Southerners

Chapter 107

"Born! Born!"

For a while, everyone from inside the delivery room to outside the delivery room was saying this sentence.

Meng Huan rarely showed some joy on his face, and strode into the delivery room, but Song Zhi didn't want to go, so seeing Meng Huan went in, she went back to the room alone.

However, shortly after Song Zhi left, another bad news came out of the delivery room.

"It's not good, Miss is bleeding heavily!"

"Quick, quick! Doctor! Doctor!"

The newborn was held in the arms of Mrs. Wen. He was a white and tender big fat boy with a wrinkled face and looked very ugly, but when Meng Huan held him, he could feel the feeling of being connected by blood.

This is his son.

The doctor has already rushed in in a panic.

Hanzhu was pregnant in October, and she finally gave birth to the child, but she passed out before seeing her child.

"Be sure to wake her up!" Meng Huan ordered in a deep voice.

Although he didn't have much affection for this woman, after all he worked hard to give birth to his eldest son, Meng Huan would not treat her badly.

"Yes!" The doctor replied with sweat dripping down his face.

Blood, as if worthless, flowed out from Hanzhu's emaciated body.

After the child was born, Hanzhu's belly was no longer raised.She was lying on her back on the bed with her head tilted slightly, her lips were pale, and her temples were wet with sweat, sticking strands to the side of her face and forehead.

Even in a faint, Hanzhu frowned, obviously in great pain.

Hanzhu is really a beauty, even though she is in such a mess, she still looks pitifully beautiful.

"Master, there is bad luck in this room, you go out and wait." A maid came up and said.

Holding the child in his arms, Meng Huan glanced at Hanzhu and handed the child to Granny Wen.

"I'll leave it to you here." Meng Huan said.

After saying that, he went out.

After Meng Huan went out, he didn't see Song Zhi. After asking the servants, he found out that Song Zhi had gone back to his room.

Nowadays, Song Zhi actually lives in Meng Huan's room most of the time, and rarely goes back to her own room.

When Meng Huan looked over, Song Zhi moved a chair and sat at the door, doing nothing but looking up at the sky.

The sky had already darkened, and the night was not hot in the scorching heat, and the cool evening wind was blowing from all directions. Song Zhi half leaned on the chair, with her head slightly tilted, her black hair hanging down her shoulders, shaking gently in the breeze.

He looked at the sky intently, the dark blue night enveloped the world, the sky was full of stars, the moonlight was alluring, the Milky Way lay across the sky, separating Altair and Vega on both banks, looking at each other, but they couldn't see each other.

The moonlight fell, and the clear light fell on Song Zhi's slender body. He had a relaxed posture and no expression.

However, the whole person was inexplicably lonely.

Looking at it from a distance, Meng Huan felt that Song Zhi seemed to be riding the wind and leaving.

It seemed that Song Zhi's soul was floating, about to float above the stars.

Meng Huan was inexplicably flustered, he always felt that Song Zhi was a little different from before.

Meng Huan walked over in the dark and stopped beside Song Zhi, who didn't even look at him.

Meng Huan bent down, hugged him in his arms, and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Only then did Song Zhi look up at him, he smiled and said, "I should be the one to ask, why is the young master here?"

"Are Miss Hanzhu and the child all right?"

"She just gave birth, you should spend more time with her."

Meng Huan listened and looked at Song Zhi's expression, as if he wanted to find a flaw in his perfect disguise, but he couldn't find it.

"Why are you called Young Master again?" Meng Huan asked suddenly.

Song Zhi's lips moved, she lowered her eyes, and smiled, "Zhengnan."

In the end is not happy.

No matter how well the expression is disguised, the address is wrong.

No matter how generous a person is, how can he share his lover with others?

Meng Huan pulled him into his arms and said in a low voice, "Zi Lan, as I said, I only want you."

Song Zhi smiled indifferently, but agreed in her mouth: "Yes, I know."

"But Miss Hanzhu may need you very much now."

"Hanzhu's blood collapsed, and I don't know what happened now." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi was taken aback, and sat up straight suddenly.

Women's childbirth has always been a narrow escape.

Hanzhu's body and bones have always been bad, and she fell ill in the past two months, so problems are expected.

"Then why don't you look at it? If, if..."

If Hanzhu just disappeared, wouldn't it mean that he would not even be able to see Meng Huan for the last time?

Meng Huan frowned: "No, I ordered to rescue her."

Song Zhi was speechless.

"...how is the child?" After a long while, he asked.

Mentioning the child, Meng Huan's face became a little more happy, and he said, "The child is fine."

"I even hugged her. She weighs seven or eight catties, and she's fat for nothing."

Seeing him happy, Song Zhi also laughed and asked, "Boy or girl?"

"Boy," Meng Huan said.

"Have you chosen a name?" Song Zhi asked.

Meng Huan glanced at Song Zhi and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"Why don't you give it to him? You have read a lot of poetry and books, so you can definitely come up with a good name."

The corners of Song Zhi's mouth curled up, a little bit bitter and helpless, but only for a moment, she disappeared in the evening wind, without Meng Huan seeing it.

"Then let me think about it." Song Zhi said.

The situation of Hanzhu was very dangerous, and several doctors rescued her for several hours, and it was only in the early hours of the morning that they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But she wasn't completely out of danger either.

Meng Huan went to see her with the child in his arms, and Hanzhu only woke up once in the evening, she was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

Meng Huan put the child in her arms and said softly, "You will recover soon, and you can hold him."

Hanzhu smiled slightly, and asked, "Did the young master give him a name?"

Meng Huan said: "Not yet. This is my eldest son. I want to give him a very good name."

"You have worked so hard to give birth to him. You are meritorious. When you recover, I will take you as a concubine, okay?"

Meng Huan's back house has been empty for a long time.There are only some concubines and beauties in the mansion, not to mention regular wives, not even a concubine.

Hanzhu raised her hand vigorously, touching her son's wrinkled face. She was only seventeen or eighteen years old, just like a flower.What she did before was all for pampering, for glory and wealth, but now, after having a son, she has something else in her heart, and she wants to fight hard for this son.

So Hanzhu nodded, and said softly: "Thank you, young master, Hanzhu will get better as soon as possible."

However, the sky failed, and that night, Hanzhu began to bleed again.

The doctor stayed up all night and stayed in her room, stopping her bleeding all the time.

Then the coagulation function of the beads is really bad, and the blood can't be stopped no matter what.

After several days of tossing and going up and down in Meng's house, Hanzhu passed away on the fourth day.

Couldn't make it through.

Before Hanzhu died, she was so weak that she could not speak, she could only look at Meng Huan with those bright eyes, pleading in her eyes.

Meng Huan knew that what she meant was that he wanted him to take good care of the child, so he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will never treat my son badly."

There was a bleak and gentle smile on Hanzhu's lips, but unfortunately, she calculated and calculated, but in the end she didn't get anything.

But at least her son is guaranteed.

Hanzhu died.

Her big servant girl stood by, crying out of breath, but she was truly loyal to her master.

The new mistress of the Meng Mansion is gone.

The maids and servants up and down felt sorry for the birth of the young master at the same time.

Meng Huan also set up several tables for this purpose to entertain the guests.

Hanzhu was also buried richly according to the regulations of concubines.

Because the child was born without a mother, Meng Huan invited a nanny to stay in the mansion, and also ordered a few experienced maids to take care of the young master personally. They were guarded twelve hours a day, so as not to make any mistakes.

As for the child's name, Meng Huan discussed with Song Zhi several times, and Song Zhi chose a few names, such as Meng Tao, Shuqing, Dongrong, etc., which were all rejected by Meng Huan, and then Meng Huan chose Pingjiang. .

The intention is for Pingjiang to grow up and become a warrior who can fight on the battlefield and calm the world for Dayuan.

Not long after Hanzhu left, Meng Huan forgot about her and only cared about coaxing Pingjiang.

Meng Huan would occasionally bring Pingjiang to play with Song Zhi, but perhaps he was afraid that Song Zhi would be unhappy, so he did not bring it frequently.

During the full moon in Pingjiang, Meng Huan still prepared a banquet and invited many colleagues and friends to come.

Both Lian Shen and Chuo Man came.

But Lian Shen didn't bring Liu Yanhan with him.

In late July, King Tuohuan of Zhennan conquered the city with troops, and pretended to go to Annan.

Meng Huan has been idle in the mansion since he set off in the spring of last year until now.

Now the baby is born, and the full moon wine is also served.

Meng Huan asked for orders to go to Champa with King Zhennan.

Tuo Huan is the ninth son of the ancestors. In June this year, he was granted the title of Zhennan King and given the golden seal of Chi Niu. In July, he was ordered to go to Champa.

But it is said that it is to occupy the city and pretend to go to Annan, but it is actually Annan's idea.

In December, the army arrived at the border of Annan. The king of Annan, Chen Rixuan, sent his elder brother and King Xingdao to block the border with soldiers, preventing the Yuan army from passing.

Tuo Huan ordered him to retreat, but Chen Rixuan refused, so Tuo Huan divided his troops into six groups and fought.

This battle lasted until the second year. At first, the Mongolian army pressed on every step, and Annan retreated steadily.

Uncle Meng Huan instigated General Du to join the army of Zhengyue and Tuohuan.

But the uncle and nephew didn't have much time to talk about the past.

Because Annan quickly recovered and began to counterattack.

At this moment, Meng Huan didn't know that the situation in Dadu had already changed.

In September of the 21st year of Zhiyuan, that is, two months after Meng Huan left Beijing, an earthquake occurred in the capital.

A moderate earthquake is enough to kill some fragile lives in this earthquake.

In the face of natural disasters, manpower is always small.

Although Meng Huan kept saying that he would not allow Bai Man'er to stay in the Meng Mansion, Song Zhi's behavior was too obedient. Meng Huan didn't want to make him sad, so he reluctantly kept Bai Man'er in the mansion as an idler.

There is no shortage of this kind of food in his Meng residence.

After Meng Huan left, the eldest in the mansion was the young master, but the young master could not walk or speak, and the oldest one became Song Zhi.

Of course Song Zhi would not treat the child harshly, on the contrary, he did his best to Ping Jiang as he did to his own child.

On the day when the earthquake happened, Song Zhi was coaxing Pingjiang to sleep, but just as he was coaxing him to sleep, the ground suddenly shook.

Song Zhi hadn't encountered any earthquakes in the capital for several years, so she didn't react for a while.

But soon, a sensible person cried and shouted: "There's an earthquake!"

"earthquake!"

"Run away!!!"

Song Zhi was shocked, she quickly picked up Ping Jiang, and rushed out of the house, but at this moment, the ground shook more and more violently.

With a child in her arms, Song Zhi stumbled as she ran, only feeling that the distance from the inside to the outside of the house seemed short, but was long when walking.

Ping Jiang, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up from his sleep and let out an earth-shattering cry.

Song Zhi had no choice but to coax him, and just ran out, but because of this distraction, a piece of wood fell from nowhere and hit Song Zhi on the back.

Song Zhi let out a muffled snort, and fell to the ground, but propped up a space with her arms, not daring to press down on the child.

Ping Jiang cried even harder.

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Make trouble, make trouble, this is today, the second update of 10.1