WIFE CAN'T ESCAPE MTL

Chapter 81

Song Luan can actually remember some things, those things are in her dreams, intermittently and long, but she does not remember clearly every time she wakes up, and her brain hurts after thinking about it.

Over time, Song Luan is unwilling. Then I thought about it.

It's probably not common to see outsiders. Song Luan is now a little dependent on Zhao Nanyu. She is very cold in late autumn. She always hugs him at night, and puts her whole body in his arms, so that he can fall asleep with the warmth. 

Zhao Nanyu didn't force her to say that she liked him, and Song Luan felt that it would be nice to live on like this.

However, Song Luan has clearly noticed Zhao Nanyu's taciturn in the past few days. He didn't talk much every day. Therefore, two people stayed in the same room and often had nothing to say.

Song Luan has no idea whether this is the world in a book, but it doesn't matter what it is, she can't return to modern times.

Zhao Nanyu in the book, after becoming a powerful minister, only contends for power and is not very concerned about female sex. He returns from the palace to the palace late every day, and stays with the original heroine all day long. Can't say a few words.

Song Luan felt that she hadn't seen a man other than Zhao Nanyu for a long time, and that his counselors or students would come to the mansion to discuss matters before.

Song Luan still remembered the elegant and handsome Tanhua Lang who passed by the window that day, but he didn't even remember it.

After Zhao Nanyu vomited blood this time, the time she stayed in her room had obviously become longer. She hugged her all day long. The long-lost fear flooded Song Luan's heart. She felt that Zhao Nanyu's possessiveness had reached its peak, and she was unwilling to let her She left him for a half step.

However, Zhao Nanyu has already agreed to let her meet her brother, but this is conditional. He teaches her to write, and he can only see her if she writes well.

Song Luan could not fully recognize the complicated fonts of this dynasty. They were as difficult to understand as seal script, and they were complicated to write. She only recognized simple ones. She only reads picture books with few words.

So Song Luan still had a headache for practicing calligraphy.

However, Zhao Nanyu, who looked at the Zhilan Yushu, stood quietly by the window, wrote and read, and it was still very pleasing. The panes were set up, and the golden sunlight rushed to sprinkle on his bright face like a bright moon. He wore a crescent-colored robe. The crown is tied with hair, the facial features are delicate, and a green sachet is tied around the waist.

This sachet was embroidered by Song Luan, and her embroiderer was in a mess. Naturally, this sachet was not very embroidered. When Zhao Nanyu took it out, she had a small temper and said she would lose his face, but He didn't care at all.

Zhao Nanyu raised her face and beckoned to her, "Come here, I will teach you how to write."

Song Luan ran to him and was hugged in his arms. His generous and kind palms were tightly wrapped. Her little hands taught her to write a stroke by stroke.

Song Luan turned his face slightly, and asked curiously: "What do you say in this word?"

Zhao Nanyu avoided answering, but instead asked her, "Remember how to write it?"

Song Luan shook his head and answered truthfully, "No."

Only again, how could she remember.