Southerners

Chapter 20 Wind and Rain 2

The alcohol smell from Meng Huan's body made Lian'er wrinkle her nose imperceptibly, and replied, "I'm asleep."

Meng Huan: "Sleeping since morning?"

Lian Er said: "Returning to the young master, the master woke up once in the afternoon, drank a few sips of water, ate half a bowl of porridge, and fell asleep again."

Meng Huan frowned: "Half a bowl? That's all he ate?"

Lian'er observed Meng Huan's face, lowered her head, and said softly: "When a person is sick, he has a bad appetite, and it's normal that he can't eat."

"Master, do you want to go in and see Mr.?"

Meng Huan was about to say yes, but he took it back. Why did he want to see a Han scholar?This man just rejected him yesterday.

So he waved his hand: "No need, take good care of him, I'm leaving."

Lian Er bowed her knees and saluted: "Master, go slowly."

Song Zhi had been sick for three to five days, and she drank the bitter medicine three times a day, but the fever never subsided completely. Song Zhi felt that her stomach was suffering from drinking, but she looked at Lian'er with an expressionless expression on her face. So much care and worry, I had no choice but to pour down the pain.

Lian'er saw that he had finished drinking the medicine, so she gave him candied fruit to relieve the pain.The candied fruit that Qinuo sent earlier had already been eaten, so Lian'er boldly went to the kitchen to order some more under Meng Huan's name.

The weather is getting colder, and the snow came late this year.On the night of October [-]st, the snow rose up and fell all night.By the next morning, a thick layer of snow had accumulated in the yard, and a string of footprints were left on the snow, which belonged to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi woke up early today. She had no appetite due to illness recently, and she ate little. When she woke up this morning, she felt very hungry. After washing and dressing, she slipped to the kitchen by herself, planning to find something to eat.

When returning to his room, he passed by the garden where Meng Huan practiced martial arts. From a distance, he saw Meng Huan wearing only a single shirt, with sweat on his forehead. He was holding a long knife in his hand. Deep cold killing intent.

Song Zhi didn't like killing, so she frowned when she saw him like this, and said in her heart: "Warrior!" Then she lowered her head and hurried back to the house.

When she came back to the house, she met Lian Er, her nose was red from the cold, and she put her hands in her sleeves, she was surprised when she saw him, she immediately bowed her knees and said: "Mr. Blessings."

Song Zhi's spirit has improved a lot, and there are more smiles on her face. In the past few days, he corrected Lian'er's address to him many times, but he couldn't correct it, so he had to give up and said: "There is no need to be polite."

"Mister is not in good health yet. It snowed last night and it was cold. How could he come out so easily to blow the cold wind?" Lian Er blamed in a warm voice.

Song Zhi smiled and said, "I've been bored in the house all day, so I should come out to get some air. I think the snow scene outside is pretty good."

Lian'er smiled slightly, and while pulling him back, she said: "It's not too late to wait until the body recovers." She then asked, "Mister, why did you wake up so early this morning? It's because the servants are late."

Song Zhidao: "I'm in good health now, so I don't need to get in the way. But you, if you have work, go do it yourself. I can do my own work, so I don't need to bother you anymore."

Lian'er panicked, and quickly said: "Sir, the servant was ordered by the young master to take care of you, please don't drive the servant away!"

The panic on Lian Er's face was too obvious, Song Zhi looked at her with some doubts, thought for a while, and said gently: "Have you had breakfast?"

Lian Er said: "I've used it, Mr. Xie is concerned."

Song Zhi nodded: "Then come in." After speaking, she was about to push the door open, but Lian Er rushed to open the door before him.

"Please sir."

Song Zhi saw that she really couldn't hold her back, so she let her go.

Lian'er entered the room, took a breath of hot air on her hands, warmed her hands, and then put her hand on Song Zhi's forehead to test the temperature.

Song Zhi smiled and looked at her: "Try it, it's great."

Song Zhi's face was cool because of the cool wind blowing outside, Lian'er tried it for a long time before she said with a smile: "Sure enough, I have completely retreated."

Song Zhi: "Can I still lie to you?"

Lian'er pursed her lips and smiled, and asked, "Do you have any plans for today, sir?"

"Looking at the book, there is no arrangement." Song Zhi pointed to the chair, "Sit down, take care of me these few days, you have worked hard."

Lian Er didn't dare to sit, she only heard Song Zhi say that she wanted to read a book, she looked at the shelves full of books, and sincerely praised: "Mr. is so knowledgeable and diligent!"

Song Zhi casually took a book from the shelf, and said with a smile, "It is precisely because I am not knowledgeable that I must be diligent."

Lian'er thought for a while, then said worriedly: "Mr. is in good health, I'm afraid reading a book will hurt my spirit."

Song Zhi smiled: "Reading is not only effortless, but also pleasant and nourishing."

Lian Er hesitated, "Really?"

Song Zhi sat down in front of the desk. He often had to make some notes when reading, so he raised his hand to grind.

Lian'er hurried up one step: "Slave servant, come on, sir."

Song Zhi was surprised and said, "You still know how to grind?"

Lian'er: "I used to serve Miss Saran, and she could also write, but not in Chinese."

Song Zhi wanted to say no, but after another thought, Lian'er was sent by Meng Huan to serve him, if she was not allowed to do anything, she would feel uneasy, so she nodded: "Okay, come on."

Lian'er responded, stepped forward to grind for Song Zhi, secretly glanced at the book in Song Zhi's hand, but couldn't understand a single word.

"Can you read?" Song Zhi asked suddenly.

Lian Er shook her head.

The ink was ready, Song Zhi held the pen in her right hand, dipped it in the ink, and wrote a line of tiny characters on the side of the page.

"Mister's handwriting is really beautiful." Lian Er said.

The two were talking when the door suddenly opened, and Zeno's voice sounded outside the door: "Slow down, master."

Song Zhi was a little surprised, Meng Huan is here?

Lian'er was startled, and immediately went to the door, bent her knees and said:

"Master Wanfu."

Meng Huan stomped the snow on his boots, walked into the house, took off the sable Dahu, handed it to Qinuo, nodded to Lian'er, looked up and saw Song Zhi reading a book in front of the desk, with a smile on his lips .

Song Zhi got up belatedly and bowed to Meng Huan: "Master."

Meng Huan said: "You look good, so you've recovered from your illness?"

Song Zhidao: "Thank you, Young Master, for your concern. It's already well."

Meng Huan stepped forward and picked up the book that Song Zhifang had just read, flipped through it, and said, "If you are in good health, you should rest more. Reading takes a lot of energy. Is the health you have raised these days not in vain?"

Song Zhidao: "How can a villain be so delicate?"

"No?" Meng Huan smiled, "People who are afraid of suffering after taking medicine."

Song Zhi: "..."

At this time, Lian'er was still kneeling aside and unable to get up, hearing the familiarity and intimacy between Meng Huan and Song Zhi's conversation, she felt more and more that her hard work these days from getting up early to dark was not in vain.

At this moment, Meng Huan waved to Lian'er: "Get up, and go to the accountant to receive the reward."

Lian Er was a little happy in her heart, but she didn't show it, she lowered her head slightly: "Master Xie." After saying that, she bowed and retreated, carefully covering the door for a few people.

Meng Huan said to Song Zhi again: "I brought you a tahu, and you wear it when you go out again. It's windy and cold outside."

Qinuo responded and handed over the white coat. It looked like a fine silver fox fur, so it must be very warm. Song Zhi only glanced at it, but didn't take it, and said softly, "Master, the villain can't bear it." .”

Meng Huan frowned: "Do you still remember what happened that day?"

Song Zhi didn't say a word, she just acquiesced.

Zeno was surprised at the side, what happened that day?Was it the day Song Zhi was punished to kneel?

What happened that day that he didn't know?

Is it because of what happened that day that the young master is so kind to Song Zhi?

Meng Huan seemed a little helpless: "Just now I saw you walking in a hurry, I think it's cold outside, you are angry with me, why bother with your own body?"

"The matter of that day is over, I won't bring it up again in the future, this should be an apology, do you think it's okay?"

Zeno was completely shocked.

When did his young master become so kind and lovely?

apologize?

Meng Huanchang has never made an apology to anyone at his age.

But this morning, seeing Song Zhi hurried past with her shoulders shrunk, obviously frozen, Meng Huan unconsciously felt a little annoyed.

This man has been sick for so many days, and he doesn't know how to cherish his body.

During these days when Song Zhi was convalescing, Meng Huan had never been here except once on the first night. He hadn't seen anyone for so many days and didn't feel anything. Only when he caught a glimpse of his figure this morning did he feel a little bit of it. Ruth wanted to see him.

So Meng Huan came suddenly with the answer, but he didn't expect this sour scholar to be ungrateful.

Meng Huan was actually angry.

But looking at the faint red marks on Song Zhi's forehead, Meng Huan had no choice but to be patient and not lose his temper.

It was the injury caused by the inkstone smashing last time, and now the scab has fallen off, but a little trace can still be seen vaguely.It was too deep at the beginning.

Meng Huan said again: "Since you taught me to write, you are also considered half a master. According to the etiquette of your Han people, it is not too much for a master to accept one answer from a student, right?"

Song Zhi heard that what he said was really reasonable, so she nodded and accepted it: "Thank you, young master."

Zi Nuo felt that Song Zhi's EQ was really low, and after saying thank you, there was no more to say. Meng Huan entered the room for a long time, but still stood there without taking a sip of tea. He didn't know what Meng Huan liked about him. Stinky skin?

Thinking of this, Zi Nuo couldn't help being shocked by his sudden thought. He looked at Meng Huan's expression, then at Song Zhi's face, swallowed, and said in his heart, "...No way?"

"Song Zilan."

"Master."

The two suddenly spoke at the same time.

Meng Huan glanced at Song Zhi and waved his hand: "Tell me first, what's the matter?"

Song Zhidao: "The villain has not been able to go home these days due to illness, Xiuniang must be very worried, so I want to ask the young master for a day off, go back to report that I am safe, and visit Xiuniang, okay?"

Meng Huan: "..."

Zi Nuo obviously felt that Meng Huan was angry, and he said to himself: "This silly boy, it's too bad."

Meng Huan wanted to say, since he recovered from his illness and recuperated, let's continue to teach him how to write, but he didn't expect Song Zhi to ask for leave as soon as he spoke, and suddenly felt like his good intentions were eaten by dogs.

And although Song Zhi noticed that Meng Huan seemed to be angry, it might be that Meng Huan had already punished him too much, so she was not afraid, and added: "The young master promised me earlier that I would have one day off every ten days."

"The young master should count on what he says."

Meng Huan: "..."

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Note: Dahu is a fur robe, silver fox and sable are both valuable furs, which are not afforded by ordinary people.