Southerners

When Song Zhi hesitated, Qi Luqian looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qi Luqian smiled narrowly: "Is there anything else that can't be said... Could it be that you have a crush on some girl who draws flowers to compare people?"

Song Zhi spat at him: "What girl do you fancy yourself, don't put it on my head!"

In fact, Song Zhi is comparing herself with the chrysanthemum, and she also wants to use this to remind herself not to be worldly and submit to the great Yuan.

Song Zhi paused, and explained: "Have you heard of Chen Diaoyan?"

Qi Luqian frowned and said, "Naturally. Last year, the thieves gathered Zhangzhou to cause chaos and killed several court officials. This year, they even claimed to be the founding king of Fujian. It's ridiculous!"

Song Zhiyuan wanted to say that he painted chrysanthemums to praise Chen Diaoyan, but Qi Luqian couldn't say that after scolding him.

Qi Luqian glanced at him suspiciously: "Zi Lan, you suddenly mentioned what he does. Could it be that you painted chrysanthemums because of him?"

Song Zhidao: "This person is dedicated to the country, runs the business in a miserable manner, disregards his life and safety, and only wants to restore his family and country. Isn't he worthy of praise?"

Qi Luqian's complexion changed several times, and when he looked around, he found no one, so he breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his voice, and said to Song Zhi solemnly: "Zi Lan, don't say that again in the future."

After Qi Luqian finished speaking, as if he didn't think it was enough, he stared at Song Zhi incredulously, and said: "This thief has gathered tens of thousands of people and is making trouble everywhere. He is a traitor who disturbs the people. What kind of family country is restored? What kind of family country is restored!"

Song Zhi stood up abruptly, and asked in a deep voice, "Brother Boheng, aren't you a Han? King Chen Diao is a Han with you and me, and the homeland he regained is naturally my Great Song... eh!"

Before Song Zhi finished speaking, Qi Luqian covered her mouth, and Qi Luqian looked at him angrily: "Zi Lan, don't talk nonsense!"

Song Zhi pushed him away: "I'm not talking nonsense!"

Qi Luqian seemed to be getting impatient, tried his best to lower his voice, and reprimanded: "Slow down!"

"Do you want to yell all over the world, let everyone know your rebellious remarks, and then have your entire family executed?"

Only then did Song Zhi calm down his anger a little bit. Qi Luqian thought he had calmed down, but he didn't expect Song Zhi to say as soon as he opened his mouth, "What's so scary about copying and beheading everyone? I'm the only one left with myself."

"Why are you afraid of death?"

Qi Luqian was taken aback for a moment, they only talked about scriptures and astronomy and geography in their previous exchanges, they didn't talk much about their own family's situation, and they never knew about Song Zhi's family's situation like this.

Suddenly touched on Song Zhi's sadness, Qi Luqian said apologetically, "I'm sorry Zilan...I didn't know about your family..."

Song Zhi stopped him: "No need to say more, brother Boheng."

"This is my own business, how can I blame you? If you want to blame, you can only blame the Mongols."

Qi Luqian frowned: "Your family..."

"They were all killed by the Mongols," Song Zhi said.

Qi Luqian stopped talking immediately.

The hatred of destroying the family really cannot be adjusted.

"But," Qi Luqian thought for a while, and persuaded persuasively, "Zi Lan, think about it, the Great Song Dynasty...has perished, and now is the era when the Mongols are in power, and the world is ruled by the Mongols. how?"

"Even if you lose your life, it won't help. You'd better cherish the life that your family has saved for you, and live well, so as not to waste their hard work on you."

Song Zhi pursed her lips, he knew that Qi Luqian was right.

Qi Luqian said again: "Don't look at Chen Diaoyan gathering tens of thousands of people and killing a few high-ranking officials, but this is nothing to the court. No matter how cruel Chen Diaoyan is, he can't beat the court. He is as brave as Prime Minister Wen, he conquered so many counties back then, but he was still caught?"

Song Zhi's face suddenly changed.

Prime Minister Wen, Wen Tianxiang.After Li Hansu died in Pujiang County that year, Xiuniang planned to take him to the people, but because of a sudden illness, the trip did not take place.After Song Zhi was picked up by Zhang Hui, she also asked Zhang Hui to send him to see Uncle Wen. Zhang Hui agreed at the beginning, and later stayed in Lin'an for Xie Ritian, and when he planned to return to Beijing, he heard the news of Wen Tianxiang's counterattack.

In that kind of battle, it was impossible for Zhang Hui to hand over the two of them to Wen Tianxiang, and it was impossible for the two women and children to go through the flames of war and go to Wen Tianxiang's side safely, so Xiuniang put out her thoughts.

Later, when Song Zhi grew up and became more sensible, she realized that Uncle Wen was really a hero. Song Zhi always regarded him as an idol, but idols are also human beings. At the end of Yuan 15, Wen Tianxiang failed to counterattack, and he himself was arrested. Detained in Dadu.

When Zhang Hongfan persuaded him to surrender in the 15th year of the Yuan Dynasty, "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" written by Wen Tianxiang has been placed by Song Zhi's bedside to keep him alert.This summer Wen Tianxiang wrote "Song of Righteous Qi" in prison, and Song Zhi also copied a copy, carefully preserved it, and recited it every day.

Therefore, Qi Luqian's words can be said to have poked Song Zhi's heart.

Seeing his expression, Qi Luqian couldn't continue, sighed secretly, and persuaded: "Zi Lan, you and I can confide our hearts to such an extent, I also sincerely regard you as a friend, and I don't want to see you annoy those big shots , causing trouble for the upper body, so I advise you."

"Song... his breath is exhausted, and the ants are still alive, why can't you think about it, you must make trouble with the court."

Qi Luqian always thought that Song Zhi was talented and well-educated. He was surprised to see him so poor earlier, and thought it was Song Zhi's bad luck. Only then did he finally understand.

Song Zhi saw that Qi Luqian was really thinking about him wholeheartedly, her heart warmed slightly, and she said movedly: "I understand what Brother Boheng said, thank you Brother Boheng for your kindness, Song Zhi has remembered it in his heart."

After leaving Qi Luqian's house, Song Zhi still felt a little uneasy.He understands what Qi Boheng said, he understands everything, he knows that Song is dead, and that the Mongols rule the world now, but how can he not hate it?

The Mongols destroyed his home country, how can he forget this hatred?

After all, he is a Han Chinese, a Song native.

On the way back to Meng Mansion, passing by a market selling small things, Song Zhi saw a girl selling rouge, thinking of how Azila had taken care of him before, before he could return the gift, she bought a box of rouge and returned to Meng When he was in the mansion, he gave it to Azila.

After all, Azila is a girl. When she saw someone giving her rouge, she was both happy and shy. She happily took it away, patted her chest and said, "If Mr. Song has anything to do in the future, just ask, and this slave will help you." Yes, I will do my best to help you!"

Song Zilan smiled and said, "Don't call me Mr. Song, I just studied for a few years, so I can't be called Mr. Song."

Azila asked, "What's that called?"

Song Zhi thought for a while: "There is a little girl next door to me, call me Brother Lan, and I'm a little older than you, so you can call me Brother Lan too."

Azila blushed and nodded: "Yes! Brother Lang!"

At the end, Song Zhi asked suddenly: "Azila, do you... know Chen Diaoyan? What do you think of him?"

Azila blinked, seemed to be remembering a moment, and quickly frowned: "I heard... that guy is a leader of the rebel army, and he is extremely vicious!"

really.Song Zhi secretly sighed.Everyone thinks so.

Meng Huan came back that night.After the shooting in the palace, a banquet was held. After the banquet, Meng Huan returned to the mansion. When he arrived at the mansion, it was already the hour of the day. Song Zhi was already lying on the bed and was about to go to bed. One sound:

"Master!"

"careful!"

Meng Huan must have drunk too much, and it took a long time to calm down after the noise outside. Hearing the voices outside, Meng Huan was brought back to the house by another concubine named Duoershi.

This Duo'er is not as good as Sa Lan in appearance, but her voice is as sweet as a lark's. Her singing is very beautiful, and Meng Huan likes it very much. Song Zhi can often see her.

Song Zhi was annoyed by the trouble, and couldn't help complaining in her heart. Mongolians love to drink too much, and they often get drunk. After Song Zhi came to the Meng Mansion, Meng Huan had never been drunk. Song Zhi thought he didn't drink too much, but unexpectedly Also got into this bad habit.

Also lewd / promiscuous!

Song Zhi fell asleep while complaining.

I thought that Meng Huan would rest the next day after being drunk like that the night before, but he didn't expect to practice calligraphy as usual.

After the morning exercise, Meng Huan went to the study after taking a bath, where Song Zhi was already waiting.

"Am I late?" Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi looked at him and said nothing, slapped his master in the face for being late, and against his will for not being late.

Yesterday I participated in the shooting and hunting, and I didn't see Song Zhi all day, but today I suddenly saw him again, and this person was waiting in the study, he didn't shake his face, he looked very obedient, Meng Huan felt a little inexplicable, very indescribable in his heart pleasure.

So when Song Zhi was about to stand up and salute, Meng Huan waved his hand: "You don't have to be so polite with us warriors, sit down."

"It's a pity that you didn't go hunting yesterday." Meng Huan said with a smile, "You didn't see that scene, it was so intense that even His Majesty couldn't help himself to go on stage, and His Royal Highness is obliged to do so."

"Other princes, grandchildren, and nobles all raised their arrows to go into battle! Chuo Man even shot a few rabbits."

Song Zhi smiled faintly and asked, "How about the young master?"

"Me?" Meng Huan looked at him, "What do you think?"

Song Zhi said: "The young master must be extremely brave."

Meng Huan smiled, watched Song Zhi spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and said with a light smile, "If it weren't for the face of the Tian family, who would be able to overwhelm me."

The casual and contemptuous tone reveals unparalleled confidence and pride.

Meng Huan wrote down a few words, and asked casually: "I heard that you left the mansion yesterday, what did you do?"

"I met a friend." Song Zhi said, "The young master met."

Meng Huan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, as if asking who he had met.

"Last time on the street, when Miss Chuoman stained my painting, that one was with me."

Meng Huan asked, "When did you become friends?"

Song Zhi: "After that time, I saw that he was good-natured, straightforward and generous, so we became friends."

Meng Huan let out a "huh" without saying yes or no, then asked, "What else, what else did you do?"

Song Zhi: "Not anymore."

Meng Huan turned his head: "No more?"

Song Zhi was slightly startled, and he didn't know where he was provoked again. He thought about it carefully, and after making sure that he had done nothing that he shouldn't have done, he replied, "It's really nothing."

Meng Huan said: "The servants of the mansion told me that you bought a box of rouge for Aqila."

"is not it?"

Song Zhi was taken aback, and said in her heart, "Report even this?" She nodded honestly, "Yes, I don't think this is important."

Meng Huan: "Do you like her?"

Song Zhi's face turned red, and she quickly waved her hands: "No, no! Absolutely nothing!"

"Then you want to use her?" Meng Huan asked again.

Song Zhi was taken aback for a moment.

"You got very close to her."

"Azila is Saran's close girl, and she is very dependent on her. You must know that I have always doted on Saran... So, tell me," Meng Huan said, "Do you have any plans?"

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Note: ⑴ About Chen Diaoyan and Wen Tianxiang, you can Baidu by yourself.

⑵Mongols are fond of drinking, this is true.

Today I continue to want to beat Captain Meng