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Chapter 68
Song Luan really didn't feel much, even when she vomited blood, she was relieved in her heart, and finally didn't have to worry about fearing that.
Zhao Nanyu was indeed poisoned, and the fate she could not escape arrived on schedule. When she really faced this moment, she was indifferent.
However, Song Luan's desire to survive is really strong, she doesn't want to die, no matter what age she doesn't want to die, life is so beautiful, she still has a lot of things to do, and she didn't even have a good relationship, really reluctant Just die like that.
She leaned on Zhao Nanyu's body, and even had the strength to smile at him, "I don't think I can get back to my natal family today."
She couldn't breathe, her heart was dull and dull, and the feeling of turning in the book that she had only seen in the book, now she clearly felt it.
His hands and feet were cold, and he didn't have much energy. The corners of her eyes were wet, and her small hands pitifully grabbed his sleeves and shook him, her voice getting smaller and smaller, "I don't want to die."
Really not reconciled.
Why is she? After reading a book, it is inexplicable to wear the book, and even took the most garbage script set in the book! It doesn't work if you change yourself, it's blamed when she wears it too late.
Song Luan began to think, could it be that she had made a bad review under the book of "Power Minister" and scolded her with thunder and blood, and got retribution?
She has always been working so hard, Song Luan's more and more wronged, clearly she did nothing wrong.
I thought of Song Luan crying, hot tears slipped down, my cheeks were moist, and the corners of my eyes were red.
Zhao Nanyu thought she was crying, hugged her, took a breath, and whispered: "Will not die, don't talk nonsense."
He was not too dirty, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth gently with the sleeve.
Song Luan was carried into the house by him. She knew that he was also very sad. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and his face was completely bloodless.
Such a well-thought-out man would have panicked.
Song Luan's sudden blood spit, she felt that after she seemed to vomit, her chest was not so stuffy, but of course, she had no energy. The upper and lower eyelids are fighting, lethargic.
Zhao Chao just took the pulse for her, without his brother's instructions, he immediately said: "I'll go to dispense medicine."
Of course, he couldn't get an antidote, so he had to prescribe some soothing medicine.
Song Luan is just vomiting blood now, and then gradually pain, toxins will slowly penetrate her organs, corroding her lungs.
The seizure lasted several years.
Song Luan fell asleep as soon as he lay in bed, and he had nothing to think about when he fell asleep.
She feels that Zhao Nanyu has always been with her. This person has always been at ease, but now she is helpless.
Zhao Zhao’s master has been looking for more than a year, but he couldn’t find anyone.
Whenever he finally caught a clue, he soon lost track.
The sky gradually darkened. Song Luan's sleep was one day. The ups and downs of her chest gradually calmed down, and her breathing gradually subsided.
Zhao Nanyu took her hand and sat by the bed for a whole day. There was no light in the room. The slightly harsh face fell deeply into the darkness, unable to see the expression on his face.
Zhao Nanyu had given her medicine once before, but Song Luan was very obedient and swallowed it all.
After a long, long time, Song Luan finally opened her eyes. She blinked and slowly sat up from the bed, complaining softly, "It's so dark."
"I'm going to light the lamp." Zhao Nanyu's dumb voice suddenly startled her.
The candle was extinguished, not too bright. But Song Luan could finally see his face clearly.
Under the warm light, Zhang Nuanyu's fair and delicate face reflected on him. The clothes on his body had not been changed, and her blood was still stained on the white robe. Song Luan swallowed and swallowed. Change?"
Zhao Nanyu loves to be clean! The cleanliness is very serious, and you will have to change a set of clothes when you come back in the morning.
"forget."
"Then you have to bathe and change your clothes. I'm awake and it's okay." Song Luan tried to use the usual tone of speech.
Zhao Nanyu nodded, "Okay."
Song Luan listened to the sound of water, the mood was complicated, and the smell of the medicine in the room was strong. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on her shoes and walked out directly to the outside, as expected, it was messy.
The vases on the shelves were broken several times, the desks were messed up, and no one seemed to come in to clean them up.
Zhao Nanyu changed clothes and came out without seeing her. He looked away and walked out, looking at his thin back, tightening his jaw, and looked deep.
Her back was ethereal, as if she would leave at any time.
"How did you get out of bed?" he asked.
Song Luan smiled, "I'm not made of glass." She said in an insignificant tone: "Isn't it just spitting blood? Just make it up."
Her mentality is really good! Very good!
Zhao Nanyu took her cold hand and touched it gently, "Go in."
Song Luan stood still, smelling the light fragrance on his body, pointing to the debris on the ground and asking, "Did you lose your temper this afternoon?"
She remembered that the vase on the shelf was very valuable. When she ran away, she still thought about whether to take it away together. Later, she gave up because it was too big.
Now she is so broken by Zhao Nanyu, she feels strange in her heart. This is all money.
Zhao Nanyu said, admitted.
Not only did he lose his temper, but he also had a big temper. The frightened girls did not dare to set foot in this room to collect the debris.
Zhao Chao told him that there was no other way than waiting.
Song Luan sighed and regretted: "I haven't seen how you fell."
He can always remain calm, at least on the bright side, the clouds are light and windy, and he can't see anything wrong. Even if he is really angry, he will only secretly use some means to toss people.
Zhao Nanyu's lips rose slightly, but he couldn't laugh.
Song Luan turned around and looked up to see his facial features.
He looks good, looks good everywhere, Bai Yu is flawless and perfect.
"A Yu."
She hasn't called him like this for a long time.
Zhao Nanyu gently stroked her soft hair and asked, "You said."
"Don't smash things so expensive next time." She had a little pain.
Zhao Nanyu froze a little, but didn't expect that she was still saying something that didn't matter.
"it is good."
Song Luan slept for a day, and naturally he was not sleepy. She rolled around on the bed with the quilt.
Zhao Nanyu looked funny when she looked like she wrapped herself in a cocoon, and pulled the person out of it. "Drink the medicine."
"Did Zhao Chao match the medicine?"
"Ok."
"Is his master a doctor!?"
"Ok."
Okay, take medicine. Obediently drink medicine.
Rounded off, the apprentices of the magician are also magicians!
No need to coax, Song Luan held the bowl and tilted his neck to drink the medicine cleanly, completely as if drinking water.
But Zhao Zhaopei's medicine was really bitter. Her facial features were all wrinkled together, and she was a little sick. This medicine is harder to drink than all the medicines she has taken before.
Sure enough, the magician is different.
"Eh, you have been with me for a day, aren't you still busy? You hurry up! Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
Song Luan didn't ask anything. She guessed that after she came over, Zhao Nanyu continued to be poisoned.
She seems to know everything.
She pityed herself a little, and pity Zhao Nanyu.
The man likes her, but she will be killed by him.
Destiny fools them.
Song Luan had a deep memory of the original master’s death method. The sharp edge of the dagger was aimed at her heart. The handle of the dagger was held by Zhao Nanyu.
Gee, it hurts to think about it.
She may have dug the ancestral tomb of the male master in her last life and took out his body to flogg, and this will be the only thing in her life.
It's too miserable.
Someone dared to cry in front of her in the future, and she printed the story and fell on the man's face.
Zhao Nanyu's lines were still, and her deep hair looked hairy in her heart.
"take a rest first."
"But I'm not sleepy."
"Then you have to rest," he said stubbornly.
Song Luan couldn't help but hammered him with his fist, "Then why don't you rest!"
Zhao Nanyu raised her lips, "You let me do the business."
Song Luan raised his head and looked at him, "Well, I changed my mind. You are not allowed to go."
"Okay."
She was stupid and unknowing, and he was in his arms.
Song Luan hummed and lay in the back of the bed, simply facing him with the back of his head.

The last time Song Luan whispered and coaxed back to her mother’s house again, Zhao Nanyu looked at her death, and kept guarding people at all times.
Most of the time, it was Zhao Nanyu who accompanied her personally.
He may not say a word, just holding her wrist is enough.
And Song Luan's situation is not much better. She often coughs and bleeds blood. She dare not let Zhao Nanyu see the handkerchief in her hand. His eyes are too terrifying and extremely eerie.
The male character is extremely dark, and Song Luan is really afraid that he will be black on the spot.
But as she coughed more and more times, the coughing up of blood could not be concealed.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhao's medicine started to work, and Song Luan coughed up blood at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.
She had no chance of breathing at all. She was suffocated half dead. On the day of the good weather, Zhao Nanyu was not at home. Hula made a kite and put it in the yard.
After two laps, sweating and panting.
The kite flew too high, and the thread was broken in half, and the tiger kite she drew fell outside the wall.
Song Luan subconsciously wanted to climb up to the wall, took down the tiger kite on the elm tree outside the courtyard, just raised his foot, and stiffly took it back again.
Zhao Nanyu saw it and could interrupt her dog legs.
The man became more murky, and sometimes in the middle of the night her throat was dry, and she wanted to get up and drink. She could always meet his clear eyes when she opened her eyes.
It was dark and deep, with countless extreme emotional eyes, looking straight at her.
Song Luan's scalp felt numb, and he felt palpitations.
His autocracy is even worse than before, not letting her blow her hair, letting her use her strength, and treating her as a fragile doll.
Song Luan instructed the bodyguard, "Go help me get the kite back."
"Yes."
She just wanted to take out the handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her forehead. There was an extra hand in front of her eyes, slender knuckles, and a plain handkerchief was handed to her. The man sighed, "You."
Please tolerate a poor man who will die.
Song Luan really wanted to say this sentence, but Zhao Nanyu's irritability these days looked at her, she just swallowed it back.
These days, she really is not as flexible as before.
Everything is moving towards the original plot.
To be honest, Song Luan didn't want to die in his hands. If there was no way to go in the end, she would silently avoid it, and he would come to greet the death from a distance.
The man is a glass heart, and his heart breaks at the touch.
Heartbreak will turn black.
What if I cried and hugged her corpse without letting go?
Song Luan really can't imagine the male crying, she suddenly laughed.
Zhao Nanyu lifted her chin with two fingers, "Are you in a good mood?"