Chapter 87:

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This is a book with more than two million words of anti-theft chapter. Song Luan looked at it with great interest. After reading most of it, her upper and lower eyelids were fighting. She couldn’t bear it, and she fell asleep. When she woke up, she found that she had encountered a legend. In the crossing, he also became the wife of the man in the book.
The original owner did not have much space in the book, only a few chapters appeared, and the final ending was quite miserable. He was burned alive by a fire, her husband set the fire, and her son locked the door.
Song Luan thought of this, the whole person was not very good.
"Ma'am, it's time." The maid spoke carefully and bowed her body, her head down was very afraid of her.
Song Luan sighed heavily and cleared her throat, she said: "You go out first, without you waiting."
The two maids, like Meng Amnesty, bent over and hurriedly retreated from the house.
Song Luan knew why they were afraid of her. The original owner ended up in a tragic death. It really deserved it. Her father was a celebrity in front of the emperor. She was a very popular four-ranking literary minister. Although the mother of the original owner was a concubine, she was a child. Being spoiled and raised, she learned a lot from her mother's stinky problems. She treated people harshly, made snobbish friends, and often insulted other women in the government because of her beauty.
However, the skin of the original owner is quite beautiful, the skin is white and the are big, and after she and hers are full of eyes, they all want to marry the nobles.
At that time, the male host had just got the examination and entered the Hanlin Academy. He came to visit the Song family. The original host was designed by her sister. The two were given medicine to get to the same bed. This kind of thing spreads out and damages the reputation of the two. The way, the two had to be married.
The male lead Zhao Nanyu is only a stubborn child in the Zhao family, and can not be favored by his grandmother and father. The days are not very good, and he has been bullied by several brothers without power and power. The only one who came to the table is probably a child Good skin appearance, delicate facial features, temperament like jade, like the clear breeze Jiyue, is also a famous gentleman.
Before getting married, the original owner was mocked by the sisters she had bullied before. She was already dissatisfied with this marriage, and she was even more dissatisfied!
After getting married, she grew more tempered in Zhao's family, scolded her servants at will, and did not have a good look at her husband, Zhao Nanyu, but soon after, she was pregnant with her baby. Of course, this woman can only see Qian Quan in her eyes, and she is also very unhappy with this son. As long as Zhao Nanyu is not at home, she is pointing at the child in a bad mood and scolds, and she will also start pinching.
The original owner was brave enough to wear a very gorgeous dress to hook up the royal aristocracy. No matter what her words and deeds Zhao Nanyu asked her, she was even more unscrupulous.
Thinking of this, Song Luan's brow furrowed tightly.
She got out of bed and dressed, she went to the outside to wash, sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Song Luan was still in a trance. The appearance of the original owner was the same as hers. When she read the book, she still felt very happy when the original owner died. Now she will I can't laugh.
Speaking of Zhao Nanyu, although he is still an unnamed generation, he can't be spoiled, and his style is low-key and gentle, and he is kind to everyone. In fact, this person is a ruthless character.
Hidden with a knife in his smile, he stepped down the obstacles in his career, and he smiled when he murdered himself. Everyone who bullied him insulted him, and all of them had to die.
And Zhao Nanyu is also extremely vengeful, he will not let go of his domestic servants who bullied him at the age of five or six.
Such a male leader who has a hatred for revenge and kills no blood will naturally not give a good end to the original owner who betrayed himself or even almost cuckolded himself.
He moved up step by step and took control of the North Korean government and covered the sky in Dalyang.
The maidservants buried their heads and started to prepare dishes. At this time, they could have lunch. Song Luan glanced at the dishes on the table, a few light vegetarian dishes, a crystal clear elbow, a bowl of West Lake beef chowder, and it seemed to make The appetite is wide open.
Song Luan swallowed and gradually felt hungry.
Sitting in a chair, she picked up chopsticks and tasted her favorite bamboo shoots. The taste was really good. She unknowingly took two more bites.
The servant maid standing next to her shook her calf a little, and after struggling for a long time in her heart, she stood up and said sternly: "Ma'am, the young master is weak, and I am afraid that I can't be hungry for two meals."
Song Luan froze, "What?"
The maid looked at her with a fair face, and boldly continued: "Did you forget? Last morning you fined the young master not to eat for one day. I was hungry last night. I'm afraid I can't be hungry again this morning."
Afraid that she wouldn’t agree, the maid moved Zhao Quan out again.
If the adult returns home, I’m afraid he will lose his temper if he hears about it.

Zhao Nanyu is very fond of this child.
Song Luan really does not know this one! Needless to say, it must have been a good thing that the original owner had done before she came through. It really did not spare even a child, not to mention her biological son.
The child of the original owner and Zhao Nanyu was named Zhao Shi. He was four years old this year. Most of the time he lived with his father in the front yard. Only when Zhao Nanyu was away from home would he be sent to the backyard.
Song Luan suddenly lost his appetite, put down his chopsticks, "You go and bring Brother Ge."
The maid was surprised and happy, afraid she would change her mind, "Yes, slave-maid is over."
Zhao Nanyu was sent out of Beijing a few days ago and left for more than half a month. The days are about to come back in two days. Thinking of seeing the male host soon, Song Luan is still trembling in his heart, and I don’t know if he is too late to please him now. After all, in the future this man will be a very good man.
Don't say please, at least don't offend.
The maid quickly led a little boy to the inner room. The spring was cold, but Yu Ge'er's clothes were very thin. He was wearing a red round-neck shirt, and he also had a pair of red boots under his feet. His skin was white and snowy, and his eyes were black. The pupil's eyes were so deep that when he arrived in the room, he let go of the maid's hand expressionlessly and refused to let her hold it again.
Zhi Geer lowered his eyebrows and walked respectfully to Song Luan respectfully, saluting, "Mother is well."
Zhao Zhi’s facial features followed his parents, and there were no flaws in it. The snow and ice were beautiful. Song Luan had never seen a prettier child in his life. Perhaps he was younger, and he had some flesh on his cheeks, which made him look Removed the beautiful and very cute.
It's just that his bones look thinner and thinner than those of his peers, making him want to hug him in his arms.
Song Luan looked at it and wanted to reach out and hug her, but she acted in a hurry to scare the child. She tried to pull a gentle smile and said to him, "Are you hungry? Would you like to eat together?"
It seemed that Brother Zhi was stunned for a moment. His mouth was tightly stretched, frowning, and he seemed to be thinking seriously. After a while, he answered politely, "Yes."
Song Luan, as a young single girl in a dead house, had no experience with children and did not know how to get along with children, but she still understood the principle of gradual progress. She stretched out chopsticks and pinned a crystal elbow to Brother Ge, "This good to eat."
Then he looked at him with bright eyes.
I feel strange for a while, and I always feel that my mother is different today. He lowered his head, "Thank you mother."
The mother and son sat at the same table silently for dinner. After eating, Song Luan looked at him quietly and found that the elbow in his bowl was still intact.
Song Luan was discouraged, and it seemed that their mother-child relationship was worse than she thought.
After eating and drinking, the next people immediately withdrew the tableware and chopsticks on the table. The four-year-old Zhige sat down on the spot with a serious face and said nothing.
Song Luan sighed again and again in her heart, she suddenly reached out to him, this action surprised the brother.
He leaned back and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Song Luan quickly caught people.
She hugged the child in her arms and stroked her back with a thin, thin hand. "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Zhao Shi twisted his eyebrows, with a serious expression. Originally, he thought that he would hate the light incense on her body. It was unexpectedly found that the mother's taste was a little good and a little warm. It seemed to make people feel at ease.
Song Luan didn't get a response. She raised her eyes and looked at him up and down, and found that there was a wound on his arm and a small scratch on the forehead. She estimated that these were all things the original owner did.
She really can't figure out how such a lovely child, the original owner can do it! ? Don't give me food yet! ? When the brain really got into the water and blistered.
She opened her mouth and was just about to say something. Someone outside came to spread the word, "Madam, the teacher of the young master came over and said it was time to practice writing."
Brother Zhi knew that he had retreated, and he stepped out of her arms without trace. "Mother, I'm going to the uncle first."
His teacher is his uncle.
Song Luan was not good enough to stop him, bowed his body, and couldn't help but poked his cheek with his finger, "Go!"
Zhi Ge's white face blushed, and then returned to normal, retreating from the house.
The gentleman outside the door waited for a long time. The young man picked him up and touched his head. He glanced at Huai Shuiju with a cold look. He asked, "Did your mother not hit you today?"
Brother Zhier put his head on his shoulder and shook his head, "No."
There was a little childishness on his face, and the voice was not as cold as that of the prince. The voice was milky, "Uncle, I think she seems to be different today."