Southerners

Chapter 139 2 Sons Riding a Boat 1

Meng Huan frowned, he was already tired of Bai Man'er running to the Meng Mansion all day long, he felt in his heart that Bai Man'er was to blame, she was already married and still thinking about Song Zhi.

But in front of Song Zhi's face, he didn't dare to say these words now, so he had no choice but to swallow his breath, and sincerely admitted his mistake, saying that he didn't know the person at the beginning, but now the mistake could not be reversed, so Meng Huan immediately He sent someone to take Bai Man'er home together, and asked the person to convey his meaning.

"Go and tell him that although Bai Man'er is married, he is still from my Meng family. If he bullies Bai Man'er again, it will be tantamount to hitting me in the face of Hazier."

These words are extremely serious, after Meng Huan finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Song Zhi, and said flatteringly, "Do you think this will work?"

Song Zhidao: "He beat up Man'er, let's just forget about it?"

After thinking about it, Meng Huan ordered: "Pass it on, let him come over tomorrow and get fifty boards."

Unexpectedly, Bai Man'er suddenly became reluctant, and pulled Pei'er to kneel, but was stopped by Song Zhi.

"Man'er, what are you doing?" Song Zhi asked.

Bai Man'er looked at Song Zhi, then at Meng Huan, with a troubled expression on his face.

Arslan saw it clearly, and said: "Even if there are some quarrels between the husband and wife, it is not for us outsiders to participate. Yasu is the pillar of the family, and there is a lot of fifty boards. If we continue to fight ..."

Yasu is Bai Man'er's husband.

Arslan didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was very clear.

Just now Bai Man'er accepted Arslan's words and said: "He was very good to me in the past, but now... I can't blame him entirely, I broke the rules." She was speaking for Yasu.

Only then did Song Zhi realize that he hadn't considered it carefully. He had always regarded Bai Man'er as his younger sister, but he forgot that she was someone else's wife now. To Yasu and Bai Man'er, he was an outsider.

This sense of gap made Song Zhi a little uncomfortable for a while, and Meng Huan had already made a decision: "Then twenty boards."

"Although it's their family's business, it's also my Meng's family's business. I can't take care of it? Yasu was injured in the battlefield, and twenty boards can still afford it."

"Yes." The servant took the order.

Meng Huan said again: "You go and ask a doctor for Bai Man'er, take a good look, and don't fall into any trouble."

"Yes, my lord."

After Bai Man'er thanked Meng Huan and Song Zhi respectfully, he left with the messenger boy.

In fact, Bai Man'er is not from the Meng family, Meng Huan's behavior is to add a layer of protection to her, and if Yasu wants to do anything in the future, he must first consider Meng Huan's intentions.

"Is this okay?" Meng Huan asked Song Zhi.

Meng Huan had already acted politely, Song Zhi couldn't say anything, in front of the servants, Meng Huan lowered his figure and gave him enough face.

"Thank you."

It seems that if it wasn't because of him, Bai Man'er and Yasu should have been a harmonious husband and wife, respecting each other as guests. They formed a family and gave birth to a lovely daughter. They lived happily ever after.

Maybe Meng Huan made the right decision when he forced Bai Man'er to marry him.Otherwise, would he really want Man'er to waste his whole life because of him?

Seeing that Song Zhi was preoccupied, Meng Huan thought he was not happy, so he moved away from the left and right, hugged him into his arms, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

The two are already very familiar with everything about each other, every touch, every breath is intimate and familiar, as if they should be like this from the beginning to the end.

But counting from the beginning, they were born enemies, how could they end well?

Meng Huan's calloused fingertips touched the side of his neck, causing a slight itchiness. Song Zhi tilted her head slightly, but she couldn't avoid Meng Huan's bullying body.

He frowned, raised his eyelids and said, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about it, I didn't expect Man'er to be married to someone else...and have a child that big." Song Zhi sighed, inexplicably emotion.

Meng Huan misunderstood his meaning, pinched his chin and said, "Are you unhappy?"

Meng Huan lowered his head, his face was very close to Song Zhi's, his tone was inexplicably dangerous: "You can't let her go?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "How can I rest assured when I am alive..."

The strength in Meng Huan's hand suddenly increased, and Song Zhi cried out in pain, "What are you doing?"

The next thing was logical, Song Zhi was already indifferent to the status of "male favourite", so let him do it.

Two days later, Meng Huan brought the goblet that Song Zhi broke that day to him again, and said excitedly: "It took me a long time to find a skilled craftsman to repair this porcelain cup."

Meng Huan handed the goblet to Song Zhi: "Look, doesn't it look better than before?"

The wound on Song Zhi's wrist has healed, leaving only a light pink scar. Meng Huan gave him the best medicine to remove the scar, but it still couldn't completely disappear.He raised his hand and took the goblet from Meng Huan.

I don't know which piece of porcelain he used to cut his wrist, the blood has already been cleaned.It was broken with great force that day, and the craftsman was really capable, and he was able to repair it again. Every crack was decorated with gold leaf, which made the original elegant and clean stem cup a little more luxurious. The top is no longer ugly, revealing a different kind of beauty.

"It's beautiful." Song Zhi looked at it carefully, bent her lips, and praised.

Meng Huan pointed at the broken mandarin duck again, and said, "Look, Zi Lan, they are together again."

Mandarin ducks can do this, why can't we?

Although Meng Huan didn't say it, Song Zhi understood what he meant.

"How can people be compared with utensils?" Song Zhi smiled and shook her head.

Meng Huan paused with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Naturally, human beings cannot be compared with utensils, human beings have hearts."

"Keep people should have morals." Song Zhi said.

"Are we unrighteous?" Meng Huan asked.

"Not compatible." Song Zhi said.

Meng Huan then asked him, "How do you want to stay?"

Song Zhi smiled and shook her head, not answering.

Two big things happened in June.

First, it was the holy decree to conquer Xifan, with Meng Huan as the commander.

Second, confer the emperor's grandson, Tie Mu'er, the Crown Prince Bao, and Fujun to the north.In the past two years, the old emperor has gradually felt powerless. I am afraid that the end is approaching. Most of the princes and grandsons have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, and finally the curtain has finally come to an end. It is the destiny of destiny, who will inherit the great line after hundreds of years.

After Meng Huan took the order, he didn't stay any longer. After returning to the Meng Mansion to repair and tidy up, he bid farewell to Song Zhi, then mounted his horse and set off to attack Xifan.

And Song Zhi, shortly after Meng Huan left Beijing, left Dadu alone.

When Song Zhi left, she didn't encounter too many obstacles. Except for the troubles needed on the way, Song Zhi only took one thing from the Meng Mansion, which was the broken and repaired goblet with the pattern of mandarin duck and lotus pond on it. .

He hired a carriage and set off lightly. The wheels rolled over most of the flat and wide stone roads, and left the city where he had lived for more than ten years in early autumn.

The heat has not yet dissipated, but the night is already cool. When the carriage drove out of Li's main gate, Song Zhi lifted the green cloth curtain, looked back from the car window, and saw the three big characters of Na Li's main gate, which was the same as him in the 14th year of the Yuan Dynasty. There is no difference when it comes.

But he grew up from a subjugated refugee, an ignorant and helpless child, to a worthless slave who betrayed his country.

Song Zhi recalled the first meeting with Meng Huan in Pujiang County 16 years ago. It was a chilly spring day with heavy rain. Meng Huan was riding on a white horse with a knife at his waist. Beheading several soldiers is really cruel.But the way he excitedly pulled back the green cloth curtain and jumped into the carriage showed the heart of a teenager.

Song Zhi thought of the eve before Meng Huan left, both of them stayed up all night.

Meng Huan knew he couldn't keep him.After what happened at the end of April, Meng Huan was really scared. He was afraid that he would kill Song Zhi and lose Song Zhi as Bai Man'er said.

Song Zhi's mood was much more complicated.He didn't want Meng Huan to go out again, he really didn't want to, but when he brought it up again, all he got was a guarantee from Meng Huan that "he would definitely come back". Song Zhi was disappointed to find that Meng Huan couldn't understand his meaning at all. .

"After I leave Dadu, will you really leave?" Meng Huan's voice sounded in the darkness, hesitation, hesitation, restlessness, unwillingness, all kinds of emotions were hidden in this sentence.

The evening breeze in late summer and early autumn is slightly cool, and the moon is curved like an eyebrow, hanging in the sky.

Song Zhi remembered that she smiled and asked him back, "Do you want a living Song Zilan, or a dead Song Zilan?"

Meng Huan was silent for a long time, then replied: "I understand."

Maybe he left without hindrance, this is what Meng Huan understood.

When Song Zhi left, apart from taking away the goblet, she left two things behind, one was the Maitreya Buddha jade pendant that Meng Huan gave him, and the other was a note.

Song Zhi only wrote one sentence on the note.

"If you want to understand, come to me with the jade pendant."

Song Zhi didn't say what she wanted to understand, and where to find him, Song Zhi didn't say.It's just such a sentence without beginning and end, which makes people puzzled.

Song Zhi didn't know if Meng Huan could figure it out, whether he would abide by the note, and come to him when he figured it out, Song Zhi didn't know either.

Song Zhi left just like that, and at this moment, Meng Huan was on his way to the battlefield, pinching the jade pendant in his arms, wondering if Song Zhi had left Dadu.He had a little extravagant hope in his heart - would Song Zhi stay and not leave?

Song Zhi's carriage was heading south all the way, and the destination he pointed out to the coachman was Hangzhou. The journey to Hangzhou was a long way away, Song Zhi was not in a hurry, she walked and stopped all the way, and occasionally stopped at places of interest and historical sites, famous mountains and rivers Two days, so I didn't arrive in Lin'an until the end of autumn.

But Song Zhi didn't stop, and asked the coachman to continue driving south, adding more money.

The coachman asked, "Where are you going, sir?"

Song Zhi replied, "Pujiang."

The author has something to say:

It's almost over, it will probably be over tomorrow or the day after tomorrow!

And don't be fooled by the title, the second son's boat ride is not so beautiful on the surface 2333333