嬌妻難逃

Chapter 023

Song Luan felt that Zhao Wenyan's vicious appearance was better than his silence. In her eyes, Zhao Wenyan was still a child, and he could not help being arrogant. It would be better if he vented by being attacked. It would only make him feel comfortable in this way.

The wind in the early summer was very gentle. The cool wind blew on her cheek. The fine hair on her forehead swayed with the wind. Her clothes were fluttering. The golden light fell at dusk, and she stayed for a while at the pond before going back to her residence.

The house was ablazed with candlelight, and the servant girls with plates of vegetables came in and out.

Zhao Nanyu had come back from Dali temple. He took off the imperial uniform and changed into a light blue regular suit. After bathing, his whole face looked more delicate, his eyebrows and eyes were clean, his skin was white, his temperament was cool, and he was like a fairy that could not be defiled.

Song Luan found that the jade pendant hanging on his waist had never been changed, and it was still the old piece of jade that was not very eye-catching.

She remembered that this should be a relic left by Zhao Nanyu's mother. His mother died of a serious illness. An abandoned prostitute with a year-old son was left in poverty. She finally died because they couldn't afford any medicine. Everything his mother could sell was sold, but Zhao Nanyu was left with this piece of jade which was not very valuable.

In this way, Zhao Nanyu's childhood was also miserable, and it's no wonder that when he grew up, his character was sick and twisted.

Song Luan silently took back her eyes and sat down in the position opposite to him.

Zhao Nanyu had a light fragrance on his body, which lingered on the tip of her nose. It smelled good, but she felt uncomfortable. Her chest was stuffy and her throat hurts.

After coughing twice, she filled a large glass of water.

"Uncomfortable? "

"It's okay."

Song Luan remembered that she had something else to say to him.

The blood relationship was wonderful. Even though she didn't have the memory of having a baby in October, she knew her son instinctively. She opened her mouth and suddenly stopped. Because she hadn't figured out how to call him, It seemed that it was not polite to call him by his full name, and she felt uncomfortable calling him 'Ah Yu' like others.

"Well, I have to say something to you."

"What is it?"

"I think you are too strict with your son. He is only four years old and doesn't need to learn too hard. There's an idiom that you should know–'It's not good to help draw the seedlings'." [1]

Zhao Nanyu smiled angrily. "Strict? What happened to him?"

Song Luan tried to reason with him, "The ancient poetry and prose that you want him to learn are not understandable to a four-year-old child at all. If he doesn't understand it, you punish him. Don't you feel sorry?"

Never did Zhao Nanyu expect to be questioned one day by Song Luan that he didn't care enough for his children, so he was angry, "Although the mother has many faults, you don't want him to be a useless waste in the future. "

"Being strict is not a bad thing, but you are in a hurry."

"What do you think I should do?" Zhao Nanyu asked for her opinion seriously.

After thinking about it, Song Luan said, "Work and rest should be combined. You should still let him play. Don't punish him everytime, okay?"

Zhao Nanyu smiled, "Okay."