Southerners

Chapter 106

This is completely different from his style of adhering to his duty as a "male favorite" a while ago.

Meng Huan was a little curious, but his anger was still there, and he turned cold: "I'm going back to my own room, is there a problem?"

Song Zhi was not annoyed, and pointed to the chair next to her: "Sit, young master?"

The attitude is natural and intimate.

Meng Huan didn't know where he was playing, and said sarcastically: "Aren't you very polite before? Why are you so rude today?"

Song Zhi put down the chopsticks, and the jade chopsticks made a crisp sound on the white porcelain plate.

Meng Huan thought that Song Zhi could not help but lose his temper, but he just put his hand on his knee and rubbed it, saying: "My knee hurts, I don't want to salute."

He added: "If you want me to salute, that's fine too."

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she supported the table and stood up, bent down, and bowed to Meng Huan: "Young master salutes."

After kneeling for a long time that day, and then being tossed by Meng Huan for a long time, her legs knocked on the desk, Song Zhi's knees have been aching for the past few days.

Meng Huan looked at him coldly, but Song Zhi's expression was calm, and there was even a little smile in his eyes, which made Meng Huan unable to see what he was thinking.

He didn't get up either.

After a long time, Song Zhi couldn't bear it any longer, her brows were slightly frowned, it was obvious that her knees were in severe pain.

But Meng Huan didn't speak, and Song Zhi didn't speak either.

This stubbornness is exactly the same as before.

"Forget it, sit down." After a while, Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi smiled: "Master Xie."

Meng Huan frowned, why are you so polite again?

He didn't say it, but Song Zhi obviously knew what he was thinking: "You were the one who said I was not polite."

Meng Huan: "..."

You really got him right.

The corner of Meng Huan's mouth twitched, and Song Zhi lost her temper when she wanted to lose her temper: "It's fine, don't use those empty etiquette."

Song Zhi just laughed, sat down again, and continued to eat slowly.

Meng Huan sat aside and watched him eat.

Song Zhi also ate more elegantly than others, so it was pleasing to the eye.

When she finally finished eating, Song Zhi put down her chopsticks and asked Jin Ming to remove the food.

He ate more than usual and seemed to have a good appetite. Looking at Song Zhi's face that seemed a little rounder than before, Meng Huan couldn't laugh or cry.

Why didn't he have the slightest sense of being angry?

I can't eat well or sleep well.

I have to go to court every day.

Song Zhi looked up at Meng Huan, and suddenly called Jin Ming in again: "Go to the kitchen and get some hard-boiled eggs."

Jin Ming didn't know why, and neither did Meng Huan.

"Yes." Jin Ming went.

Meng Huan looked at Song Zhi suspiciously.

Song Zhi suddenly stood up, walked in front of Meng Huan, and then leaned over——

Sitting on Meng Huan's lap.

Meng Huan: "What are you doing?"

It looks like a beauty trick, and it's a clumsy one.

He doesn't like that.

Song Zhi smiled, hooked Meng Huan's neck, her pink and moist lips opened and closed, and the words she spit out made Meng Huan's heart tremble:

"I'm yours, no one else."

"There will be no one else in this life."

This is to explain the matter with Bai Man'er.

Meng Huan frowned: "Do you think I will believe you if you say that?"

Song Zhi frowned slightly, seemed a little embarrassed, and asked in a low voice: "Then what do you want me to do?"

"Let's say it first, Man'er can't go back to Bai's house."

Meng Huan laughed angrily at him: "Why do you negotiate terms with me?"

At this time, Jin Ming came suddenly.

When she glanced around, she saw that the two were in an ambiguous posture, and she was about to leave when Song Zhi stopped her: "It's okay, come in."

Jin Ming lowered his eyes, not daring to take a single glance away, put down the egg, blessed his body, and fled out.

The freshly boiled egg was boiling hot. Song Zhi touched it and his hands were burned. He put his fingers in his mouth to slow down, and then blew air on the egg. After the egg was slightly cooler, he carefully peeled off the shell.

Wrapped the peeled egg in gauze and said to Meng Huan, "Close your eyes."

Meng Huan: "What are you doing?"

Song Zhi directly reached out and pulled his eyelids off: "Let you close your eyes."

Meng Huan: "..."

Immediately afterwards, the hot, somewhat hot eggs were applied to his eyes through the gauze.

Song Zhi's voice was very close, and her breath hit his face: "Using eggs to apply it can remove dark circles."

"Are you tired recently? It's all dark now."

"Is it because of business, or because of me?"

Meng Huan said something wrong: "I'm busy with business."

While covering Meng Huan's eyes, Song Zhi lowered her head and kissed Meng Huan's slightly stubbled chin.

"You have to pay attention to rest even if you are busy with work, you are not an iron man..."

Song Zhixu was chattering.

"You're not the only one in court, why should you work so hard?"

Song Zhi never told him about this, and after Song Zhi finished applying, Meng Huan pushed his hand away: "What are you planning?"

"It's impossible for Bai Man'er to stay in the Meng Mansion. Could it be that you really want to fulfill that shitty marriage contract?"

Song Zhi flipped her wrist and broke away from Meng Huan's loosely gripped hand. She put the egg on the table, and her slender fingers moved up from Meng Huan's wrist and touched Meng Huan's palm. Interlocking fingers.

What a goblin.Meng Huan thought, such a simple movement could make him careless.

Song Zhi bent her lips and pressed it to Meng Huan's ear, her voice was like jade, and she never mentioned anything about Bai Man'er.

"I'm flattering you, Zhengnan, don't you like me like this?"

Meng Huan was slightly suffocated for breathing.

Song Zhi suddenly walked out of Meng Huan's arms with a smile.

Song Zhi smiled narrowly: "It's broad daylight, can you be more serious?"

Meng Huan: "..."

Who provoked it?

Song Zhi started to rush people away: "Since you are busy with official duties, let's do it quickly!"

Turn around and don't recognize people.

Meng Huan held Song Zhi's hand, thinking that he could still be molested?Rubbing Song Zhi's palm with her thumb, she said, "No matter how busy the business is, it's not as important as you."

This is purely a joke.

Although it is true.

Song Zhi smiled, didn't take it seriously, and persistently drove Meng Huan out.

After driving Meng Huan out, Song Zhi was the only one left in the room.

Jin Ming walked in inexplicably, and asked Song Zhi in a low voice, "Why did the young master leave?"

Aren't the two of you doing well just now?

Song Zhi said, "I chased him away."

Jin Ming: "Why?"

Song Zhi looked at Jinming, and then looked out of the window. There was a yellow warbler alighting on a peach tree, calling for its friends. The peach tree was blooming with layers of peach blossoms, looking from a distance, it looked like a patch of pink. The clouds are like the peach blossoms on Mount Lushi that year.

"No reason." Song Zhi said.

It's just that people can't always be hard-hearted.

He can't love Meng Huan.Song Zhi thought.

It's just to repay Meng Huan's kindness to him.

That night, for the first time ever, Meng Huan went back to the house to sleep, he wrapped Song Zhi in his arms, wrapping around Song Zhi's slender waist.

In my heart, I was both happy and uneasy about Song Zhi's change today.

Feeling the churning hands on her waist, Song Zhi struggled slightly, and whispered: "Don't, I'm still in pain..."

Meng Huan's actions that day were too harsh, and Song Zhi is still hurt.

Meng Huan pressed Song Zhi's hands and feet, bowed his head and kissed his lips, the kiss was domineering and lingering, and when he let go, Song Zhi couldn't help panting, but she stuck to Meng Huan's arms meekly, without any intention of dodging.

This kind of Song Zhi is too rare, so rare that Meng Huan met him suddenly, and his first reaction was uneasiness, suspicion, and jealousy.He bit Song Zhi's ear, turning his uneasiness into a severe threat: "I don't care what you think, Song Zilan."

"It's easy to talk about other things, as long as you don't touch my bottom line, I'm fine with you."

"But if you touch my bottom line again, I will definitely teach you to regret it."

As for what the bottom line is, it is already very clear.

i.e. he cannot leave him.

Song Zhi knew that Meng Huan wouldn't believe her if she said she couldn't leave now, so he shrank into Meng Huan's arms without saying anything, "Go to sleep, Zheng Nan."

Levy south.

That's what he calls him.

Perhaps it was for some other purpose, but Meng Huan couldn't help but soften his heart.

A scorching kiss fell between Song Zhi's eyebrows.

Meng Huan's embrace was warm and familiar.

Night, silent and peaceful.

It is gentle and peaceful.

In the middle of March, Shizu took his concubine, prince and accompanying ministers to Shangdu.

Originally, Meng Huan should also go to Shangdu with him.

But Meng Huan reported Hanzhu's situation to the emperor, saying that his eldest son was about to be born. In the past, the Mongols were on the grasslands, and their medical skills were backward, and the survival rate of newborns was extremely low. The survival rate of newborns has increased, and the emphasis on offspring has not decreased but increased.

Immediately approved, let Meng Huan stay in Dadu.

Hanzhu's body became heavier day by day.

When the seasons changed from March to April, the weather was erratic, and Hanzhu was weak and fell ill, which scared Meng Huan to a great extent.Since then, there have been a few more people in the mansion, guarding Hanzhu day and night.

May is a leap month, so the birth date is in June.

In May, Meng Huan spent more and more time with Hanzhu.

Song Zhi didn't talk too much, even if Meng Huan didn't go, Song Zhi would urge him to visit occasionally.

During pregnancy, a woman should always take more care, otherwise it will be bad for the child.

Sometimes Meng Huan would get annoyed if he urged a few more words, so Song Zhi stopped urging and let him go.

As a result, in late May, Hanzhu was walking around the mansion, accidentally fell and broke the amniotic fluid.

The child was born prematurely.

When Meng Huan just came back from the Privy Council, he heard about the incident and rushed to Hanzhu's place in a hurry. Only then did he realize that Song Zhi had already ordered people to make all the preparations, and Mrs. Wen had already gone in.

I heard from the girl in the delivery room that the current situation is fine and the baby should be fine.

Only then did Meng Huan heave a sigh of relief.

"How about Miss Hanzhu?" Song Zhi asked.

The girl paused, and replied: "Miss Hanzhu is weak, I'm afraid she will suffer a lot."

Song Zhi frowned.

The delivery room was bloody, so Meng Huan was not allowed to enter, so Song Zhi waited outside with him.

The maids came in and out, bringing out basins of bloody water. The bloody scene was comparable to the day Xiuniang was stabbed.

Accompanied by Hanzhu's cry of pain in the delivery room and Mrs. Wen's voice of "strength", everyone inside and outside the room looked dignified.

Although Meng Huan didn't say anything, and his expression didn't seem to change much, Song Zhineng felt that he was also nervous.

Song Zhi held his sweaty palm, didn't speak, but comforted him silently.

Meng Huan held his hand back.

"It's okay." I don't know who I am comforting.

It was morning when I entered the delivery room, and now the sun had already set in the west, and Hanzhu's voice was gradually hoarse, not as energetic as before.

Her voice gradually lowered, full of exhaustion and pain.

What did every woman rely on to resist such great pain when giving birth?

Either love for a husband or love for a child.

There is no doubt that there is no love for Meng Huan to hold the pearl, and perhaps only the love for the child itself remains.

It's getting dark.

The time was stretched out by the voices of Wen Po, the maids, and Han Zhu one after another, and Meng Huan was a little restless.

After an unknown amount of time, along with the loud cry of the newborn, the pleasantly surprised voice of Mrs. Wen sounded in the room:

"gave birth!"

Two words, like the sound of nature, everyone's hearts finally settled down.

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This is today's update, the first one.

My grandson is finally born, and everyone pats on the back.