Southerners

Chapter 98

The skin on Song Zhi's face was very tender. When Meng Huan slapped her, a bright red slap immediately appeared.

Meng Huan would often hit Song Zhi with his hands, but rarely in the face.

Song Zhi's head was thrown sideways.

For a moment, anger?humiliation?Wronged?Or some other emotion bit by bit Song Zhi's heart, his eyes gradually turned red, and he slowly turned his head to look at Meng Huan.

Meng Huan seemed to be dizzy with anger, his chest heaving violently.

Song Zhi suddenly reached out and pulled Meng Huan's hand over, biting his arm fiercely, like an angry little beast.

Song Zhi bit hard, and immediately there was a sour taste of blood in her mouth. Her sharp teeth pierced the skin and bit into the flesh.

It hurts.

The pain from his arm was piercing, it was clear to him that it was just an innocuous injury, but Meng Huan couldn't help but clenched his fists.

But Meng Huan didn't hide, he didn't even shake his face, he looked down at Song Zhi and let him bite him.

Song Zhi was biting, tears fell down, and the teardrops fell on Meng Huan's arm, cool and wet, as if falling to the bottom of Meng Huan's heart.

He looked at Song Zhi coldly, and whispered: "Bite, bite hard."

Song Zhi suddenly lost strength, she loosened her mouth, and let go of Meng Huan's arm. He buried his face in the quilt, closed his eyes, sobbed loudly, and said incoherently, "Why, why? ……Hit me……"

"It's obviously you...it's you..."

Song Zhi cried so sadly and aggrieved, but she couldn't say anything after "It's you".

Song Zhi suddenly realized that she had no right to be jealous.

At this moment, he hated himself, if he could live a little more confusedly, he wouldn't have to suffer these pains.

The unfinished words gradually became inaudible as Song Zhi choked up.But Meng Huan knew that Song Zhi blamed him for having another woman.

Meng Huan's lips moved, wanting to say that he was actually only in the very first night, when he was drunk, touched Hanzhu, and never touched it again. In the past, she always slept in the outside room with her clothes together. To anger Song Zhi.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't speak them.

Song Zhi refused to be jealous clearly, so why should he explain?

Didn't you insist that you are a male favorite?Is it okay for the master to spoil a woman?

Seeing Song Zhi huddled under the quilt, thin and curled up into a ball, Meng Huan forcibly looked away, rolled down his sleeves, his voice was still as cold as ice, "You asked for this, Song Zilan."

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he turned and left.

Song Zhi clenched her hands into fists and slapped the bed hard, feeling powerless.

Meng Huan is forcing him.

Song Zhi huddled under the quilt, the hand where Meng Huan stepped on and broke her finger was hurting, and the wound that was roughly torn by Meng Huan was hurting, but these pains only made Song Zhi more awake.

Mr. Song is soft but not hard. The harder General Meng is, the more twisted he is.

After winter, Xiuniang's wound has gradually healed. After the wound has healed, there is a hideous scar on her right chest, which is shocking to watch.

Half a year later, she is now able to go to the ground without hindrance, but her body is still a little weak.In order to recover as soon as possible, Xiuniang would walk around every day, take a break when she was tired, and when she was resting, she would think about what happened six years ago, eight years ago, and ten years ago.

Scenes of the past are in her heart, and while Xiu Niang is nostalgic, it also makes this not young woman even more stubborn.

Xiu Niang began to think about a big matter.

She only knows two things in her life, one is to dress up the young master, and the other is to kill people.

She was a monk who became a monk halfway through killing, and only learned it after she escaped from Tongling.

As a maidservant, this may be very remarkable, but in such a war-torn era, anyone with strength may have had their hands killed.

Therefore, in the days that followed, when Xiu Niang met Song Zhi again, she gradually softened her attitude, no longer being cold-hearted towards Meng Huan as she was at the beginning.Occasionally seeing Song Zhi, I have to persuade him not to mess with Meng Huan, otherwise he will suffer.

Song Zhi was very surprised, she didn't expect Xiu Niang to say such a thing.But when he heard it, he just smiled, and said both true and false: "How dare I screw with the young master?"

At the end, he asked Xiuniang again, if she wanted to leave the Meng Mansion, he would go to Meng Huan and tell her to leave.Xiu Niang refused without thinking.

Song Zhi only said that Xiuniang was afraid of his embarrassment, so she refused, and secretly kept this matter in her heart.

In the twelfth lunar month, the snow covered the branches one by one, bending the branches of Begonia, but the fragrance of plum blossoms became more and more quiet, drifting from the corner of the courtyard to Song Zhi's window.

In the Song Dynasty, Su Zizhan had a poem that said: "The jade bones are full of worry and mist, and the icy posture has its own fairy style." The plum blossoms are proud, and Ling Han blooms alone, and the body is pure and clean.

Seeing that he liked it, Meng Huan ordered someone to break a few branches, put them in a vase, and put them in front of his window, saying that he would be able to enjoy them indoors without having to go out to suffer from the cold.

When Song Zhi saw it, she just smiled, and took out a branch from the blue and white ice plum pattern beauty shoulder vase. A slender wrist was exposed from the wide sleeve, and she held the plum blossom at her fingertips. She lowered her head and sniffed. A faint fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, Song Zhi bent her lips, looked up at Meng Huan, her smile was so faint that it seemed to disappear in the wind: "Thank you, young master."

When Song Zhi lowered her head, her soft hair hung down from behind her ears, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her thick eyelashes covered his deep eyes. Under her straight and delicate nose, her lips were slightly pursed and curved slightly, making her look so pretty. Meng Huan couldn't help holding his breath.

However, in the past six months, Song Zhi lost weight again.His complexion was a little pale due to the seldom seeing sunlight.The youthful vigor and elegance of the brows are gone, and there is an impenetrable and impenetrable gloom on the cage.

Although Song Zhi's temperament could not be said to be lively, after all, his youthful nature also likes to be lively. When the two of them are together, he always laughs until there are stars in his eyes, and he is willing to tell Meng Huan what he has read in books. fun talk.

Now, those are gone.

Meng Huan thought a little distressed, it's only been half a year, has he changed so much?

Meng Huan leaned over and held Song Zhi in his arms, resting his chin on Song Zhi's shoulder, gently sniffing the fragrance in Song Zhi's hair.

"Zi Lan..." Meng Huan murmured.

What should he say?

Say stop making trouble, stop twisting, let's live a good life, okay?

For half a year, Song Zhi was tired, why wasn't he tired?

But that damned self-esteem was causing trouble, Meng Huan couldn't say anything.

For some reason, Song Zhi misunderstood what he meant, tilted her head, kissed the side of his neck, put her hand on Meng Huan's shoulder, and said breathlessly: "Master...do you want to?"

Meng Huan suddenly felt heartache, and pulled Song Zhi's hand off his shoulder: "Could it be that I came to you only for that matter?"

Song Zhi lowered her eyes and smiled, the meaning was self-evident, but this hurt Meng Huan, and hugged Song Zhi tightly, with such strength that Song Zhi was almost strangled to suffocation.

"...I won't touch you today, I just want you to accompany me."

"Do nothing, just sit for a while."

Song Zhi said softly, "Yes, young master."

Meng Huan seemed to be in a good mood today, so Song Zhi deliberately behaved better and snuggled into Meng Huan's arms.

"Master, I have something to ask you."

Meng Huan raised his eyebrows, feeling that it was not a good thing.

Song Zhi then turned her head and kissed his lips, and said softly, "Xiu Niang is not used to living here, can you... let her go back to Xingshun Hutong?"

After Meng Huan heard this, he just said: "With her current body and bones, you can rest assured that she will go back alone? In this cold day, if there is any problem at home, no one will take care of it. Don't you worry?"

Song Zhi wanted to say something else, but Meng Huan stopped him and coaxed him softly, "Don't you like reading books? Read and tell me, okay?"

Song Zhi paused: "What books does the young master like?"

"Anything is fine, as long as you tell me." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi turned her head and swept away, got up and took a book from the bookshelf, but when she came back, Meng Huan sat in his chair.

"Come here." Meng Huan said to him.

Song Zhi walked over, but before she could stop, Meng Huan pulled her into his arms and sat on his lap. Song Zhi struggled a bit, but she couldn't, so she had to let him.

Meng Huan's hand passed through Song Zhi's armpit, wrapping him in his arms, and when he spoke, his voice was next to Song Zhi's ear.

"what is this?"

With his chin resting on Song Zhi's shoulder, Meng Huan flipped through the cover of the book in this posture, and found that it was an untitled anthology.

Song Zhi smiled: "I'll tell you, and you'll understand."

"I was the first to read "Tomb Inscription of Wu Qiang Wei Sunjun" yesterday, and I will tell the next one to the young master today."

"The next one is the tomb inscription of Guo Jun, the prefect of Yizhou."

"The Lord Jin Zhenyou crossed to the south, while the Yuan army returned to the north. At that time, Heshuo was a ruin, and there was no order. How strong was the weak mausoleum, how many were violent, who would control it?"

"Therefore, the remnants of the people devoured each other, and if there are heroes among them, the heavens will lure them to gather their neighbors, protect them from danger, and show discipline so that they will not offend each other..."

As soon as Song Zhi spoke, Meng Huan's expression changed, and he stared gloomily at Song Zhi's profile.

Song Zhi didn't realize it, and began to explain to Meng Huan.

"This paragraph is about the tyranny of the Yuan army, where it has passed..."

"Shut up." Meng Huan interrupted him coldly.

Song Zhi obediently closed her mouth, stopped talking, and still refused to admit defeat: "Didn't the young master say that you can do whatever you want?"

Meng Huan put Song Zhi down uninterestedly, and the rare quiet just now disappeared.

"You are trying to anger me on purpose." Meng Huan pulled the book out of Song Zhi's hand, "Because I won't let Xiu Niang go?"

"What did I say last time? You are not allowed to write these again, don't you understand?"

Song Zhi smiled: "Song Zhi doesn't write now, because it's winter and the weather is cold, my hand hurts after holding the pen for a long time, and I can't write at all."

The last time Meng Huan trampled on Song Zhi's phalanx, and he didn't treat it in time, the root of the disease was left behind, and he couldn't bear the cold.

Meng Huan was slightly suffocated, and turned his eyes away: "Since this is the case, then you still want to continue to provoke me?"

Song Zhi still smiled, but the smile was a bit sad: "Young Master, is there anything else that you don't allow me to do, can you finish it all at once? Song Zhi took notes on a piece of paper, hung them by the bed, recited them every day, and kept them in mind, so In order not to make the young master angry."

"You!..." Meng Huan was angry, and thought to himself, sit and accompany the fart!Get angry when you see him!will anger him!

"Hmph!" Meng Huan flicked his sleeves, "You can do it yourself, since you don't want me to come so much, I won't come."

Going out from Song Zhi's place, the more Meng Huan thought about it, the more depressed he felt. Fortunately, he was thinking of reconciling with Song Zhi just now, but this man stabbed him with a knife in a blink of an eye.

"Master!" A maid walked up to meet Meng Huan, looking at Meng Huan's expression, he must have been smitten by Song Zhi, "Miss Hanzhu invited you over, she said she made plum cake, please try it."

The maid was a little puzzled, obviously every time the young master went to Song Zhi's place, he would get very angry, and then come out angrily, why did he persist and go occasionally?

I don't know what the gentleman in the room was thinking.

She sighed secretly, thinking that it would be safer to follow Hanzhu, at least she would have a child.

I thought Meng Huan would go there happily, but after hearing this, he cast a cold glance at her: "It's been a while, and all of you have turned to Hanzhu, do you regard her as the hostess?"

"Go and tell her, it's only reasonable to let her save a little time to please me, and give birth to the child with peace of mind."

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Note: "The Tomb Inscription of Yizhou Prefect Guo Jun" is selected from "Mr. Jingxiu's Collected Works", which is Liu Yin's book.