Southerners

Chapter 16 Wind and Rain 8

After Meng Huan's questioning, Song Zhi was almost stunned. He didn't expect such a simple relationship to be guessed so many twists and turns, and the good mood in the morning was gone.

Song Zhidao: "Master, I'm not that kind of person."

"I gave Azila Rouge because she took good care of me when I was injured earlier, and it's not as complicated as the young master thought."

Meng Huan said, "Are you blaming me for hurting you?"

Meng Huan provoked Song Zhi's anger with a few words. According to Song Zhi's temper in the past, he immediately wanted to refute it, but the wound on his head told Song Zhi to calm down and not to act emotionally.

"I haven't." Song Zhi said.

"No, or dare not?" Meng Huan asked.

Song Zhi couldn't bear her temper anymore: "What's the difference between not daring and not having one? Anyway, I'm in the Meng Manor now, how to deal with it is all up to the young master's words, why does the young master keep asking me?"

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she was ready to meet Meng Huan's new round of anger. Unexpectedly, Meng Huan didn't get angry at all, and he didn't stop writing on his hands. He laughed and said, "I thought you wouldn't lose your temper. gone."

Song Zhi: "..."

Song Zhi said angrily, "How dare a villain lose his temper with the young master!"

Meng Huan looked up at him, and suddenly said: "Two months ago, I first saw you on Anzhenmen Street... No, when I met you again, you looked like this."

Song Zhi: "What?"

Meng Huan said: "At that time I was about to leave with Lian Shen, but you stopped me suddenly. I turned around immediately and saw you glaring at us angrily. What does it look like."

"Now I find that you are still angry, which is more interesting."

It was the first time for Song Zhi to be insulted so lightly, and her face turned red with anger. Before he could organize his words to start scolding, Meng Huan suddenly raised his hand, touched his forehead, and said, "It's scabbed, why haven't you seen it yet?" Healing affects the beauty."

"Let go!" Song Zhiyi tilted her head, slapped his hand off angrily, took a step back when Meng Huan's eyes darkened, knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"Lieutenant Meng, although the villain is just an ordinary person with no power or power, he is a man after all. After studying for a few years, he can barely be regarded as a scholar. Don't you think this is too much for Captain Meng?"

"Lieutenant Meng invited me to come to the mansion, saying that I want me to teach you Chinese, but if this is what you mean, then please ask Captain Meng to let the villain go back. The villain can't afford to be tall, and can't teach you such a thing. figure."

Meng Huan looked down at him, his eyes were frighteningly gloomy.

Song Zhi looked up at him, and the dead pig was not afraid of the boiling water and said, "If you don't want to let the villain go, then you might as well beat the villain to death now."

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she kowtowed her head heavily, her forehead collided with the ground, and made a dull "Boom!", which made people feel pain, but Song Zhi didn't seem to notice it, her forehead touched the ground, like a statue.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet for a moment.

Meng Huan stared at Song Zhi, and didn't speak for a while. He didn't intend to insult Song Zhi. He was misunderstood, and he didn't intend to explain.Is it so hard to accept being his person?

"Get up." After a long while, Meng Huan spoke.

Song Zhi said tensely, "Please Captain Meng, kill the villain."

This sentence immediately angered Meng Huan. He has never been rejected like this before in his age.

"Get up!" Meng Huan said angrily, his voice seemed to be gnashing his teeth because he deliberately suppressed his anger.

Song Zhi didn't move.

Meng Huan stretched out his hand suddenly, lifted his collar, turned around, and pressed Song Zhi onto the desk, and the pens and paper on the desk scattered all over the floor.

Song Zhi's body tensed immediately, her eyes widened, and her pupils trembled slightly due to tension and fear.

Meng Huan slowly bent down, got very close to Song Zhi, and whispered in his ear: "Do you think I really dare not kill you?"

Song Zhi grabbed the corner of the table with her hands until her knuckles turned white.

"Hazier!" A clear female voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Song Zhi panicked immediately, grabbed Meng Huan's wrist, and said almost pleadingly, "Master."

If Chuo Man sees him now, he might as well die.

Meng Huan's gaze moved, and his gaze fell on Song Zhi's hands that were holding her.

His palms were cold, sweating, and trembling slightly.

"Hazier!" Chuo Man yelled again, and "Ceng Ceng Ceng" ran to the door of Meng Huan's study in a few steps, and Zeno stopped her earnestly.Chuoman can come in and out of the Meng Mansion at will, except for the study.

"Let me in!" Chuo Man said.

"Let her in." Meng Huan said to Zi Nuo.

The door opened with a "squeak", and this was what Chuo Man saw when he entered the room.

Meng Huan held the pen and wrote carefully stroke by stroke, while Song Zhi stood beside him, pointing out every single sentence, to use force here, and to be neat there.

Chuoman blinked her eyes, thinking that this Chinese teacher really looks like that.

Chuoman put her hands behind her back and jumped behind the two of them.

"Hey!" Chuo Man whispered in Meng Huan's ear.

Meng Huan's expression was normal, and he turned around and smiled at her, "Why are you here so early?"

Chuo Man said: "Yesterday I hit a rabbit."

"I asked them to bring it over and send it to your house to cook and eat!"

Meng Huan seemed a little amused: "It's just a few rabbits. It's not like I don't have any here. Why do you need to send them here yourself?"

Chuo Man smiled and said: "I beat this rabbit myself, how can it be like other rabbits?"

Meng Huan stroked her hair and said, "Did you tell the kitchen to make it according to your liking."

Chuoman smiled and nodded: "I have already ordered, I will have dinner at Hazier's place at noon today!"

Song Zhi saw that the two were talking and laughing as if no one was around, so she saluted and said, "Master, the villain will take his leave first."

"Wait!" Before Meng Huan could speak, Chuo Man spoke out first.

Song Zhi didn't have a good impression of this domineering daughter, so she asked in as humble a tone as possible: "What's your order, Miss?"

Chuoman let out a "huh" and took a look at the words Meng Huan had just written on the table. She could understand Chinese, but she couldn't write very well.

"Hazier, you wrote this?"

Meng Huan nodded.

Chuoman: "It's really well written!"

Meng Huan shook his head with a smile.

Chuo Man turned her head and announced to Song Zhi: "Since you are teaching Hazier, then take me with you. From today on, I will also learn to write Chinese!"

Song Zhi: "..."

"Hazier, do you think it's okay?" Chuoman looked at Meng Huan and smiled, "I want to write such beautiful Chinese as you, so don't look down on me!"

Meng Huan: "If you want to learn, you can learn with me here."

Song Zhi: "..."

Chuo Man immediately burst into laughter with joy, the laughter was like the melodious sound of a zither, Song Zhi reckoned that everyone in the front yard could hear it.

Mongolian girls really have no manners.

"Song Zilan, are you willing to teach Chuoman?" Meng Huan turned his head and asked, but everyone knew that Meng Huan would not want to hear any answer other than affirmative.

Song Zhi, who just threatened to be beaten to death by Captain Meng, weighed it up, and felt that teaching a young lady was really not a big deal compared to being treated as a concubine, so she didn't hesitate:

"But according to the young master's order."

Chuoman still remembered the last time when Song Zhi refused to help her pick up the ball, and when she heard the words, she hummed softly: "You're smart!"

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Meng Huan's study, and said to Song Zhi: "Go and get a chair for Miss Ben, Miss Ben wants to sit next to Hazier and write with him."

Song Zhi immediately moved a chair and placed it next to Meng Huan's chair: "Miss, please."

Chuoman sat down, took a pen from the pen stand, compared her hands, and asked Meng Huan, "Hazier, is this how you hold the pen?"

Meng Huan adjusted her gestures: "That's fine." He added, "You often use a whip, and your wrist strength is good. You must be very good at writing."

Chuo Man happily accepted Meng Huan's compliment, and asked Song Zhi, "What and how should I write?"

Song Zhidao: "Miss calligraphy is naturally different from young master's. I'll look for a few copybooks that are suitable for miss. Today I will practice like this first."

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she taught Meng Huan the same way she first taught her, starting with the writing posture and sitting posture, but Chuoman was here to make trouble, and soon after the lesson, her movements changed and she sat crookedly.

Song Zhi had no choice but to know that this young lady could not teach like Meng Huan, and the key point was that she might not come to learn to write sincerely.

Song Zhi had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, no longer being critical of her posture, and asked Chuo Man to write a few words first, but she didn't expect that Chuo Man's handwriting was as ugly as Tong Meng's student.

Song Zhixin said: "It seems that Meng Huan's handwriting is really good."

Not only is Chuoman's handwriting ugly, but he also misses out from time to time. He doesn't look at his pen and paper, but always looks at Meng Huan, or bites the tip of the pen, or curls his hair with his fingers.

After Chuoman finished the scroll, he would take a look at Meng Huan, and when he saw Meng Huan concentrating on writing, he pouted and said, "Hazier, look at me."

Meng Huan raised his head amusedly: "What's so interesting about curling your own hair?"

Chuoman said: "Don't you like it? I think your concubine's hair is curly. Don't you dote on her very much?"

What Chuoman was talking about was Saran. Saran was from the Naiman tribe. She was of mixed race. She had a slender and graceful figure. Her hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders. She was extraordinarily beautiful and moving.

Meng Huan laughed: "She is just mentioning the daughter of a governor of the Jiaofang Division. What do you want to compare with her?"

Let me point out that Jiaofang Division is in charge of opera, singing and dancing, and its governor is only from Bapin, an insignificant official.

Chuo Man blinked her eyes. Her father had served as the second-rank Tongzhi Privy Council member in the early years, and was also a general in Ping and Song Dynasties. Compared with a woman like Saran, she is indeed inferior.

"Miss," Song Zhi said suddenly, "Mo, it's stuck to your face."

Hearing this, Meng Huan raised his eyes, and he saw Chuo Man in a daze, poking and poking with a pen, the tip of the pen dipped in ink poked his face, his fair face turned dark, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Chuoman was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what stupid thing she had done, she immediately dropped her pen and covered her face: "Don't look!"

"Don't look, don't look!" Chuo Man screamed.

"Sai Yin—" Chuo Man shouted to his personal maid, "Come in!"

This farce ended with Chuo Man fled.

After Chuoman walked for a long time, Song Zhi's screams were still ringing in her ears, and her mind was buzzing.

Meng Huan still laughed at himself, then shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "This girl..."

After Chuo Man left, Song Zhi couldn't help remembering what happened before she came, and immediately knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

The author has something to say:

Do you think Xiaowei Meng likes Lan Lan? You are wrong, Xiaowei Meng is just for sex.

Do you think Captain Meng likes Chuoman? You are wrong, it is only because Chuoman is Boyan's daughter.

Do you think that Chuoman likes Xiaowei Meng? Congratulations, you are right.

There are so many Mongolian names that I am confused.