Southerners

Meng Huan glanced at him, pulled up a chair and sat down, crossed his legs, and lazily said: "Warriors like us are not used to living a comfortable life in Dadu. It's better to go to the battlefield to fight and kill!"

Lian Shen made a bitter face: "Who will play with me when you leave?"

Meng Huan pointed at Chuoman: "She."

Chuoman chuckled: "Lian Shen, you can learn from Hazier. Men should go to the battlefield like I love Brother Chi. They should be as soft as those Han people. It's better to embroider in the boudoir like Han women!"

Lian Shen didn't dare to talk back to this aunt, and raised his hands in surrender: "Forgive me, Miss, it's okay if you let me hunt a few pheasants, but I won't have to go to the battlefield." After speaking, he patted Meng Huan on the shoulder , "To be honest, Chen Diao seems to be on the verge of dying, and it doesn't make any sense for you to hurry up now."

Meng Huan ordered people to collect all the books and paper scrolls on the case, and said: "I know, isn't that the way to say it. Chen Diaoyan seems to have tens of thousands of soldiers, but in fact they are just some rioters, not a good person. Although his sister Chen Diaohua and those uncles have some skills, but they have shallow eyesight, they only stare at the military power they think they have in their hands, and they will fall apart if there is a slight separation."

"Your Majesty has sent General Gao and General Wanzhe Batu. Chen Diaoyan will definitely be punished within three months." Meng Huan tilted his head and signaled to Chuoman, "If General Boyan goes, within one month, he will be killed." He can capture Chen Diaoyan alive. However, how can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer?"

Hearing that Meng Huan boasted that he loves Brother Chi, Chuoman rolled his eyes with a smile, picked a grape and brought it to Meng Huan's mouth, and Meng Huan took it and ate it.

Seeing the intimacy and naturalness of the two people's movements, Lian Shen's eyelids twitched, and he raised his eyebrows: "It's not easy, Hazier, you are in Dadu, but your heart is in the military camp. Although people can't go, but a traitor A well-researched one."

Meng Huan said: "It's useless to see through."

Chuoman thought for a while, and said: "It's October now, Hazier, stay in Dadu for the New Year, if there is any military incident in the next year, you can go again, okay?"

Meng Huan smiled: "It depends on General Boyan's intention."

Chuo Man wrinkled her nose: "I'll go tell Brother Ai Chi! If he dared to send you out a year ago, I'd steal all his wine and hide it from him!"

Lian Shen laughed out loud when he heard the words, few people in the whole world would dare to control General Boyan like this.

Meng Huan kicked Lian Shen: "Come to see me today, do you have any arrangements?"

"Arrangement, there was originally," Lian Shen sneaked a glance at Chuo Man, "but now I don't want to go, why don't I ask a few people to go to Cuju?"

Looking at Lian Shen's expression, Meng Huan knew what his so-called arrangement was. Ninety-nine percent of it was to drink flowers and wine, but he didn't expect that Chuo Man was there, and it would be inconvenient to go with a girl like Chuo Man.

Chuoman knew the daily life of these dandies very well, so she understood right away, so she slapped Lian Shen hard on the head, twisted his ear and said, "Don't lead Hazier down!"

Lian Shen yelled in pain: "Ouch, Miss, Songsong, it hurts! Don't go, don't go, can't we play cuju?"

"Cuju go, let's go!" Chuo Man twisted Lian Shen's ears and stood up, turned around and waved to Meng Huan, "Let's go, Hazier."

Meng Huan smiled and followed.

After Meng Huan left from Song Zhi's place, Song Zhi was asleep and didn't want to pay attention to Meng Huan, her mouth was so bitter, she didn't expect to lie down for a while, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and when Zeno came with candied fruit, Song Zhi had already Almost asleep.

"Song Zilan!" Zi Nuo opened the door and came in, calling out.

Qino's loud voice woke Song Zhi up suddenly, he raised his head half asleep, and when he saw Qino, Song Zhi's remaining drowsiness disappeared:

"Does the young master have any other orders?" Song Zhi rubbed her forehead and asked in a hoarse voice.

Zeno stuffed the candied fruit into his hand angrily: "Young master rewards it!"

Song Zhi looked at the things in her hands, and was taken aback... Candied fruit?

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Zeno felt that this person was stupid and stupid, and he didn't know how to thank him for a reward?Impatiently said: "I will leave when the things are delivered."

Song Zhi lowered her head, pursed her lips, and said, "...Thank you, Young Master, for me, and brought it here for me, please excuse me."

Zeno let out a cold snort from his nose, turned around and left.

Lian'er is gentle and careful. Seeing that Qinuo looked unhappy, she thought that Song Zhi had offended him. Seeing that Qinuo had left, she pushed the door in and asked softly, "Mr. Song, what's the matter?"

Song Zhi hadn't seen Lian'er yet, so she was taken aback again, and asked, "The girl is...?"

Lian'er pursed her lips and smiled: "Sir, it's good to call your servant Lian'er, the young master has ordered, let this servant take care of you in the future."

The amount of information is a bit large, and Song Zhi felt that her head was heavy and numb, and she couldn't turn around and handle such a large amount of information, so she took a bite of the candied fruit in her hand to remove the bitterness, and only then did she feel that her mouth felt better. After a while, he felt that Meng Huan was not so unreasonable, and replied: "It's nothing, you go out, I want to rest."

Lian Er was different from Qin Nuo, but felt that Song Zhi's sluggish appearance was very cute, so she smiled again: "Sir, after drinking the medicine, he should have a good rest. The servant is waiting outside, if you need anything, just call."

Song Zhi felt sleepy again, she nodded, Lian'er was alert, and quickly stepped forward to take the candied fruit: "Sir, go to sleep."

Song Zhi nodded and fell asleep right away.

Lian'er weighed a large bag of candied fruit in her hand, and remembered that it was what Qino held in her hand when she entered the door, so why did Qino come here specially to give candied fruit?

Lian Er smacked at the meaning of this, she made a special trip to see her when she was ill, invited Dr. Pei Ya to come for diagnosis and treatment, and specially sent candied fruit after drinking the medicine,

He also ordered himself to take care of him day and night.

... How does this look unfavorable?

In fact, within a few days after Song Zhi came to the Meng Mansion, the whole Meng Mansion knew about it, and there was no one else in the Meng Mansion, because there had never been such a person in the Meng Manor who irritated Meng Huan every day, and this person was still a scholar. I wonder if Meng Huan hates scholars the most?

Everyone made up their minds to read Song Zhi's jokes, and even placed bets on whether Song Zhi would be driven out of the Meng Mansion vertically or carried out of the Meng Mansion horizontally, and most of them bet on the latter.

Lian Er said heartily: "It seems that this time, everyone didn't guess what the young master was thinking."

Lian'er looked at Song Zhi's sleeping face, and tried the temperature on his forehead. The fever was already subsiding. It wasn't as hot as before, but it was still very hot. Song Zhi just half got up, and the quilt slipped away a little. , with his shoulders exposed, Lian'er pulled up the quilt for him, fetched a basin of water, soaked the handkerchief, folded it and placed it on Song Zhi's forehead.

Lian'er thought to herself, this time will be the only time she will live in the future.

Lian'er was sold into the Meng Mansion when she was young, and her life has always been okay. Later, she offended Duo'er, and it was not so easy. This time she was transferred to Song Zhi's side, which was her chance to turn around. If she couldn't grasp it, I don't know when I will have such an opportunity again.

Lian'er put the candied fruit away, and looked at Song Zhi's room. It was better than ordinary servants, but not much better. Although Song Zhi seemed to be a scholar, she lived here alone, but she still received Neat and clean, unlike ordinary men, there is nothing she needs to clean up.

The room is not big, but the bookshelves are huge, most of them are recently added books, Lian Er has never read a book, and cannot read, just looking at the shelves full of books, she sighs in her heart, saying that she is indeed full of talent.

Lian'er looked at the person on the bed again, she was fast asleep, then walked out lightly and closed the door.

Song Zhi slept for several hours, and his dream was full of strange things. He suddenly seemed to have returned to the time when he was a child in Lin'an. Lin'an City was very prosperous. The buildings in Yiying were more exquisite and beautiful than those in most cities, but the furnishings in most cities were more rough.

It was like arriving in Tongling again.When he was about six or seven years old, his father Song Xiuwen was demoted because of the main battle. He was demoted from a fifth-rank official in Lin'an City to a small county magistrate.Tongling County is far inferior to Dadu. At that time, Song Zhi lost her temper and didn't want to be separated from her friends in Lin'an. She cried and failed to prevent her family from moving to that small county town from Lin'an.

In the first year of Emperor Gong's Deyou, the Mongolian army attacked Tongling, but Song Xiuwen, a civil official, was determined to live and die with Tongling. Song Zhi was only 11 years old, and set out from Tongling with his mother and embarked on the road of escape.Song Zhi was in a daze, and felt that she seemed to have returned to the days of fleeing. At first, she could still eat enough, but later she became less and less full. The young master was protected in the carriage, from his mother's arms. When you look up, look out through the gap in the curtain of the carriage, and you can see skinny refugees outside, ferocious bandits, or ferocious Mongolian soldiers. In addition, what lingers in the boy's heart is the endless cries and family memories. The screams of the servants.

The servants who sincerely protected the lord died one after another, at that time Song Zhi also felt a trace of panic in a daze.

When Song Zhi woke up, it was almost dark, the thin sunset red at dusk had almost faded from the window eaves, the sun was about to set on the west mountain, the chill of early winter was shut out of the window, and the stove was lit at some point in the house ,warm.

Song Zhi touched the cool tears on his face, the scene of his mother being killed by the Mongols was still vivid in his mind, and it had been gnawing at his heart all the time for the past four years.

Song Zhi lowered her head, wiped it with her sleeve, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed, intending to pour some water to drink, but picked up the teapot only to find that there was no water in it, Song Zhi poured it out, but did not pour out a sip.

Song Zhi sighed, put on a coat and pushed the door out. As soon as she went out, she saw a maid sitting by the door.

Song Zhi was stunned for a while, she fell into a drowsy sleep, and didn't realize who it was for a while.

Seeing him, Lian'er stood up abruptly, showing a smile: "Sir, are you awake? Is there anything you can do with Lian'er?"

Song Zhi rubbed her forehead, barely remembered who Lian Er was, and said, "I want to drink some water, but there is none in the room."

Lian Er nodded: "Your servant understands, sir, go in, and my servant will pour it for you."

He also said: "Sir, are you hungry? This servant will go to the kitchen to bring you some porridge."

When Lian Er said this, Song Zhicai felt that she was indeed hungry, and nodded, "I'm sorry."

Seeing that Song Zhi's legs and feet were inconvenient when she turned around, Lian Er stepped forward to support him: "Maidservant, help you."

Song Zhi pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Lian Er smiled and said: "Mister, you are too polite, the young master ordered the servant to take care of you, this is the duty of the servant."

Song Zhi was in low spirits and didn't really want to talk, so she just nodded slightly and said softly: "Call me by my name, I really don't dare to call you Mr., my name is Song Zilan."

Lian Er supported Song Zhi to sit on the chair: "How can I do that? The servant is a servant, isn't this overstepping?"

After Song Zhi sat down, Lian'er said: "The maidservant has gone out and will be back soon, sir, wait a moment."

Lian Er waited on Song Zhi to drink water and eat half a bowl of porridge, Song Zhi was sleepy again, so Lian Er dressed him up to sleep.

In Youshi, Meng Huan had dinner with his friends after Cuju, and came back after dark. He planned to go back to his room, but somehow he walked to Song Zhi's place.

When Lian Er saw Meng Huan, she was slightly startled in her heart, and immediately said her best wishes.

After drinking, Meng Huan smelled of alcohol, and his face was a little flushed, but he was still sober. He waved his hand and asked Lian Er in a low voice:

"Is he still asleep?"

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I'm going out today, I don't have internet, it's a bit late, I beg my cuties to forgive me.

In addition, Laji wants to tell you a bad news. I am in a very sad mood now... I lost the outline, and there is no backup. I have to write a new copy. My heart is broken. The updates these days... Try to keep it.