Southerners

Chapter 100

Song Zhi's eyes fluctuated, and for a moment, he was almost shaken.

But only for a moment.

But because of the angle, Meng Huan didn't see it.

Song Zhi bent her lips, kissed Meng Huan's neck affectionately, and said softly: "Master, I have never been angry with you."

It's still the same.

Meng Huan froze.

Song Zhi thought bitterly, why don't you understand?

He was never angry with him.

But sincerely, I don't want to be with him.

"Young master, do you think it's not good now?"

"Not good!" Meng Huan said, he thought for a while, and then took a big step back, "From now on, you can go out, you can go out of the Meng Mansion, I will not restrict you anymore. But you have to bring someone with you when you go out, otherwise I fear for your safety."

"That's it, okay?"

Meng Huan felt that he had already backed down a lot, but he just wanted Song Zhi to understand that he was sincere to him, and he never treated him as an ordinary male favorite.

He thought that Song Zhi would be happy, but Song Zhi was not. His eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Meng Huan with a little surprise. After thinking about it, he refused: "No need, young master. You don't trust me, so don't embarrass yourself."

"Anyway, as far as I am now, it doesn't make any difference whether I can leave the Meng Mansion or not. Even if I go out, what face do I have to meet anyone else?"

What did you say to bring someone to protect him, isn't it because you are afraid that he will run away?Isn't it to monitor him and keep him in check?

Song Zhi didn't bother to ask for favors like charity.

Meng Huan frowned: "What are you doing?"

Sure enough, the peaceful atmosphere between the two of them could not last at all.

Song Zhi was still smiling: "Young master likes me staying in the mansion and not going out, so I won't go out."

The ironic words made Meng Huan suddenly feel that his retreat was like a joke.

The tenderness at the previous moment seemed to be fake, like a fleeting image, Song Zhi who was so moved that she was about to cry at that time, seemed to be a fantasy of Meng Huan.

In reality, Song Zhi still wore a cold mask and sneered at him.

Meng Huan felt tired and annoyed, he put Song Zhi down from his arms, and stood up: "Why do you have to screw me?"

"It's clear that you don't like me, why are you still so stubborn when I back down like this?"

Song Zhi pursed her lips, but did not speak.

Meng Huan closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "What can I do to impress you, Song Zilan?"

Song Zhi bent down and said softly: "Master, Miss Hanzhu is probably waiting for you, why don't you go and see her?"

Meng Huan's facial muscles twitched, and he gave Song Zhi a cold look: "Since you want me to see her so much, then I will go, don't regret it."

Song Zhi lowered her head, her voice was so calm that she seemed to have no emotion: "Congratulations, young master."

Meng Huan left with a flick of his sleeves.

They seem to be stuck in a deadlock with no solution.

The accident happened in February, and Song Zhi received a letter from Bai Man'er.

Bai Man'er knew a few words, not many, and staggered to express herself clearly, saying that Bai A'Zhu was critically ill and wanted to ask Song Zhi for help.

The little girl was supposed to get married soon this year, but Bai Azhu had already fallen in love with her a few years ago. The other party was the son of a shopkeeper who sold spices. He is honest and honest, his family background is clean, there is only one father in the family, and his mother left early, so there is no worry about the wicked mother-in-law.

Both parents met and got to know each other. The little brother had seen Bai Man'er's portrait and saw that she was beautiful, so he liked her very much.Originally, the marriage could be arranged only after Bai Man'er got rid of his clothes.

But now, once Bai A'Zhu's illness broke out, the marriage might be ruined.

The little girl was crying while writing, the handwriting was crooked, the paper was still crumpled, it looked like it was wet with tears, and the handwriting was smudged.

Song Zhi barely understood, and suddenly felt a little anxious. When Meng Huan came back from court, Song Zhi went to see him, and wanted to ask for a favor to let him visit Bai Man'er's family.

Unexpectedly, Meng Huan refused without even thinking about it.

It's just the New Year's Eve, and during the days when the imperial court was dismissed, everyone had a lot of papers in their hands, and there was almost a quarrel in the courtroom this morning.

The content of the quarrel included but was not limited to whether Japan should continue to fight. At the end of the first lunar month, Wang Jiweng, who took the seal book to Japan as an envoy, was killed by boatmen halfway before he arrived in Japan.Myanmar is in chaos again, and we need to send troops to fight again.Thieves and thieves rose together in Zhangzhou, and the people were in dire straits.Liu Fa, the general manager of Qinzhou, rebelled and killed many local officials...

One by one, the quarrel gave Meng Huan a headache.

He personally conquered the country of Burma last year, and it turned against him again. Did everyone think about how to rebel all day long because they were full of food?

Even Song Zhi didn't listen very carefully to what she said.

Meng Huan was thinking irritably, and when he looked up, he found that Song Zhi had knelt down towards him.

Meng Huan frowned: "What are you doing?"

Think he is not annoying enough, come to add trouble?

Song Zhi: "Master, I have never begged you for anything in the past half a year... This time, can I ask you..."

Meng Huan frowned, recalling what Song Zhi just said.

Bai Man'er's mother is ill, and Bai Man'er is... Song Zhi's neighbor?

Just a neighbor, is he worthy of his concern?

Meng Huan suddenly recalled that the winter before last year, he accompanied Song Zhi to Jishuitan to admire the plum blossoms, saw Bai Man'er once, and also took a look at Chongguo Temple from afar.

That girl... seems to have an impure heart for Song Zhi.

"No, you are not allowed to go." Meng Huan said, "If you are really worried, I will send someone to go on your behalf and give them a few taels of silver."

"Master!" Song Zhi lowered her head, "Man'er is only 15 years old, how can she show her face as a little girl? She is young, so she must be at a loss right now."

"I watched Man'er grow up, and something happened to her mother, how can I ignore it?"

"Master, please promise me this time... you can send someone to follow me, I swear that I will never run around... okay?"

Meng Huan: "You get up first."

"Master..."

"Song Zilan, you are so gentle to everyone, is your unfeeling only to me?"

Song Zhi's lips moved, and she lowered her eyes: "I didn't..."

Meng Huan bent down, stretched out his hand, pulled Song Zhi up, and said coldly: "That girl is interested in you, can't you see it?"

Song Zhi frowned: "Master, why do you always..."

"Lian'er last time, Man'er this time, do you think I have something to do with anyone as long as they get close to me?"

"..."

Song Zhi raised her eyes to look at Meng Huan, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Meng Huan let go of him weakly, and waved his hand: "Go as you want, I'll send some people to go with you, if you need anything, just let him do it."

Song Zhi lowered her head again: "Thank you, young master." She didn't say any more hurtful words.

Xiuniang and Bai Azhu are like sisters, so she naturally wants to participate in this matter.

Meng Huan released the two of them back, and sent them in a carriage, accompanied by two or three long entourages, and a servant girl.

This kind of treatment cannot be enjoyed by ordinary people.

Song Zhi was sitting in the carriage with a wry smile on her lips.

After getting off the carriage, Song Zhi had adjusted her mood and went straight to Bai Man'er's house.

Knocking on the door, soon someone came to open the door, Song Zhi and Xiu Niang walked in, and saw Bai Man'er inside, she had lost a lot of weight, her face was haggard, her eyes were red, and she was swollen from crying.

Lange! "As soon as she saw Song Zhi, Bai Man'er burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.

Song Zhi patted her on the back distressedly: "Man'er, be good, don't cry."

"Brother Lang is back, Brother Lang will help you, don't be afraid."

Xiu Niang also comforted softly: "Man'er don't cry, we are back, your mother will be fine, be good."

Bai Man'er buried herself in Song Zhi's arms and cried for a long time before she slowly regained her strength, raised her face with red eyes, but saw a few servant girls behind the two of them, and shrank into Song Zhi's arms in fear: "Brother Lang, who are they?"

Song Zhi glanced back, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, Man'er, they are not bad people, and they are here to help."

Bai Man'er nodded with half-belief, and led the two of them into the house.

Bai A'Zhu was lying on the bed.

I haven't seen her for more than half a year. This woman is so thin that she has no human appearance. Her hair is dry, her cheeks are sunken, and her complexion is dark. It seems that she is about to die.

When Song Zhi saw it, her nose hurt and she almost cried.Bai A'Zhu has always been close to him, treating him like a half son.

Xiu Niang was closer to her, she had already walked over quickly, and just about to hold Bai Azhu's hand, Bai Man'er stopped her: "Xiu Niang, don't! My mother is suffering from tuberculosis..."

Xiu Niang was taken aback, looked down at A'Zhu in disbelief, and called out, "A'Zhu!"

"Ah Zhu! Wake up... Xiuniang is here to see you, open your eyes!"

"Aunt Bai, Song Zhi has also come back to see you." Song Zhihong said with eyes rimmed.

While sobbing, Bai Man'er wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

Under the calls of several people, Bai Azhu finally responded, her eyes moved under her eyelids, she opened them, her cloudy pupils were a little dull, and after a while, she looked at the person beside the bed.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "Xiuniang, brother Lan... are you here?"

Xiu Niang couldn't stop nodding, she wanted to shake Bai A'Zhu's hand, but Bai A'Zhu flinched and avoided it.Xiu Niang was even more sad, choked up and said: "We are late."

Bai Azhu smiled slightly: "It's not too late."

She sighed faintly: "I'm going down to find my old man..."

"He left us, mother and daughter, and left early. In the past few years... I have been alone..."

"Ah Zhu!" Xiu Niang stopped her with tears in her eyes, "You can't say such depressing words!"

"Man'er is still so young, if you go, what will Man'er do in the future?"

Bai Man'er knelt beside her mother's hospital bed with a "plop", crying, "Mother, Man'er can't live without you!"

For a while, several people cried together.

But Song Zhi was calmer, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked Bai Man'er: "How long has Aunt Bai been suffering from tuberculosis, and how is the situation now?"

Bai Man'er cried and said: "Last year, my mother's health has been poor. She has consulted doctors many times, and the family's savings are almost used up. In the first month of this year, she fell ill again."

"I took what little savings I had to hire a doctor, but the doctor only took one look at it and said it was tuberculosis, so he refused to look any further and left in a hurry."

Bai Man'er said while crying, "I didn't even refund my money."

"I'm going to beg my uncle...uncle, uncle, but I don't care at all."

"Man'er has no choice but to ask Brother Lang."

Bai Man'er is a little girl, I'm afraid she has suffered a lot these days. Her uncle already harbors evil plans for their mother and daughter, so it's impossible to help her.

"Cough! Cough!..." At this moment, Bai A'Zhu suddenly coughed violently. Just as Bai Man'er was about to reach out to pat her on the back, Bai A'Zhu severely stopped her.

However, the next moment, a mouthful of dark red blood was coughed onto the mattress, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Bai Azhu's complexion seemed even uglier.

"Mother!" Bai Man'er cried.