even after seeing blood. He carelessly took the sword from his entourage, and the sword pierced his throat.
Song Luan shook her heart and took a deep breath to stabilize her body. She was about to pretend that she had not seen anything. When she left quietly, Zhao Nanyu turned her head suddenly, as if she had found someone.
Zhao Nanyu raised his hand and swept the wind, and the door in front of Song Luan was opened.
A blood stain was also splashed on his face, and the killing gas was raging. Zhao Nanyu was only slightly surprised when she saw that she calmly handed the sword to the person beside him. Zi wiped the blood on his face and walked to her, sighing, "How come there is no sound?"
Zhao Nanyu didn't want her to see too scenes, she was already afraid of him. But if it really does not matter, Song Luan will sooner or later find out that he is not kind.
He also had a lot of human lives in his hands, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Song Luan's disgusting vomiting, subconsciously avoiding the hand he came up with, his face pale.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes dimmed, and she was probably terrified.

Zhao Chao’s master had just arrived at the city gate, and was respectfully and respectfully invited by Zhao Nanyu’s people.
Xu Daozi wore a black robe with a whisk in his hand, his face was kind, and his smile was shallow. If he ignored his dress, he looked only at a very kind old man.
After traveling abroad for more than a year, Xu Daozi knew nothing about the capital. He never inquired or asked, his only apprentice could not find others, and Xu Daozi never revealed his whereabouts.
I thought it was his apprehensive apprentice who wanted to see him and waited until he entered the gate of Zhao Mansion, only to find out that he had nothing to ask for.
At the moment, Song Luan also looked blankly at the old man with a white beard smiling in front of his eyes. Zhao Nanyu solemnly said to Dao Zi: "Troubled master."
Xu Daozi checked the pulse for her, her pupils opened slightly, she was surprised and said, "Azure?"
Zhao Nanyu's jaw tightened, his expression condensing, "Well. That's right."
Xu Daozi started to pack things, shaking his head and said, "No need to watch."
The azure was originally a poison/drug produced by his whim. His temper is quite weird, and he has produced a handful of poisons for decades, but there is no antidote for each. Even he himself couldn't find a solution.
The smell of azure was made by him in a hurry. Xu Daozi was very satisfied with the smell of poison. The toxicity was sufficiently perverted, comparable to sulfur, but different from sulfur. Azure will slowly corrode the organs in the body It makes people die for two or three years.
When the internal organs are all hollowed out, people naturally cannot survive.
Xu Daozi looked at the pale girl in front of her, but she was a little pitiful. It seemed that the little girl was not old, her face was crisp and fresh, her eyes were clean like a spring, and she was very beautiful.
Unfortunately, such a person is actually dying.
Xu Daozi slowly turned his gaze to Zhao Chao on his side, raised his hand and patted his head without mercy, "Explain to Lao Tzu what's going on?"
How is such a poisonous medicine applied to a little girl with no power?
Zhao Chaozhizhiwuwu, "Master, we will talk about this later."
"Dao Chang stayed." Zhao Nanyu stopped him.
Xu Daozi was not a patient and patient person. He was tired and tired all the way. He hadn't rested yet. He said that it was actually a tough one, and naturally he didn't have a good face.
He was bad-tempered and went straight, saying, "I know what you are asking, no need to read it means there is no cure. You can still live for two or three months at most."
If she could carry waves of pain, this poisoned little girl could still live for three years, but it didn't look like she was able to stand up.
Most people who hit the sky will eventually commit suicide and die. No one can bear the pain day after day. And that kind of painful pain will increase day by day. At that time, breathing has become a kind of torture.
Song Luan calmly accepted the news, but the tears fell without warning. Xu Daozi saw the little girl crying pear blossoms with rain and coughed unnaturally.
Now that the words have been spoken, I can't hide them.
Although she was cruel to her, did you know that you were prepared for it too early?
The fingers in Zhao Nanyu's sleeve were clenched tightly, the joints were white, and thin lips were moved.
Song Luan wiped away the tears of the Emperor Huang, she had already thought that this was the fate of the original owner, even if she was a traverser, even if she knew in advance that her plot could not be changed.
Helpless, helpless.
Song Luan admits that she is afraid of death, but if she is asked to face it calmly, it is not impossible, maybe she will die in this world, she can go back.
"I'm okay, I'm okay." Song Luan said freely with Zhao Nanyu's pitying and painful eyes, and said again and again.
Xu Daozi softened, and immediately said, "Don't be sad, little girl, not only for two or three months, but also for two years, you should take good care of it."
Two years, exactly the same time as the original.
What were the days of those two years, Song Luan had seen the description of the text with his own eyes.
In the words of Xu Daozi, Zhao Nanyu refused to believe a word, he was still looking for a doctor for her everywhere, and posted notices offering rewards. Song Luan only smiled when she knew this, she was not discouraged, nor did she think that Zhao Nanyu was doing useless work, and she would not give up easily even before she died.
It's a pity to drink too much medicine, the effect is not as good as before.
The Jianghu Warlock and the Imperial Doctor were helpless, as Xu Daozi said, and he had no cure.
Zhao Nanyu was too lazy to pretend to be warm and pleasant, and his temper was getting worse.
Song Luan knew that he had a lot of tantrums in his back, never raised his eyebrows, and had fewer laughs. Zhao Nanyu smiled only when the two of them stayed together.
Every day he brought some baubles from outside to make her happy.
Song Luan had fewer and fewer hours of sleep. The faint pain in her body made it difficult for her to sleep. She hugged Zhao Nanyu's waist tightly and smelled the familiar smell on him before she became more comfortable.
Even if he fell asleep, every time he would dream of a picture of Zhao Nanyu ruthlessly penetrating her.
She had a hunch in her heart that this picture in the dream would one day come true. Zhao Nanyu would eventually kill her. What could be the reason? She can't guess now.
The dagger was placed in Zhao Nanyu's study and placed in the upper right corner of the desk.
Zhao Nanyu looked at her sullenly, so she invited her mother over to make her happy.
Aunt Lin looked at her daughter’s poor and pitiful appearance, and her tears fell straight, scolding Zhao Nanyu while wiping her tears, and said harshly,
That bastard! How dare you torture you like this, if it’s not your father, they don’t allow me, I’ll take you back long ago , What do we Song family want? Zhao Nanyu has gained momentum, otherwise I will not be enough to kill him."
Aunt Lin said indignantly about Zhao Nanyu's bad words. Song Luan held her mother's hand and whispered softly, "Mother, I'm hungry, have you brought me something delicious?"
"You are right, Zhao Nanyu is really not a good thing. I have eaten lightly recently, and there is no oil in my mouth."
Aunt Lin said uncomfortably: "You are sick, eating lighter is better for your health." She sighed and looked at Song Luan's eyes very lovingly. "What a good daughter I am, how was tortured in the Zhao family How about this?!"
At the beginning, even if she sent her daughter to the nun nu, she should not marry Zhao Nanyu.
Song Luan didn't know how to persuade her. Aunt Lin really loved her and her eyes were swollen. It is estimated that this time there was no tears.
She sighed in her heart, a little guilty, "Mother, let's not talk about those unhappy things, I tell you, yesterday Zhao Nanyu got me a white cat from somewhere, but the cat doesn't seem to be I loved me so much that he secretly ran away." At this point, she chuckled softly, "Zhao Nanyu looked for most of the night, and turned all corners and corners, but didn't find it."
Aunt Lin said: "Your mind is wide."
When was it that there was still leisure and care for a cat? Song Luan was a piece of meat that fell out of her body. What I said to her now is just to make her stop worrying.
But Aunt Lin was relieved, her daughter was thin, and her complexion was not good. She smelled of medicine, as if she had just been released from the medicine jar.
Recalling her daughter's exquisite and charming posture, Aunt Lin was very sad, and it was right to call Zhao Nanyu!
Aunt Lin is scolding Zhao Nanyu from beginning to end, summing up this man is not a good thing.
She stopped her curse sorely, Song Luan smiled secretly with her mouth covered, and her waist hurts as soon as she smiled. There was no way but to endure and lean on her waist and said, "Mother, stop talking."
"Good, I won't say it."
Aunt Lin accompanied her for an afternoon and told her everything that happened in the Song Mansion. For example, the five sisters she had just married and entered the harem. The queen mother personally picked people into the palace, which seemed to be quite favored by the new emperor.
Her brother Song Heqing accepted a concubine's room, and the young concubine was not a fuel-efficient lamp, provoking her brother-in-law's relationship.
Song Luan listened to her brain pain, and she remembered the fate of Ayun girl in her heart. She had not seen Ayun in a long time. The new emperor was a typical cold emperor in the original book.
It is a good thing for the emperor to be merciless to Jiangshan, and he is cruel to his woman.
Song Luan nibbled melon seeds and asked, "What's the matter with my brother and concubine?"
Aunt Lin frowned, "That girl was the daughter of a criminal, your brother saved her by taking care of her old love. Who knows how many things will happen later?"
"Sister-in-law must be very sad."
Imagine if Zhao Nanyu was concubine, she would be sad too, and she was sour when thinking about such things.
"It's not! I cried a few times with your brother behind. I dare not let people know that your sister-in-law was too soft and had to be bullied silently." Aunt Lin's tone suddenly changed, "If anyone dares to stand in front of me Fortunately, the old lady hacked her with a knife."
However, Aunt Lin's life in Song Dynasty was still alive.
Song Luan can't help but Aunt Lin is not Song Heqing's biological mother. It is even more impossible to manage things in his room. They outsiders had to watch.
It wasn't too early. Aunt Lin didn't stay for dinner. She said that she didn't want to see Zhao Nanyu.

The gauze lamp exudes a warm light, and Song Luan is still not bright enough. When he got out of bed, he lit two more lamps, and the room was dim.
It was another difficult night to sleep. Zhao Nanyu was lying on her side, holding her shoulder with one hand. His voice was very nice when he spoke, and Yan Yue was gentle into the bone, trying to tell jokes with her.
Song Luan's back pain and lower abdomen also hurt. She looked at him with water Lingling's eyes open and listened to him with a concentrated expression. The jokes that Zhao Nanyu said were really not funny, but Song Luan looked at him hard and seriously wanted to tease her Happy, he smiled.
It’s better to laugh than to laugh. The chest starts to hurt. She covers her chest and inhales, complaining in a low voice, "Don’t tell me a joke, I’m afraid I will die before I get a breath."
Zhao Nanyu hated to hear her say dead words and pinched her shoulders.
Song Luan leaned back in his arms with his eyes closed, smiled, and slowly said: "My mother-in-law can come to see me today, and I am already very happy."
There is no need for him to bother her.
She is coquettish and easy to satisfy.
Zhao Nanyu's words became even less, and his throat was dumb. He probably had a hard time during these days.
Song Luan sleeps every day, his body hurts, and when he wakes up, there is always a voice in her ear saying, "He can kill you only if he kills you."
Lingering, tired of listening.
When he woke up, Song Luan remembered that sentence clearly, and death was a relief.
She was barefoot, and no corner of the house was covered with precious carpets. It was not cold to step on it. She slowly and slowly walked to the window, her eyes not knowing where to fall.
[The teenager was hugged tightly in the arms by his mother. The woman’s face was blue, her body was cold, and her body gradually became stiff, yet she still forgot to protect her child. The cold wind and rain slapped on her face. Handed to the palm of the teenager, "A Yu, you must live well."]
[The teenager has an extremely beautiful face, even in worn clothes that can’t block his cold temperament. The man with a sharp-billed monkey gill kicked him fiercely, "Really think of yourself as a young master? Even if he is recognized, It’s just an undesirable evil."]
[Zhao Nanyu! What are you counting? ! Do you deserve to touch me? ! 】
Song Luan remembers the sad description of Zhao Nanyu in the book, is he pitiful? Is pathetic.
Song Luan suddenly felt that she had always been too persistent. If she could safely accept the plot arranged in the original book, it would be good to die.
The pain in the chest became more and more acute. Xu Dao didn't really lie to her. She lived at most for two or three months. Even if she didn't die, she would not be able to stab herself.
Zhao Nanyu opened the door and saw the woman curled up leaning against the window, frowning, and picked her up. Song Luan opened her eyes tiredly, and she said softly, "Zhao Nanyu, I know what's in my body The poison is yours."
The man's body froze abruptly, with thin bloodshot eyes. His eyes seemed to be red. He could not see whether there was water in his eyes with his back.
Song Luan stared at him intently, raised his hand to pull the hairpin off his head, put it on his palm, smiled and said, "You gave me a break."
It took less than a month for the poison to happen, and she couldn't stand it anymore.
Whether it is awake or asleep, she hurts.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes became very fierce at that moment, almost terrible.