Southerners

Chapter 121 Gentlemen grow old together 3

Meng Huan has offended many people in court these years.But there are not necessarily a few people who can really find a flaw in his hands to attack him.

Meng Huan's eyes were cold and deep, like a frozen ancient well.

"Find out the inner ghost first, who revealed this matter, and who sent those things out."

"My Meng Mansion can't accommodate ghosts!"

Chuoman is skilled in this matter, she was originally a daughter of a noble family, and she knows the affairs of the inner house best, so she turned the porcelain cup with her thin white fingertips and said: "Leave this matter to me."

No matter who Meng Huan saved, the root cause was Meng Huan, and it was impossible for Chuo Man to escape. After all, she and Meng Huan were one body now, as smart as her, she would not be jealous at this juncture.

Meng Huan was not polite to Chuo Man, he frowned, and quietly speculated about the possible mastermind in his mind.

"Hazier," Chuo Man paused, interrupted him, and said, "You knew that Song Zilan was the remnant of Song, didn't you?"

Meng Huan glanced at her: "Pay attention to your wording."

Chuoman sneered: "Why, he dares to do it, is he still afraid of people talking about it?"

"If you ask me, he deserves it. As for you..." Thinking of this, Chuoman became furious, "Are you crazy?"

"Since you knew earlier, you are still getting so close to him and getting yourself burned, aren't you afraid of being implicated by him?"

"Although it was written by him, but he is in your house, in name your teacher, do you think you can get away with it?"

Meng Huan: "This is my business."

Chuoman's voice raised an octave: "Now it's my business!"

"You are really confused, Hazier... Do you think it will take a long time to give people loopholes for no reason?"

According to Chuoman's meaning, the best thing to do now is to simply write off Song Zilan and treat all of this as ignorance, so as to minimize the impact on Meng Huan. Your Majesty will not be too serious for the sake of Boyan and An Tong. Embarrass Meng Huan.

"Then what are you going to do now?" Knowing that getting rid of Song Zilan was impossible, Meng Huan would never agree, so Chuo Man had no choice but to consider other countermeasures.

"What should I do?" Meng Huan raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, his expression was a little tired, "Of course it is to return Zilan's innocence. "Song of Righteous Qi" was not written by him, but just copied. Those poems..."

The difficulty lies in those poems. Meng Huan, a military officer, is definitely not as good as a literati in this regard.

"They are just throwing dirty water and trying to suppress me in the court, so they slander the people in my house," Meng Huan said as if it were true, "On this point, we must stand firm before His Majesty."

"You can also talk about it with your brother Ai Chi and Ah Buhe."

It was originally to save Song Zhi, but Chuoman was a little reluctant in her heart, but she knew the benefits, so she agreed sullenly.

After the first prince left, the eldest son, Gan Mala, seemed to have a tendency to replace his father, but what was puzzling was that some ministers in the court occasionally mentioned the matter of establishing a prince, but His Majesty avoided talking about it.

This ambiguous attitude made some people smack, thinking that Gan Mala might not be able to enter the East Palace, wouldn't there be other princes and grandchildren?The first prince's second son, Ta Cimabala, was [-] years old at the time. Since the beginning of spring this year, he has worked very hard to show his presence in front of His Majesty. In the statement, His Majesty has adopted his opinion many times.

The intention of fighting for storage is obvious.

The third son Tie Mu'er, compared with his two older brothers, was far behind in terms of military exploits and political achievements. He doesn't look mediocre, he is young after all.

The point is, these three people are the prince's own sons, Meng Huan is currently neutral, and has not clearly shown who he supports, so these three people have no reason to suppress him.

Apart from the three sons of the first prince, the fourth prince is the one who is most envious of the East Palace position.

So, would it be the fourth prince who took action against Meng Huan, the former prince/party?

Meng Huan narrowed his eyes. The Fourth Prince has been stationed in the north for many years and has made great military achievements. It stands to reason that there are not many contacts in the court. To be able to do all this, one must have a very good understanding of the situation in the capital and have a strong intelligence network.

Song Zhi was escorted to the General Manager's Mansion on Dadu Road. It was a very magnificent building, but the tone was slightly depressing, and there was a sense of oppression from a distance.

"What are you dawdling about, let's go!" The tall Mongolian soldier kicked Song Zhi's calf, "Do you think you are visiting a temple fair?"

There is little flesh on the calf, and it can hit the bone with a kick, which is painful.

Song Zhi's hands were shackled, and his movements were a bit inconvenient. He staggered a bit, and managed to maintain his balance without falling.

Enter through the heavy gate, pass through an open space, and directly opposite is the court. After bypassing the court, there is a large low building near the west wall of the governor's mansion, which is the prison.

The soldiers escorting Song Zhi didn't pay much attention to the weak Song Zhi, pulled the heavy chains, and didn't even look at Song Zhi, as if they were sure that he couldn't escape.

Opening the iron door and walking into the prison, a cold and damp smell came, mixed with stench and blood, and Song Zhi couldn't help frowning.

In this prison, he was dressed a little less, and he couldn't help shivering.

When the Mongolian soldier saw it, he glanced at the corner of his mouth, disgusted and ridiculed.

"Go in!" He pushed Song Zhi.

Song Zhi was not quick to talk to him, so after thinking about it, he asked, "Where was Cheng Wen imprisoned for a long time?"

"Prime Minister Wen? Wen Tianxiang?" The soldier rolled his eyes, "The thief was locked in a sky prison, but he also had a separate room with special guards. His treatment was different from that of ordinary prisoners."

"Like you..." The soldier sized Song Zhi up, "You won't be able to enjoy this kind of treatment."

When they were in the Meng Mansion, the atmosphere between Meng Huan and Song Zhi was ambiguous. Unlike ordinary people, this soldier is not a fool, so he can naturally see the problem: "Prime Minister Wen is a general who can be as good as a hundred. You can not only please men in bed , what else can I do?"

The viciousness of the words is unbearable to listen to.

Being regarded as Meng Huan's male favorite is not once or twice, but Song Zhi couldn't get used to it, and couldn't help but wanted to refute: "I'm not..."

"It's not what?" The soldier stopped in front of a cell, stretched out his hand to open the iron door, the black chain shook, and there was a piercing and piercing sound of metal clashing in the dull cell, "Here it is, go in."

A small prison cell with no beds, only some dry straw. The mice made their homes here, and they were not afraid of people coming. They chirped and crawled around in the haystack.

Song Zhi's home in Xingshun Hutong occasionally sees mice. He is not afraid of mice, but this is the first time he has seen them so rampant.

"Brother, is this mouse going to become a sperm?"

At this time, there was still time for a wisecrack, but the soldier glanced at him without answering.

Song Zhi didn't know why he was so calm. He walked into the iron gate and arrived in the prison. Before he could turn around, he heard the sound of locking behind him.

Song Zhi didn't look back, she walked to a place where the mice didn't like to sit down to rest, then looked up, the soldier was locked and had already turned his head and left, leaving only Song Zhi's back view.

Song Zhi sighed slightly, leaned against the wall, and closed her eyes.

There are no windows in this prison, only a small skylight above, which can reveal a little light, reminding Song Zhi that it is still daytime.

But it doesn't seem to be that important whether it's daytime or not.

It wasn't until night that Song Zhi realized that it was still important.

A small stone was thrown from the skylight and hit the straw pile with a slight "snap", but in the eyes of Song Zhi, who was restless in sleep, it was extremely loud.

He leaves and opens his eyes.

It was about midnight, the moonlight leaked from the skylight, Song Zhi raised her face, and vaguely saw a figure above.

"Zi Lan."

The man called out in a low voice.

"I am coming."

Song Zhi was a little sleepy, she sneezed twice, she caught a cold, but when she heard the sound, she suddenly woke up.

"Zi Lan!" Seeing Song Zhi noticing him, Meng Huan's voice was a little happy.

There was a transparent tile on the skylight. Meng Huan carefully removed the tile and put it beside him. He stretched his feet in first, then his legs, hips, and waist. He supported the sides with his hands, and when he checked the height, he let go and fell to the ground. down.

Meng Huan's movement was very light, and when he fell to the ground, there was no other sound except for the sound of straw.

"Master?" Song Zhi looked at the young man who fell from the sky and landed in front of him, and asked hesitantly, "Why are you here?"

Meng Huan patted the ashes on his trouser legs, stood up, hugged Song Zhi, and pressed him against the wall.

The wall was cold and hard, Song Zhi couldn't help shrinking a bit, Meng Huan realized something was wrong, quickly hugged her in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

Song Zhi paused, and answered truthfully: "It's not very good."

"The food is poor and it's cold."

Brother Mouse was also woken up by his chattering, and one of them ran around restlessly.

Of course Meng Huan knew what it was like in prison.

"Tomorrow, I'll send someone to bring you quilts and food. The kitchen in the house cooks what you like."

Song Zhi was in his arms, she was silent for a while, and said, "Thank you, young master."

Meng Huan paused slightly as he caressed the hand on the side of his face: "Why are you so unfamiliar?"

"Now it's just the two of us, still called Young Master?"

His amber eyes were shining brightly under the moonlight, staring at Song Zhi for a moment, making it difficult to see the emotions inside.

Song Zhi couldn't resist him, so she had to obediently call his name: "Zhengnan."

Meng Huan just gave up, and touched Song Zhi's flesh inch by inch. Song Zhi wanted to hide, but Meng Huan held him down, and pulled out a chicken leg from his bosom as if by magic.

"I know you haven't eaten, now, eat quickly."

After Song Zhi came to the prison, she didn't eat for a day, not because the prison didn't give it, but because it was... hard to swallow, it was sour, so Song Zhiquan gave it to Brother Mouse.

"Thank you," Song Zhi didn't want to be a starving ghost, so she took a bite. He didn't want to be too embarrassing in front of Meng Huan, but he couldn't help it, and immediately ate voraciously. Meng Huan patted him gently. back, said, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Song Zhi looked up at him in the midst of her busy schedule, and said vaguely, "I won't choke."

Meng Huan suddenly had a sore nose, wiped the oil on Song Zhi's lips, and whispered: "I'm looking for who is behind the scenes, don't worry, I will find out as soon as possible and rescue you."

"However, you have to remember that you cannot eat any food provided by the General Manager's Mansion."

"I'm worried that they will prescribe drugs to give you the illusion of committing suicide in fear of crime."