Southerners

Chapter 117 Preparing 5

A few days passed, and the atmosphere in the mansion was tense to the extreme, and the maid did not dare to show any air.

Finally on the sixth day, the doctor came out of Pingjiang's room, and bowed to Meng Huan to the end: "Fortunately, the young master's fever has subsided, and the herpes has also disappeared."

Meng Huan had been suffering for the past few days, barely sleeping much. Hearing these words, his nerves relaxed, his body couldn't help shaking, but he rushed into the room first.

"Zhengnan!" Song Zhi followed him into the house.

There was a strong smell of medicine in the room, Ping Jiang slept peacefully on the small bed, half of his face was covered by the soft silk quilt.He closed his eyes and slept peacefully.

Meng Huan raised his hand to touch it, and sure enough, the fever subsided and it was no longer hot.

"How is it?" Song Zhi asked him.

"The fever is gone." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi's heart, which had been hanging for a few days, finally fell back into her stomach, and she smiled slightly: "It will be good if the fever subsides."

Song Zhi's eyes were full of exhaustion, but her smile was sincere. Meng Huan couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed his forehead, saying, "I've worked hard for you these few days."

Song Zhi shook her head: "What's so hard about this, haven't you been guarding it?"

Meng Huan bent his lips, wrapped his arms around Song Zhi's waist, and pulled him into his arms: "This is different."

Song Zhi pulled Meng Huan out so as not to disturb Pingjiang's rest, and said softly: "Do you think that since Pingjiang is your child with Hanzhu, I will treat him harshly and hate him?"

Meng Huan said, "I know you are not that kind of person."

Song Zhi was indeed not.

"He's just a child. He hasn't done anything wrong. I'm just annoyed, and I shouldn't take my temper on him."

"But you didn't lose your temper with me and Hanzhu."

"Miss Hanzhu is gone, the dead are the greatest."

"As for you..." Song Zhi paused.

Meng Huan waited for his next words.

Song Zhi smiled: "You should be like this, with wives and concubines in groups, and children and grandchildren in the house."

Meng Huan's face changed slightly, and the strength in his hand became stronger: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Zhi frowned, Meng Huan pinched his arm so hard that it hurt a little.

"Sorry," Song Zhishui lowered her eyes, "I made a mistake."

He really didn't want to argue with Meng Huan anymore.He just wants to get through this time and leave as soon as possible.

In September, Zhang Hui was ordered to enter Chaomiansheng, and was reinstated as Pingzhang Political Affairs, Yangzhou Province.Because of the lesson from last time, when Song Zhi said she wanted to meet him, Meng Huan didn't allow it.I was afraid that Zhang Hui would take people away again.

In October, Shizu ordered a group of high court officials, namely the left and right prime ministers and the marshals of the eastern province of Zhengdong, and sent special personnel to inspect the Jianghuai and Liaodong military supplies, recruited tens of thousands of soldiers from Korea, and stored a large amount of rice in the eastern province of Zhengdong. Prepare military supplies.

The preparations for the conquest of the East are in full swing, and it seems that there is a tendency to fight again. It seems that His Majesty wants to take down Japan while he can still breathe.

In the past, Meng Huan would participate in the conquest of the East, but this time, Kublai Khan did not let Meng Huan participate.The prince is still sick in the East Palace, and he doesn't see any outsiders, and he doesn't stretch out his hand, so naturally he can't take care of it.

As a result, there will be more rumors about the prince's loss of power in Beijing.

Meng Huan took time to visit Boyan to discuss marriage.Meng Huan meant to postpone the wedding date a little bit, but Boyan was very dissatisfied.I don't know what else to push, Meng Huan is 23 this year, and Chuo Man is already [-], an old girl, if not for Chuo Man's insistence on marrying Meng Huan, how could Boyan delay her precious daughter's marriage until now?Now this kid still wants to procrastinate?

Boyan scolded Meng Huan and drove him away.

In addition, Meng Huan went to the East Palace to visit once. Whether it is for the prince's close ministers or an ordinary courtier, it is necessary to visit the prince.

After returning, Meng Huan didn't mention the situation of the East Palace to Song Zhi, but just wrote a letter and sent it to the emperor's eldest grandson Gan Mala far to the north.

In October, Zhang Hui set off to return to Yangzhou.In late November, news came from Wuxi that Zhang Hui had died of illness.

Zhang Hui's obituary came unexpectedly, and Song Zhi was completely unprepared. When she suddenly heard the bad news, she couldn't believe it. She grabbed Meng Huan by the collar and asked him, "You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"You lied to me...how could the teacher..."

"He has always been in good health, how could he... die of illness suddenly?"

Meng Huan hugged him tightly and didn't speak.

Song Zhi pushed him hard, struggled, patted him, and bit him.

"If it wasn't for your permission, how could I not even see the teacher for the last time?"

"If it wasn't for your permission... how could I, how could I..."

Song Zhi cried bitterly and beat him hard, but Meng Huan didn't resist or speak, but just hugged him hard.

"Meng Zhengnan... You must force me to have nothing, force me to bear everything else!"

"You must force me to have nowhere to go...so you can lock me by your side, right?"

What Song Zhi said seemed to hurt his heart. Meng Huan knew that he was sad, but who would have expected that Zhang Hui and Zhang Pingzhang, who had been brilliant for a lifetime, suddenly disappeared?

"I'm sorry, Zilan," Meng Huan tightened his arms, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Although he said sorry, Meng Huan knew that even if he knew that Zhang Hui would die early, he would not allow Song Zhi to see Zhang Hui.He didn't want Song Zhi to have any chance to leave.

Song Zhi couldn't break away from Meng Huan's embrace, so she bit him, her mouth full of bloody taste, he was tired from crying, so she collapsed into Meng Huan's arms, dazed, without saying a word.

Meng Huan wiped away the tears on his face, carried him to the inner bed, and comforted him in a low voice: "Take a good rest when you are tired."

Song Zhi suddenly grabbed his sleeve, raised her eyes, and looked at Meng Huan, her eyes were empty and clearly dead.

"I have nothing left." Song Zhi said.

"Xiuniang, teacher... are gone."

Zhang Hui was one of the people Song Zhi admired the most when he was young because of his life-saving grace and friendship with Song Zhi.

When Xiuniang died, Meng Huan went on an expedition to Annan, and Song Zhi had only a young Bai Man'er by his side, and Bai Man'er still needed his care, so Song Zhi didn't have much time to vent her emotions.After Meng Huan came back, he was recuperating from his injuries, was given a marriage, and Pingjiang fell ill again. A series of events made Song Zhi's mind in a mess, and now she felt the pain of losing a loved one belatedly.

When he said a word, tears rolled down his pale face.

"I have only myself."

Song Zhi spoke so desperately and helplessly that Meng Huan couldn't help feeling distressed. He hugged him and whispered in his ear: "You still have me, you still have me...Zi Lan, I will always be here."

Song Zhi looked at him, tears streaming unconsciously, he remembered the woman who lost her daughter after the earthquake last year, and suddenly understood her despair.

"You lie..." Song Zhi said, closing his eyes, "You are not mine...you are Chuoman's."

Meng Huan hugged him, kissed the tears at the corners of his eyes, and promised in a low voice: "I'm yours, not hers."

These words were not convincing at all, so Song Zhi turned her head to ignore him, but Meng Huan turned his face away and lowered his head to kiss Song Zhi's lips.

The kiss was warm and thirsty, Meng Huan seemed to devour people into his belly, and possessed Song Zhi fiercely, as if this could give his restless heart a little sense of security: this person is definitely his.

Song Zhi cried harder than usual, she didn't know if it was comfort, pain, or sadness.

At the beginning of December, the wedding date was set by Meng Huan's Ake and Chuoman's Ake. March [-]rd was a good day.

Not long after the wedding was set, bad news came from the East Palace, and the crown prince passed away.

The crown prince, who had been ill for more than half a year, finally passed away.

As soon as the news came out, the whole country mourned.

This result was expected by many people, and it was within the expectations of many people.

The air pressure around Meng Huan's body was getting lower and lower, except in front of Song Zhi and Ping Jiang, he could hardly see a smile.

Meng Huan was originally the prince/party, and this was a tacit secret among the officials in the capital. Heli Huosun died of illness, Zhang Xiongfei and others fell, and the prince passed away.

Who will be the next to be unlucky?

On the Yuanzheng Festival of the first month, the crown prince mourned and congratulated the court.

Because the son died, Shizu remembered his son's happiness again, but it was a pity that he regretted it too late.

After the crown prince passed away, all his sons returned to Beijing to mourn, including the eldest son Ganmala of course.

Meng Huan met Gan Mala once in private and was very cautious.

Not long after, Shizu set up the Palace of Internal History for the eldest grandson of the emperor. This action gave a direction to the turbulent undercurrent in Beijing. Everyone felt that Gan Mala was the best candidate to inherit the great rule. How to evaluate Gan Ma La earlier.

However, the princess was unmoved, the eldest son was in Mobei all year round, she didn't have much affection for him, most of her emotions were pinned on the third son Tie Mu'er, she was full of hope for Tie Mu'er, and taught and cared for him.

Gan Mala was dissatisfied with his mother and concubine's eccentricity, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He was very complacent about His Majesty's favor, and he was so proud and arrogant that he almost walked away in the capital.

Meng Huan saw his appearance like a villain, he made a decisive decision, gave up this stupid heir, and decided to withdraw from this vortex temporarily, if he could not participate, he would not participate.

I can't bear the other officials in the DPRK to force him into the team.

In a blink of an eye, it's February, and the wedding date is very close.

Ping Jiang is almost two years old, he can walk steadily, he can even run unsteadily, he can giggle, and call him brother Ai Chi indistinctly.

As for Song Zhi, Ping Jiang called him Uncle, but he couldn't make it clear, it sounded like "Uncle", every time Meng Huan heard it, he was overjoyed.

Meng Huan didn't let Song Zhi go, and Song Zhi was depressed all day long, and in the middle of February, she became ill and lingered on the sick bed every day, and the little meat she managed to raise became thinner again.

Meng Huan looked distressed, but he was busy with the wedding, but he couldn't stay by Song Zhi's side all day, so he could only send more people to take good care of Song Zhi, but in Song Zhi's view, all this was just to make things better. Watch him, don't let him have a chance to escape.

The two people didn't agree with each other, and they were tormenting each other bitterly.

But a good thing also happened in February. Jinghu Zhancheng Province conquered Annan and successfully captured Annan. The ancestors later made Chen Yiji the king of Annan and Chen Xiuyuan the Duke of Fuyi.

The wedding was in full swing, arranged and prepared in an orderly and chaotic manner. The Meng Mansion was bustling day by day, and it was arranged early. The festive red overshadowed any other colors and became the most eye-catching and dazzling color in the Meng Mansion.

Lying on the hospital bed, Song Zhi occasionally came out to have a look, and felt that it was inappropriate for her to stay here.

Since he couldn't escape, he asked Meng Huan to drive him away.Song Zhi thought.