Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 66

Song Luan was sitting beside the bed, but Zhao Nanyu ignored her, and only continued to practice his calligraphy calmly.

Even if Song Luan wanted to quarrel with him, he could stop her with just three or two words. As long as she didn't push his buttons, he wouldn't get angry, and would just watch her act mischievous like a fool.

A few days ago, Zhao Nanyu took care of her even when the situation in the capital was uncertain. Now that the overall situation was settled, he had already gotten the power that he wanted. How could he possibly let her go? The number of people guarding in the dark also hadn't decreased.

Song Luan took off her shoes and socks and tucked herself in the quilt. After sleeping for a while, she felt so hot that she stretched her bare feet out of the bed.

Zhao Nanyu knew that she couldn't sleep, so he didn't write nor read any words anymore. He went to the bedside and took off his clothes. Song Luan was still angry at him. After thinking about it, what should she do with this little pervert?

She turned around in silence and faced him. Her bright eyes were looking at him expectantly.

Before she could make a sound, Zhao Nanyu had already opened his mouth, and said, "I'll send someone to take you back at noon tomorrow, and you'll come back in the evening."

Song Luan's words were forced in her throat. She softened her voice and squeezed out a very sweet smile on her face. "How can this be enough? You can give me two more days. It's not that I won't come back."

Zhao Nanyu embraced her shoulders, and pressed her small head in his arms. He closed his eyes, hooked his lips, and said, "Then you can't go."

Song Luan swallowed her anger, and forced a smile, "You're my magnanimous husband."

Zhao Nanyu laughed and said, "Okay, I'll send you in the morning. Isn't that a long time? It will be enough."

"I'm so angry that I can't make sense with you."

It's useless reasoning with him.

It's strange that Zhao Nanyu could always guess what she's thinking. She arched out her arms, but was pulled back by the man behind her as soon as the quilt was covered.

That night, in Song Luan's long dream, there was a woman she had never seen before. She was wearing her familiar bright red dress, and her hair was decorated with flower ornaments.

She was gorgeous and exquisite.

She stood on the tower with her hair tied high. The cold wind swayed her dress. The expression on her face seemed very sad. No, it was not just sad, but it was a kind of despair.

The desperate smile on her lips seemed to show she didn't have any attachment to this world.

Her hands were tightly tied behind her, surrounded by a circle of armored soldiers, their sharp knives facing her. It's as if one single movement of hers would trigger the ten thousand swords in front of her to pierce her heart.

With the sound of 'zhu', a sharp arrow passed by Song Luan's ear, and the woman on the tower was shot directly. The person who shot the arrow was very skillful because it precisely pierced the center of her heart.

Song Luan couldn't tell whether it was a dream or not, but she could almost hear the sound of the arrow cutting through the cloth.

The arrow seemed to have been shot in her heart. Her chest was suddenly filled with severe pain. In betweens of being awake and being asleep, she saw the young taoist who she had met once. His expressionless face whispered faintly on her ear, "Did you see that? That is you."