Southerners

Chapter 131 Bustard Feather 7

When the emperor was angry, he bled and drifted across the oar, and the whole world trembled.

Meng Huan, Zhao Mengfu and the others knew that this was the old emperor who was about to ask his teacher to question him, even though they had already made all the preparations, they still couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

Song Zhi replied unhurriedly: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven. His subjects are all in the world. Life and death are up to you. However, Song Zhi is ashamed of heaven and earth, and of Your Majesty. I don't know why Your Majesty wants to take Song Zhi's life." Woolen cloth?"

"I want to kill you, a survivor of Zhao and Song Dynasties, do you still need a reason?"

Song Zhidao: "Song Zhi's parents are indeed Song people, does Your Majesty want to drive and kill all Song people?"

These words can be described as extremely bold.

The eunuchs next to Kublai Khan couldn't help raising their eyelids to look at Song Zhi.

But Song Zhi quickly lowered her head: "Caomin made a mistake."

Guo Shoujing hurriedly came out to smooth things over. He was an old man in the court. He had always been courteous and polite to Kublai Khan, so he exposed the matter.

Today's topic is naturally Song Zhi's conviction.

Zhao Mengfu joined forces with several Zhao Song survivors who were confiscated together to analyze "Song Zhi's poems" line by line, proving from beginning to end that Song Zhi was only expressing regret for the Zhao Song court. Such an incompetent imperial court caused disasters for the people of Li, and there was no intention of dissatisfaction with the imperial court.

Poetry is an extremely abstract thing, and it can be interpreted into completely different meanings according to needs. Therefore, after Zhao Mengfu and others explained it, it really seemed like that, and Kublai Khan felt very reasonable after hearing it.

In fact, Kublai Khan was able to tolerate even the fierce Song officials like Wen Tianxiang back then. He didn't care about some personalities of truly talented people, as long as they could be used by him, it would be a beautiful thing.

Therefore, the old emperor listened drowsily and was frothing all over the mouth. After nearly an hour, he stopped talking, opened his eyes, and said: "In that case, I will forgive you."

Kublai Khan paused, and then said: "You are so talented, you can't be buried for nothing. From now on, you can go to the Imperial Academy to report."

He turned his head and glanced at the servant next to him, and asked, "Is there still one vacant for the Bachelor of Attendance?"

The eunuch replied respectfully: "Yes, it's empty."

Kublai Khan nodded, and continued: "First serve as a bachelor's student..."

Seeing Song Zhi's complexion changed, Kublai Khan frowned, thinking that he thought his official position was low, and said, "Young people, don't aim too high."

"Your Majesty," Song Zhi didn't expect to be exonerated and then rewarded, but he didn't want to be this official at all! "Caomin... Caomin is incompetent and cannot bear His Majesty's love..."

"Why," Kublai Khan was displeased, "You don't want to?" Is there any reward?

"Caomin, Caomin..." Song Zhi suddenly felt that if he didn't want to hurt Meng Huan and Zhao Mengfu, he would have smashed his head to death in this Daming Palace.

"Your Majesty!" Before Song Zhi could speak, Meng Huan, who had been standing by the side, suddenly walked to the middle, knelt down, and said in salute, "Your Majesty appreciates the people in the mansion of my minister so much, I am very frightened. If it is possible, my minister I also hope that Song Zilan can serve the imperial court and relieve His Majesty's worries, but..."

"But what?" Kublai Khan asked, a little impatiently, he was already tired.

Meng Huan said: "Your Majesty must also know that Song Zilan suffered a lot in prison a few days ago. The jailer mistakenly thought he was dead and threw him into a mass grave. Passers-by accidentally found him and rescued him back home. My minister spent months It took a while to find him, but he has suffered from this experience, leaving the root of his illness, he is extremely afraid of cold and weak, so he may not be qualified for the position of a bachelor's student."

Hearing this, Kublai Khan suddenly regained his spirits. He didn't know what Song Zilan had suffered, but Meng Huan's words clearly implied something. Someone in the chief prison officer of Dadu Road was making small moves. .

As for what kind of small trick... Song Zilan, a little-known scholar, who can provoke someone, so that the prison officer wants to attack him?There must be something hidden here.

Kublai Khan was old, but his mind was still clear. He gave Meng Huan a meaningful look. Meng Huan looked calm and remained motionless.

Kublai Khan withdrew his gaze and nodded. It didn't matter whether Song Zhi accepted the reward or not, and he couldn't force a sick man to work for him. He closed his eyes tiredly and waved his hands.

The old eunuch immediately understood, and raised his voice: "Go down, Your Majesty is tired." At that moment, together with the queen, he helped Kublai Khan and left.

The dragon chair in front was empty, and the pressure from above disappeared, but Song Zhi knelt on the ground and did not get up for a long time.

Meng Huan went to help him with a worried face, and asked in a low voice, "Zi Lan, what's wrong?"

Song Zhi raised her eyes and glanced at him, she didn't speak, but her face was a little pale.

Thinking that he was unwell, Meng Huan hurriedly bid farewell to the other adults, and took Song Zhi away in a hurry.

After leaving Miyagi, the two got into the carriage, Meng Huan saw that Song Zhi's face was getting more and more ugly, and he was anxious, and asked Song Zhi, but Song Zhi seemed to be stupid and just kept silent.

When the carriage drove past Taiye Pond and arrived near the East Palace, Song Zhicai suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. The dark red blood was sticky and sweet, staining Meng Huan's grandson's clothes.

"I..." Song Zhi held Meng Huan's sleeves and looked up at him. Seeing the panic and distress in Meng Huan's eyes, he felt even more confused, "...Why did San Niang save me?"

"Wouldn't it be better to let me die?"

"Nonsense!" Meng Huan hugged him tightly, his eyes were almost red, his strength was so strong that he wanted to pull Song Zhi into his own flesh and blood, and merge with himself.

Song Zhi's voice was low and soft, like a raving, murmured in the sound of carriage wheels, but Meng Huan could still hear it clearly, he said:

"...why am I still alive?"

He bowed his knees and knelt down to the emperor of the Yuan court to beg for mercy, begging for a meager life.

What face does he have to live in this world?

With what face should he face his dead parents and Xiu Niang?

They tried their best to let him survive, but did he live like this?

Why didn't he want to bring Meng Huan and Zhao Mengfu into trouble? He was simply greedy for life and afraid of death, right?

While thinking about it, Song Zhi felt a heat in her throat and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Meng Huan panicked in his heart, but on the surface he held on, clenched his teeth, and whispered in Song Zhi's ear, "Don't vomit anymore!"

Song Zhi looked up at him, a very shallow smile appeared on her lips, that smile was particularly glaring in the blood on her lips.

Meng Huan didn't understand, Song Zhi knew, Meng Huan still didn't understand what he was insisting on, and he didn't want to explain, so he said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

"Actually, you don't have to be like this." Song Zhi said, "You can bring back Chuoman, Zhengnan."

Hearing this, Meng Huan's heart trembled. Song Zhi hadn't called his name for a long time, but he said something like this.

"Your father and your mother probably hate me very much."

"Don't think about it," Meng Huan wiped the blood from Song Zhi's lips with his sleeve, and said softly, "How could they hate you?"

There was self-mockery in Song Zhi's eyes: "In that mansion, how many people think highly of me, what do they usually say about me, don't I know?"

"I'll drive out those tongue-twisters when I go back later."

"Can you still drive your parents out?"

"They have their own mansion in Beijing, and they don't live here now." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi said again: "Then Lord Boyan... Didn't you offend him?"

Meng Huan pursed his lips: "I will earn everything I want, so I don't need to depend on him."

"What about Chuoman?" Song Zhi finally talked about the most important person, "She is your wife."

"I haven't touched her, she can remarry completely." Meng Huan said.

"I know now that marrying her was a complete mistake."

Meng Huan counted everything clearly.

Song Zhi lowered her head helplessly, closed her eyes, and said, "You have to see if I want to stay with you."

Meng Huan hugged Song Zhi's arm tightly, so tight that Song Zhi could hardly breathe.

Song Zhi heard Meng Huan's voice and said, "Don't you want to?"

Then, before he could answer, Meng Huan added, as if he was afraid of hearing him say no, "Even if you don't want to, I won't let you go."

"You clearly love me, why don't you want to?"

Meng Huan asked a rhetorical question and disappeared into the carriage, but he didn't hear the answer for a long time. He lowered his eyes and realized that Song Zhi had fallen asleep at some point.

Meng Huan stared at Song Zhi's sleeping face for a long time, his eyes swept across Song Zhi's face inch by inch, from the slender eyebrows, soft eyelashes, to fair skin, ruddy lips, everything was so satisfactory.

After five years of acquaintance, Song Zhi seemed to have taken root in his heart, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

He rubbed Song Zhi's side face with his hands almost greedily, then lowered his head, and pressed a kiss on Song Zhi's forehead.

After returning home, Meng Huan called Pei Ya over while Song Zhi was sleeping, and asked for Song Zhi's pulse first. Pei Ya said that Song Zhi was mainly suffering from a heart disease, and she was weak and had to recuperate slowly. It was hard to say whether she could return to her usual state. , Prescribed a prescription for Song Zhi to take care of her, and then looked at Meng Huan's injuries.

There were a lot of injuries, first of all, the more than 100 boards that Huduhu hit that day, almost made him paralyzed, and he could never stand up again, but a miraculous doctor rejuvenated him and rescued him. The meat has not fully healed yet.

The second one is the whip that Chuoman whipped, that girl Chuoman has a good temper, and her kung fu is also good.

When Meng Huan heard that Song Zhi was "dead", he got up from the bed paralyzed and insisted on going to the jailer to have a look, but suddenly he was not allowed, so Meng Huan took a knife and wanted to kill himself. Son, let him go reluctantly.

When the news reached Boyan's residence, Boyan, Bo Luohas, and Chuoman were all very angry. In addition, Meng Huan still thought that Song Zhi was not dead, so he wanted to find him, so Chuoman burst into tears. The whip came to the door, and whipped Meng Huan in front of everyone in the Meng residence.

After Chuo Man finished pumping, Boyan punched him again.If it was an external injury for Chuo Man, Boyan's punch was an internal injury. It hit the chest, and Meng Huan didn't get up from the ground for a long time.

But even so, Meng Huan still wanted to find Song Zhi.

Hu Duhu felt that his son was ashamed, so he moved out of Meng's mansion early and returned to his own mansion. It seemed that he was completely disappointed in this son.

On the one hand, Bayar felt sorry for his son, but on the other hand, he felt that his son was not up to date, so he called a doctor for Meng Huan. After the diagnosis and treatment, seeing that Meng Huan was not in danger of his life, he left, and only occasionally came to see his son's injuries.Kuduhu never came again.

Hearing that the beauty he brought out from the Meng Mansion was pregnant, Kuduhu probably thought that it would be a big deal to have another one.

Meng Huan didn't go to find Song Zhi in person, because he couldn't get up anymore and stayed in bed for a month before he could barely get down to the ground.

After Song Zhi came back, he also tried his best to make himself look normal. He always wore a jacket when he slept at night, and never showed his injuries in front of Song Zhi.

He didn't touch Song Zhi, apart from Song Zhi's physical discomfort, a large part of the reason was also due to his own injury.

After Pei Ya checked Meng Huan's injury, he prescribed medicine for him to take internally, saying: "The external injury is almost healed, those whip wounds are not a problem, the most important thing is the injury on the internal organs and the bone of the tailbone. You must eat on time and not sit for long periods of time."

Pei Ya glanced at Song Zhi who was asleep on the bed, and asked, "He doesn't know yet?"

Meng Huan said: "I don't want him to know, please help me hide it."

Pei Ya shook his head and sighed, "You are really..."

"Ugh."

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