Southerners

48 Papaya 4

"Come." Meng Huan took Song Zhi to the center of the backyard, which was relatively open.

"Take it."

Meng Huan handed the gun to Song Zhi's hand, and Song Zhi took it in a daze, only to realize that the gun was unusually heavy.

"It's so heavy." Song Zhi said.

While Song Zhi was speaking, Meng Huan put his uninjured right hand on Song Zhi's shoulder, and pinched along his bones, making Song Zhi want to laugh while hiding.

After pinching, Meng Huan said: "With your bone, 20 years is not enough to become like me. It takes 30 years."

Song Zhi hummed dissatisfied: "As far as your character is concerned, if you want to write like mine, you have to practice for 30 years."

Meng Huan laughed, and took the gun: "You start with the zama step, and practice the basic skills."

"How?" Song Zhi asked.

"Spread your feet slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, squat down, shift your center of gravity down, and look forward." Meng Huan said while doing a demonstration beside him.

Song Zhi imitated Meng Huan's appearance and followed the essentials that Meng Huan said one by one.

"Squat down again!" Meng Huan turned the long gun in his hand, and the end of the gun lightly twitched Song Zhi's thigh.

Song Zhi's lower body was unstable, her feet were messed up by the whip, and her thigh still hurt a little.

"Stand firm," Meng Huan said again.

At this time, Meng Huan was really not gentle at all, Song Zhi complained secretly.

"The horse stance is the basis of most martial arts. It can regulate the essence, qi, and spirit, regulate the qi and blood, and exercise the will." Meng Huan adjusted Song Zhi's posture while explaining, "The horse stance requires squatting. Deep, flat, steady, like you..."

Meng Huan looked at Song Zhi's trembling legs after squatting for a while: "It's absolutely impossible."

"You don't think its posture is simple, but it can exercise the throat, chest, kidney and other organs, and train the muscles of the abdomen and legs."

When Meng Huan said this, he glanced at Song Zhi, only to find that this person was staring at him intently.

"What are you looking at? Look ahead!"

Meng Huan was like a strict teacher, earnestly teaching: "Calm your mind and calm your mind, don't think wildly. If your mind is not calm, this horse gait will be meaningless."

Song Zhi said "Oh", and obediently turned her gaze back, looking at the void in front of her.

Meng Huan looked at the sun, the heat of early autumn had not subsided completely, it would still be hot at noon, but it was still early, and the morning was relatively cool.

"It's time for you to sit down for a cup of tea first, and I'll call you when the time is up."

"A cup of tea?" Song Zhi looked up at him, he felt that he couldn't hold on to half a cup of tea.

Meng Huan smiled: "Don't be afraid, it's not that difficult, I will be here with you."

Well, a cup of tea is a cup of tea.Song Zhixin said, who told him to practice, he couldn't just give up before starting.

But when he really squatted down, Song Zhi felt that this cup of tea was not easy. Normally, the time spent on cupping tea was only enough for him to write an article, but now he felt that the time passed so slowly.

Meng Huan saw that there was nothing wrong with Song Zhi's posture, so he raised his gun and went to dance with it.

With a role model, Song Zhi was full of motivation, and immediately concentrated on it, staring ahead, following the essentials of the posture, and concentrating on it.

I don't know how long it took, Song Zhi was already on the verge of falling, her legs and feet were numb, but it was not time for the cup of tea, so she silently recited "University" in her heart to divert her attention.

"The way of a university is to be virtuous, to be close to the people, and to be good."

"Knowledge and stop, then there will be sam

"..."

When Song Zhi recited "This means self-cultivation lies in rectifying one's heart", Meng Huan put away the gun and put it aside, wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked up to Song Zhi, and said with a smile: "Not bad, it's the first time to shoot a horse." You can stick for so long with only one step."

Song Zhi raised her eyes and glanced at him, but her mind was still "the so-called Qi Qi's family is cultivating themselves".

"...Although it's not very stable, the squat is getting shallower and shallower." Meng Huan said while patting Song Zhi's leg.

Song Zhi had been squatting for a long time and was almost paralyzed, so she couldn't stand such a slap from him. When her legs softened, her body fell backwards.

I don't know if it was intentional or intentional.

Song Zhi wanted to sit down on the ground, but it was not elegant, so she borrowed Meng Huan's strength and gritted her teeth to stand up.

Meng Huan's hand on Song Zhi's waist was quite honest, and he didn't do anything he shouldn't do. Instead, after Song Zhi stood firm, he patted Song Zhi's shoulder, rubbed his hands, and rubbed his ears.

Song Zhi was puzzled.

"Mobilize qi and blood." Meng Huan said, then leaned closer to Song Zhi's ear, and said softly with a smile, "It is said that the kidneys open to the ears, and rubbing the ears more will help strengthen the kidneys."

The scorching breath and suggestive words rushed to Song Zhi's ears together, making Song Zhi's ears turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meng Huan couldn't help laughing: "Why are you so easily shy?"

Before Song Zhi was annoyed, he asked, "Are you tired?"

"Tired." Song Zhi didn't have time to tease him, so she rubbed her legs, "The legs don't even belong to me anymore."

Hearing this, Meng Huan squatted down, stretched out his hand to feel Song Zhi's calf, found an acupuncture point, and rubbed it.

"Master," Song Zhi dodged, "This is not in line with etiquette..."

"Don't move," Meng Huan said, "this acupoint is called Chengshan acupoint. Pressing this acupoint can relax the tendons and activate collaterals, relieve leg fatigue and knee strain."

Meng Huan pressed it for a while, and Song Zhi really felt that her legs were not as tired as before.

"How?" Meng Huan raised his head and asked with a smile.

Song Zhi nodded: "It's much better."

Song Zhi thought for a while, and said, "Master is really well-read and knowledgeable."

Meng Huan was guilty of machismo, so he liked the way Song Zhi praised him like this, so he took Song Zhi's hand, squeezed it, then lowered his head, and pressed a kiss on the palm of his hand.

Song Zhi struggled a bit, but did not break free, her soft and warm lips pressed against such a sensitive place as the palm of her hand, Song Zhi only felt a slight itching spread from the palm of her hand, along her arm, all the way to the bottom of her heart.

At the end, Meng Huan stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Song Zhi suddenly withdrew her hand as if startled, and took a step back.

"Master..."

Meng Huan stopped teasing him, stood up, called Qinuo to put away the gun, and said to Song Zhi: "A few friends want to come over later, so I'll go first. You can walk around in the mansion as you want, Just give orders, if one Lian'er is not enough, I will call you a few more people."

"Young master is unnecessary, Lian'er will do." Song Zhi said.

Meng Huan nodded.

Meng Huan mentioned his friends, but Song Zhi somehow thought of Hao Yan, and then thought of Hao Zuocheng, Geng Canzhi, Ahe Ma Pingzhang, etc., recalling what happened in the past few months, although Song Zhi knew clearly, there must be a There was Meng Huan's gesture, but he still couldn't help but want to ask Meng Huan's answer, what kind of role he played in this, and whether he left Beijing for an alibi.

But Song Zhi didn't ask until Meng Huan walked away.

Naturally, Meng Huan will be his friends from the second generation ancestors. Meng Gutai has already disappeared with Ahema, Hao Yan is nowhere to be found, Zhang Chengyi is confined to his home, and the only ones he is most familiar with are Chuo Man, Lian Shen, and Shen. Zhizheng Shiya's lost son Yasu was gone.

Zhongshu Youcheng Maishu, who had just taken office, did not have a son named Fuzhu. He came hand in hand with Zhang Shiye, the eldest son of Zhang Xiongfei, the political adviser, and also came to meet Meng Huan and congratulate him on his triumphant return and promotion.

Meng Huan was promoted to be a fifth-rank Wude general after the campaign against Burma. With experience from the fifth-rank Privy Council, he will need to go to the Privy Council in the future, but His Majesty thinks that he is injured now, and he will recuperate for two months, and after two months Report to the Privy Council.

Zhang Shiye used to be the guard of the East Palace, and met Meng Huan, but it was the first time they met Fu Zhu, the two said a few words politely, Fu Zhu didn't want to stay for long, so he left first.The rest stayed behind to catch up with Meng Huan, especially Chuo Man.

Chuoman chattered non-stop, sometimes asking about Meng Huan's experience in Myanmar, and sometimes talking about interesting things in Dadu in the past few months, and the downfall of Ahema was naturally the most important thing, and he would talk about it in detail.

At the end, Chuo Man asked Meng Huan for a gift, and Meng Huan ordered someone to bring a jewelry box over, and inside was a wishful lotus ivory hairpin, carved from ivory, with fine texture, smooth and moist surface, and ivory white color. , The carving is exquisite.

Chuoman immediately accepted it happily, and took out a token from his bosom and handed it to Meng Huan, saying that it was Boyan who gave it to her, and he didn't know what it was for.Meng Huan accepted it dumbfounded, and found that it was a token for entering and leaving the palace. It was useless for him to keep it, but Chuo Man insisted on giving it to him, so Meng Huan accepted it.

Two days later will be the Ghost Festival, Song Zhi told Meng Huan on leave in advance, and went back to Xingshun Hutong to pay respects to her parents.

Every year during the Zhongyuan Festival, His Majesty will be in Shangdu to hold activities to worship heaven and ancestors, and send special personnel to deliver sacrifices such as imperial wine and dried mutton to Beijing, and hold sacrificial activities in the theaters of various temples. To watch the fun, Song Zhi was going to accompany her. This year, Bai Man'er didn't like to go out, so Song Zhi stayed at home and worshiped her father and mother.

Bai Maner and Bai Azhu will go to the eastern suburbs to worship Bai Chongliu.

Talking to Xiuniang at night, Xiuniang saw that Song Zhi was in good spirits and blushed, and teased him, "Young master, is there any happy event, so happy?"

"What happy event can there be? It's just that the customer has returned. In the future, my errand wages will be settled again, and I can honor Xiuniang well."

When mentioning this, Xiu Niang was a little puzzled, and asked: "The young master used to say that the client is a salt merchant, what do you do in his mansion?"

Song Zhidao: "Salt merchants also have those who are willing to be arty. Originally, they painted portraits for the people in his mansion. The customers thought it was good, so they asked me to be their painter. Ten taels of silver a month is a lot for us, but in the end A salt merchant is nothing more than a matter of leaking a few grains of salt through the cracks of the head."

Xiu Niang asked: "Master, those clothes..."

"The customer said that although he is a merchant, he is not an ordinary merchant. I became a painter in his mansion. If I dress too shabby, it will be a disgrace to him, so I bought a few pieces."

"What about the silver fox answering suddenly?" Xiu Niang asked again.

Song Zhi continued to lie while thinking, but luckily it was dark and Xiuniang couldn't see his expression clearly, otherwise she would have to reveal the truth.

"Yuan court didn't set too many rules on clothing. Silver Fox Dahu can afford it even if he has money. Although Xiu Niang looks at those businessmen who are full of money, the money in their hands is unmatched by ordinary court officials. .”

Seeing that Xiuniang still had some doubts, Song Zhi simply clarified: "Is Xiuniang worried that I will do things for the Mongols?"

Xiu Niang hurriedly said: "Young Master misunderstood, how could Xiu Niang think so? Young Master has read through the sage books, followed the Master's wife's disposition, naturally understands the truth, knows the Mongols are tyrannical, how could it be possible to give in to them."

"Xiuniang is just worried that the young master will be deceived by others when he is alone outside. Xiuniang is a woman, but now she is just a burden, and can't help the young master, so she must think more."

Originally, Xiuniang was somewhat skeptical about Song Zhi's so-called customers and errands, and this customer was too kind, especially the silver fox answering, which inevitably made people suspicious, but seeing Song Zhi's frankness, Xiuniang was very happy. Tao seems to think too much, so he doesn't bother with this matter anymore.

The next day, Song Zhi went back to the Meng Mansion, and when she arrived at the Meng Mansion, she was called to Meng Huan's room. Meng Huan turned his back to him, and seemed to be in a bad mood.

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ps: It is everyone's responsibility to protect animals, to put an end to the illegal trading of ivory products