Southerners

Chapter 73

"Zi Lan?" Meng Huan called again tentatively.

The person in his arms twisted his body, as if he really fell asleep.

Meng Huan sighed, tightened his grip, and kissed his forehead.

"Good night." Meng Huan said.

From the second day onwards, Azila never came to Song Zhi's residence again.

There were also two maidservants at the door of Song Zhi's room, nominally to take care of Song Zhi, in case Lian'er would not be able to take care of her alone, but in fact they acted as Meng Huan's eyes and ears.

Regarding these changes, Song Zhi didn't ask any more questions, and continued to live as she should, as if the two people at the door did not exist.

However, after a few days, Song Zhi casually mentioned it to Meng Huan, telling him not to embarrass Aqila, but Meng Huan gave a "huh" and didn't know whether he agreed or not.

Song Zhi didn't beg him anymore, instead she asked the people in the mansion where Azila had gone.

People in the mansion either kept secret about Azila's whereabouts, or just said they didn't know or saw it.

After listening to such answers too much, Song Zhi couldn't help but think of Sa Lan and Duo'er back then, who disappeared without anyone noticing, and her heart sank a little.Those two women were also Meng Huan's former roommates, who had served Meng Huan and had a friendship with Meng Huan for several years, so they disappeared from the mansion without a trace, and Azila was just a maidservant.

Even though he was wrapped in a thick sable and grilled over a charcoal fire, Song Zhi felt that the cold winter snow seemed to fall to the bottom of his heart and melt a little bit. When it melted, it sucked away the heat from the tip of his heart, keeping him cool from the bottom of his heart. To the hands and feet.

Even the plum blossoms looking out from the door have become so eye-catching.In the yard, the plum blossoms he asked Meng Huan to plant as soon as possible had already been planted. Some trees bloomed well, while others failed to be transplanted. It fell a lot.

So Song Zhi looked for an opportunity and asked Meng Huan with a glimmer of hope, "Is Aqila still alive?"

Meng Huan glanced at him and said, "A maid who has done something wrong, is it worth your repeated questioning?"

"...Young master, you have never seen that kind of tragedy... and you don't understand that the Mongols are cruel and ruthless in their bones."

Xiu Niang's words seemed to still ring in her ears.

The demonic savages in her mouth seemed to be gradually overlapping with the person in front of her who was casually talking about the life and death of a maidservant.

That's not just a maid who did something wrong, it's a real person, a kind and pure girl, the good girl who selflessly helped him when he first came to the Meng Mansion.

Song Zhi's throat twitched, and she suddenly felt sad: Azila... is it gone?

Did he lose his life just because he asked her about Wen Tianxiang?

Killing Azila and adding more maids to his house, is Meng Huan warning him?

But he obviously did nothing.

He just... couldn't help but want to pay attention, just want to know something about Wen Tianxiang, he is the hero of their Song people, can't even this?

Meng Huan held Song Zhi's hand, pulled her closer, and asked, "It's just a maid. Are you sad that she died?"

Song Zhi shrank back a little, somehow afraid of such Meng Huan.

"If you want to know anything in the future, just ask me directly." Meng Huan didn't notice Song Zhi's reaction, and just said lightly, "I will tell you everything I can tell you."

"Just one thing," Meng Huan kissed Song Zhi's nose, and said softly, "You are not allowed to deceive me and hide me." The flat tone revealed a silent threat.

Song Zhi's eyelashes trembled.

"I'm sorry...Master."

Meng Huan frowned: "You can't always remember my name."

"Zhengnan." Song Zhi called out in a low voice.

Meng Huan sighed: "Why is it as if I bullied you?"

Song Zhi smiled wryly in her heart: yes, she didn't bully me, I made the mistake of myself.

"Zhengnan, in a few days... I will go back to Xingshun Hutong."

It's already the beginning of December, and it will be Laba in two days, and it will be the Chinese New Year soon.

"So early?" Meng Huan asked.

"A few days ago, Xiuniang fell and hurt herself when she went out. It was cold and she was not in good health. I was worried that she would be alone at home with no one to take care of her." Song Zhi explained.

Meng Huan was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I'll send you a carriage when you go back."

"No," Song Zhi hurriedly said, "No need." He didn't want Xiuniang to be suspicious again.

"Then don't leave," Meng Huan said, "Xiuniang fell and injured, do you want to fall too?"

In an unquestionable tone, there is no room for negotiation.

After a pause, Meng Huan still slowed down his voice: "I will only send you to the entrance of the alley, not to the gate, is that okay?"

It was already a big concession, Song Zhi didn't bother anymore, and nodded: "Okay."

Laba, Song Zhi lived in the Meng Mansion.

In the night of Laba, there was a heavy snowfall, which bent down the unplanted plum trees, broke a few branches, and the crabapple trees were also covered with snow.

The snow outside must be beautiful, Song Zhi thought, but because of what happened at Jishuitan Meilin that day, Song Zhi didn't want to go out to see Lao Shizixue anymore.

On the ninth day of the lunar new year, after Meng Huan returned from the Privy Council, he told Song Zhi that Wen Tianxiang was going to be executed.

Song Zhi was startled, all the books in her hand fell to the ground, she hurriedly got up and asked, "When did it happen?"

Meng Huan looked at Song Zhi with deep eyes, bottomless, and replied: "Your Majesty's decree issued this morning, it is estimated that it has already been taken to the street, and asked to be executed at three quarters in the afternoon."

There was a bang in Song Zhi's head, her body suddenly lost all strength, she fell back on the chair, and thought in a daze: After all, this day has come.

Prime Minister Wen still could not escape death.

He was imprisoned for more than three years and was finally about to be executed.

Meng Huan frowned slightly, he couldn't bear to see Song Zhi's distraught look, but also got angry because of it: A defeated general who would rather die than surrender should have been executed long ago, what is there to be so sad about?

"Zhengnan," when Song Zhi spoke again, her voice was a little hoarse, with a sense of disbelief, "...can I go and see?"

The ending sound rose slightly, asking cautiously.

Meng Huan picked up the book that fell on the ground for Song Zhi, patted the ashes, and said, "Go and have a look? What are you looking at, robbery?"

The last time Song Zhi learned that Chen Diaohua was locked up in the Zhuangzi on the west side, she also asked the same question, and asked him innocently, "Can I go and see?"

Although Meng Huan was a little puzzled at the time, he agreed easily without thinking too much about it.

"No..." Song Zhi bit her lip, "I'm really just going to have a look, and I won't do anything else."

In fact, Meng Huan was just angry, and asked casually, as for the robbing of the practice field, let alone Song Zhi, even if he went by himself, the robbing would not be successful.

Seeing that Meng Huan didn't let go, Song Zhi continued: "Prime Minister Wen was a general I admired very much. After my mother passed away, Xiu Niang and I planned to join him because Prime Minister Wen and my father knew each other. "

Meng Huan didn't know that there was still this problem, and asked: "Then, why didn't you go?"

Song Zhi's expression was a little sad: "At that time, Xiuniang was inconvenient...sick and injured. We didn't go far, and she couldn't hold on anymore. I was young, and I didn't know the place well, so I couldn't find my way. I happened to meet Mr. Zhang."

"Master Zhang promised to send us to find Prime Minister Wen at the beginning, but then Prime Minister Wen attacked Jiangxi instead, and a fight broke out. It was inconvenient for Mr. Zhang to send us there again, so we had to give up."

Hearing this, Meng Huan gave Song Zhi a strange look: "Master Zhang promised to send you to find Wen Songrui?"

Song Zhi nodded, "Yes."

Meng Huan seemed to have heard something inexplicable: "Why would he agree to such a request?"

Song Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and understood, yes, Zhang Hui was originally an official of the Yuan court, how could he agree to such a request?

From Meng Huan's eyes, Song Zhi suddenly understood.

So Zhang Hui never planned to send him to find Wen Tianxiang from the very beginning?If you agree like that, is it just a temporary appeasement?

Meng Huan didn't bother with such trivial matters anymore, anyway, Song Zhi had followed Zhang Hui to Dadu anyway.

"I can take you to the execution ground to watch, but you must promise me that you will not do any drastic actions."

Song Zhi nodded cautiously: "No."

Meng Huan's trust in him was not very high, and he added: "Otherwise, I'll arrest you right away, and you won't be able to leave the house easily in the future."

Very severe punishment.

Song Zhi nodded and promised, "Never."

Prime Minister Wen is not only well-known among Song people, but also well-known among Mongolians and Semu people.

Therefore, on the day when he was executed, the streets were crowded with people, and all the alleys were empty. They all came to see the excitement, to see who was the legendary general of the Song Dynasty who made the Yuan court exhaust all means, promised to be a high-ranking official and generous salary, and could not be recruited no matter what? Others have a pair of arms and a head.

After everyone came to see it, they were very disappointed and found that Prime Minister Wen looked like an ordinary person.

Because there were so many people, the road was blocked. Song Zhi sat in the carriage, anxious, looking at the sun, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

And he was still stuck in the middle of the road, moving forward at a slow speed.

Song Zhi couldn't wait, so she jumped out of the carriage, squeezed into the crowd, and ran all the way to the execution ground. Meng Huan was so anxious that she kept chasing after her, almost wanting to arrest him right then and there.

However, despite this, it was still a little late.

When Song Zhi arrived, Wen Tianxiang's head had just rolled off his neck and landed on the ground, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have died relatively peacefully.

The thick blood vessels in the neck are constantly spraying bright red blood. The body that has been punished and imprisoned has already changed from a strong general to an extremely weak one. Shaking, knelt on the ground, and fell down with a bang.

Song Zhi covered her mouth, swallowing the screams and sobs she was about to blurt.

The heavy snow last night hadn't been cleared away, the street corners were covered with snow, the dazzling white reflected the red of the snow, which hurt Song Zhi's eyes.

The non-stop heavy snow and the whistling north wind all night have meaning. They are lamenting the passing of the general and singing an elegy all night.

"Dead dead, nothing to see, let's go, go back to lunch."

There are buzzing discussions from the onlookers.

At this time Meng Huan also arrived, ignoring the eyes of others, he took Song Zhi into his arms, patted him on the back lightly, and comforted him softly: "It's over, let's go back."

Song Zhi gritted her teeth, trying her best to ignore the unbearable ridicule around her.

A generation of famous generals died so bleakly that they were pointed out wantonly by some rascals in the market.

Song Zhi buried her face in Meng Huan's arms, not wanting anyone to know that she was crying.

Wen Tianxiang has been his idol since he was 13 years old. Song Zhi respects him, admires him, and worships him.

However, idols are also human beings, and with their own efforts, they will not be able to restore the country of the Song Dynasty or the country that has fallen apart.

What can be done is just to be decent.

But this way...is it considered death without regret?Song Zhi thought.

Surrounded by people, Song Zhi buried herself in Meng Huan's arms and cried, which was very eye-catching in the crowd. The two big men hugged each other in broad daylight. Decent, not ordinary people, citizens are better off watching the gossip of the rich and powerful, and countless pairs of eyes are looking at this side for a while, mixed with all kinds of whispering.

"Hey, look, those two over there!"

"Nowadays dudes don't like beauties, do they like small restaurants?"

"Who knows, the dude always wants to play whatever he wants."

"Look at the one in his arms, it seems to be a scholar, why do such things?"

Meng Huan's temples twitched faintly, and a dagger flew out from his sleeve, stabbing straight at one of the men's feet.

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The second update today, and the third update tonight, plus the third update, the update on the 9th and 10th will be added.