Southerners

Chapter 62

In the past few days, it was very inconvenient for Song Zhi to apply the medicine by herself, so the wound did not show any signs of healing, but instead became inflamed, very painful, and dizzy.

Song Zhi vaguely heard someone saluting at the door: "I have seen the young master."

Then Meng Huan's voice asked, "How is he these days?"

The guard replied: "Very well, the door has never been opened except when eating."

Meng Huan didn't comment, he opened the door and went in.

Song Zhi had already groped to get up, and when she saw Meng Huan coming in, she pushed herself down to the ground and knelt down to Meng Huan.Just these few movements took a lot of effort from Boss Song Zhi.

Meng Huan refused to let him call you young master, so Song Zhi called out politely: "General Meng." Her voice was low and hoarse, weak and weak.

Song Zhi had a little fever again, the fever had subsided a few days ago, and it started again, her face was flushed abnormally, her lips were white, and her eyes were a little dark blue.

Meng Huan looked at him coldly. He hadn't seen anyone for the past few days, and his anger gradually subsided, but when he saw someone, the man still called him General, and Meng Huan became angry again, and he didn't wake him up. .

But Meng Huan didn't think about how to deal with Song Zhi.

Killing it like Saran is impossible, and driving it out like Duo Ershi is... not very willing.

But if he let him go for nothing, he was really angry.

Seeing Song Zhi struggling to kneel, Meng Huan snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, sat down on a chair beside him, and asked:

"Do you know how Saran died?"

Song Zhi palely shook her head: "Please tell the general clearly."

Meng Huan said: "At the beginning, I followed the prince's arrangement and planned the affairs of Ahema. Sa Lan's father was only a young governor, but he took refuge in Ahema. Sa Lan chose to betray me and betrayed my son for her father's sake. information."

"Of course, she didn't succeed, so I discovered her."

"And then I executed her."

Meng Huan lowered his eyes and looked at Song Zhi: "I used to trust you very much."

I didn't expect you to betray me.

Song Zhi said: "If the general wants to kill me, he can do it at any time. Song Zhi is willing to die."

Meng Huan tapped his fingers on the case and sneered:

"Willing to die? There is no such simple thing."

"Let me ask you, do you know you're wrong?"

Song Zhi lowered her head and saved Chen Diaohua, he would never regret it.

Seeing people not answering, Meng Huan only felt that the anger in his chest was faintly rising again.

"Dumb?"

"General Meng," Song Zhi said in a hoarse voice, "I...shouldn't be sorry for you, but I don't regret saving General Chen. Even if it happens again, I will still save you."

With a sound of "pa", Meng Huan flicked his sleeves angrily, and threw all the teacups on the case to the ground, breaking them all over the floor.A piece of porcelain flew up, brushing the corner of Song Zhi's eye, and a bloodstain appeared in the corner of Song Zhi's eye, the dazzling red blood flowed down, like a tear of blood.

Meng Huan was so angry that his chest heaved, and he pointed at Song Zhi: "You go to rescue? What are you going to save?"

"Song Zilan, do you think that you have the monstrous ability to rescue people under the hands of the imperial guards of the capital, under the eyes of Lord Shenzhi and His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Do you have three heads and six arms, or are you an immortal?"

"Let me tell you, Song Zilan," Meng Huanhan said, "Chen Diaohua can't escape, as long as she's still around for a day, she can't escape, I will catch her sooner or later."

Song Zhi wiped the blood from the corners of her eyes, a little blocked his sight, and said, "General Meng is a master of martial arts, so naturally he can arrest whoever he wants."

Meng Huan said coldly: "Since you know, you shouldn't disobey me and run out in the middle of the night."

"Where do you put me in this way?"

Song Zhi raised her head and looked at Meng Huan. The words of apology came to her lips, and she swallowed them again.

He was ashamed to ask Meng Huan to forgive him.

So he just knelt there and said nothing.

Meng Huan hated him for being so silent, like a rock.

"Let me ask you again, when did you connect with their people?"

"Twenty-one afternoon." Song Zhi replied.

"Before that, I hadn't approached any of them."

"That afternoon, you entered my study and looked through my things. What were you looking for?"

"I want to find out if there is any news about General Chen..."

"doing what?"

Song Zhi pursed her lips: "I... After I went to Zhuangzi, I found that I couldn't save her alone... I just wanted to..."

"Looking for a partner?"

Song Zhi lowered her eyes in embarrassment and nodded.

Meng Huan smiled slightly, and his voice was cold and low: "It seems that you are more courageous than I thought. You dare to think about the robbery by yourself."

"Go on."

"I didn't find anything in your study. Because I was short on time, I went out directly. I didn't expect to run into them just in time."

Song Zhi told Meng Huan all the details of her contact with the deputy general and others.

Song Zhi lowered her head, and Meng Huan could see that there was indeed a bruise on the back of his neck, and the general's attack was not light.

"If you seek skin from a tiger, aren't you afraid that they will kill you?"

Song Zhi wanted to save Chen Diaohua wholeheartedly, and felt that she had the same goal as the lieutenant general, but she never thought about this.

Meng Huan knew at a glance that Song Zhitian really hadn't thought about it at all, and said sarcastically, "Do you think they care about your life and death like me?"

Song Zhi lowered her head and weakly argued: "... General, she won't."

"You have met her a few times, and you dare to say that she can't?"

"Do you still think you are right?" Meng Huan asked.

"General," Song Zhi said, "I'm sorry for you, but if I do it again, I will still save General Chen. This answer will never change."

"So in your heart, saving her is more important than me?"

Song Zhi's eyelashes moved, and tears rolled down her eyes.

"If one day the general is in danger, Song Zhi will risk her life to save you."

"I saved General Chen because I am from Song Dynasty. I saved you because I am Song Zilan."

"That sounds good." Meng Huan didn't believe his words at all, "Didn't you charge up with a knife that night, trying to kill me?"

"I didn't intend to kill you..." Song Zhi said.

"Okay." Meng Huan didn't want to listen to his explanation anymore, Song Zhi was really good at pleasing him, and if he said a few more words, he couldn't let it go.

"General Meng..." Song Zhi said suddenly.

Meng Huan looked at him with his eyes.

"Lian'er, she..."

Meng Huan frowned: "You are too busy to take care of yourself, do you still have the mood to take care of others?"

Song Zhi bit her lips: "What happened that day was my own will, it has nothing to do with Lian Er, I don't want her to be dragged down because of me."

Meng Huan said: "She disobeyed my order and let you go out without permission. She should have been punished. You don't have to plead for her. You should think about yourself and what to do."

After kneeling for a long time, Song Zhi felt that her legs were sore, her knees hurt, and she had a fever and her head was dizzy, so she could hardly kneel.

"These days, you should not go out, stay in the house well, without my permission, you are not allowed to take half a step out of this door."

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he stood up and left.

Not long after Meng Huan left, Pei Ya came.

Come to treat Song Zhi.

Pei Ya saw that Song Zhi had a fever again within a few days, he didn't know what happened these days, he only heard some rumors, but judging from the situation, Song Zhi seemed to have made some mistake.

So Pei Ya was treating Song Zhi's wound while chatting with him.

"The general can't enjoy his birthday every year, and this year it happened again."

"The general is absolutely caring about your husband. If you do something wrong, please wait a moment and don't make the general angry. Otherwise, you will be the one who suffers."

Pei Ya was cutting off his necrotic muscles, Song Zhi's forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and gasping slightly, she suddenly noticed that Pei Ya said that Meng Huan had just turned twenty.

I remember not long ago that Lian'er said that Meng Huan was under twenty.

"Young master is twenty?" Song Zhi asked feebly.

Pei Ya glanced at Song Zhi: "Isn't it, you don't know?"

Song Zhi was in so much pain that she took a few breaths before she had the strength to continue asking, "When did it happen?"

Pei Ya: "Twenty-one days."

"The general's birthday is August [-]st."

"The [-]rd is the Tianshou Festival. Since the general took up his post, every year on the [-]st, he has been so busy that his feet never touched the ground. He has never had a good birthday."

"Twenty-one?" Song Zhi was taken aback, wasn't twenty-one the day they rescued Chen Diaohua?

That day is Meng Huan's birthday?Why has no one ever mentioned it to him?

Song Zhi was obsessed with thinking about this, so he gave Meng Huan such a "big gift" on his birthday?

"Hiss..." When Pei Ya moved his hand, Song Zhi suddenly recovered from the pain.

There were three main wounds on Song Zhi's body, one was on the left shoulder, the other was on the back, and the other was on the left arm.

After Pei Ya treated Song Zhi's wound, she tied it up with a bandage and went out.

"Take a good rest, heal your injury, and think about other things."

He didn't ask how Song Zhi was injured.

In the past few days, Song Zhi couldn't sleep well because of her worries and wound pain. Not long after Pei Ya left, Song Zhi fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept when I heard someone calling him.

"Sir, I've taken the medicine."

Song Zhi opened her eyes, thinking it was Lian Er, but when she looked up, she was a strange maid.

"Where's Lian'er?" Song Zhi asked.

The maidservant said: "Lian'er has been transferred away, and Jin Ming will dress up the gentleman in the future."

Song Zhizheng was about to ask why, but suddenly realized that she ran out by herself, Lian Er didn't stop him, and that's why Meng Huan dealt with it like this.

"Sir, drink the medicine." Jin Ming said.

Song Zhi glanced at the medicine bowl, and saw that it was very bitter, she frowned, there was no candied fruit yet.

"Put it there, I'll drink it myself later."

"Yes." Jin Ming replied.

After putting down the medicine bowl, Jin Ming backed out.

Song Zhi was a little worried about Lian'er, wondering if Meng Huan would make things difficult for her.

He picked up the medicine bowl, tasted a little bit, and immediately wrinkled his face.

too bitter.

Song Zhi put down the bowl, forget it, drink it later.

Then Song Zhi fell asleep.

The wound was hurting, she was still sleeping very uncomfortable, she hadn't taken the anti-inflammatory medicine, Song Zhi's whole body was burning.

The next morning, Jin Ming came in to deliver food, but found that Song Zhiyao hadn't taken any medicine.Unlike Lian'er, Jinming treated Song Zhi with a strict eye, but if Song Zhi didn't cooperate, she reported to Meng Huan directly.

When Meng Huan came, Song Zhizheng was in a heavy sleep.

Meng Huan touched his forehead and found that it was burning hot, and he was furious for a while, "Go, bring another bowl of medicine!"

Jin Ming was quick with his hands and feet, and served it immediately.

Meng Huan patted Song Zhi's face and called out, "Song Zilan, wake up."

Song Zhi was dazedly awakened by the patting, opened her eyes, saw Meng Huan, and subconsciously called out:

"Master..."

Meng Huan pointed to the cold medicine beside him, and asked, "Why don't you drink the medicine? Are you tempering yourself?"

Song Zhi woke up all of a sudden, and quickly sat up from the bed, but the wound was affected, her head was dizzy again, she was dizzy for a while, her complexion turned pale again, and she explained in a low voice: "No, I, I just... forgot. "

Meng Huan stood up, his expression still indifferent, and said to Jin Ming: "Give him the medicine."

Song Zhi took the medicine bowl, recalled the unforgettable bitter taste, and glanced at Meng Huan with some hesitation.

"What?" Meng Huan asked.

Song Zhi frowned, her face was flushed, her eyes were wet, like a sick cat, people who are sick are always sensitive and fragile, she moved her lips: "Bitter..."