Southerners

Song Zhi fell into a drowsy sleep, as if she was not quite awake, she forced herself to sit up, and only then did she hear the voice outside the door, it was Azila calling him.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song?"

Song Zhi responded and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Hearing his voice, Azila finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Mr. just wake up. That's how it is. Seeing that the door of your room has been closed and no one came to deliver the food, I thought that Mr. probably didn't eat." , it’s getting dark now, and there’s no dinner left, so I’ll bring some food to Mr.

After Azila finished speaking, Song Zhi felt that his stomach was really hungry. He turned his head and looked out the window, and sure enough, the sky was completely dark, probably it was Xu time.

Song Zhi said: "I'm sorry." Then she got up and went to open the door for Aqila.However, his feet landed on the ground, and as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy again. Song Zhi supported the bed for a while, and said, "If you are in a hurry, you can leave the food at the door."

girl?Azila outside the door seemed to smile, and said, "Are all of you scholars like this?"

Song Zhi didn't understand, when he opened the door, Azila was standing at the door, holding the food for him in his hand.Because it was already the end of September, it was almost the beginning of winter, and it was cold at night, Azila had stood at the door for some time, his nose was a little red.

When Song Zhila opened the door and saw this situation, she couldn't help feeling warm in her heart. She never thought that in such a situation, someone would still miss him.Azila had already walked in, and put the food on the table, steaming hot but still not cold.

Azila said: "Eat it while it's hot! After eating, I have to put the bowl and chopsticks back and report to the lady."

Song Zhi had thanked her, and now that she was hungry, she didn't show any politeness, and picked up the bowl and ate voraciously.

After finishing a bowl of rice, Song Zhi remembered something and asked, "Did your lady ask you to come?"

Azila: "Yes."

Song Zhi: "Your lady is...?"

Azila covered her mouth and smiled: "Mr. also met in the afternoon."

Only now did Song Zhi think of the beautiful girl she met when she came out of the flower hall, she felt a little embarrassed, and said, "Sorry, I was too flustered this afternoon... I didn't pay attention."

After eating, Song Zhi said again: "Thank you Miss for me."

Azila pointed to Song Zhi's clothes, and said, "Sir, you haven't changed your clothes yet."

Song Zhi looked down, and found that she was still wearing the clothes covered in blood and ink in the afternoon. When she came back, she was in so much pain that she didn't even bother to change it. She didn't expect him to see outsiders with such honor, and her face was filled with shame. It was red, and I didn't even know where to put my hands.

Azila raised his hands to cover the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "It was dark, and the servant didn't see anything. It's just that the husband doesn't know how to wash it. Why don't you change it, and the servant will wash it for you, and I will definitely be able to wash it for you. It's clean, leaving no trace."

Song Zhi: "No, no, no, why is this so embarrassing? Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng..."

Azila just stared at him, and said solemnly: "I think this jacket is expensive, and I haven't worn it a few times. If I don't wash it, I can't wear it again. What a pity."

Azila is telling the truth.This jacket was bought by Xiuniang for him not long ago, and he hasn't worn it a few times, and Song Zhi really doesn't know how to wash blood and ink.

Seeing Song Zhi's expression, Aqila knew that he was moved, but he was still embarrassed, and said: "Sir, you don't have to be polite, this is what the lady ordered me, and the lady always respects talents, this is just a trivial matter. As long as the gentleman reads It's all right if you say hello to the lady."

Song Zhixin said: "It's rare to have such a kind lady."

Then Azila went out with a bowl, and Song Zhi changed the clothes. After a while, Azila came back, took away the soiled clothes, and said: "Wash and dry in a few days. Bring it back sir."

The next day, Song Zhi had no clothes to wear, one robe was not dry after washing, and the other was washed by Aqila, so Song Zhi had to wear a narrow shirt.

Yesterday Meng Huan said that he didn't need to go to the study for the next few days, so Song Zhi stayed in the room to read and write to pass the time.

Earlier he promised Qi Luqian that he would give him a painting. Song Zhi had nothing to do, so she took out paint and drawing paper, but the pen hung for a long time and couldn't come down. She didn't know what to paint.

Song Zhi thought again, he hasn't told Zhang Hui that he has arrived at Meng Huan's place, and he hasn't said that he will stop delivering paintings. Will Huan get angry when he does business?

There is also the wound on his forehead that I don’t know when it will heal. He promised Xiuniang to go back to visit her once every ten days. If he doesn’t go back, Xiuniang will be sad. .

After much deliberation, her heart was filled with boredom. Thinking that all of this was due to Meng Huan, Song Zhi couldn't help being angry with him, and couldn't continue painting, so she put down her pen, opened the door and went out for a walk.

Anyway, he doesn't hinder anyone in the huge Meng Mansion, and Meng Huan never said that he can't move around.

Song Zhi was not familiar with the place where she was born in the Meng Mansion, apart from Meng Huan, even if Aqila was barely counted, she only knew two people.All the servants in the mansion knew about being injured by Meng Huan and coming out of the flower hall that day. Everyone knew that this new scholar had offended the master, so they didn't associate with him.Azila came to visit him only occasionally when he was free.

Not to mention Song Zhi's injuries, she was still depressed.

After resting for two days, a maid suddenly knocked on Song Zhi's door, measured Song Zhi from top to bottom, and left without a word.

Song Zhi asked strangely, "Sister, what are you going to do?"

The maid glanced at him and said simply: "Cut clothes."

Song Zhi was even more surprised: "Who wants to cut my clothes, and what kind of clothes?"

The maid said: "We servants are all following the master's orders."

Song Zhi was taken aback, Meng Huan?

The maid didn't answer any more, and two days later, the clothes arrived.Since it is tailored, it fits perfectly.It's not such a precious material, the jacket is made of cotton. It's cold, but this jacket is warm.

Song Zhi didn't see Meng Huan for five days in a row, and she didn't know what he was busy with. On the sixth day, Qinuo finally came and gave a brief order: "Young master asked you to go to the study."

The clothes that Aqila took that day had already been washed and sent back, as expected, there was no trace of washing, and when she went to see the master, Song Zhi naturally had to dress decently, so she changed the narrow shirt and put on the jacket, Went to the study.

Meng Huan was still writing, when he saw him, he waved: "Come here."

Meng Huan seemed to be in a good mood today, and said with a smile, "How do you see my handwriting? Can I improve?"

Practicing calligraphy is a long-term matter, and Song Zhi complained: It has been less than ten days since he entered the Meng Mansion?How can there be such quick results?But he didn't dare to disobey Meng Huan's intention, he still lowered his head to look at it as he said, but he was stunned when he looked at it.

Song Zhi asked: "Have you been practicing these few days?"

Meng Huan nodded: "Naturally, didn't you say that writing should be practiced every day, and it will be effective after a long period of time?"

Song Zhi was silent, he had said this, but Meng Huan hadn't seen him these few days, he thought that Meng Huan had forgotten about calligraphy practice, but he didn't expect that he not only remembered it, but also practiced it every day .Although it can't be said to be very good-looking, it is still slightly better than the beginning, and it can be seen that it has been worked hard.

Song Zhi praised: "I have made great progress."

Meng Huan smiled, and suddenly raised his hand to touch Song Zhi's neck. Song Zhi flinched and looked at Meng Huan warily.

Meng Huan glanced at him, then withdrew his hand lightly, and said, "The injury on your neck is healed."

Song Zhi was a little embarrassed, she lowered her head and responded, "Master Xie for your concern, it's all right." The bruises on her neck had faded away, and her delicate skin was as fair as ever.

Song Zhi thought for a while, and added: "Master Xie...reward me with clothes."

Meng Huan said: "The teacher in my house must look like a gentleman. If you dress like that, people think you are a boy doing errands. What does it look like?"

Song Zhi blushed suddenly. It turned out that Meng Huan saw him when he was walking out wearing a girdle a few days ago, but why didn't he see Meng Huan?

Meng Huan said again: "Since I rewarded you with a new one, why don't you wear it? Do you have a problem with me?"

Song Zhidao: "The villain dare not."

Meng Huan looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "Is there anything else you dare not?"

Song Zhi fell silent, and said in her heart, "Is this person still remembering what happened to the prince that day?"

Just as he was thinking, he heard Meng Huan say: "Don't guess, just continue teaching me how to write."

"I don't blame what happened that day. If there is another time, I won't let you off so easily." Meng Huan said, "You follow me well, I won't treat you badly."

Song Zhi responded, "Yes."

Meng Huan said: "A few days ago you said you would give me the copybook, why haven't you given it to me now?"

Song Zhi was taken aback, and said, "I left it in the room and forgot to bring it... I'll get it right now, villain!"

After Song Zhi said she wanted to leave, Meng Huan pulled him away: "No need, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Song Zhi walked hurriedly, Meng Huan pulled violently, this pull almost made Song Zhi's wrist hurt.Meng Huan practiced martial arts all the year round, his hands were covered with fine calluses, thick and full of strength to the touch, but because of Xiu Niang's love for him, Song Zhi didn't do too much rough work, and the skin on her wrist was more delicate than a woman's toughness.

Song Zhi withdrew her hand, lowered her hand and said, "Yes."

Meng Huan sat down on the chair, straightened up, with a very standard posture, and said, "Let's start."

When Meng Huan practiced calligraphy and read books, he always had no other distractions and was very focused. This also taught Song Zhi that this person was not one of those dandies who pretended to be ostentatious on the surface, but one could tell from the books on the bookshelf that this person seemed to have real talent. Practical.

I'm afraid the kung fu is also very powerful. There are not many people in the world who went to the battlefield at the age of 15 and were appreciated by General Boyan.Song Zhi thought to herself as she looked at the cocoons on Meng Huan's tiger's mouth that had grown out of holding a knife all the year round.

After standing for two hours, Song Zhi would also be tired. In the first few days, Meng Huan didn't pay attention to these things, but today he pointed to the chair beside him and said, "Sit down and rest for a while when you're tired."

Song Zhi said no, but after half an hour, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and sat down anyway.

Meng Huan's wrist is very steady, and he doesn't shake his pen very much. This is something that many beginners can't do, and it probably has something to do with his martial arts practice.

"Is the wound medicine still being used?" Meng Huan asked suddenly.

Song Zhi came back to her senses: "Yes!"

Meng Huan didn't raise his head: "The injury is on the forehead, the hair can't cover it, it can be seen at a glance, and the scar is not good-looking." He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Zhi, "That's a pity for your face. "

This is exactly what Azila said.But Azila is a girl, so it's normal to say this, but it's a bit strange for Meng Huan to say it.

"Don't be like last time... You have to be smart when you play your temper, after all, leaving scars is not good for you."

Song Zhi: "...the villain understands." Emotional Meng Huan knew that he didn't use the medicine he gave last time.

The author has something to say:

No science today.

Wow, Xiaowei Meng will tease Lan Lan, there is progress and progress, but Xiaowei Meng has a long way to go after his wife...