Southerners

Chapter 9 Wind and Rain 1

Hearing Bai Man'er's voice, Song Zhi was startled, stood up abruptly, and knocked over the books on the case.

Song Zhi rushed out the door in a hurry, but it was inconvenient to come in and out of Bai Maner's house at will. Instead, Xiu Niang went in and took a look on his behalf. After she came out, Xiu Niang said, "Don't worry, young master. It's just that someone played a prank on Bai Man'er's boudoir. Throw a bloody villain in there."

Bai Man'er's cry alarmed the neighbors, everyone came out to watch, Bai Azhu had no choice but to come out and explain one by one, apologizing endlessly.

It has only been less than two months since Bai Chongjiu passed away, but Song Zhi looked at Bai Azhu's description as if he had aged ten years, his originally sallow complexion became even more sallow, his eye sockets were sunken deeply, and his whole body Very thin.When she spoke, her eyeballs froze in their sockets, and her whole body was lifeless.

Bai Chongjiu's death really hit her hard.

In the past two years, because he had no son, Bai Azhu loved Song Zhi very much. If there was a bowl of meat in the family, he wanted to share half of it with Song Zhi.So Song Zhi felt very uncomfortable seeing her like this.

After sending off the neighbors, Bai Azhu was about to enter the house, but she saw Song Zhi standing at the door, she paused, turned around and showed Song Zhi an ugly smile, and said, "Brother Lang, let's go in." , I'm fine, please worry about it."

Song Zhi had a sore nose, and said: "Aunt Bai, if something happens, just tell me, don't support yourself, since I lost my father, I can't lose my mother."

Bai Azhu smiled: "Thank you, Brother Lang, I know."

Regarding the farce of Bai Man'er's family, Xiu Niang didn't think much about it, but Song Zhi's heart was suspended.He understood that this was Meng Huan's warning to him.

But why?Why did Meng Huan insist on letting him be the Chinese teacher?There are countless people in the world who can be his Chinese teachers. Is it just to humiliate him?

No matter what it was for, three days later, Song Zhi still followed Meng Huan's request and went out early, heading towards Taipingfang.

Taipingfang is along the Jinshui River. From Danguifang to Taipingfang, you need to cross the Jishuitan from Haiziqiao, which spans half of the capital, and the journey is very long.

When Song Zhi arrived at Meng Huan's mansion, it was Chen Shi.The sun has risen and hangs slantingly in the sky. It is already September, and the sun is not scorching in late autumn. The breeze even carries a bit of the chill of early winter.Sunlight cast Song Zhi's slender figure on the ground, casting a slender shadow. The flat bluestone floor was very clean, presumably cleaned frequently.

Meng Huan's mansion was built in a very grand style, with two stone lions on both sides of the gate, standing majestically, exuding a bit of murderous air for no reason, just like the inadvertent coldness of its owner, which makes people shocked.

The door of the mansion was wide open, and the guards standing on both sides were all tall Mongolians.

Song Zhi wiped the sweat from her palms on the corner of her clothes, knowing that since entering Meng Huan's mansion, his life will be completely changed, and his insistence on moving out of Zhang Hui's mansion in the past two years has become a joke.And all of this cannot be let Xiu Niang know.

Song Zhi thought, compared to Xiu Niang, he might be a little more cowardly.

"Young man! What are you doing sneaking around there?" The Mongolian boy guarding the gate noticed Song Zhiduo, saw that his eyes were evasive, and he didn't look like a good person, so he asked immediately.

Song Zhi bit her lips, went up and cupped her hands, said: "Brother, Xiaosheng came to your residence to teach Chinese at the request of Captain Meng. Please let me know."

The Mongolian listened, looked Song Zhi up and down, and said, "So it's you. My lord has already ordered you to go in directly after you come, and you don't need to report."

"Please." The Mongolian said.

Song Zhi bowed again: "Thank you." Just now she lifted her clothes, stepped up the stone steps, and entered.

As soon as he entered the front yard, a tall and thin Mongolian boy came over and squinted at Song Zhi: "Are you Song Zilan?"

Song Zhi responded "Yes".

The Mongolian boy said: "My name is Qinuo, and I followed the young master. The young master told me to wait for you here, and you follow me."

After Zi Nuo finished speaking, without looking at Song Zhi, he turned his head and left.Qinuo walked extremely fast, and it didn't matter if Song Zhi could keep up or not, Song Zhi had walked for a long time before arriving at the Meng Mansion, and now she had no choice but to follow panting.

After walking for a while, Zeno paused and said, "This is it."

Song Zhi wiped off her sweat, panted heavily, and said, "Thank you."

Zi Nuo turned his head and saw that he was out of breath after taking these two steps, his contempt even worsened, he held back and said nothing, and raised his voice to the room, "Master, Song Zilan is here."

Then Meng Huan's steady and clear voice came from inside the room: "Let him in."

Zeno opened the door and gave Song Zhi a corner of his eye: "Go in."

Song Zhi took two deep breaths, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and stepped in to make herself look less embarrassed.

Passing through the porch, bypassing the screen embroidered with lions and tigers in gold thread, Song Zhi finally saw Meng Huan clearly.

Meng Huan was wearing a dark blue Mongolian gown made of velvet and brocade. There were gorgeous dark patterns on the collar and sleeve edges. There was a silver buckle around his waist. The hollow pattern of honeysuckle was exquisite. Hanging a crimson evader.

Meng Huan was standing in front of the desk, with his left hand behind his back and his right wrist hanging, as if he was writing.

He lowered his head, his black hair hanging down his ears.

Hearing the voice, Meng Huan didn't raise his head, and said calmly, "Come here."

Song Zhi glanced back, and saw that Zeno had closed the door and was standing outside.Song Zhixin said, don't you just write a word, I can't teach it anymore?Then he strode up.

Walking to Meng Huan, Meng Huan stopped writing, picked up the roll of paper, dried the ink carefully, and said quietly: "My brother Ai Chi hates Confucianism, so I haven't studied it carefully, but Your Majesty, especially Prince, you highly respect Confucianism."

Song Zhi raised her eyes to look at him, Meng Huan's handwriting...was very ordinary, and he wanted to hear what Meng Huan thought of Confucianism.

Meng Huan folded the paper casually and said, "I hate the Han people." Meng Huan said it very bluntly.

"Especially you, who are stubborn, pedantic, powerless, and as thin as a woman."

He tore it lightly with both hands, and the paper was reduced to shreds.

"You Han people's rules and regulations, what are the laws of nature and ethics, in my opinion are all bullshit."

"As for any poems and songs, they are even more meaningless. After reading all the poems and books, when you go to the battlefield, you are still not my all-in-one enemy. As long as I have a knife, they will all become the souls of my sword."

"What are you looking at?" Meng Huan glanced at Song Zhi, "Not convinced?"

Song Zhixin knew that she had nothing to worry about with this kind of person, but she still couldn't help but feel a tight breath in her chest, which was so hot that she couldn't breathe.He took two deep breaths, managed not to turn around and leave, his lips trembled, and then he sneered, "Since it's useless, why did you call me here?"

Meng Huan glanced at him and said nothing, but the contempt in that look was self-evident.

Song Zilan was about to curse, but Xiuniang taught him very well, so she just sneered: "...it's useless, but at least it's better than a barbarian country like you, who drink blood, disregard ethics, and have no morals..."

Before Song Zhi finished speaking, Meng Huan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his throat.

Meng Huan's strength was astonishing, and he almost grabbed Song Zhi's neck with one hand and lifted him up. The veins between Song Zhi's forehead and neck burst, and her entire face became red due to lack of oxygen and congestion, but she didn't say a single word. not come out.

Song Zhi grabbed Meng Huan's hand with both hands, unable to exert any strength, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, unable to fight back, but Song Zhi's eyes were still stubborn, showing no sign of admitting defeat.

Meng Huan originally wanted to see when he begged for mercy, but seeing that he was about to die, this man was still as tough as a bone.

Just when Song Zhi was about to suffocate, Meng Huan let go of her hand, and Song Zhi fell to the ground, and suddenly coughed violently, until tears came out.

Meng Huan wiped his hands with a silk cloth, and said softly, "Have I been too gentle, making you mistake me for a good-tempered person?"

Song Zhi was only focused on coughing and breathing, and didn't pay attention to what he said.

Meng Huan said again: "Answer me."

The slightly sinking voice and the short imperative sentences suddenly revealed a threat.

Song Zhi lowered her head and rubbed her bruised neck. After a long while, she answered in a low voice, "...don't dare."

Meng Huan glanced at him, took a military book from the shelf and sat down to read it.

"Since you're in my house, be careful when you speak. Open mouth will only kill you, and won't make you look so unyielding."

Song Zhi still lowered her head: "Yes...the villain understands."

Meng Huan said again: "Get up and tidy up here."

Meng Huan just tore the scroll all over the floor.

Song Zhi agreed, got up from the ground, cleaned up the scraps of paper one by one, and saw Meng Huan still focused on reading the book of war.

Meng Huan didn't tell him what to do, he didn't arrange any errands for him, he agreed to teach Chinese, but he ridiculed Confucianism when they met. Watching the nose and nose, he stood on the side with his hands down, waiting for Meng Huan's order.

Meng Huan, however, acted as if he hadn't noticed that there was someone else here, and read page by page so fast that Song Zhi almost doubted whether he could read the words clearly at this speed.

Meng Huan seemed to know what he was thinking, and continued flipping through the book while saying, "I've read this book no less than ten times, and I can already memorize the content in the book."

Song Zhi remained silent and ignored him.

Meng Huan said: "Didn't your "Analects" say, 'Learn the new by reviewing the past'?" It seemed that the slender neck was about to be broken.

Meng Huan took out a bottle of medicine from nowhere and threw it to Song Zhi: "Pick some medicine yourself, it's an eyesore."

Song Zhi took the medicine, wiped it carelessly because she couldn't see the wound, and returned the medicine bottle to Meng Huan, but Meng Huan didn't take it: "Don't return the things you used, take it yourself Bar."

Song Zhi actually didn't want his things, but she didn't dare to throw them away in person, so she had to swallow the medicine bottle and put it in her arms.

Meng Huan said again: "The master gave me medicine, but I won't say thank you for a reward?"

Song Zhi gritted her teeth, and was about to speak, but found that her throat hurt, and it was very difficult to speak, but she had to say, "Thank you, sir, for giving me the medicine."

Meng Huan didn't say anything more, he waved his hand, and said, "Zino has already packed up your residence. I know you live far away, and it's inconvenient to go back and forth. You will live here in the future, and you don't have to go back to Danguifang."

Song Zhi was anxious: "How can this be done?" It was because her throat was hurt just now that she couldn't say this, and Song Zhi coughed violently again.

Meng Huan frowned. Seeing that he was coughing like a tuberculosis man, he was very disgusted. He waved his hands and said, "You don't have to say much. I told you to stay, so you can stay. Why not? If you are worried about your family, I will He ordered someone to go and inform him."

How could Song Zhi be willing, if she didn't go back, Xiu Niang would definitely not be able to pass the test, she was in a hurry to speak, but couldn't speak.

Meng Huan was speechless, pointing to the pen and paper on the desk: "Write."

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