Southerners

Chapter 32

"What are you writing?" Meng Huan said sharply.

It has been a long time since Meng Huan spoke harshly to Song Zhi.

Meng Huan had read "Song of Righteous Qi" and respected Wen Tianxiang quite a lot, but he didn't want Song Zhi to be like Wen Tianxiang, and he didn't want Song Zhi to be like those pedantic literati, blindly embracing his so-called patriotic heart.

Song Zhi looked up at him and said, "Song of Zhengqi."

Meng Huan was angry: "Of course I know it's a song of righteousness!"

Meng Huan snatched the pen from Song Zhi's hand and reached out to snatch the paper, but was stopped by Song Zhi.

"Let go." Song Zhi said.

"Zi Lan!" Meng Huan frowned, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Song Zhi ignored him, pushed Meng Huan's hand away, lowered her head to dry the ink, carefully rolled up the paper, put it away, and said, "Of course I know."

"Then do you know that if this piece of paper is seen by someone with a heart, it is enough to kill you?" Meng Huan said angrily, "Even Zhang Youcheng can't protect you!"

Song Zhi said lightly: "Then don't protect it."

Meng Huan froze, grabbed Song Zhi's hand, looked into his eyes, and asked, "What happened?"

Song Zhizheng couldn't break free, so she simply gave up.

Meng Huan recalled what happened recently, and suddenly realized: "Is it because Zhangzhou Chen Diaoyan was killed?"

Meng Huan's guess was extremely accurate.

"Master," Song Zhi said in a calm tone, "because it doesn't matter, if you want to be loyal to your majesty, you can kill me now, or hand me over to the court."

"...It's just a word of death, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

Meng Huan stared at Song Zhi's expressionless face, feeling that he was going to be dizzy with anger, why is this person so indifferent, feeding his sincerity to the dog?

Meng Huan gritted his teeth: "You are not afraid, I am."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you will die," Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi was taken aback, her heart was shaken, she raised her eyes to look at Meng Huan, Meng Huan's eyes were deep and hot, and filled with pain and sorrow, Song Zhi's heart felt sour, and she felt a hot current in her chest, sore and swollen of.

He turned his head away from Meng Huan, and said in a low voice, "Master..."

"Zi Lan." Meng Huan interrupted him before he could say anything.

"Ok?"

"Last year when you called us barbarians, I only took you for being angry, but if you really thought so, you would be killed at any time. You are using your life to gain a patriotic reputation..."

"Lieutenant Meng," Song Zhi interrupted him, "I didn't do this to gain a good reputation. If you think so, please say a few words less."

"Even if you don't care about Pomeranian fame, that's all you actually get."

Meng Huan said: "And most people will think you are a traitor."

Song Zhi looked up at Meng Huan: "What does this have to do with me?"

Meng Huan said: "It has nothing to do with you, what about Xiuniang? Do you think you are only involved in your own life?"

Song Zhi didn't speak, and shook off Meng Huan's hand: "That has nothing to do with Captain Meng."

"Why has nothing to do with me?" Meng Huan asked back, "If this calligraphy is found out from my house, can I get away with it?"

"Then please Captain Meng take the initiative to hand me over..."

"Song Zilan!" Meng Huan said angrily, "If I wanted to hand you over, would I still talk nonsense with you here?"

Song Zhi was blocked by him, so she turned her face away and acted non-violently non-cooperative.

Meng Huan had no choice but to persuade him: "Even if you don't care about your own life or my love for you, you should still care about Zhang Youcheng's painstaking efforts to rescue you, and how Xiuniang raised you alone. Take care of your Song family because of all the hardships, now you are the only one left."

What Meng Huan said was the biggest reason for Song Zhi to compromise all these years.

In fact, Song Zhi knew early on that Chen Diaoyan's death was inevitable. He was only one person, with a few accomplices, who had instigated tens of thousands of rebels. Facing the entire Yuan court, he was completely vulnerable.Wasn't the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Song Dynasty still defeated by the Yuan army?

This is the end of the Great Song Dynasty.

But Song Zhi couldn't deceive herself, couldn't forget the fact that she was a Song person, and couldn't forget his parents who died tragically at the hands of the Mongolian army.

Meng Huan saw that Song Zhi seemed to have listened to his words, and his attitude was not as tough as before, so he softened his voice even more:

"That's the way it is. As long as you don't mention it again in the future, I will try my best to protect you. If someone really wants to find out, I can't protect you...you know?"

Song Zhi didn't answer.

"...In two days, come with me for an outing, just the two of us, no one else, okay?"

"I'm leaving Beijing in a few days, and I don't know when I'll be back."

Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

"After I leave Beijing, you go back to Xingshun Hutong, don't run around, and don't go to Zhang Youcheng's place, I'm not here, so I can't protect you." Meng Huan said, "...and I won't restrain you anymore. "

This is not the first time that Meng Huan said not to go to Zhang Hui's place. Song Zhi was a little puzzled, and vaguely felt that he had been involved in some big conspiracy, but he didn't bother to ask, and raised his face to look at Meng Huan. moved his lips:

"Where are you going?"

Meng Huan raised his hand to touch Song Zhi's face, but Song Zhi dodged it with his head tilted. Meng Huan's hand stiffened, and he retracted it as if nothing had happened, and said, "Go to Burma."

"Hasn't the Burmese sent troops?" Song Zhi asked.

Meng Huan looked at Song Zhi and asked, "You don't want me to go?"

Song Zhi immediately stopped talking.

Meng Huan didn't press for a result, he smiled slightly, and explained: "Your Majesty just came back from Liulin today, a minister handed me a note, saying that Burmese failed in the frontline battle, His Majesty was furious and decided to send more troops. "

"In a few days, the order to send troops should come down."

Song Zhi let out a "hmm".

Meng Huan paused, then asked again: "Then do you agree?"

"This expedition, I don't know when I will be able to return."

Song Zhi thought about it for a long time, and finally nodded under Meng Huan's expectant gaze: "Okay."

February [-]th is a beautiful spring day, suitable for outings. The mountain flowers are in full bloom, and the new leaves and grass are shaking their heads in the warm spring breeze, which is very lovely.

Meng Huan said it was two people, but there were really two people, he didn't even take Qinuo with him, he took Song Zhi with him on a horse, and left the city early in the morning.

The horse was a white horse without a trace of variegation, and it was tamed very tame by Meng Huan. Meng Huan took care of Song Zhi because she couldn't ride a horse, so she didn't get used to it, so she deliberately walked slowly.

Lushi Mountain is located in the southwest of the capital city. The mountain is not high, about a hundred feet high.Meng Huan rode his horse to the foot of the mountain. There were many tourists here, and it was quite lively.

Meng Huan helped Song Zhi get off the horse, then tied the horse to the stables specially prepared for tourists who came for outings on horseback, and the two went up the mountain together.

"Everyone who goes outing likes to come to Lushi Mountain. The scenery here is really good. The shape of the mountain is strange, and there are strange stones, pines and cypresses."

"Have you been here?" Meng Huan asked Song Zhi.

The air in the mountains is exceptionally fresh, with the crisp and clean breath of the morning, the quiet fragrance of flowers in mid-spring, and the fragrance of soil and grass after last night's rain.

Song Zhi took a deep breath, and felt a sense of relief in her heart, and the depression of the past few days had dissipated a lot.

Song Zhi couldn't help smiling, and turned her head to look at Meng Huan. The warm morning sun shone on his side face, outlining a beautiful arc.

"I came here with Mr. Zhang two years ago. It was still early spring, and the flowers on the mountain hadn't bloomed, but they were just flower buds. Later, I thought I didn't have a good time, and I felt a little regretful."

"...So I always wanted to come again, but I didn't expect to move out of Zhang's residence soon, and never came again."

Meng Huan smiled: "Then today I will ask you to make up for all your regrets."

Song Zhidao: "In my opinion, it is not necessary to make up for all regrets."

"After all, if I have a little regret, this Lushi Mountain will always be mysterious and beautiful in my heart. If I have a little regret, I always feel that this mountain is more beautiful than other places."

"If you make up for all the regrets, it will lose its meaning. In retrospect, you will think, oh, it turned out to be nothing more than that, nothing special."

It so happened that the two of them came to an extremely rough road, the slope was very steep, Meng Huan went up a few steps first, then turned around and stretched out his hand to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi took his hand and went up, only to hear Meng Huan continue his words: "If you leave such a little regret, it is inevitable that something will be missing, and you will be unwilling, unwilling, and dissatisfied. Only when you complete it, you will know What a beautiful view on this mountain."

Song Zhi smiled slightly, as if she didn't understand the meaning of Meng Huan's words, she let go of Meng Huan's hand when she went up the slope, and walked ahead, only caring about admiring the spring scenery in the mountains.

On the mountainside, there were vendors selling all kinds of dietary tea and fruits. Song Zhi walked up the mountain road in a good mood, not feeling tired at all, but full of energy.

"Brother, do you want candies?" A girl about the same age as Bai Man'er handed Song Zhi a handful of lion candies. The girl smiled and said, "It's very sweet!"

"How do you sell this candy?" Song Zhi bent down and touched the girl's head, asking with a smile.

"A pack costs only [-] Wen!"

"Okay," Song Zhi said, "give me a pack."

Song Zhi reached into her purse, and was about to take the money, when Meng Huan was the first to hand over a piece of silver to the girl.

The girl has a sincere temper and refuses to answer: "Too many, brother."

Song Zhi couldn't help but twitched her lips when she heard the words, a little funny, she took out twenty cents and gave it to the girl, "Take it."

The girl happily accepted it, and took out a pack of lion candies from the box to Song Zhi: "Thank you brother!"

Meng Huan: "..."

Song Zhi took the sugar and continued to walk up the mountain, only to see the peach blossoms along the road in full bloom, piled up on the branches, looking from a distance, they were scorching like a piece of pink peach blossom snow.

Song Zhi was wearing a lake-blue jacket, which made her whole body look like green bamboos, tall and handsome, and the peach blossoms were falling in the spring breeze. Meng Huan walked behind Song Zhi, and he felt that this person's demeanor was just like Pan An's. It's also hard to compare.

However, this person was eating a handful of lion candies, which was in stark contrast to his unparalleled demeanor, but it didn't look obtrusive, but rather cute.

Meng Huan followed quickly, and was about to speak when Song Zhi grabbed a lion candy and handed it to him:

"Do you want to eat?"

One, too stingy, Meng Huan thought, but he didn't pick it up, but lowered his head, put the candy in Song Zhi's hand and put it in his mouth, and licked Song Zhi's fingertips as if nothing.

Song Zhi withdrew her hand, glanced at him, then retracted her hand as if nothing had happened, stuffed a candy into her mouth, and said calmly, "Master, please respect yourself."

Meng Huan smiled with a lion candy in his mouth, and said, "It's very sweet."

I don't know what to say.

The author has something to say:

Sorry, I'm two hours late

Captain Meng is really leaving this time, and those unclear things will be explained later, don't worry