嬌妻難逃

Chapter 084

Song Luan originally thought that she and Ayun were in the same situation. Now it seemed that Ayun was even more pitiful than she was, because she felt that the slag emperor was not so good to Ayun, otherwise this little girl would not be so afraid of him.

Ayun trembled at the sound of her opening the door and even looked for places to hide.

Song Luan held her hand and lowered her voice. "Do you still want to escape?"

Ayun nodded. "Yes, he is frightening. Life is worthless in his eyes..."

Song Luan used to be scared of Zhao Nanyu, but her fear of him did not grow, because she later found that as long as she would not provoke Zhao Nanyu's bottom line, he would treat her with gentleness.

But the slag emperor was not such a person.

Song Luan looked at her sympathetically and said, "If there is a chance in the future, I will help you."

Ayun replied gratefully, "Okay, thank you."

She gazed at Song Luan's stomach and touched it softly.

Her eyes were filled with envy. "When will she be born?"

Song Luan replied, "There are still several months to go."

"Oh, oh, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I felt a little bit of discomfort before, but I'm better now."

Ayun bowed her head shyly and laughed, "I also want to have a baby."

She would like it if her child was fat and white. It would also be better if the baby was quiet and sensible.

Ayun said in a low voice, "But not for Li Hansheng, of course! I hate him."

She always dared to call the new emperor's name by his real name directly and had even called him more than a thousand times. If Li Hansheng wanted to kill her because of this, she would have died hundreds of times.

Song Luan covered her mouth. "Be careful. The walls have ears."

"I forgot."

Song Luan just arrived at Ayun's residence for less than an incense stick before she was respectfully told by the servants that it was time to leave. Ayun looked at her reluctantly, and her little handheld her sleeve. She said, "You must come and play with me in the future. I'm bored of being alone."

Song Luan nodded, "Okay."

Because she did not know whether she would have the opportunity to enter the palace in the future, she went to ask Zhao Nanyu. It shouldn't be difficult for him to enter.

Zhao Nanyu was waiting for her outside the hall.

She did not know how long he had waited.

She slowly moved to his side with her fluttering skirt and asked, "When did you come here?"

"Just arrived."

"Are we going back?"

"Yes." He said, "Do you want to stay in the palace?"

Song Luan shook her head and said, "No, I'm a little sleepy."

Zhao Nanyu took the initiative to hold her finger and led her outside slowly.

When she passed the Wenhua hall, Song Luan's eyes were very quick, as she saw a man in a blue robe. His features were clean, and his eyes were quite clear, just like a clear spring.

The man was very fair, with a shallow smile on his face.

He also seemed to notice that there was a gaze closely following him. He raised his eyes and looked at them.