Southerners

Chapter 118 Preparing 6

In mid-spring of February, the crabapple flowers in the yard were in full bloom, and Song Zhi leaned against the door to watch.

He had grown thinner, and the clothes he used to fit looked looser.

The maidservant came out of the room and put a robe on him.

"Sir, beware of the cold."

The wind at noon in mid-spring was soft and warm, and it wasn't really cold, but Song Zhi was weak and felt a little cold when blowing it, so she gathered her robe and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Jinming was waiting beside Song Zhi. Seeing Song Zhi's faint smile, she felt more sympathy for Song Zhi. She was heartbroken and had to force her smile, so she said softly, "Mr. Smile, you don’t need to do this in front of slaves.”

Song Zhi glanced at her and said, "The mansion is so lively, but you are deserted here, don't you feel wronged?"

"If you want, I can ask the young master to transfer you out to serve the young lady in the future, otherwise, I can serve the young master."

To be honest, who doesn't want to have a better future?Although Jin Ming is a servant, serving Chuo Man and Ping Jiang is not the same as serving Song Zhi.

"This..." Jin Ming was a little hesitant, meeting Song Zhi's gaze, she shook her head, "Don't bother me, sir, it's good that Jin Ming is here."

Song Zhi's original intention was to fear that Jin Ming would be implicated by him in the future and be punished by Meng Huan, but since she said so, Song Zhi didn't insist.

At the end of February, Meng Huan's Akebayar returned to Dadu, but Ai Chi's brother Kuduhu was unable to return to Beijing because of the war.

When Bayar came back, Song Zhi was seriously ill and hardly went out. Bayar learned of Song Zhi's existence from Huduhu, but he didn't take it seriously, and devoted himself to managing his son's marriage.

It took half a year from the marriage proposal to the wedding ceremony.The third day of March is Dingmao Day, the so-called perfect auspicious day by the Mongolians, and it is suitable for marriage.According to Mongolian customs, women should take a bath before getting married.

At dusk that day, Meng Huan dressed up and rode a horse to Boyan's mansion, and welcomed Chuoman to Meng's mansion.The banquet was set out from the Meng Mansion, and it was set up for half a street. The guests were greeted and sent off, and the sound of gongs and drums was full of people.

Song Zhi was holding a letter from Qi Luqian in his hand, which said that in February, Shizu ordered the confiscation of the iron rulers, hands and sticks of the Han people.

After the death of Prince Zhenjin, who had always strongly advocated the reuse of Han people and Confucian officials, the Yuan court's suppression of Han people became stronger.

Although she is in Dadu, Song Zhi has lived in the inner courtyard of the deep house for a long time, and she doesn't know anything about the outside world. She didn't know the news until today.

Meng Huan is very busy these days, and according to the Mongolian custom, he went to live in Boyan's mansion for a while a few days ago. He inevitably neglected Song Zhi's supervision, and it was precisely because of this that Song Zhi had the opportunity to communicate with the outside world.

He tore the letter into shreds with a blank expression, and asked Jin Ming to light a fire to burn the shreds to ashes to make sure that Meng Huan would not find out.

"Young madam has arrived at the house?" Song Zhi heard the voice outside seemed to be louder, and asked casually.

Jin Ming replied cautiously: "Yes, it's not long."

Song Zhiwei let out an inaudible "hmm", and took out a painting from the bookcase. The painting was tied with a red ribbon, and the paper was of the highest quality.

"This is my congratulatory gift to the young master, you take it to him."

Jin Ming was a little surprised, and took the scroll in a daze.

"Tell the young master for me that Song Zhi has nothing but a painting as a present. I hope the young master will not dislike her."

"Go."

The painting is a picture of growing old together, with two pulsatillas sitting on osmanthus flowers, implying wishing the couple grow old together and have a son early.

Jin Ming didn't dare to open it casually, took the painting and went out. Meng Huan didn't have time to look at the painting at this time, so it was piled up with other gifts.

After Jin Ming left, Song Zhi wrote a letter to Qi Luqian.

"Brother Boheng, seeing words is like meeting..."

After finishing writing, Song Zhi gently dried the ink. He knew that no one was free to take care of him today, so he went out secretly, hired someone to deliver the letter to Qi Luqian's house for him, and then sneaked back.

The hustle and bustle of the Meng Mansion continued until midnight, and it gradually quieted down in the second half of the night, when the guests dispersed and the couple entered the bridal chamber.

I don't know if it was because of too much noise or restlessness, Song Zhi didn't fall asleep all night, he opened his eyes, looking at the dark night, he seemed to be thinking about something, but there was nothing in his mind.

What is Meng Huan doing now?

...Of course, spending a good night with Chuo Man.

The answer can be obtained without thinking, but the answer is so unbearable that Song Zhi dare not think about it.

The night in Jichun was still a bit cold, the wind blew the screen window, and the coolness came in little by little. Song Zhi's thin cheeks were full of sleepiness, her dark eyes were cold and silent, and the cold light of the crescent moon came in through the screen window, outlining his Sharpened jawline.The corners of Song Zhi's lips were pursed, and the color of her lips turned white due to a long illness.

cold.

Song Zhi tightened the quilt and covered half of his face with the quilt, but it was still cold, so cold that he was shivering all over.

In the dark room that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, there seemed to be no living things. Song Zhi's breathing was too light to be heard, but he suddenly coughed violently. He coughed so fast that he seemed to cough out his lungs.

The lungs were not coughed up, but a cloud of dark red blood was coughed up.

With trembling hands, Song Zhi wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, thinking that she would have to ask Jin Ming to change and wash the bedding tomorrow, lest Meng Huan find out.

The moonlight gradually slanted to the west, and the sky gradually brightened up. There was a white belly in the eastern sky. Song Zhi stayed up all night, her eyes were blue and black, and she looked really tired.

So when Jinming came in the morning, he was startled, and seeing the blood on the quilt, he almost cried out.

"Hush." ​​Song Zhi raised her index finger at her, "Don't say anything."

"But, sir..."

"Young master is newly married," Song Zhi interrupted her, "seeing blood is unlucky, so don't tell it, just take it for washing secretly."

What Song Zhi said made sense, if there was blood on the big day, let alone what would happen to Meng Huan and Chuoman, Bayar would not be able to explain it.

"Yes... sir, but you can't drag your body around. You have to ask a doctor to take a look."

Song Zhi smiled, her lips were a little dry, "Let's talk about it after the mansion has been busy for a few days, I'm not in a hurry."

On the first day after the wedding, the bride had to visit her parents-in-law and aunt. Meng Huan was an only seedling with no aunts, and only her mother-in-law was there, which saved a lot of time.

Chuoman got up early, dressed in long robes and crowns, and met with Bayar together with Meng Huan.

On the second day, the bride enters the ancestral hall.

On the third day, the son-in-law met the bride's parents, that is, Meng Huan was going to the general's mansion to meet Boyan and Boluohas, and then An Tong and other relatives of Chuoman's party.

For several days after the wedding, Meng Huan couldn't spare time to see Song Zhi, until he accidentally saw the painting among a bunch of congratulatory gifts.

Meng Huan studied painting with Song Zhi, and his learning was lacklustre, but he knew Song Zhi's paintings very well. Even though the paintings were not even signed, Meng Huan could tell at a glance that they were painted by Song Zhi.

Live together and grow old together, and give birth to a precious son early.

The corners of Meng Huan's lips curved slightly, not sure if he was mocking himself or someone else.

"Hazier," Chuoman sorted out the list of congratulatory gifts. Seeing Meng Huan staring at a painting in a daze, she leaned over to look at it. She didn't know how to paint. Seeing that there was no signature, she wondered, "Who sent it? Didn't sign the money?"

Meng Huan put away the painting calmly and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Chuoman's face froze, he slapped the gift list in his hand on the desk, and said with a sneer, "It has nothing to do with me? This is a wedding gift for you and me, how can you say it has nothing to do with me? "

"Hazier, I am now the young lady who is being married by the Meridian family. I don't want to mention what happened that night again, but your current appearance makes me very disappointed! How can you look like my husband?"

What Chuoman was talking about was the wedding night. The two of them didn't consummate their marriage that night, and Meng Huan didn't touch her.

At first, Chuo Man thought that as long as she married Meng Huan in an upright manner, everything would be solved, Song Zhi would not be a problem, but she didn't expect Meng Huan to humiliate her like this for a mere Han Chinese and a man.

"You asked for the marriage proposal, right?" Meng Huan asked.

Chuoman raised her chin and said, "It's me, why? If you really don't want to, why don't you resist the order?"

"Don't dare to resist the order, marry me, but still want to break ties with Song Zhiou, you are really incompetent."

"Hazier," Chuo Man reached for the painting, "If you want to keep Song Zhi in the mansion, I have no objection. If you want to raise ten or eight concubines, it's fine, but I'm yours." wife."

Meng Huan clenched her hand tightly, but Chuo Man didn't move. She gritted her teeth angrily, "You have to treat me as your wife. I'm not a weak woman who is easy to bully. If you continue to treat me like this, I won't be polite to you." .”

"Let go," Meng Huan said, "don't touch this painting."

Chuoman frowned, suddenly understood, and said sarcastically: "Song Zhi sent you, right? So you are not allowed to look at it, and you are not allowed to touch it."

"Let go." Meng Huan repeated, he didn't answer Chao Man's words directly, he was undoubtedly acquiescing.

Chuoman was even more annoyed: "A mere male favorite, why do you treasure him so much?"

"Shut up!" Meng Huan slashed at Chuo Man's wrist with a knife, took the painting back while she was in pain, and said coldly, "He is not something you can judge."

Chuo Man's wrist was red, she didn't expect Meng Huan to dare to attack her, just about to fight back, Meng Huan turned around and went out the door with the painting.

"Hazier!" Chuo Man was furious, "Come back!"

The maidservant at the door saw Meng Huan striding out with a sullen face, and then heard Chuo Man's voice, she glanced in in surprise, and it was this glance that made Chuo Man stop her voice suddenly.

The matter between her and Meng Huan must not be spread.

Otherwise, wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?

Brother Ai Chi knew that Meng Huan treated him badly, so maybe he would warn Meng Huan, or even beat Meng Huan.

This will not work.

With a dark face all the way, Meng Huan hurriedly ran to Song Zhi's room. The further he went to the small courtyard, the more deserted the courtyard became.

Jin Ming stood alone at the door, and the guards and maids who were sent to watch over Song Zhi were very tired and stood there in disarray.

"Young Master!" Seeing Meng Huan approaching, Jin Ming was startled, and quickly bowed his knees to salute, "Why are you here?"

Meng Huan glanced at her, then stopped at the door, he was afraid to go in.

...What kind of mood did Song Zhi make this painting?

He must hate himself.

"...how is he recently?" Meng Huan asked after a long time.

Jin Ming looked up at him timidly, thought for a while, and said truthfully, "It's not very good."

"Mister is sick, and he has been refusing to see a doctor. He coughed up blood a few days ago, and he can't eat these days..."

Before Jin Ming could finish speaking, Song Zhi coughed again in a hurry.

The sick person seems to be trying to suppress his voice, not wanting to be heard by outsiders, but how can it be suppressed?

The door was pushed open suddenly.

Meng Huan stood at the door holding the painting, hesitated for a moment, and then walked in.

At the door of the inner room, Meng Huan saw a thin figure sitting in front of the window, the overturned paint stained the drawing paper, Song Zhi covered her mouth with one hand, and supported the table with the other, her waist arched from coughing, her face flushed. flushed.

It hurts just to look at it.

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I'm sorry, I'm back, thank you little angels who didn't abandon me