Southerners

Chapter 125 Bustard Feather 1

Zhao Mengfu was totally out of his expectation that he chased people away as soon as he opened his mouth.

"No, Zilan..." Zhao Mengfu forced a smile, "Why do you bother..."

"Song Ting is dead, what difference does it make who sits in this country? You..."

"Okay," Song Zhi interrupted him, and he closed his eyes again, as if a little tired, "You don't need to say any more, we don't agree with each other if we disagree."

"Is there anything else you want to do today?" Song Zhi said a little anxiously, taking a breath, he was too weak.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Mengfu didn't dare to be angry with him, so he went straight to the point and said, "I only knew that you were still alive when I got the news from Mr. Meng, but you were sent to prison because of a few poems."

"Master Meng's situation outside is not optimistic."

Because time was limited, Zhao Mengfu spoke very fast.

"What?" Hearing this, Song Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly stood up and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Seeing Song Zhi like this, Zhao Mengfu became more certain about his previous guess.

"Don't be impatient."

"The situation is not clear now, so I don't want to talk nonsense. After all, there are some things that I don't understand when I first entered the capital. But don't worry, Lord Meng's father has returned to the capital now, and General Boyan is also here. They will definitely protect Lord Meng from death." Yes."

"I'm here for your business," Zhao Mengfu said here, paused, and asked, "Zi Lan, who wrote those poems "Baigou"?"

Hearing Zhao Mengfu's question, Song Zhi was not surprised. In his impression, Zhao Qige was a very talented person.

But Song Zhi didn't intend to tell the truth.

He lowered his head, did not look at Zhao Mengfu, and said expressionlessly, "I wrote it."

"Zi Lan, don't fool me, I can tell..."

"I wrote it," Song Zhiwei frowned and interrupted him, "I want to try a different style and write it to practice my pen. Why, can't I?"

Totally uncooperative attitude.

But Zhao Mengfu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Zi Lan, who are you taking the blame for?"

Song Zhi finally turned her head away, avoiding Zhao Mengfu's gaze, and said in a low voice, "You can think what you want, I wrote the poem."

Seeing this, what else does Zhao Mengfu not understand?Warmly persuaded: "Zi Lan, you are the only one left in the Song family now, do you want the Song family to end like this?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhao Mengfu felt it was inappropriate.Sure enough, Song Zhi's lips were slightly bent, with a hint of sarcasm, and she didn't know who she was mocking, but she didn't speak.

Zhao Mengfu thought for a while, and changed the term.

"Uncle Song sent you out back then, not for Song Zilan who is so depressed now."

"Tell me, how sad should Uncle Song and Aunt Song be when they see you now?"

Zhao Mengfu said to himself, but he didn't understand Song Zhi's current situation at all.

"Besides..." Zhao Mengfu added hesitantly, "Master Meng is also very worried about you, you are for him..."

"Brother Zhao Qi," Song Zhi called out suddenly, her eyes drooping slightly, she stared blankly at the dry straw, "I call you that because you came here on purpose."

"If that's what you want to say, then there's no need to say any more."

Song Zhi smiled inexplicably again, raised her head and glanced at Zhao Mengfu, for some reason, this glance made Zhao Mengfu feel a little palpitation, cool, with the sadness of falling autumn leaves, "I would like to ask, Mr. Meng... ...what did they say to you?"

Song Zhi was purely curious, seeing Zhao Mengfu's appearance, she knew something.

"He didn't say anything." Zhao Mengfu said.

"Oh?" Song Zhi said softly, "Hmm...very good."

Song Zhi paused, and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhao Qi, don't get me wrong. Mr. Meng has a wife and a very cute son who can walk and talk."

This Zhao Mengfu really didn't know, recalling that Meng Huan said that Song Zhi lived in the Meng Mansion and was unmarried, Zhao Mengfu suddenly understood something, his expression became a little embarrassed, and he hurriedly said: "I, I didn't misunderstand anything."

Song Zhi smiled slightly, raised her head, looked at Zhao Mengfu, and said, "That's the best." Then she said, "If Brother Zhao Qi came here for my business, you don't need to bother."

"Song Zhi has come to this point, everything is willing."

It was clearly summer, but Zhao Mengfu felt cold.

"Right now, Song Zhi has only one wish."

"Tell me." Zhao Mengfu heard his voice dry.

"Song Zhi is in the Meng Mansion, and has a god-sister named Bai Man'er. That girl insists on following me. I don't want to delay her. Although I entrust Master Meng to take care of her, but..." But what, Song Zhi Without saying anything, he turned a corner and said directly, "So, if Seventh Brother Zhao still cares about our childhood friendship, he can help me take care of her to some extent, until she gets married, that's all... don't trouble Seventh Brother Zhao for a long time."

Zhao Mengfu's eyes were reddened by the inexplicable tone of confessing the funeral. When Song Zhi's family left Lin'an, he was already, almost a few years away, a young adult, and he remembered the past very clearly.

Including Song Xiuwen's deliberately straight face, Li Hansu's sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and the snot on the little boy's face that always rubs against his clothes.

Now, both Song Xiuwen and Li Hansu are no longer alive, only this little kid is left, and Gao Tang in his family has also passed away. Fortunately, he still has his beautiful wife, beautiful concubine and several pairs of children by his side.

But the little kid has become like this alone.

"Zi Lan, there will always be a turning point, even if you refuse to name that person, there will still be a turning point..." Zhao Mengfu felt sad, his voice choked up.

"Lord Meng and I will never give up on you."

Song Zhi bent her lips, closed her eyes, leaned against the wall, and asked gently: "Brother Zhao Qi, you are happy in life, so why should you be afraid of death?"

"I have lived enough in this life, and dying here is my best destination... Don't waste your efforts."

"... Don't tell him these words."

Did not say who he is, but both sides know it well.

"Actually, I would know if you didn't tell me," Song Zhi said suddenly, "It must be very difficult for him to think about it now."

Even if you don't know exactly what happened, you can generally guess.Huduhu, especially Chuoman and Boyan, will definitely put pressure on Meng Huan, and the person behind the scene who manipulates all this may have already prepared to attack, of course... now that he has already made a move not sure.

After saying that, Song Zhi had nothing more to say, so she said softly, "Brother Zhao Qi, I'm tired, you can go back."

Zhao Mengfu is now working for Yuan Ting, Song Zhi does not want to be with him no matter what.

Zhao Mengfu didn't say any more, just asked: "Zi Lan, you are so stubborn, have you ever thought about why you do this?"

"Is it because of hatred, or for keeping the festival?"

"Are you loyal to the cowardly and incompetent Zhao Song royal family, or to the common people?"

After Zhao Mengfu finished speaking, he turned around and said, "I'll come to see you some other day, I hope you can think about it."

After Zhao Mengfu left, Song Zhi fell into deep thought.

After hearing the first few sentences, Song Zhi was still sneering, but after hearing the last sentence, Song Zhi was a little stunned.

Who is he loyal to?

Is it the king or the people?

If it is a king, if the king is an incompetent king, he must be loyal, isn't it foolish loyalty?If he is loyal to the people, the people have never changed since the beginning, they are just those people, why should he be like this?

No, another voice told Song Zhi, the Mongols are barbaric and cruel, how can they be compared with the innocent people in Lin'an?

On this side, Song Zhi was still fighting between heaven and man, and on the other side Zhao Mengfu had already gone to meet Meng Huan.

"How? How is Zilan doing now?" Meng Huan asked anxiously, "Has anyone bullied him? Is he okay?"

Meng Huan opened and closed his mouth only if he was good or not, nothing else.

Zhao Mengfu didn't have any scruples, and let's talk about the important things, Song Zhi is really not well now, her face is sallow, and she is so thin that she is skinny.But Zhao Mengfu thought that Meng Huan had a wife, but Song Zhi did not, and his psychological balance began to crooked.

When asked about the facts of the case, Zhao Mengfu shivered and said, "Master Meng, I am sure that those poems were not written by Zilan."

"What?" Meng Huan was stunned for a moment, "Didn't he write it? Who wrote it?"

Although Meng Huan knew a little bit of sinology, he didn't have a deep understanding of it. How can he tell that his style is not styled.

Zhao Mengfu smiled wryly: "I don't know about this, I think Mr. Meng should know better."

"Zi Lan would rather die than say the name of that person, and even willing to take the blame for that person. You know Zi Lan well, you should know who Zi Lan is closer to."

This stumped Meng Huan.

In his impression, Song Zhi didn't have many close friends at all, why would he trade his life for others?

Seeing Meng Huan's expression, Zhao Mengfu's heart became clearer, and he tried to persuade Meng Huan to recall: "A Han who can compose poetry, who is close to Zilan, who do you think it is?"

Song Zhi has very few friends, and most of the time she stays in the Meng Mansion, and rarely contacts with the outside world. If you talk about friends, you can only have Qi Luqian and Liu Yin.

Qi Luqian is from the Academy of Taishi, so it seems that he can't compose poems. Liu Yin can compose poems, and he is also a Han, but can Liu Yin compose such poems...

"Master Meng has a clue?"

"...Yes," Meng Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, maybe it was Liu Yin, Meng Huan never restricted Song Zhi's correspondence with him.

He stood up abruptly, Liu Yin has returned to Baoding now, if he wants to arrest someone, he has to inform Baoding.

"Master Meng!" Zhao Mengfu was startled by Meng Huan's actions, he held back Meng Huan who was about to go out in a hurry, "What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?" The corners of Meng Huan's lips were cold and hard, "Of course I want to arrest that man and make him admit that he wrote the poem."

"Master Meng!" Meng Huan's strength was so great that Zhao Mengfu almost couldn't stop him, "Calm down!"

"Since Zilan wants to protect that person, if you arrest him like this, aren't you afraid that Zilan will be upset?"

Meng Huan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head and said, "Then Zilan suffered for others for nothing?"

"..." Zhao Mengfu said, "...Your Majesty just restrained your feet, where do you want to go?"

Seeing that Meng Huan finally calmed down, Zhao Mengfu planned to reason with him.

"Since Zilan wanted to protect that person, you turned against him and completely disregarded Zilan's wishes. Do you think Zilan would be happy?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Mengfu seemed to understand something again, why Song Zhi was so depressed, he had no desire to survive, and only wanted to die. Could it have anything to do with Meng Huan?

This person who thinks he is good to Zilan but doesn't know how to love others?

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this is from yesterday