Southerners

Chapter 102

Meng Huan was about to drive her away, and the maids knelt together, just about to cry, but before they begged, Meng Huan had already taken Song Zhi away.

"Miss!" The maid saw Hanzhu coming out of the room. She was the one who slapped Song Zhi just now. According to Meng Huan's intention, she would be kicked out early in the morning. She walked in front of Hanzhu, Pulling the corner of her skirt and crying, "Miss, please help me... I don't want to be kicked out, I don't want to be kicked out!"

Although it is not an honor to be a slave, she is also a hard-working person, and she has no better place to go now. If she is driven out, she may end up living on the streets.

Hanzhu looks beautiful and agile, wearing a honey-colored long jacket, her abdomen is high and protruding, she supports the scarlet beam with one hand, and her stomach with the other, looking at the direction in which Meng Huan left, with a strange look on her face calm.

"Miss, this maidservant is doing this for you, this maidservant is doing this for you, you can't leave me alone." Seeing that Hanzhu was indifferent, the big maidservant panicked, and kept begging while tugging at the corner of Hanzhu's skirt.

Only then did Hanzhu lower her eyes, glanced at her lightly, then leaned over slightly with difficulty, and pulled the big maid's hand from the corner of her skirt.

She held her hand and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I will intercede with the young master."

She has been in the Meng Mansion for so long, she endured the preparations for a long time, separated Meng Huan and Song Zhi, and finally got to where she is today. She knew that Song Zhi was in Meng Huan's heart, but the scholar didn't know how to cherish it, which made her easy.

"From now on, don't provoke that scholar again." Hanzhu said softly, "You can't afford to provoke him."

Meng Huan carried Song Zhi all the way back to his own room, closed the door, pressed Song Zhi against the door and kissed.

Song Zhi was kissed in a messy manner, and hooked Meng Huan's neck indiscriminately. When Meng Huan stopped, he found that his face was already covered with tears.

Meng Huan frowned and wiped the tears on his face: "I didn't bully you, why are you crying like this? You are not allowed to kiss?"

"...Or did they hurt you?" Meng Huan said while stroking Song Zhi's body inch by inch to see if there was any injury.

"No..." Song Zhi took his hand, held it in her palm, and then leaned into Meng Huan's arms.Song Zhi suddenly felt that she was wrong, and had been sneering at Meng Huan all along, and would come back to beg him whenever she needed it.

How did he manage to be so shameless to Meng Huan?

But relying on him to treat him well?

Song Zhi buried her face on Meng Huan's shoulder, clutching Meng Huan's lapel, and wanted to say something, but felt that she was trying to curry favor with Meng Huan, making him agree to her request, which seemed hypocritical and shameless.

"What's the matter?" Feeling the trembling of the person in his arms, Meng Huan stroked his hair, tidied up the messy hair at the sideburns, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? Are you still afraid?"

"I won't let them bully you again."

The shoulders were suddenly wet and hot, Meng Huan had no choice but to pinch Song Zhi's chin and make him look up: "Why are you crying again?"

Before Song Zhi could speak, Meng Huan said first: "If you want to curry favor with me, please ask me to help Bai Man'er, no."

Song Zhi's eyelashes trembled when she heard the words: "Master..."

Meng Huan frowned, exerted some strength with his fingers, looked at Song Zhi, and sneered: "Why, besides begging me to help you, there is nothing else to say?"

Song Zhi wanted to say I'm sorry, but saying I'm sorry was hypocritical and perfunctory.

Seeing his silence, Meng Huan was even more annoyed. He pressed Song Zhi against the door, touched his waistline with his hands, kneaded his buttocks, and gritted his teeth: "Why do you think I will agree? Huh?"

"Are you sure that I will soften my heart to you?"

Under Meng Huan's caressing, her body gradually heated up, but Song Zhi gritted her teeth, lowered her head, with a forbearing expression: "Master, Aunt Bai...she's dying soon."

"Can you save her life..."

"I……"

"You what?" Meng Huan pushed his legs away with his knees, and got stuck between Song Zhi's legs, "What chips do you have to trade with me?"

"You can beg me time and time again for others, begging for perfection to stay, but you never stay just for me."

"Song Zilan," Meng Huan tore off Song Zhi's belt, and without the shackles of the belt, the skirt of his clothes spread out, revealing a large piece of chest. Meng Huan lowered his head and kissed, "You keep saying that you don't love me, that you are just a male favorite... you Why are you begging me?"

"Male favorite..." Song Zhi placed her hand weakly on Meng Huan's shoulder, and her voice was intermittent, "You said it...not me."

"It's obviously you, tell your father... I'm just your male favorite."

Meng Huan paused and bit Song Zhi, who took a light breath.

Meng Huan whispered: "You really hold a grudge...Is it okay if I was wrong? I shouldn't have said that, I was just trying to perfuse my father..."

"Who would have thought that he would come here to make trouble."

"Speaking of which, it's still your fault." Meng Huan pulled Song Zhi's hands up and pressed them against the door, "If you didn't make up your own mind and make my father suspicious..."

"What?" Under Meng Huan's action, Song Zhi frowned impatiently, not understanding Meng Huan's last words, "What am I making my own decisions?"

Meng Huan held his lips firmly, panting and asked: "Don't you admit it, or have you forgotten?"

With her hands free on her sensitive skin, Song Zhi quickly forgot what she said just now, and was pressed against the door by Meng Huan in a daze, and did it once.

When everything was over, Meng Huan carried him to the bed, Song Zhi was a little tired, and the business that should be done came back to her mind.

"Master," Song Zhi put her arms around his neck, breathing on Meng Huan's neck, "Just this time, okay, I won't do it again in the future."

"Just this time... Please save Aunt Bai."

"She used to treat me well, but now something happened to her, I can't ignore it."

Meng Huan played with Song Zhi's hair for a while, but refused to let go, Song Zhi chased her anxiously, so he kissed Song Zhi: "That girl is interested in you, do you really not know or fake? "

"She was so obvious."

"Young master, what are you talking about?" Song Zhi said, "I watched Man'er grow up, just like my sister, don't think in a wrong way."

Meng Huan pinched Song Zhi's nose, he hadn't seen such a lively and intimate Song Zhi for a long time, even though he knew Song Zhi was trying to curry favor with him, Meng Huan couldn't help but soften his heart.

"I lost to you..."

"I'll send someone there early in the morning, okay?"

Song Zhi's eyes lit up, she hugged Meng Huan's neck and kissed him, and finally whispered: "Master, thank you."

Meng Huan stroked his back: "What do you call me?"

Song Zhi paused for a moment before saying, "Zhengnan, thank you."

Meng Huan wrapped him in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you earlier, between you and me, don't you need to say thank you?"

"Zi Lan, it doesn't matter whether you are sincere at this moment or you are just begging me."

"...I only hope that you will stay willingly, don't go."

Meng Huan gently kissed his forehead: "Don't always think about leaving, and don't be angry with me anymore, my father has been gone for so long..."

"I'm practicing martial arts hard now, and I won't be afraid of him when he comes again in the future. If I beat him, he won't hurt you and Xiuniang again, okay?"

Song Zhi closed her eyes, the night was peaceful and beautiful, Meng Huan heard Song Zhi's breathing, only felt that this person seemed to say "um", but also seemed not.

plausible.

Meng Huan was annoyed, and tightened his arms: "Even if you want to leave, I won't let you go!"

"Even if you hate me, I will keep you."

Song Zhi rubbed Meng Huan's chin with the top of her hair, she didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but it really dissipated the gloom that suddenly rose in Meng Huan's heart.

The person in his arms curled up like a cat, puzzled, helpless and at a loss for the world.

He is gentle and unfeeling.

Seemingly fragile but stubborn.

Early the next morning, Meng Huan learned about Bai Azhu's situation from Song Zhi, and sent someone to invite Dr. Hu, who had studied tuberculosis, and they drove to Xingshun Hutong in a carriage.And Meng Huan went to court before dawn.

When Song Zhi rushed to Xingshun Hutong, he saw a few tall Mongolians surrounded by Bai Man'er's house, and he rushed down from the carriage in a panic.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Song Zhi squeezed into the crowd and went to the door, shouting.

"Get out of the way!"

The Mongolians saw Song Zhi coming in a tall carriage, either rich or noble, but she was a Han Chinese, and scoffed, "You scholar, what are you doing here?"

"Does it have something to do with the girl in this room?"

Seeing that the big man was about to make a move, the servants immediately came to protect him.

"Which family's slave is this, dare to touch our young master's people?"

"Your young master?" a Mongolian leader asked, "Who is your young master?"

"I'm going to trouble you here!" Song Zhi said to the servants, while leading Dr. Hu into the house.

Song Zhi knocked on the door: "Xiuniang! Man'er! I'm back!"

Before Song Zhi could shout a second time, the door opened from the inside.

"Brother Lang!" Bai Man'er called out, but his expression didn't look right, he was a little dull.

When the Mongolians at the door saw it, they rushed over immediately, but were stopped by the servants of the Meng Mansion.Bai Man'er gave them a blank look, not afraid, but resentful.

"Man'er, what's wrong with you?" Song Zhi suddenly had a bad feeling, "Is it... something happened to Aunt Bai?"

Bai Man'er's face was full of tears, but there were no more tears in her eyes. She raised her head and looked at Song Zhi. Before she could speak, Doctor Hu had already sensed something was wrong, and hurried in.

"Man'er!" Song Zhi grabbed Bai Man'er's shoulder, "What happened?"

Bai Man'er was numb and didn't answer, but suddenly started crying.

Song Zhi was so anxious that she rushed into the inner room with big strides.

Inside, Doctor Hu just raised his head and looked at Song Zhi with a sad face.

Xiu Niang sat kneeling aside, looking at Bai A'Zhu's ashen cheeks with a dazed expression.

Song Zhi's heart almost stopped beating.

Bai Azhu... gone?

The gloomy weather from last night to now seems to indicate something.

Song Zhi's voice was almost speechless for a moment, and after a while, he opened his mouth:

"Xiu Niang..." The voice came out of her throat, hoarse and unpleasant, "Aunt Bai..."

"Mr. Song," Xiu Niang didn't speak, but Doctor Hu spoke up, "Please forgive me."

Song Zhi's head went "Boom!", and he staggered, and Doctor Hu hurried up to support him.

"Sir, be careful." Doctor Hu said.

At this time, Bai Man'er also walked in, her eyes still numb.

"Man'er, tell me..." Song Zhi asked her, "Aunt Bai also..."

I can still talk, I can still be angry, why is it... gone today?

"It's all because of them!" Bai Man'er suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the door, "It's all because of them!... Make my mother mad!"

"Those Mongolians think they are noble, so they don't pay attention to us Han people, swearing and abusing us wantonly!"

Bai Man'er was trembling with anger, staring in the direction outside the door, those originally innocent eyes were full of hatred.

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