Southerners

Chapter 115 Preparing 3

Accept the purpose?

Meng Huan's mind froze for a moment.

Why do you want to accept the order?

Doesn't he know that after receiving the decree, he will marry Chuo Man?

Song Zhi watched from behind the pillar and saw that Meng Huan had been slow to accept the order, anxious like ants on a hot pot.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and the head servant saw that Meng Huan's expression was not right, so he followed his line of sight and wanted to look over.

But at this time, Meng Huan noticed the look in his eyes, if he saw Song Zhi panicking in the distance, disrespecting the imperial decree...

Meng Huan didn't continue to think about it.

"Eunuch!" Meng Huan shouted the moment he turned his head.

"Huh?" The servant turned around and looked at Meng Huan.

"Chen..." Meng Huan stretched out his hand, lowered his head, under Song Zhi's begging eyes, he spoke slowly, his voice was low and hoarse, each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "...the decree Thanks."

The head servant then raised his lips and smiled a little: "Why did you go so early, our family is still unwilling to be an adult!"

Meng Huan lowered his head and forced a smile: "Why, I was just too happy and didn't realize it for a while."

The head servant snorted and said, "Your Majesty's kindness to you is something no one else has. Miss Chuoman is the jewel in the palm of Lord An Tong and Lord Boyan, and the Empress dotes on her the most."

"Your Majesty pointed her to your lord, so you can imagine how high your expectations are for your lord."

After Annan came back from the disastrous defeat, Shizu was furious, and ordered everyone from Tuo Huan down to a group of generals to scold them bloody.Of course Meng Huan was no exception, and his martial rank was lowered from General Wu De to General Wu Lue.

Meng Huan still remembered that day, when he was kneeling under the steps with injuries all over his body, the old emperor threw the things on the case to the ground, pointed at his nose and scolded him as a waste.

Today, he has started to win over people's hearts again, giving a jujube with a stick, he is worthy of being an emperor.

If there was no Song Zhi, he would have accepted the order gratefully, but this assumption did not exist.

Meng Huan ordered Qi Nuo to give the father-in-law a reward, and then personally sent him to the gate of the Meng residence, only to return in a daze.

Just turned around, and before taking a few steps back, he saw Song Zhi not far away.

Song Zhi stood under a hibiscus tree, and the double pink flowers fell to the ground.

It's late autumn, and the hibiscus flowers are all gone.

Song Zhi didn't smile or cry, he just stood there quietly, looking at Meng Huan, his thin body had recovered a little in the past two months, but in Meng Huan's opinion, he was still too thin.

When the autumn wind blows, Song Zhi's black and thick hair is tied up by a crown, while the rest hangs down naturally, swaying slightly in the autumn wind, and together with the hem of the duck egg green clothes, it flies into a beautiful arc.

Suddenly Meng Huan didn't dare to look at him.

He lowered his eyes, stood where he was, and clenched his hands tightly. Did he betray him...

"Zhengnan," Song Zhi saw that Meng Huan hadn't moved, so she took the initiative to come up and asked softly, "The manager is gone?"

Meng Huan turned his face away and nodded: "Yes, let's go."

Song Zhi smiled slightly: "Then what are you doing standing here, why don't you go back?"

Song Zhi's attitude was as natural as if the steward was only here to offer a reward, not a marriage.

Meng Huan looked up at him, trying to find traces of disappointment and anger on Song Zhi's face, as if this would make him feel better, but he failed, Song Zhi's expression was the same as it was in the past two months.

"I..." Meng Huan's voice was stuck in his throat, "...I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

Hearing this, Song Zhi's lips curved slightly, and she said with a smile, "What's there to be sorry about?"

"Zhengnan, you should have married her," Song Zhi took Meng Huan's hand and walked back, "She is destined to be your wife."

"Miss Chuoman is beautiful, has a noble status, and loves you very much."

"But she is not as good as you." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi paused, then smiled. He turned his head and looked up at the red leaves growing from the wall.

"You have to treat her well." Song Zhi said.

Song Zhi was sure that what she said was the truth, but her eyes were involuntarily sore.

"...What about you?" Meng Huan asked, his throat tensed, "What... will you do?"

Song Zhi didn't answer, he suddenly remembered a few years ago, when Meng Huan took him to Xiangshan to see the red leaves.

"...Take me to Xiangshan, Zhengnan, I want to see the red leaves there." Song Zhi said.

What would he do?

Song Zhi smiled wryly in her heart, in fact, the key has never been with him, he can't decide whether he will stay or not.

Meng Huan didn't want him to leave, but when Chuo Man married into the Meng residence, how could he tolerate him?

"Okay," Meng Huan couldn't find the answer, and didn't ask further, "I'll take you there tomorrow."

Now it is late autumn and September, and the decree has just come down. It is a bit rushed to get the wedding done before the end of the year. Of course, the marriage between Chuoman and Hazier cannot be rushed, so the wedding date is probably set for next year.

This also means that the two of them can still live a peaceful life without outsiders disturbing them.

In late autumn, most of the leaves have fallen, and the red leaves on Xiangshan Mountain are like the red leaves of spring. Some hang on the branches, but most of them have fallen to the ground.

Song Zhi stood in the forest, feeling a little dazed for a while.

When was the last time you came to Xiangshan?Song Zhi recalled for a moment, Meng Huan had just won the crown that year, and now he is 21.

That was three years ago.

It's only been three years, and they've gotten to this point.

This situation, really teach people a little sentimental.

"Zhengnan..." Song Zhi's eyes were glaringly red, and she choked up with sobs, but she couldn't say the following. He tilted his head, hugged Meng Huan's waist, and buried his face on Meng Huan's shoulder.

How sad he is.

How reluctant to hand this person over to someone else.

"Huh?" Meng Huan stroked his soft hair and responded in a low voice.

On the day Meng Huan had just brought him back from Heli Huosun's residence, he had told him that he was his relative.

Song Zhi raised her face, there were still people in Xiangshan today, but it was late autumn after all, the weather was cold, and there were not many tourists, Song Zhi looked at the nearby tourists, ignored them, raised her head, and kissed the corner of Meng Huan's lips.

Then he raised his hand, picked up a red leaf that fell on Meng Huan's hair, and said with a smile, "I want to treasure this one."

Meng Huan also laughed: "People are here, what do you want Ye Zi to do?"

Song Zhi pursed her lips and just smiled, without speaking.His premonition came true, so what else can he say?

On the day he returned from Xiangshan, he arrived at the Meng Mansion, Meng Huan acted very eagerly, he pulled the man into the house, closed it with a "clang", pressed the man against the door and kissed him.

The kiss was eager and intense, with the panic of being afraid of losing, but also the stubbornness of wanting to keep the person.Meng Huan kissed Song Zhi's eyes, lips, and neck, and the delicate kisses gradually fell on other parts of Song Zhi's body.

"Your injury..." Song Zhi only had time to say this half of the sentence between kisses, but was quickly stopped by Meng Huan.

"It's okay." Meng Huan murmured vaguely in his ear.

Up to now, Song Zhi didn't care about anything else, and before Meng Huan could make a move, she took off her clothes and put them on Meng Huan's scorching body.

Young and vigorous desires, whether it is love or possessiveness, can be perfectly satisfied in love/things.

Song Zhi leaned against the cold and hard door, and in front of him was Meng Huan's fiery kiss and caress. He put his arms around Meng Huan's neck, his eyes and brows were peachy, and while humming, he accepted Meng Huan with his body.

Because of Meng Huan's injury, the two of them have been very restrained in the past two months and never made it to the end, so this time, it was a complete mess.

Meng Huan embraced the sweaty Song Zhi, put him gently on the bed, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, and then continued with the unfinished business.

When this mingling of milk and milk was over, Song Zhi closed her eyes and lay on the quilt, too tired to move.

Two months later, Meng Huan's injury has almost healed, but after this action, the wound still hurts, and he didn't feel it during the process, but felt it after the end.

Meng Huan hugged him in his arms, bowed his head and kissed Song Zhi's hair.

Song Zhi rubbed his chin, and caressed the scars on Meng Huan's body, one after another, old scars added new ones, the scariest ones were the new scars on the left chest and waist, which were still pale pink. Going up, inch by inch, I just feel terrified.

How dangerous, he will lose him.

"Zhengnan," Song Zhi said in a hoarse voice, "When you get married, can you stop going out and fighting all the time?"

"You said that if something unexpected happens, don't you want Miss Chuo Man to be a widow?"

Meng Huan was dissatisfied with him mentioning this at this time, so he pinched Song Zhi's waist, causing Song Zhi to frown in pain.

"Let go." Song Zhichen said.

Only then did Meng Huan say: "She won't, if something happens to me, she will remarry, what a widow!"

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the Mongols were not so strict about women's chastity.

Meng Huan lifted Song Zhi's chin, looked into his eyes, there was haze that had not dissipated in the dark and moist eyes.

"Why don't you think about yourself, Zilan?"

Song Zhi didn't speak.

Meng Huan said again: "Don't worry, I will never die, otherwise what will you do?"

Meng Huan stroked his side face, and said in a low voice, "If I die, you will definitely marry someone else, such as Bai Man'er."

"Why..." Song Zhigang wanted to retort.

"It's not Bai Man'er, there are others." Meng Huan covered his mouth, "I don't allow you to marry someone else, so I will never die."

Song Zhi smiled wryly: "You are really unreasonable, you are obviously going to marry someone else, and you are not allowed to marry me, how can you be like this..."

Meng Huan pinched his chin, bowed his head and kissed him, the kiss almost bit Song Zhi's lips.

"...Can you not go?" After kissing, Meng Huan leaned against his cheek and asked in a low voice, in a pleading tone that he had never seen before.

"Can you not go, don't leave?"

Chuo Man married, and Song Zhi probably wanted to leave.But Meng Huan could not accept such a result.

Song Zilan is his!

……is his!

How could he leave?

Song Zhi raised her eyes and looked into Meng Huan's eyes. Except for Annan who was seriously injured and dying after returning, he had never seen this person so fragile, almost humiliated.

Song Zhi spurned herself from the bottom of her heart, a person who has betrayed herself and wants to marry someone else, what is there for him to feel bad about?

He should turn around and leave without mercy, throw the jade pendant back into his arms, and say: "I'm leaving." Then don't look back.

"...What do you want me to do?" Song Zhi heard herself asking.

It's so cheap, Song Zhi thought, how could she do this?Begrudgingly stay and share the same man with another woman?

Thinking about it makes me laugh out loud.

"I want you to stay." The familiar strength returned, and Meng Huan held Song Zhi tightly in his arms, regardless of the pain on his body, and said stubbornly, "I want you to stay, Zilan .”

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