Southerners

The prince glanced at him, then sat back on the main seat, and said, "Let's talk about it first, why did you write this poem?"

Song Zhi pursed her lips, the line of her jaw was extremely tight, and cold sweat was already breaking out from her back where outsiders could not see.

The prince said: "Just tell the truth, I won't blame you."

The prince is benevolent and filial, if he says he doesn't blame him, he doesn't blame him.

Only then did Song Zhi kowtow, and plucked up her courage and said, "The villain didn't mean to stir up His Highness's sadness, but just now, His Highness ordered the villain to write whatever he wanted... The villain lost his parents when he was young, so he had only one Xiu Niang in his family. Treating the villain like a parent and child, and taking care of him for many years, the villain is what he is today. Xiuniang is like the villain's mother, and the kindness she has nurtured for the villain will never be repaid by the villain."

"So I thought of this poem for a while, in order to express the villain's gratitude to Xiu Niang, but accidentally touched His Highness's sad place... The villain deserves death!"

Song Zhi spoke with sincerity, saying how Xiuniang had raised him so hard, the prince couldn't help but think of all the situations when Empress Chabi was still alive, he couldn't help himself for a while, and said emotionally: "You have such a heart, very good."

"Although that Xiuniang in your family is not your own mother, she treats you as her own child, and you are so filial. If everyone in the world can be like you, grateful, and filial, then there will be fewer tragedies in this world."

Hearing what the prince said, Song Zhiqie breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from her palms on her sleeves.

What he said was actually true, but after all, the prince had a special status, if it wasn't for lack of a root string in his brain or ulterior motives, no one would be able to write such poems in front of him at will.

Song Zhi had heard of the prince's good name very early on, how the prince yearned for Confucianism, how he reused Confucian scholars, how benevolent and filial, and how generous, the whole Yuan knew.

But Song Zhi was not as Meng Huan thought, it was to catch up with the crown prince and take the position.He just thought that Meng Huan forcibly kept him here for some reason, and if he could leave Meng Huan with the help of the prince, it would be a good thing.

"Hazier, the scholar in your family is a filial man." The prince calmed down and said to Meng Huan.

The gloom in Meng Huan's eyes could not be concealed at all, and he replied with a smile: "There is a benevolent and filial prince like His Royal Highness here, and as subjects, naturally they also abide by the heart of filial piety."

The prince smiled and said to Song Zhi: "You said just now that you can't study because of your poor family. You are eager to learn and write well, so you shouldn't let it go to waste."

The prince said, and took a look at Meng Huan. Although he liked Song Zhi very much, since Meng Huan didn't take the initiative to give someone to him, and he didn't have the habit of stealing others' favors, he said: "Hazier, from now on this scholar In your house, you can't teach people to bury it for nothing."

This is what it means to ask Meng Huan to take care of Song Zhi.

Meng Huan responded with a smile.

At this time, a follower standing behind the prince suddenly lowered his head and said something in the prince's ear.

This man was tall and burly, clearly a Han Chinese, but as tall as a Mongolian, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a mole on the left eyebrow, which made people feel frightened.

The prince nodded to show that he understood, and then said: "It's not early, I still have official duties, so I won't bother you any more." After speaking, he stood up.

Meng Huan bowed and said, "Send off Your Highness respectfully."

Chuoman grabbed the prince's hand and said, "Abugao is busier than daddy with official duties, and he never sees anyone. Can't you spend more time with Chuoman?"

The prince pinched the tip of her nose: "Chuo Man, good boy, when you come to the East Palace during the New Year's Eve, Ah Buhe will play with you and ask your two older sisters to play with you too."

Chuoman's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "A Buhe keeps his word!"

The crown prince nodded: "This palace is the crown prince, so it is natural for me to keep my word."

Chuoman chased him out: "Abuga, Chuoman will see you off!"

After watching the prince and Chuo Man leave, Meng Huan's eyes fell back on Song Zhi, his eyes suddenly darkened, and in a rage, he copied something from the table and threw it at Song Zhi.

Song Zhi didn't dodge, she was hit straight on the ground, she staggered and fell to the ground, a few streaks of bright red blood dripped from her forehead, the black ink mixed with the blood and flowed down the cleanly washed jacket. A lot of dirt.It turned out that what Meng Huan picked up casually was an inkstone.

"Kneel down!" Meng Huan said coldly.

Song Zhi wiped the blood from her eyes casually, she felt her eyes were blushing and dizzy, she moved her legs with difficulty, knelt down in front of Meng Huan, and bent down.

He lay down extremely low, his forehead almost touching the ground, and the physiological tears that floated in his eyes dripped down, together with the blood mixed with the ink, and fell to the ground drop by drop, the ink and red gradually blurred, forming a A magnificent bloody color.

"I really underestimated you," Meng Huan sneered, "How dare you play these tricks under my nose!"

"Do you still want to climb up to His Royal Highness?"

Song Zhi moved her lips, trying to refute, but was unable to speak.

"Didn't you refuse to be an official earlier? Aren't you very noble?"

Meng Huan squatted down, pinched Song Zhi's chin with his fingers, and forced him to raise his head. The force was so great that Song Zhi's jaw was almost dislocated.

Meng Huan stared at Song Zhi's overly beautiful and charming face, and said sarcastically: "I really have such a high integrity, it turns out it's nothing more than that!"

Meng Huan suddenly let go of the grip on his fingers, and the next moment, a slap landed on Song Zhi's right cheek.

"Waiting for the barbarians over and over again, if His Highness the Crown Prince hears these words, do you think you can still live till now?"

This slap immediately made half of Song Zhi's face red and swollen, and the slap made Song Zhi's head dizzy, and her face was in burning pain.

Zi Nuo said beside him: "Master, how can I get your hands dirty?" After all, Song Zhi's face was covered with blood and ink.

Meng Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and Zeno immediately fell silent.

Meng Huan took a breath, restrained his anger slightly, and asked, "Tell me, what are you doing in the flower hall? Who told you that the crown prince is here, or did you find out that the crown prince is here yourself, and came to the crown prince on purpose?"

Song Zhi finally understood what she was responsible for, and she felt resentment, humiliation and irony in her heart.He raised his head to look at Meng Huan, with a sneer on his lips, and said softly: "A good bird chooses a tree to live in. Do you have any questions, Captain Meng?"

It was this look that made Meng Huan suddenly confirm: he had seen this face before.

Where have you seen this face?Meng Huan thought.

Definitely not in Dadu.Most of the people he came into contact with were famous and noble people, and it was rare for him to have the opportunity to come into contact with such lowly people.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Huan suddenly remembered something, and asked, "You were rescued back to Dadu by Zhang Youcheng four years ago?"

"Where were you four years ago?"

Song Zhi tilted her head and said with a sneer, "What does it have to do with you?"

Meng Huan was still reminiscing freely, his eyes casually glanced at the rolling inkstone beside him.

Inkstone...

This face... this look, that person seems to be holding something in his hand... By the way, it's a stone.

"Pujiang?" Meng Huan suddenly remembered.

That's right, four years ago, Kuduhu was appointed Dalu Huachi, the governor of Jiaxing Road, and was soon promoted to be the comfort envoy of Huangzhou Road.Meng Huan was only 15 years old at the time, and traveled all over the country with Brother Ai Chi, but he never really went to the battlefield. He felt dissatisfied. When he passed by the Pujiang River, he casually killed a few soldiers who did not obey the military order to vent his anger. At that time, there was a Han child next to him. This is what Song Zhi looks like now.

His face was dirty, he was obviously scared, and he refused to show weakness or beg for mercy. He pinched a stone in his hand and stared at him vigilantly.

Meng Huan said, "Are you the Han child I saved back then?"

Song Zhi pursed her lips immediately and stopped talking.

Strictly speaking, Meng Huan did save his life.If Meng Huan hadn't appeared at that time, Song Zhi would have been killed by those Mongolian soldiers.

Meng Huan didn't mean to reminisce about the past, and the two of them had nothing to reminisce about. Meng Huan finally figured out where the sense of familiarity came from.Recalling the child back then, I can't remember exactly what he looked like, but I only remember being embarrassed. Looking at Song Zhi's appearance now, at first glance, he is even more embarrassed than then.

"I saved it, and this is how you repay me? Heh, a good bird chooses a tree to live in?... Begging the Lord for glory, even if I kill you, it's not too much."

The Han people are very weak, and they hurt when touched.Meng Huan was not in the mood to torment Song Zhi any longer, lest something went wrong and he would not be able to deal with the prince in the future, he stood up and said, "Get lost, don't appear in front of me again."

Song Zhi bit her lip, wiped the blood from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and reluctantly said, "Master Xie." After speaking, she stood up, but she couldn't stand still because of dizziness. Meng Huan stopped in time.

Meng Huan frowned, but he didn't mind getting his clothes dirty, and helped Song Zhi stand firmly: "I don't need to come to the study for these two days."

He also told Zeno: "Take a bottle of wound medicine and send it to his room."

Zeno slandered dissatisfiedly: I beat someone and asked me to deliver medicine.

"Master Xie." Song Zhi said again, and then went back to the room step by step.

On the way, I met a beautiful girl with curly hair, deep facial features, fair skin, very beautiful.Seeing Song Zhi's appearance, she was taken aback, and told the maid next to her, "Azila, take Mr. back to the house, and I'll just go find the young master myself."

Azila is a thin girl with small freckles on her face and crooked eyes. She has never seen this battle before, and her face turned pale with fright. She quickly supported Song Zhi and said, "Mr. you."

Song Zhi glanced at her and forced a smile: "Thank you."

After Azila sent Song Zhi back to the house, he was kind-hearted and didn't leave Song Zhi alone. He poured clean water to wash away the blood and ink stains on Song Zhi's face, and then asked Song Zhi: "Sir, there is medicine here." Is it? If not, the servant will go back to the house and fetch it for you."

Song Zhi was about to say yes, when she heard the door creak open, and Qinuo stood at the door and said, "Song Zilan, your medicine."

Azila trotted over to pick up the medicine, and said obediently, "Thank you Brother Qinuo."

Zeno asked strangely, "Why are you here, where is your master?"

Azila's master is Sa Lan, who is Meng Huan's favorite concubine.

Azila said: "Go to the young master's place."

Zeno nodded, closed the door and left without saying anything.

After Azila came back, she said to Song Zhi: "Be patient, sir, it might hurt a little."

Song Zhi nodded: "It's okay."

After the medicine was wiped off, Song Zhi almost fell asleep. Azila looked at Song Zhi's face and said, "Such a beautiful face, if there is a scar on the forehead, it will be ugly. The medicine brought by the young master is definitely good. Yes, sir, wipe it a few times, and there will be no scars."

Song Zhi thanked feebly, and after sending Aqila away, she lay down on the bed and rested without even changing her dirty clothes.

Meng Huan's blow was so hard that Song Zhi was almost stunned by the blow. She couldn't even feel the pain, but only felt the warm blood flowing from her forehead.However, lying down at this moment, the wound began to hurt wildly, the pain made Song Zhi's temples twitch, and when he opened his eyes, he felt dizzy, so he had to close them.

Song Zhi sighed slightly, and thought that this blow was not in vain, at least Meng Huan would have to be cautious if he wanted to do anything to him in the future.

But why have you been injured constantly since you met Meng Huan?This person is really the evil star of his life.

Song Zhi thought vaguely, then sighed: This wound really hurts.

When Song Zhi woke up, she was awakened by a knock on the door.

The author has something to say:

Note: Xiucai here is a good name for scholars, not the meaning that everyone understands, and there is no need to pass any rural examinations.

Remember that big man with a mole on his eyebrow, he is useful.

Then, Xiaowei Meng’s concubine came out to show his presence. I have to tell you in advance that Xiaowei is nineteen years old. Although he hasn’t married yet, there are many beauties from people around him. Although the captain is not so romantic, there must still be a few people around him... Feel sorry for poor Lan Lan.

in addition!This spicy chicken wants to complain about Xiaowei Meng with his real name, a man who beats his wife is not a good man!Scumbag!Hmph, when you chase after your wife in the future, you just wait to regret it!