Southerners

Chapter 113 Preparing 1

Song Zhi's drooping eyebrows, straight nose bridge, jet-black hair, and slender body, Meng Huan looked at her inch by inch with his eyes.

The longing is like the essence, but at this moment, it all turns into distress, and the little anger that existed earlier has disappeared without a trace.

How did he lose so much weight?

Meng Huan thought.

Song Zhi was also thinking about this question.

Annan's climate seemed to be very bad. Meng Huan was dark and thin, and his sharp-edged face was pale. I don't know where the injury was. It made a strong man like him weak like this.

Before Meng Huan could speak, Heli Huo Sun had already nodded at Song Zhi and said, "Zi Lan, come here."

Song Zhi didn't look at Meng Huan, she walked up to Heli Huo Sun with downcast eyes, and said, "What orders does your lord have?"

Heli Huo Sun raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Huan. From Meng Huan's eyes, he could see that Meng Huan's affection for Song Zhi was absolutely true, and he couldn't help but sigh a little. He cherished these two children very much. Yes, but...

If it is a friendship between gentlemen, no matter what, this relationship is destined to not end well.

"Since Hazier is here, you should go back with him." Heli Huosun said, "For the past half a year, I see that you have always been unhappy, and Meng Mansion is more suitable for you."

Song Zhi raised her head in surprise, looked at Heli Huo Sun: "My lord..."

Meng Huan was also very surprised, but then he realized that Heli Huosun must have found out that he could allow Song Zhi to come to the mansion.He had nothing to twitch, stood up with his hands on the chair, and saluted Heli Huo Sun: "Thank you, my lord."

Song Zhi pursed her lips, but still did not look at Meng Huan.

After saying that, Heli Huo Sun seemed tired, closed his eyes, and said, "Send them away."

The steward bowed his head and said softly, "Master Hazier, Mr. Song, please."

Meng Huan knew that Heli Huo Sun's health was not good, so he didn't say much, he just said: "Hazir has always remembered the kindness of your lord, and he will definitely repay it in the future."

Heli Huo Sun nodded slightly, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Going out from Heli Huosun's study, Song Zhi went back to the room and called Man'er, and they left together.

When Meng Huan saw Bai Man'er with Song Zhi, his eyes immediately turned to Song Zhi.He hadn't forgotten that Song Zhi had been to the Bai family as Bai Man'er's husband before, and now the two of them are so close...

Meng Huan was very jealous, even a little flustered.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly held his hand, her palm was slightly cold, and said in a low voice: "I'll explain to you when I go back, don't think about it."

With just this sentence, Meng Huan's heart suddenly settled down. He held Song Zhi's hand back and nodded: "Well, let's go home."

Come back home.

Those two words made Song Zhi feel hot in her heart.

Home?Does he still have a home?

When Xiuniang was there, Xingshun Hutong was barely his home, but now he still lives in Xingshun Hutong with Bai Man'er, but he doesn't feel like home.

It was just a place for two lonely and helpless people to live together, a shelter from the wind and rain.He has no home.

When Meng Huan came, he was in a carriage. Now that he was seriously injured, he couldn't ride a horse, so he dragged Song Zhi into the carriage.

As Song Zhi's maid, Bai Man'er naturally followed the carriage with the other maids.

After arriving in the carriage, Meng Huan gently held Song Zhi in his arms, resting his chin on Song Zhi's shoulder. His strength was not strong, as if he was injured too badly and had no strength, and seemed to be afraid of being strangled in his arms. people.

The soft and warm embrace made Song Zhi's heart that had been floating in the air for a year suddenly come to rest, she raised her arms to hug Meng Huan's waist, and kissed Meng Huan's neck affectionately.

No one speaks.

A hug is the best comfort to a lonely heart.

The atmosphere in the carriage was quiet and serene.

They all lost their loved ones, and their hearts were separated by many obstacles, but somehow they can understand each other's feelings.

After a long time, Meng Huan felt some wetness and heat on his shoulders, which were Song Zhi's tears.

Meng Huan had just returned to Beijing, and only had a rough idea of ​​what was going on in Beijing. He felt Song Zhi crying, but he didn't say anything, he just tightened his arms tightly, and their chests were pressed against each other.

"Zi Lan, I will be your relative from now on."

A long time ago, Meng Huan once said such words to Song Zhi, when Xiuniang was still alive, Song Zhi said that she had only Xiuniang as a relative, Meng Huan hugged him and said that he was also his relative.

"Meng Mansion is your home."

Meng Huan's slightly hoarse low voice rang in Song Zhi's ears.

The voice seemed a little weak.

"You..." Song Zhi said, "Are you injured? Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

"I'm fine," Meng Huan stroked Song Zhi's back. It had nothing to do with any desire, but a simple caress. The bony spine under his hands made Meng Huan feel sorry for him. "A little injury, it will heal after a while, you Don't worry."

"It's you, did you get hurt anywhere?" Meng Huan asked, of course, that it was in the earthquake last year.

"I'm fine," Song Zhi said softly, "I was injured a little at the time, but I'll recover soon."

Meng Huan didn't believe it, so he insisted on checking it.

Song Zhi was a little embarrassed, stopped his hand, and said, "We...we'll talk about it when we go back."

Knowing that he was shy, Meng Huan tilted his head and kissed the corner of Song Zhi's lips, and said, "It's up to you."

It is said that a small farewell is better than a newlywed, but a year is already considered a long-distance reunion.

The two returned to the room, Meng Huan was in a hurry to go out, breakfast was useless, and he lost a lot of blood, he was a little dizzy.

At this time, Song Zhi didn't care about any tenderness anymore, and quickly pushed him to the bed forcibly, letting Meng Huan rest.

Pei Ya had already arrived at the residence, so Song Zhi invited him to treat Meng Huan.Lying on the hospital bed, Meng Huan was still restless and insisted on driving Song Zhi away, but Song Zhi refused and wanted to stay.

However, when Pei Ya unbuttoned Meng Huan's clothes and removed the bandage, Song Zhi's eyes turned red.

There were at least three large wounds on Meng Huan's body, and countless small wounds.

Meng Huan lay there on his back, the skin on his body was a little fairer than his face because he hadn't been exposed to the sun, but it was still a healthy wheat color, and his muscles were strong.

There is an arrow wound on the left chest, the wound is black, it looks like it has been poisoned.There was a knife wound on the waist, the incision was hideous, the flesh was turned out, and there was a bloody hole on the thigh, which seemed to be stabbed by a spear.

Every injury could be fatal, but Meng Huan still managed to escape from Annan.

Meng Huan felt a little helpless when he saw Song Zhi's expression.

"I tell you not to watch it, but you want to watch it."

Song Zhi glared at him: "Don't let me watch, so don't get hurt."

"Who told you to always go out to fight and kill, what happened someday..."

"No." Meng Huan slowed down his tone and comforted him softly, "It's for you, no matter what, I will come back alive."

Meng Huan is used to being skinny and shameless, he doesn't care if Pei Ya is around, but Song Zhi is not used to being so intimate in front of others.

"Come here." Meng Huan bent his lips, and stretched out his hand to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi looked at Pei Ya and hesitated, but she couldn't refuse Meng Huan and walked over.

Meng Huan held his hand and said with a smile, "I've caught you. No matter what happens in the future, you can't leave again."

"This time with Chuoman, I will go to her and make it clear to her, so that she won't come to trouble you again."

Song Zhixin said, that's Chuoman, it's not so easy to handle.

But Meng Huan seemed to know what he was thinking, pulled his hand to his lips and kissed it.

"do not trust me?"

Pei Ya didn't even move her eyelids, he was already immune to the matter between these two people.

Song Zhi's face was a little hot, and she wanted to break away, but Meng Huan held his hand even harder, so Song Zhi had to give up.

"Trust you, trust you."

Meng Huan laughed lowly, but the next moment, he frowned in pain.

"I cut off the carrion from the general's wound. It hurts a little. Please bear with me, general." Pei Ya's voice sounded at the right time.

"Well," Meng Huan nodded, "You can do it."

Turning around, she asked Song Zhi again: "Are you afraid? Otherwise, go out and wait for a while, and it will be over soon."

"No," Song Zhi said stubbornly, "I'll just stay here and watch."

Meng Huan laughed: "Wait a while, I want to laugh at you."

Song Zhi glared at him: "Do you still have the energy to laugh?"

Cutting off the carrion sounds like it hurts, Song Zhi doesn't know how this man is enduring the severe pain, and still talking and laughing with him.

Pei Ya was used to doing this, her knife was steady with a steady hand, and her expression was focused and serious, but Song Zhi really didn't dare to look at it.

That knife after knife seemed to be cut on his body, and the pain pierced his heart.

Song Zhi squeezed Meng Huan's hand and said, "It's okay, I'll be with you."

After all, he is not the boy he was before, and he also knows how to emit his own light and heat to warm others.

Song Zhi knelt down and held Meng Huan's hand in the palm of her hand. Seeing that he was in severe pain, she clenched it tightly, as if she wanted to give comfort and courage to the injured.

It was the first time for Meng Huan to suffer such a serious injury in the eight years since he went to the battlefield. The scene of that day on the Xijie battlefield is vivid in his memory. Uncle Biao was beheaded by the enemy's horse, and his body was splashed with bright red blood. The blood was hot, hot to the point of scalding, but he seemed to be in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the blood all over his body was congealed.

When the second knife fell, he could have dodged it, but because of this daze, he couldn't dodge completely, and the blade slashed at his waist.

At that moment, Meng Huan almost thought that he was going to die, that he would be cut in half by that man.

But he didn't.

When the pain was overwhelming, Meng Huan didn't think of anything, only four words in his mind, he couldn't die.

The instinct of survival allows him to swing his knife and slash at the enemy's neck.

It was even more dangerous to retreat afterwards, and the arrow wound on the left chest was left at that time.

Meng Huan's lips were bloodless, his handsome and sharp brows were frowned from the pain, and he clenched Song Zhi's hand tightly.

"Well," Meng Huan didn't have the strength to laugh, so he just replied vaguely, "Okay."

No matter how strong people are, they will fall, after all, people are not gods.

After Pei Ya finished treating Meng Huan's wound, Meng Huan was so painful that he almost fainted. Pei Ya applied medicine to him, wrote the house, and ordered his servants to boil the medicine, and then retired: "The general has already passed the last day." In times of danger, as long as you take good care of yourself and your injuries don’t get worse, you won’t be in danger of your life.”

"Caomin retire."

Finally, I don't have to make light bulbs anymore, it's too uncomfortable.

The light bulb was gone, and Meng Huan was lying on the bed, still determined to do something bad, Song Zhi couldn't do anything about him, so she lowered her head and kissed Meng Huan's dry and pale lips, and said, "You take good care of your wounds, I'm right here, Not going anywhere."

"Go to sleep." Song Zhi said.

Meng Huan looked at him with his head tilted, as if he was judging the truth of Song Zhi's words, and said jokingly:

"If you leave now, I will probably be heartbroken, lose all hope, and die here."

"Nonsense," Song Zhi pinched his palm, dissatisfied, moved a chair and sat down beside Meng Huan's bed, "I really don't want to leave."

"If I want to leave, I won't come back with you," Song Zhi looked down at him, and said softly, "I will hold your hand until you wake up, okay?"

"Go to sleep."

Song Zhi's words were too comforting and deceptive, Meng Huan was already dizzy, his eyelids were already fighting, and he only had time to say "um" before falling asleep.

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