Southerners

Chapter 116 Preparing 4

stay?

How to stay?In what capacity do you stay?

Song Zhi closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Meng Huan, he felt humiliated.

"What if I don't?" Song Zhi said in a low voice, "Will you let me go?"

Meng Huan paused, and tightened his arms fiercely.

"Are you leaving?" he said, his voice trembling faintly.

Song Zhi was so painfully strangled by his embrace that she was almost out of breath, and struggled: "You hurt me, let me go."

"I don't." Meng Huan said, "I won't let you go, you are not allowed to go."

Song Zhi was in a hurry: "Then why are you hypocritically asking me if I can go? Since you didn't intend to let me go at all, where can I go?"

"You never cared about my thoughts, you only cared about whether you wanted it or not. Now that you are going to marry someone else, do you still want to force me to be locked up here, in this room several feet wide?"

"What am I yours? Boyfriend? Forbidden?"

At first he was willing to choose to stay because he knew that Meng Huan treated him with sincerity, but now he is unwilling to stay because he knows that they have come to an end, and if they continue, it will be of no benefit to both of them.

He didn't want to belittle himself, and he didn't want to be disgusting.

Meng Huan's chest rose and fell, and he loosened his hands unconsciously.

"I……"

Yes, by now, he had no position to keep Song Zhi.

Song Zhi looked at Meng Huan coldly, with a slight sarcasm in her eyes: "After Miss Chuo Man gets married, where do you plan to put me? It's just your real wife who lives in your room. With her temper, Can you tolerate me dangling in front of you all day?"

Seeing that Meng Huan had no words to refute, Song Zhi's anger eased a little. He persuaded him to accept the order, so he wouldn't blame him, because Song Zhi knew this day would come, so it couldn't be more sad.He was just angry at Meng Huan's intransigent attitude.

"...Since you said that you want to be my relative, then don't force me." Song Zhi's tone was a little slow, "Xiuniang will not force me to do things I don't want to do like you."

The deceased is dead, Meng Huan will not say anything bad about Xiuniang, but no matter what, he is reluctant to part with Song Zhi.

Reluctant.

Reluctant.

The word love is the most affordable, but not let go.

"...I don't want you to go." Meng Huan said sullenly.

Song Zhi was tired, she closed her eyes, curled up in Meng Huan's arms, and said in a low voice, "I'm tired, go to sleep."

When Song Zhi got up early the next morning, she had just had breakfast when she heard the commotion outside.Meng Huan went to court, and he didn't know what was going on in the mansion.

Song Zhi went out to have a look and heard from the maids that Pingjiang was sick.

Yesterday I was crying and clamoring for my father, but Meng Huan was not there, so I developed a fever at night, but it was not too serious, and it was even worse this morning, and the maids and doctors were in a hurry.

That was the first and only young master in the mansion, second only to Meng Huan in status.

After Song Zhi came back, she would often play with Pingjiang in her arms, but because he had been away for too long, the little baby didn't remember him, and after coming back for a while, she was willing to hug him obediently.

Xiao Pingjiang's eyebrows followed Meng Huan's. Although his face was wrinkled and wrinkled, he could still see his heroic appearance when he grew up.

Song Zhi liked Pingjiang very much, and when she heard that he was ill, she rushed to his room in a hurry.

There is already a circle of maids and women, and the doctor is seeing the doctor inside.

It is not a difficult disease to diagnose, but it is a difficult disease to treat.

smallpox.

Hearing the doctor say these two words with a solemn expression, Song Zhi's body shook.

Although Pingjiang was born prematurely, the mansion took good care of him and he is in good health. How could he suddenly get smallpox?

"Sir, be careful." Lian Er supported Song Zhi.

"No, I have to go and have a look." Song Zhi said, and walked into the house.

"Wait a minute, sir." The doctor held Song Zhi back, "Did you ever suffer from smallpox when you were young?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "No."

"Then sir can't go in," the doctor said, "If you go in, sir, you will be infected."

"It's okay!" Song Zhi said, "Young Master is not here, I have to watch for him."

"Sir!" Lian'er pulled Song Zhi back, she knew that no matter how bad Meng Huan was to Song Zhi, she still doted on him in her heart, "If you get infected, the young master will be very sad."

Lian Er's words finally made Song Zhi regain some sanity.

Seeing that Song Zhi had calmed down, the doctor also breathed a sigh of relief: "The villain was infected with smallpox when he was young, so he is not afraid. Just let the villain take care of the young master. Don't worry, sir."

"How can you rest assured?" Song Zhi said, "Go quickly, go and see the young master, he will never make any mistakes!"

"Yes, I'll go right away, little man." The doctor wiped off his cold sweat, and walked in with his scud.

"Sir," Lian'er looked at Song Zhi worriedly, "Are you okay? This servant will pour you a cup of tea."

Lian Er pushed Song Zhi into a chair and sat down, poured him another cup of tea, and comforted him softly: "Young master, a lucky man has his own destiny, nothing will happen to him."

Although she didn't understand why Song Zhi cared so much about Pingjiang, she knew that Song Zhi's kindness to Pingjiang was true.

These days, after Meng Huan went to court, Pingjiang was taken care of by Song Zhi. Now that something happened to Pingjiang, how could he explain to Meng Huan?

When Meng Huan came back from court, he saw the girls and boys busy in a group, and Song Zhi who was in a state of despair.

Then, smallpox broke out in Pingjiang, and it sounded like a thunderbolt in Meng Huan's ears.

He rushed over in a hurry, and no one could stop him, so he rushed into the bedroom.Pingjiang was so burned that red blisters gradually appeared on his face, arms, and legs.

"Ping Jiang!" Meng Huan touched the child's hot face and called out, but Ping Jiang didn't answer.

The one-year-old child can say some simple words, but at this moment, Pingjiang can't say anything except unconscious humming.His face was burning red and his whole body was scorching hot. He was not the same person as the usual healthy child who was always chirping and screaming.

Meng Huan couldn't hold back a burst of heartache.

"Pingjiang!"

"Master," said the doctor beside him, "Master, please avoid it first, there are villains guarding here day and night."

Meng Huan waved his hands and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, now, heal Pingjiang immediately!"

This was Meng Huan's first child, and he had no experience with children suffering from smallpox, so he could only tell the doctor what it was. Seeing that they were being treated in an orderly manner, Meng Huan took a bath before going to see Song Zhi who was guarding the outside room.

"Zhengnan..." Song Zhi sat there dejectedly, with a guilty and remorseful expression.

"It's okay, it's not your fault." Meng Huan pressed the man's head on his shoulder, "Don't blame yourself."

Song Zhi wept bitterly: "But I have been taking care of Pingjiang, I, I didn't take good care of him."

"It's not your fault." Meng Huan said.

"Just now you went in to see, how is he now?"

"Fever, herpes." Meng Huan said, "The doctor is treating it."

As for the result, no one knows, smallpox makes people's eyes change, and no doctor can guarantee that the child can be cured.

After Meng Huan comforted Song Zhi, he wanted to go into the house and personally take care of Pingjiang. Song Zhi wanted to follow him, but Meng Huan refused, so Song Zhi pulled him and refused to let him in.

"If you want to go, bring me with you." Song Zhi became stubborn, and Meng Huan also had a headache.

Meng Huan was relieved that Song Zhi was able to accept this child. If Song Zhi didn't like Ping Jiang, he had to pay careful attention to Song Zhi's emotions.But now Song Zhi cared too much, and he also had a headache.

"Hey, you're right here, your body is already weak, if..."

"It doesn't matter," Song Zhi said, "If you want to go, naturally I have to go too."

Meng Huan couldn't beat him, he tried everything, but he couldn't scare Song Zhi, and finally both of them were stopped by the doctor.

The doctor was heartbroken, and usually only saw smallpox avoiding it, how could they be so eager to come in.Neither of them had suffered from smallpox, did they not risk their lives when they went in?

Pingjiang's disease was so severe that he was so ill that he didn't know what happened to him. The doctors were on guard day and night, non-stop, with their clothes untied.

Meng Huan and Song Zhi could only worry outside.For this reason, Meng Huan also asked for leave and stayed with his son at home.

At night, the two of them didn't sleep, so they sat outside together and waited until dawn.

Both Zinuo and Lian'er came to persuade them, but they couldn't persuade them, so they had to let them bring all the food here.

But the two couldn't eat it either.

Pingjiang's illness caused both Meng Huan and Song Zhi to lose weight.

While Pingjiang was ill, Meng Huan heard another news that the former Prime Minister You and Li Huo Sun, who were sick at home, died of illness in the early morning.

The obituary was uploaded from Heli Huo Sun's Mansion and sent to the Imperial Palace, East Palace and other court officials' homes. Within a day, the whole capital knew about it.

His Royal Highness, He Li Huo Sun, who had been promoted, died of illness, and His Royal Highness also fell ill in the East Palace, and was coldly thrown aside by His Majesty.

The implication here caused an undercurrent to surge in the court, and many people began to have some thoughts that they shouldn't have.

In recent years, when the prince and His Majesty often had political disagreements, Zhezi in the Jiangnan Imperial History completely lost the prince's heart a few months ago. Although An Tong went to the saint to intercede for him, his status was not as good as before.

There were even rumors coming out of the East Palace that the crown prince was about to die.Of course, no one dared to say this clearly.

So everyone began to choose a new backer among the current princes and grandchildren.

His Royal Highness has three sons, Chang Gan Ma La, Ci Ta Ci Ma Ba La, and Ci Tie Mu Er.The eldest son was ordered to go out to the north of the town many years ago, and has not returned to Beijing for many years, so he is excluded.

The second son was 22 years old, and His Royal Highness always loved him, but he didn't have any outstanding talents.

The third son, Tie Mu'er, is only 17 years old and is deeply loved by the princess.

The third prince passed away a few years ago.The fourth prince has been fighting abroad for these years, and he has made a lot of achievements in battle. He just came back this year, and he was given the gold seal of King Chiniu of Bei'an. He is a strong contender.

The rest of the princes are not from the former empress, so they are not very competitive. After all, who doesn't know the deep love between His Majesty and the former empress?

Meng Huan, Boyan and others were originally from the prince's lineage, and they got close to the prince, and they were at the forefront of the storm all of a sudden. Many people came to ask Meng Huan about the situation in the East Palace, but Meng Huan stopped them all.

All kinds of rumors are surging.

The Eastern Palace lost power, so the princes/parties like Meng Huan could not help being ridiculed and stared at.

Song Zhi didn't know much about these things, but she could faintly feel Meng Huan's low pressure. Apart from Pingjiang's illness, there should also be reasons from the court.

He had no way to comfort him, so he could only spend as much time as possible with Meng Huan in the short time left.

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Note: Tie Mo'er is the Tie Mo'er in the history book, Yuan Chengzong, so he will be the heir, and everyone is a spoiler.