Southerners

Chapter 82

Meng Huan pursed his lips and let go, but did not leave.

"Is that why you don't want to see me?"

Song Zhi: "Yes."

Although he knew he was angry, Meng Huan was still very angry with him, held back for a long time, and said: "Your Majesty is going to conquer Japan for the third time."

Song Zhi raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Oh."

Looked like he didn't care.

In fact, Song Zhi had long been numb to the Yuan court's penchant for aggression from all sides, so she didn't respond.

Meng Huan continued patiently: "The crown prince ordered me to discuss the Eastern Expedition with several marshals."

The implication is that once the specific plan is discussed, he will go to Japan again, and the return date is uncertain. After this farewell, we don't know when we will meet again.Before parting, Meng Huan didn't want to make too much trouble with Song Zhi, he wanted to have a good time with Song Zhi, but why didn't this person understand?

When Meng Huan consciously said such words, he was already bowing his head.

But Song Zhi frowned after hearing this, and missed the point: "Are you going to fight again?"

The tone sounded very dissatisfied, not at all the reluctance Meng Huan had thought.

Meng Huan's heart suddenly cooled down, and he said lightly, "Yes."

Song Zhi was a little depressed for a while.

One is because of Meng Huan's injuries. He was so badly injured, and he was in a hurry to go out without caring about his own body. Marching and fighting is more important than his own body?

On the other hand, I also don't understand why Meng Huan is always like this, constantly fighting everywhere, why can't he stop fighting?

But thinking of Meng Huan's expression when he told Meng Huan last time not to go out to fight again, the words of persuasion stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it no matter what.

It's useless to talk too much, Meng Huan not only won't listen, but will only get angry with him.

Because Song Zhi didn't know that Meng Huan was born for war, and only on the battlefield could he become Hazier and Meng Zhengnan.

Meng Huan's brother Ai Chi was General Huduhu, a man who had been a soldier all his life, and made great contributions to the expansion of the Yuan Dynasty.Meng Huan was his son, so the blood of war and conquest naturally flowed in his body.From the time he entered the battlefield at the age of 15, he belonged to the battlefield.

But Meng Huan didn't know that Song Zhi hated war, hated all aggression, and sneered at Meng Yuan's self-righteous conquest. The nature in the bones cannot be changed.

"Why, are you dissatisfied?" Meng Huan asked.

Song Zhi turned her head away: "Don't dare."

dare not?Meng Huan wanted to walk away, but this man deliberately angered him, but he thought that he would really go to the east... I don't know how long I won't see Song Zhi, and I don't want to quarrel with him.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Meng Huan asked.

Song Zhi raised her eyelids, glanced at him, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips: "What do you want to hear, General Meng is very brave, Dayuan's iron cavalry is invincible, wish General Meng a triumphant return?"

"If that's the case, forgive Song Zhi for being stupid and won't say it. General Meng wants to hear it. Go to your beauties. They will definitely be willing to talk about it."

The words were almost harsh.

Meng Huan couldn't understand why Song Zhi was losing his temper: "If you continue to behave like this..."

"what do you want?"

Meng Huan frowned, Song Zhi was a little abnormal today, her temper was inexplicably violent, and every word was against him.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Song Zhi snorted lightly, and the corners of her lips curled up in a slightly sarcastic arc. He turned around and sat down in front of the table. After the table was split in half by Meng Huan, it was replaced with a new one, which was stronger.

Poured himself a cup of tea, Song Zhi drank it slowly, and said, "What can I do? General Meng and your Dayuan army are invincible. This Eastern Expedition will naturally crush the whole of Japan with ease."

Song Zhi raised her head and looked at Meng Huan: "Is this enough?"

The tone was light and indifferent, but the sarcasm in it made people feel distressed.

"If it's enough, please ask General Meng to leave."

Alienated and cold.

This kind of Song Zhi was the last thing Meng Huan wanted to see, even if Song Zhi lost his temper with him, it would be better than this.

"Are you mad at me for putting you under house arrest, for arresting you and not letting you go to Yangzhou?" Meng Huan asked.

Song Zhixiang heard some joke: "Should I not be angry? I should also be grateful to Dade, does General Meng value me so much?"

Meng Huan glanced around, and found that these maidservants really had no eyesight, they were still sticking here like logs, and they all got angry at Song Zhi, "What are you doing standing here? Get the hell out of here." !"

Facing the enraged Meng Huan, Song Zhi didn't even move her eyebrows, Lian'er and Tao'er hurriedly responded, bowed and stepped back.

Without outsiders around, there was only Song Zhi in front of him, who made his teeth itch with anger.

Meng Huan said: "Let me ask you, if I hadn't caught you back that day, would you have planned to leave Dadu like this and never come back?"

Song Zhi said, "Yes."

Meng Huan: "When you decided to leave, didn't you think about me?"

Song Zhi said, "Thought about it."

Meng Huan paused slightly, waiting for his next words.

"But young master, go and ask," Song Zhi rarely told the truth to Meng Huan, and glanced outside the house, "Who would believe that you will never marry a wife for the sake of a man?"

If Meng Huan were to marry a wife, with Song Zhi's pride, he would never give in.

Meng Huan looked at Song Zhi almost sadly: "What about you, do you believe me?"

Song Zhi replied without any hesitation: "I don't believe it."

"So you decided to get out as soon as possible?"

Song Zhi didn't answer, but the meaning in her eyes clearly answered for him: That's right, that's it.

Get out of here while you can.

Meng Huan took a step forward, and was very close to Song Zhi. With such a close distance, Song Zhi could feel Meng Huan's breathing, slightly trembling and slightly heavy, unlike Meng Zhengnan who was always calm and calm. Also different from Hazier, the number one warrior of the Yuan Dynasty that everyone admires, Meng Huan's heartbeat is also faster than before.

At this moment, no matter how hard-hearted Ren Songzhi was, he couldn't bear it anymore. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Meng Huan's expression.

Meng Huan leaned down slightly, and hugged Song Zhi's shoulders, his lips hesitantly fell on the tips of Song Zhi's ears, as soft as a cloud.

"So, if I go east to Japan, you will run away again, won't you?"

The voice rang in my ears, low and light, like sighing helplessly, begging like expecting.

Song Zhi suddenly began to feel uncontrollably sad, for himself and for Meng Huan.

He clearly knew... He clearly knew from the very beginning that this day would come, he clearly knew from the very beginning that they would not have a good result.

But he still couldn't help the temptation, couldn't help his heart that was ready to move, and kept getting closer to Meng Huan, and then closer.

Up to now, Meng Huan has firmly occupied a place in his heart, and if he wants to pull it out, his heart will be torn so bloody.

"Answer me." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi asked herself secretly: "Can I trust him?"

The body is surrounded by a familiar atmosphere, so greedy.

But can he trust him?

For a moment, Song Zhi wanted to convince herself... What if he could really do it?Could he really be the only one forever?

Song Zhi raised her eyes and looked at Meng Huan. Meng Huan looked at him with focused, serious, soft and sad eyes, full of expectation. Song Zhi couldn't help raising her hand and caressing Meng Huan's side face. He remembered that in the 18th year of Yuan Dynasty, they When they met again on Anzhenmen Street, Meng Huan had a wound on his face, but now, the wound has completely healed, not even a scar left.

"...You, be more careful then."

Song Zhi raised her head and kissed Meng Huan's lips, and whispered when they parted, "...don't get hurt."

But still did not answer Meng Huan's question.

Will he leave again?

When Meng Huan just brought him back, although he was reluctant, he was still a little happy after all. No one wanted to be separated from the one he loved, but getting along these days, especially today's conversation, made Song Zhi more clearly realize that , staying is not a good choice.

Meng Huan didn't allow him to dodge, he clasped the back of Song Zhi's neck, bowed his head and kissed his lips.

In this love affair that was not favored from the very beginning, Song Zhi has always been regarded as the one who will be hurt. After all, Meng Huan represents power, and Song Zhi has almost nothing except the love Meng Huan gave him.

But few people thought that in order to make this love continue, Meng Huan had to endure much more pressure and compromise than Song Zhi.

And his lover is so proud and stubborn, like a proud peacock, he should be worthy of the best in the world, but he is as fragile as jade, beautiful and fragile, Meng Huan wants to accommodate his edges and corners, and still To protect him from being broken.

But if all these sacrifices can be exchanged for this person by his side, it will be worth it after all.

However, Meng Huan didn't know that Song Zhida never trusted him from the very beginning until now.

How can I make him believe him?

After the kiss, Song Zhifu panted in Meng Huan's arms.

Meng Huan's throat twitched. Promises are the most feeble words. If you talk too much, it will make people feel hypocritical, as if they are just love words that you can say casually for coaxing people.

"Then can you... don't rush to leave for now, and stay with me for a few more years."

How many ways can you prove your sincerity?Not much, but time must be the best way.

If he can keep him alone for one year, two years, three years, then Song Zhi will gradually trust him, right?

Song Zhi lowered her eyes, clutching Meng Huan's lapel in her hand.

The air condensed little by little in the silence, and so did Meng Huan's heart.

When the wind blew through the tops of the crabapple trees, making the green leaves rustle, and when the clouds floated to cover the golden sun, Song Zhi finally agreed softly and in an inaudible voice.

"it is good."

How many years is it?Song Zhi didn't know.

But in any case, let this love have a deadline, and people will not look forward to more than ten years, decades, or even a lifetime, so that it will become visible.

Although there is a cliff at the end, it can make Song Zhian feel at ease.

Just a few years, he thought.

Before that date, Meng Huan belonged to him, and he belonged to Meng Huan.

While planning the Japanese conquest, Meng Huan was also preparing for one thing.

As early as the first ten days of March, Meng Huan's Abuhe Instigator defeated Champa. On March [-], Meng Huan's Ai Chige Kudu Hu ordered people to recruit the ruler of Champa. At the end of March, the ruler of Champa sent The matter came down, and according to the request of the Yuan court, he ordered his son to enter the court.

It is now April, and counting the days, it is almost time to arrive.

This means that Jidu and Huduhu will arrive in Shangdu with the Zhancheng envoy and the prince in a short time. Kuduhu and Meng Huan haven't seen each other for a long time, and they will probably stop by Dadu to see their son.

Meng Huan didn't mention this to Song Zhi.

Because Meng Huan didn't want Song Zhi to think wildly.

Conquering the sun is not something that happens overnight, and Meng Huan knew that even if he really went to the east, he would not leave for a short time.

Before leaving, he had to fight a tough battle with his brother Ai Chi.