Southerners

Chapter 122 Gentlemen grow old together 4

What Meng Huan said was too cold and terrifying, Song Zhi couldn't help but paused, even stopped gnawing on the chicken leg, and looked up at Meng Huan in a daze.

"But don't be afraid," Meng Huan stroked his hair and comforted him in a low voice, "I will protect you well, no matter what schemes they have, I will never let them hurt you."

Meng Huan's love words were so nice, Song Zhi moved her lips, but in the end she just lowered her head and continued to gnaw on his chicken leg.

"You came here secretly, what should you do if someone finds out? You should go back quickly."

Song Zhi actually wanted to say that it doesn't matter if he doesn't save him. Song Zhi somehow felt that if he was executed this time, it might be the best destination for him in this life.

Now he has nothing, his relatives have all left, his belief has become a joke, he is alone, lingering in the Meng Mansion, living himself as a male favorite, unable to escape.

He was terribly afraid that he would be locked up by Meng Huan in the Meng Mansion forever, so he might as well die.

"It's okay, no one knows I'm here," Meng Huan stroked Song Zhi's temples, and through the moonlight, he saw that Song Zhi's nose was a little red, Meng Huan touched Song Zhi's hand, it was cold, " How come it's so cold?"

Song Zhi unnaturally withdrew her hand and said, "It's not in the way."

"Why don't you get in the way?" Meng Huan frowned, "Your body is already weak!"

Meng Huan wanted to take off his robe to him, but Song Zhi refused again: "How will the jailer explain it when he sees it tomorrow?"

Meng Huan had no choice but to give up, so he sat down with his arms around Song Zhi, warming Song Zhi with his own body temperature.

In the silent night, only the sound of the two people's intertwined breathing and heartbeat, as well as the sound of Song Zhi's chewing could be heard.

"Zhengnan," Song Zhi stopped nibbling on the chicken leg, and suddenly said in a low voice, "If something happens to me, you will take my place... um."

Meng Huan looked unhappy, and covered his mouth: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Zhi knew she had said the wrong thing, she shut her mouth embarrassingly, and said in a low voice, "I just said that if..."

Then quickly continued: "You have to take good care of Man'er, find her a good husband and marry her, and don't treat her harshly."

"Otherwise I'll be in a hurry with you."

Meng Huan: "..."

Meng Huan gritted his teeth: "You are thinking about that little girl, are you really moved by her?"

Meng Huan still had some doubts in his heart. For example, Song Zhiruo really lived with Bai Man'er back in Xingshun Hutong, a lonely man and a widow. Meng Huan believed that Song Zhi's character would not do anything against the way of a gentleman, but Over time, with Bai Man'er's love for Song Zhi, it's hard for Song Zhi not to be moved by her.

...and maybe marry her in the end.

Whether he is selfish or self-righteous, Meng Huan just cannot accept such a result.

"What are you talking about..." Song Zhi turned her eyes away.

Meng Huan turned his face away, stared into Song Zhi's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Something happened, what can happen to you?"

"You really only have her in your mind, and you don't even think about what should I do if something happens to you?"

Song Zhi's eyes wandered, of course he was thinking that Meng Huan had Chuo Man, and there would be more concubines, but he knew that Meng Huan would be annoyed if he said it, so he simply didn't say it.

Meng Huan sighed, clasped the back of Song Zhi's head, and lowered his head to kiss him, but just as the kiss touched Song Zhi's lips, there was a rush of footsteps behind him, the voices were mixed, it sounded like he wasn't alone.Meng Huan's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Song Zhi also panicked and pushed him away suddenly.

"Let's go!" Song Zhi said hurriedly in a low voice.

When Meng Huan came down, a rope was hanging from the skylight, but when Meng Huan was about to pull the rope away, he found that the rope was cut suddenly.

The inside should be combined with the outside, and the turtle should be caught in the urn.

Meng Huan had nowhere to go.

This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy to kill Meng Huan.

Meng Huan's thoughts changed sharply, and he suddenly became suspicious, the attack was so fast and ruthless, did the other party really come after him?

"Someone is robbing a prisoner!"

"Quick! Don't let him escape!"

Holding torches, the jailers panicked and hurried in. The prisoners were taken away, and they couldn't bear to walk around.

Song Zhi's hands were sweaty, and Meng Huan held his hand tightly, protecting him behind his back.

"Don't be afraid," he said.

"Who is so bold that he dares to break into the prison at night with the intention of robbing the prisoner?" The person who came came with a deep and gentle voice, not rushing, and it sounded like an old fritter who had been in the officialdom for many years, and he could hold his breath.

Meng Huanyuan didn't intend to rob the prisoner, but what this person said made him unable to explain clearly.

Meng Huan squeezed Song Zhi's palm, and said in a low voice, "Later, just say that you don't know, don't say anything else."

The noisy footsteps finally calmed down. The jailers held a torch and guarded the door eagerly. The dancing orange flames illuminated each of their faces.

Indifference, full of hostility and hatred.

The same also illuminates the face of the headed person.

That man is the Chief Governor of Dadu Road Chief Executive Mansion. His ancestors are Jin people, and his surname is Yelu.

Director Yelu was originally a pure minister, this is a well-known thing, he never participated in party disputes, how could he get involved here?

In an instant, Meng Huan had the answer.

Apparently, the intention of the people behind the scenes was to bring this matter directly to His Majesty, and turn it from a party dispute into a unilateral punishment of Song Zhi and him.

If there is a party struggle, His Majesty will give more consideration to balancing the power of the various factions. The so-called emperor's mind is nothing more than that.

But if it was reported by Chunchen, the interest would be completely different.

Cold sweat fell from his forehead.

Meng Huan understood that he had already lost, and before anyone could see clearly behind his face, he lost completely.That person saw him too clearly, knew him too well, and knew his heart for Song Zhi.

That must be a very close person...

"Huh?" Director Yelu saw the faces of the two people in the prison by the firelight and moonlight.

One was wearing a prison uniform, obviously a prisoner, and the other... Yelu blinked, looked carefully, and made sure that he was not mistaken.

"..." Yeluxi swallowed the name that he almost blurted out, lowered his face, and asked in a cold voice, "Bold thief, dare to break into the prison privately and meet the prisoners, you are so audacious!"

The prisoner suddenly turned into a prisoner of prejudice, Meng Huan was a little surprised, he didn't know why Yeluxi defended him.

"Come on, don't take this thief down for me!"

"Yes!" shouted in unison, and a neat line of soldiers filed in.

Meng Huan didn't resist, he was captured without a fight, and let the jailers handcuff him tightly.

"Master..." Song Zhi was anxious.

"Hush." ​​Meng Huan raised his index finger, "Shut up."

"Shut up!" The jailer breathed a sigh of relief after catching this daring little thief who was almost giving them a hard time, but at the same time he was furious. Seeing that the two of them were going to give each other a secret, he immediately kicked Meng Huan in the crook of the leg.

How could Meng Huan be kicked down by him, his steps didn't even shake, and he was still steady.

"Come here, take out this prisoner with evil intentions, I will interrogate him overnight!"

"Yes, my lord!"

"Come out!" A jailer grabbed the chain on Song Zhi's wrist, pulled him and walked out, "Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

Song Zhi was dragged staggeringly by him, and walked out with difficulty.

"Who dares to touch a single hair of his?" Meng Huan's profile was illuminated by the fire, flickering, the line of his jaw was sharp and hard, "I want your lives."

Even if he was at a disadvantage, Meng Huan was still the same Meng Huan.

The jailer was enraged immediately, and was about to beat him, but Yeluxi stopped him.

"What nonsense are you talking about, take them away quickly, separate them, and interrogate them one by one!"

The jailer reluctantly withdrew his hand and gave Meng Huan a stare.

Meng Huan was taken away.

Song Zhi was also held in a dark interrogation room. He was forced to kneel down. The chains on his ankles and wrists were heavy and cold. Kneeling on the cold, wet and hard ground also hurt. This is an old problem.

In front of him was a black wooden case with some official documents on it, and a chair was placed behind the case.

Yeluxi seemed to go to interrogate Meng Huan first, and sent a few people to watch Song Zhi.

The jailers, who could have had a good night's sleep, were forced to get up late at night, pretending to be angry, and now they have something to say.

Asking Song Zhi to kneel without saying anything, she kicked him on the chest and scolded, "Song Zilan, right? You've just been so restless on the first day you came here, do you really think you're someone special?"

Song Zhi's heart ached from the kick, and she couldn't make a sound for a long time. He knew that these people were just venting their anger on him, and a beating would be fine.

So he gritted his teeth and endured, without saying a word, without begging for mercy, or speaking.

The more Song Zhi endured, the more aggressive these people became, they insisted on begging for mercy.

Song Zhi just curled up, protecting her head, listening to the dull sounds of fists and feet falling on him one after another.

Doesn't it hurt?

painful.

But Song Zhi thought, compared to what his relatives had endured, compared to what Prime Minister Wen, Chen Diaohua and others had endured, this was nothing to him.

Song Zhi, who had always felt ashamed of herself, finally felt a bit of relief inexplicably in this pain and humiliation.Even if he knew, even this sliver of relief would be shameful.

Several people chatted for a long while, seeing that Song Zhi just didn't speak, and lost her interest, she found a chair to sit down, and asked questions one after another.

Yeluxi said that she would interrogate herself, so Song Zhi ignored what they said, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Yeluxi only came at Yinshi, and he didn't know what he had said to Meng Huan, his expression was ugly, his hands were folded, his face was drawn long, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be getting deeper.

Yeluxi walked to the back of the case, sat down, patted the table, and shouted: "Sinner Song Zilan, why don't you answer truthfully, who is the person who met you privately, why did you come here, and what do you want to do?"

Song Zhi's head was pushed to the ground by the jailer, bleeding out from the beating, and her voice was low.

"As for the adults, the young master..."

"...I'm here to ask questions."

Song Zhi wanted to find a good excuse for Meng Huan so as not to drag him into this muddy water.

This was different from the expected answer, Yeluxi was a little surprised, and looked at Song Zhi a few times.

"Question? What are you asking? This is a prison, not his family's private house!"

"Responding to your lord," Song Zhi said slowly but firmly, "My father was originally a small county magistrate in the Song Dynasty. His rank was not high, and he was also a parent officer. When the Mongolian army captured the Song Dynasty, my father died in battle while defending the city. , Mother also died at the hands of the Mongols."

"For many years, Song Zhi hated the Mongolian Yuan regime."

"That's why I wrote those poems to remember my glory in the Song Dynasty."

"But Song Zhi is responsible for everything. This matter has nothing to do with the young master, and he never knew about it. The young master came tonight just to feel sad that I have lied to him for so long, and has no other intentions."