Southerners

After Song Zhi knelt down, the atmosphere in the study suddenly became solemn again.

The smile on Meng Huan's face faded immediately, but he didn't look at Song Zhi, and lowered his head to write his own handwriting, saying:

"What are you doing here?"

Song Zhi remained silent.

Meng Huan waved his hand: "If you want to kneel, you can kneel. If you don't kneel for a whole day, you are not allowed to get up."

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he called Qinuo in, pointed at the writing on the table, and said, "Clean it up."

Seeing Song Zhi who was kneeling motionless on the ground, Zi Nuo was rather speechless. Meng Huan didn't treat his servants harshly easily. Song Zhineng's ability to annoy Meng Huan every few days was also a skill, which perfectly explained what is meant by endless life. More than death.

Of course, Zi Nuo wouldn't be so kind as to plead for Song Zhi's mercy, and it would be a sin to not add insult to injury.

Song Zhi knew that this was Meng Huan's intention to humiliate him, just to let others see how he knelt here and how he groveled to Meng Huan.

Meng Huan knew that for Song Zhi, this was absolutely an intolerable humiliation.

Zeno cleaned things up very slowly on purpose, walked to Song Zhi's side, paused, glanced at him casually, and then walked away.

After Zeno finished packing slowly and went out, Meng Huan took a book and sat next to Song Zhi to read, the sound of the pages turning was very clear.

With this look, he saw Meng Huan stood up at noon and went to eat.

Song Zhi continued to kneel.

In the afternoon, Meng Huan came to the study once or twice, during which time he ignored Song Zhi, as if he didn't see this person at all.

Song Zhi didn't eat lunch, and knelt until noon, her knees were already stiff, and her stomach was unbearably hungry.Song Zhi knew that Meng Huan was waiting for him to beg for mercy, but Song Zhi didn't.

Even if he knelt down to death, he would not beg for mercy.

With this thought in mind, Song Zhi saw the sky getting darker and darker. At first her knees hurt like needle pricks, and then her whole leg hurt. Song Zhi didn't dare to move her body, and her legs went from tingling to tingling. Numbness, and finally completely lost consciousness, when the sky completely darkened, Song Zhi could hardly feel her legs.I'm so hungry.

The ground paved with bluestone slabs was cold and hard, very much like the ground on the official road in Pujiang County on the day Li Hansu died.

It was also drizzling that day, making the atmosphere extraordinarily bleak and gloomy.

There is no rain, no wind, no snow. In the extremely quiet study room, after dark, there is not even a gleam of light, only a slanting ray of light from the cold and cold moon comes in and falls on Meng Huan's desk. On the copybook, it fell on the bookshelf full of books.

Song Zhi gradually became a little dazed, and he thought to himself: Why didn't he die with his mother back then?

The Southern Song Dynasty died, and his family members died in the war, so why is he still alive?

"Song Zilan." A faint voice suddenly came from behind.

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that it was Meng Huan's voice. Song Zhi had been kneeling for most of the day without water and rice, and opened her mouth, almost unable to make a sound:

"The little guy is here."

Meng Huan sat down on the chair in front of Song Zhi, noticing that Song Zhi hadn't moved his knees for most of the day, he couldn't help frowning, how could this person be so stubborn.

"Get out," Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi raised her eyes and glanced at him, but didn't move.

Meng Huan said impatiently, "Why, do you still want to kneel?"

Song Zhi said in a low voice, "I can't get up."

Meng Huan's fingers tapping on the book case stopped suddenly, and Zi Nuo said, "Help him up."

Filled with displeasure, Qi Nuo had no choice but to agree, put down the lamp, and stretched out his hand to Song Zhiyi, "Here!"

Song Zhi glanced at him, hesitated, thought for a while, still grabbed Qino's sleeve, and barely moved his leg, but that leg didn't seem to be his own, it was numb and hard, with no strength, Song Zhi was half alone It was all hung on Zeno's body, so he managed not to fall down again.

After a lot of effort, Zeno couldn't resist rolling his eyes.

Meng Huan looked at him indifferently, and he understood in his heart that Song Zhi couldn't be raped because he was beaten to death, so he waved his hand: "Send him back, pay attention to warm his knees, don't waste it."

Now it's winter, and most of them are no better than Lin'an. The winter is extremely cold, and Meng Huan is cold-resistant. At this time, there is no heater in the study, but Song Zhi is not him. The ground is icy and cold. If you kneel down this day, if you don't pay attention to keeping warm, you may have to Fall to the root of the disease.

"You rest these two days, you don't need to come to the study." Meng Huan said again.

Song Zhi moved her lips, but she didn't have the strength to speak, so she simply closed her mouth, and was walked away by Qinuo in a muffled voice.

Song Zhi barely felt two legs, and Zeno didn't cooperate, so it was extremely difficult for her to walk, Meng Huan watched, until the two walked out, Song Zhi refused to say a word, Meng Huan got angry for a while, Xin said: "There is such a stubborn person."

I thought that because of yesterday's incident, Chuo Man would give up her calligraphy practice, but she didn't expect that she would come again the next day.

It's useless for her to come, Song Zhi is resting today.

Chuo Man didn't see Song Zhi in the study, and felt strange, so he asked Meng Huan, who said vaguely, "He's sick."

Meng Huan didn't want Chuo Man to know what happened yesterday.

Chuoman made a fuss and said, "Sick? I saw that he was fine yesterday. Why are Han people so weak!"

Meng Huan let out a "no".

Chuo Man wanted Meng Huan to play with her, but Meng Huan didn't care about the state of calligraphy practice, so Chuo Man poked the paper with a pen, and after three pens were broken, he put down the pen.

"He's sick, I'll go take a look!" He ran out of the study in a hurry, and ran to Song Zhi's room.

Song Zhi lived in a side room, which Chuo Man disliked very much. She had never been in a house where the servants lived, and there was no one at his door to pass the message, so Chuo Man had to knock on the door violently by herself, knocking loudly:

"Song Zilan, open the door! Miss Ben is here to see you!"

However, her hands were numb even after she knocked, and no one opened the door. Chuoman glanced around and saw a thin and small maid with a few freckles on her face, so she waved:

"come here."

Azila heard yesterday that Song Zhi had pissed off Meng Huan again. Yesterday he didn't have the chance, but he came to see it a few times this morning, but he didn't see Song Zhi coming out. He was so worried that he suddenly saw Chuo Man running over. , was taken aback, and was stopped by Chuo Man before he could hide.

Azila tremblingly moved in front of Chuo Man, afraid that Chuo Man would ask her why she was here, but Chuo Man didn't care about it at all, pointing to the door of Song Zhi's room: "Go in and see how he is doing. "

Azila agreed with a low eyebrow, went to knock, and asked, "Mr. Song, are you awake?" He asked a few times, but no one answered.

Azila panicked, pushed the door open, glanced inside, turned her head and said, "Miss, the door is locked from the inside and cannot be opened."

Chuo Man frowned: "Can't you open it?"

"Is Song Zilan in there?"

Azila nodded timidly: "...should be there."

Chuoman: "Could it be that he hides from me on purpose, doesn't want to see me, doesn't want to teach me how to write?"

When Chuo Man said this, he suddenly felt reasonable, ran away, called a strong servant, and ordered, "Break the door open for me!"

Jia Ding and Aqila looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to disobey Chuoman's intention, and also afraid of offending Meng Huan.

Chuoman: "What are you dawdling about? I'll go and tell Hazier, just drive!"

The servant agreed, and immediately stepped forward, took a deep breath, sank to his dantian, secretly glanced at Azila, Azila nodded veiledly, and slipped away to fetch reinforcements, Chuoman ignored her.

"Scared!" The servant yelled, and slammed into the door sideways, the door bolt cracked in response, and fell to the ground with a "click".

Chuo Man said: "Go in and have a look, is Song Zilan in there?"

The servant: "Yes." Lifted his foot and walked in.

Song Zhi's room is not big, so it can be seen clearly at a glance.

The servant looked around, but saw no one, but saw someone vaguely lying on the bed. He stepped forward and saw that Song Zhi's face was flushed and she was sleeping very restlessly. The servant raised his hand and touched it. Song Zhi's forehead was almost It was hot to the touch.

"Miss, Song Zilan fell ill and couldn't wake up." The servant said to Chuo Man after he came out.

Chuoman raised her eyebrows: "Is it really sick? How is it?"

The servant said: "It's all burnt out."

Chuoman blinked and asked doubtfully: "Didn't he be fine yesterday... No one cares about why he is sick, and doesn't he ask for a doctor?"

The servant was silent, for without Meng Huan's order, who would have gone to find a doctor for him.

The servant was thinking about it when he suddenly saw Meng Huan approaching. He shortened his body and saluted, "I have seen the young master."

Hearing the voice, Chuoman turned her head and asked him, "Why didn't you call a doctor for Song Zilan when he was sick?"

Meng Huan frowned indiscriminately, walked into Song Zhi's room, Chuo Man was taken aback, and immediately followed in. Song Zhi's room was not big, and when Meng Huan came, Qinuo also came, and Ah Qi La, several masters and servants are standing in the whole room.

Meng Huan felt a little regretful when he entered the house, thinking why he should care about the life and death of a Han man, but since he has already entered, let's take a look.

Arriving at Song Zhi's bedside, Meng Huan was stunned again, Song Zhi's fair face was flushed abnormally, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, her pretty brows were frowned, and she looked very uncomfortable.

"Song Zilan?" Meng Huan called softly.

The sleeping person moved his hands restlessly, but failed to wake up.

Meng Huan raised his hand to touch his forehead, it was frighteningly burned.

Meng Huan pursed his lips, then turned to ask Qino: "You sent him back last night, is he like this?"

Qinuo forced a smile. At that time, he felt that Song Zhi was a little hot, but he didn't care too much. Who knew that it would be like this today, and Meng Huan seemed to care about it. Didn't he look like he wanted to kneel down and kill him yesterday? ?

"Yes, a little bit, but the little one thinks it doesn't matter."

Meng Huan snorted coldly, making Qino tremble in fright: "Go and invite Pei Ya here."

Zeno quickly agreed and ran out in a hurry.

Chuo Man glanced at Meng Huan, feeling that his face looked a little scary, so she pulled his sleeve and whispered:

"Hazier..."

Meng Huan glanced at her, suppressed the inexplicable anger and panic in his heart, paused, and said, "Go out and play for a while, the rabbit from yesterday is reserved for you, I will come out later."

Saiyin tugged at Chuoman's sleeve, and said softly, "Yes, Miss, this kind of place is not for you."

Chuo Man thought so, and took Meng Huan's arm: "Is Hazier with me?"

Meng Huan took off her hand: "Go out, I'll stay here for a while."

Chuo Man had no choice but to nod reluctantly, and went out with Sai Yin.

Meng Huan stretched out his hand to touch Song Zhi's forehead again, then turned to Azila and said, "Go get some water to cool him down."

Azila nodded obediently: "Yes."

The servant stood aside, a little dazed, he didn't expect his young master to be so interested in this scholar, seeing Meng Huan's brows slightly frowned, the corners of his lips pursed, although he hid it very well, but he was obviously worried, the servant began to rejoice Fortunately, he was clever just now and asked Azila to call the young master.

Meng Huan looked at it for a while, then simply sat down beside Song Zhi's bed and tucked the corner of the quilt.

"Master, here comes the water." Azila came over with a basin of water and a handkerchief.

Azila is used to taking care of people, so he was very proficient in doing it. Wet the handkerchief in the water, wrung it out a little, wiped the sweat off Song Zhi's face, and wiped his hands.

Not long after, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and Zi Nuo walked in with a Han man over fifty years old. When the Han man saw Meng Huan, he bowed first and made a big salute: "Cao Min has seen Captain Meng."

Meng Huan waved his hands and said impatiently, "You don't need to be too polite, just come and see how he is doing."

The author has something to say:

Captain Meng is a man!It hurts my daughter-in-law when she is sick, and it won't kill him!