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Chapter 69
Zhao Wenyan didn't bother to lie since he was small, and there were very few lies. This time he greeted his brother's sharp eyes, and he was a little guilty.
After coughing twice, he said: "Second brother, I still have something to do, I will go first."
Zhao Nanyu nodded, "Well."
Zhao Wenyan almost escaped from the house. He always felt that his careful thoughts had nothing to hide from his second brother.
Zhao Wenyan didn't know what he thought. He said that no matter what her life and death, she could not help buying it and giving it to her.
During the Chinese New Year period, he also heard that Song Luan Xiao was sick, but the second brother did not let anyone come to see him, and Zhao Wenyan didn't want to ask for fun.
Soon after he finished the exam, he was at home and heard about the second sister-in-law from his mother.
Zhao Wenyan felt that Song Luan was still beautiful even if he was ill, and his weak body made people feel distressed.
He didn't like Ersao anymore. He just felt that Ersao was not as annoying as before. Zhao Wenyan found out that Song Luan also had a delicate and graceful side. He was weak and could not help but wind, Liying flourished.
The people in Huai Shui Curie's mouth are too strict. He couldn't even find out what Song Luan got sick, and his face would become white like that.
Early in the spring, she was still so tightly dressed, and the carbon fire in the house was full of light.
Fang Cai Zhao Wenyan just stayed in it for a little while, his forehead was heated with a thin sweat, and I don’t know how his second brother could bear it.
When Zhao Wenyan left, he did not close the door. The wind blew into the house, and Song Luan just happened to stand on the tuyere, trembling coldly.
She felt herself, and after the poisonous hair became sick again, she became more and more afraid of the cold.
Zhao Nanyu closed the door silently for her. Slender fingers gently lifted the snow lotus on the table and sneered at the corner of his mouth. "A Yan is proud and arrogant, it is rare that he has this intention."
Song Luan rubbed his hands. Sure enough, he didn't hear the irony and sourness in his words. He took the white snow lotus into his hands. "If it wasn't for the third lady to send him something, he would not come."
Zhao Nanyu smiled, and her fingers flicked down her head, "silly."
She believes what others say.
Song Luan stared at Xuelian in the palm of his hand for a while. After enough addiction, he put it back in the box, licked his lips, and narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll stew this thing tonight."
She has only seen such noble things like Xuelian in the book before, and Tu Lao Hat has also seen the world once.
Zhao Nanyu took a sip of tea, "What about brothers?"
"I let him go to the middle." She was talking to Zhao Wenyan just now. The arrogant dead child refused to spare others. He dared to say anything. Song Luan was afraid of knowing what he should not hear. Give it away.
With a sigh, she said, "I'll go in and see him."
Zhi Geer straightened his back and sat straight at the desk. The small, white face was reddish. He took off his jacket and his shirt, which made him more comfortable.
Song Luan's body temperature is lower than ordinary people, naturally he will not feel hot in the house, and Zhao Nanyu is extremely tolerant, and he has never seen him complain or wipe his sweat, so Song Luan thought that the temperature in the room was for anyone It’s all right.
She took a handkerchief out of her sleeve, and held her brother on her lap, gently wiping off the fine sweat on his forehead for him.
"You just open the window when it's hot. Why is it so stupid? I feel sick when I sweat."
Cheer brother blushed, "Not hot."
"You all sweat and say you are not hot?" Song Luan squeezed his face with a smile. "It's not a good boy to lie."
Song Luan got up immediately, holding his brother in his arms, and walked to the window to support the pane. The cool wind scrambled into the house, blowing away the heat inside.
My brother's face was not as red as before. He pulled on Song Luan's sleeve. "My dear, close the window, I'm really not hot."
As my father said, my mother was not in good health and could not blow.
Song Luan touched his head and smiled, "How many words have I just written? Let me see if I can? I want to see if we have improved the characters we know."
I know that my brother ignores her and twists her body to get out of her arms. The mother deliberately changed the subject and refused to close the window. He went on his own, and it was enough to climb to the bench.
Song Luan patted his back, "Do not allow disturbance, let me hug? Why don't you like me?"
Shi Ge'er heard her words and she didn't move, her expression was mourning, her eyes were drooping, her wet black eyes looked at her grievously, "close the window."
This child is also very stubborn, and this is true of everything. At this point, Song Luan had seen it for a long time, and the character of his brother followed Zhao Nanyu, and his stubborn change in his bones could not be changed.
After a while of the wind, the room was not as hot as before.
Song Luan closed the window again according to his temperament, knowing brother put her little head on her shoulder, and said to her in a low voice, "Mr. yesterday praised my words beautifully."
He copied the typeface of his father, and it is very good to learn shape at this age.
Song Luan walked over to the table and took out his copied fonts for a look, and found that the writing was indeed very good, much better than hers.
She praised: "It's good to know my brother."
The child smiled and bent his eyes, as if praised by his mother was a very happy day.
Song Luan also said: "This beautiful character, Minger, I will find someone to frame it, hang it on the wall, OK?"
Brother Zhi was shy and couldn't lift his head. His face was red and red. He shyly said, "No... no more."
Song Luan pursed her lips and laughed at the children. It was really fun to tease the children.
Boom, the son is the cutest.
But after holding him for so long, Song Luan's arm was a little sour. Zhao Nanyu lifted the curtain and walked in from the outside. His eyes were cold, looking at her knowing brother, displeased between his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "From your mother Come down."
Song Luan put him down by the way and glared at Zhao Nanyu, "What are you doing to him?"
Zhao Nanyu frowned and said, "He is not small anymore, always sticking to what his mother looks like."
Xu Shi himself felt that Fang Cai's tone was too heavy, and squatted down to beckon his brother, "Come here."
When Brother Zhi ran on his little boots, Zhao Nanyu picked him up, lowered his tone, and said to him well: "A year older, should I be more sensible? Your mother."
The brother-in-law listened silently, saying neither good nor bad.
Zhao Nanyu thought that the child hadn't seen his mother during this time. This was playing with his temper. He stood up and said slowly, "Okay, don't allow temperament, I will take your homework."
Song Luan knew that the ancients were very precocious. When he was three years old, he went to school and became a teenager. She interrupted aloud, "I have passed the exam, and he has done well."
Zhao Nanyu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You test him?"
The smile in your eyes should not be too obvious.
Song Luan's blushing face was teased by him. Her own words were messed up. Although she is a high intellectual in modern times, she was half illiterate when she came here.
She said straightforwardly: "Well! It was him who I took, how?"
Zhao Nanyu pressed his fist against his lips and endured a smile, saying, "Okay, since you have passed the exam, then I will not take the exam again."

The weather was completely warm until the cold spring passed.
However, the carbon fire in Song Luan's house was still burning. No one dared to stop. Song Luan stayed in the house for a long time without any energy, so he thought of going to the yard to bask in the sun.
As for flying a kite, it really didn't dare to think about it, Zhao Nanyu certainly wouldn't agree with her, the two maidservants beside him also watched tightly.
Zhao Nanyu stayed at home most of the time, but his confidants came to Zhao House to discuss important matters with him, mostly in his study.
Song Luan slept under the sun under a warm blanket, stretched out a long lazy waist, and said on a whim: "I'll go to the study to see him."
The two maids still wanted to stop, and Song Luan waved his hands impatiently. "Just like that, what can happen? If I don't move around, my muscles and bones are loose."
The maid thought about it for a while. The lady's body was better than before, and her face was bloody, so they didn't say anything.
Song Luan is not good to go to Zhao Nanyu's study room empty-handed, she carries two plates of pastries.
Zhao Nanyu seemed to have guests, but he had been told that the bodyguard outside the study did not stop her.
The window was opened and the light was turned on, and the study was very bright.
Zhao Nanyu stood in front of a handsome and handsome man, his jaw line was cold, his face tight, his face expressionless and emotionless.
Dressed in black, with a sword around his waist, it should look like a military officer.
There is also a scar on his eyebrow, not deep or shallow, the length of the size of his fingernails, this scar makes him look fierce.
The man raised his eyes and stared at her coldly, the disgust was overwhelming.
Song Luan pretends not to be able to see it, and those who hate themselves can't count with both hands, so why bother with the extra two?
She put the pastry on his desk and smiled, "I don't know you have guests, otherwise I won't come."
Zhao Nanyu squeezed her hand, cold and cold, and seemed to be unable to cover her warmly. He got a soup woman and put a stab in her arms, "Nothing."
"I won't bother you much to talk about things."
Zhao Nanyu dragged her back, "don't worry" he said to the man in front of him: "Lu Ji, you drink a cup of tea first."
When the words fell, Lu Ji was a little surprised. Even his military officer, who didn't hear anything outside the window, had heard of Song Luan's good deeds. He hated women who didn't obey women from the bottom of his heart.
In the past few years, Song Luanzhi has been so arrogant, arrogant, and rude. He has to restrain himself in return, and not hack her.
Why did Master Zhao treat such a woman so well? Really worthless.
Lu Ji guess may be because she was born beautiful, thin and delicate, and her eyes seemed to be full of surging waves, which made people pity.
Song Luan has seen Lu Ji’s name, the man’s confidante, and is now the leader of the guards in the palace. He is envious of hatred. Because the biological mother left the seriously ill husband and eloped with others, he has been lonely and helpless since childhood. He has a special hatred for Song Luan. The reason is also this.
Song Luan did not want to stay here again, lest it be disgusted, "You let me go, I'm gone."
"Come all here, stay a little longer."
Zhao Nanyu refused to let go of her hand, Song Luan had to continue to stay, his face was flushed by him, and it looked so cute.
Lu Ji glanced at her and silently withdrew her gaze.
Good figure and good color, no wonder Master Zhao will like it.
Zhao Nanyu didn't like her being seen by outsiders, and covered her face,
Then he said to Lu Ji: "You go back first."
"Yes."
Song Luan was bored with his fingers, looked over and over, opened and closed again, and she didn't think it was just too boring to be fun.
Despite the cold expression on Zhao Nanyu's face, Song Luan knew he was in a good mood.
Zhao Nanyu smiled, "Zhao Zhao's master is about to return to Beijing."
When someone comes back, her poison will be solved.
Song Luan yawned and didn't hear what he said, "What? What are you talking about?"
Zhao Nanyu said it again.
Song Luan had no hope of detoxification, and the sudden surprise stunned her brain.
Saved? ? ? The original owner in the book did not take antidote until death.
While surprised, Song Luan was also worried. After all, all the plots that happened before, no matter how she was a demon, the parts related to her had not changed.
She was afraid that this time it was the same.
Thinking of this, Song Luan couldn't help but hug Zhao Nanyu and said to himself, "I'll be fine, right?"
She certainly doesn't want to die if she can live. No one will be too long!
At night, it was Zhao Nanyu who slept with her in her arms. Song Luan was not very willing at first. Later, he found that sleeping in his arms was comfortable. This compromised.
She arched restlessly in his arms and found the most comfortable posture before closing her eyes.
Soon after a while, Song Luan opened her eyes, her stomach ache, her face was white, a burst of cold sweat came out of her back, and the facial features were slightly twisted.
Zhao Nanyu soon noticed her subtle changes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Luan whimpered, and a fine voice came out of his throat, whimpering, "I... I feel bad, my stomach hurts."
It's not a stomachache. I don't know which part of the body is having an attack.
The pain was unclear, and the tears in her eyes spilled out one by one. She grabbed Zhao Nanyu's sleeve and regarded him as a painkiller.
Zhao Nanyu's warm palms covered her belly, "Is this here?"
Song Luan shook his head and gasped: "No."
His palm moved upwards, "Here?"
"Neither." Her eyes were flushed. "I don't know where it is, it just hurts."
Zhao Nanyu turned her face blank and had to hug her, rubbing her belly gently.
After an hour of incense sticks, Song Luan's pain in the body gradually stopped, she fell weakly into its arms, and her broken hair was wet with sweat.
Zhao Nanyu squeezed her waist tightly, pain flashed in her eyes, and the shadow inside her heart deepened in layers.
Song Luan's dreadful eyes met his terrible eyes, and his shoulders shrank back. As a result, Zhao Nanyu's eyes were even more terrifying.
He squeezed her back neck, lowered her head and bit her white lips, murmured, "I'm sorry for you."
But this is hypocritical guilt.
Not enough for him to tolerate Song Luan's intention to leave at all.