Southerners

as a result of?

Chuo Man would probably beat him to death and whip his corpse.

Song Zhi's face turned pale, and she murmured, "Master, I..."

Meng Huan smiled: "I can indeed protect you, and Chuo Man will still give me the face... But, why should I protect you?"

Why protect him?

Song Zhi was speechless.

If he chooses to leave the Meng Mansion, Meng Huan will no longer have the need and position to protect him, and if he does not leave the Meng Mansion...

Seeing Song Zhi's changing expression, Meng Huan knew that he understood what he meant, smiled, and said, "What's wrong with staying with me? Just teach me how to write obediently and don't cause trouble. There won't be any trouble."

"What's more, in the past few months, I have never treated you badly for no reason, have I?"

That's what he said, but he promised Xiu Niang, so it is absolutely impossible for him to stay in the Meng Mansion.

"Master," Song Zhi said, "The villain is very grateful for the young master's appreciation and kindness to him, but the villain has a reason to leave."

"What's the reason? Let's hear it?" Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi knelt down on the ground again with a "plop".

Meng Huan didn't like Song Zhi's attitude of non-violence and non-cooperation, so his expression immediately turned cold, and he didn't ask Song Zhi to get up, saying, "No way?"

Song Zhi: "Please forgive me, young master."

It seems that he is determined not to speak.

Meng Huan frowned, bent down, and stretched out his hand to pull Song Zhi up.

"Is it because of Xiu Niang?"

Meng Huan suddenly expressed Song Zhi's concerns.

Song Zhi couldn't help but froze.

Meng Huan patted him on the back: "Don't be nervous, as long as you behave well, I won't hurt her."

This means that if the performance is not good, it will hurt Xiu Niang.

Meng Huan was threatening him.

Why?

Song Zhi suddenly became angry, pushed Meng Huan with all her strength, and said angrily:

"You Mongols, do you think that because you are in a high position and have power, you can manipulate the fate of others at will?"

Song Zhi's push was beyond Meng Huan's expectation. Meng Huan staggered, bumped into the desk behind him with his hands resting on the desk, his sleeves were stained with ink from the inkstone, and a large area of ​​the exquisite brocade was instantly blackened. , and Meng Huan's face suddenly sank.

Song Zhi closed her eyes after pushing, waiting for Meng Huan's punishment, but Meng Huan's furious slap stopped when it approached Song Zhi's face.

Close at hand.

You can even hear his breathing.

If Meng Huan stayed here, one could imagine that Song Zhi's entire left face would swell up with this slap, and there would even be more serious consequences.

But Meng Huan stopped there, staring at Song Zhi with a gloomy face for a long while, then angrily withdrew his hand, probably angry at himself for not continuing to fight.

Song Zhi opened her eyes in surprise, touched her face, but was not beaten.So he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Master Xie, please be merciful."

Meng Huan gritted his teeth and asked, "What did Xiu Niang tell you to make you so determined to leave?"

Song Zhi said: "She didn't say anything, it's the villain herself...Young Master,"

"The villain begs you, let me go."

Meng Huan stared at him, sneered, and with a flick of his sleeve, spilled the things on the table.

When Zeno heard the movement outside the door, he immediately became anxious, and asked loudly, "Master, what happened?"

Without turning his head, Meng Huan said, "It's nothing, you don't need to come in."

Zi Nuo sighed resentfully, and said in his heart: "It must be Song Zilan, who made the young master angry again."

"This kid is also strange, he hasn't had an attack for a month, why is he causing trouble again today!"

Since Qi Nuo had that unreliable conjecture last time, he observed and inquired in many ways, and found that Meng Huan didn't seem to have that kind of intention towards Song Zhi. too much.

Meng Huan took a deep breath, pointed to the door, and said to Song Zhi: "It's almost Chinese New Year, if you want to leave, you can get out of this room now, and you don't have to come back again, I won't care about your life, Chuo Man's place , you can ask for more blessings."

Song Zhi raised her eyes and glanced at him, and it was from this glance that he suddenly and inexplicably felt a trace of Meng Huan's sincerity.

Meng Huan's eyes were undoubtedly angry, but under the anger, there were more profound and dense things.

This thought made Song Zhi involuntarily flustered.

Sincerely...is there?

Song Zhi recalled what Meng Huan had done in the past few months, and for a while she was a little undecided.

But he quickly calmed down again.

Even if there is, it means nothing.

Song Zhi lowered her eyes and kowtowed to Meng Huan: "For the past three months, I have been taken care of by the young master, and I am very grateful."

In my conscience, Meng Huan treated him well in the past three months. Except for the initial few punishments because of Song Zhi's offense, most of the time, the two of them lived in peace, and Meng Huan's care for him was real. of.

When Meng Huan heard this, he knew that Song Zhi was really going to leave, so he said nothing with a cold expression.

Song Zhi gritted her teeth, stood up, looked at Meng Huan at the same level, and said, "Young master treats me well, I know, but young master, there are always things in this world that cannot be fulfilled. Just like me, if I can follow my own will, I wouldn't have come here in the first place."

Song Zhiyong claimed to be me, not a villain.

Meng Huan turned his face, his amber eyes condensed the indifference and arrogance that seemed real when they met again on Yuanzhenmen Street.

Song Zhi suddenly couldn't go on talking, it turned out that he was being sentimental, so she lowered her head, bent down and picked up the copybooks, pens and paper that Meng Huan had just brushed on the ground, and put them away neatly.

"Young master's calligraphy can be practiced by yourself in the future. If you have any doubts, you can find a famous Confucian to give advice. I can only teach so far."

After packing up all the things, Song Zhi said, and then bowed slightly: "Lieutenant Meng, the villain is leaving now." Then he backed out.

Zeno was at the door and couldn't hear what was said inside. He only knew that Meng Huan seemed to be irritated by Song Zhi again. Seeing that Song Zhi came out of the room with all her beard and tail, and smiled at him warmly and politely, the whole Everyone was shocked.

When Zeno came to his senses, he could only see Song Zhi's back, so he hurried to the house and called out, "Master."

Meng Huan was sitting in front of the desk, which was facing the window, outside the window was the snow and Song Zhi's frail figure.

Meng Huan seemed to be staring at the back in a daze, and didn't hear Qino's voice.

Zeno called again cautiously: "Master."

Only then did Meng Huan come back to his senses.

Zeno asked: "Master, what's the matter? Why did today end early?"

Meng Huan paused, waved his hands and said, "It's all right."

He also said: "Song Zhi is no longer from the Meng Mansion from now on, don't stop him when he leaves."

Qinuo looked at him in surprise. According to his recent observation, Meng Huan dotes on Song Zhi very much. He was even angry when Song Zhi hinted that he wanted to leave. Why did he suddenly let him go?

But watching Meng Huan's face, Zi Nuo thought it was not a good time to ask questions, so he nodded obediently, and said: "I know, I will give orders later."

Meng Huan let out a "hmm".

After Song Zhi came out of Meng Huan's study, she went back to her own room. This room was well lit and suitable for reading, and it was specially arranged by Meng Huan for him.Moreover, this room is warm, suitable for the "very weak" Han people.

When Lian Er saw Song Zhi, she didn't know what happened, but saw that his complexion was not good, so she asked cautiously, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Song Zhi glanced at her, and suddenly felt a little guilty. This girl has always trusted him, thinking that following him would lead a good life, but she didn't expect that she would leave after only a month or two. It's a day when people make things difficult for you.

Song Zhi avoided Lian Er's eyes and said softly, "I'm leaving, you... find another way out."

Lian'er opened her eyes wide and said in a panic, "Why, sir?"

Song Zhi lied: "I don't have anything to teach young master, so I should leave now. It's almost the end of the new year, and it will be Laba in a few days. I'm going home to celebrate the new year, and I won't come back next year."

Lian Er said: "Practicing calligraphy...isn't it a long-term thing?"

Song Zhi: "But as long as you know the key points, you only need to practice later, and you don't need me."

Lian'er nodded half understanding, then lowered her face, and said sadly: "Mr. is gone, what should I do with my servant?"

Song Zhi said, "Let's find another way out, Lian'er."

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she went to pack her things. Song Zhi didn't bring many things with her when she came, only a few clothes, but these clothes were not worn much in Meng Huan's residence, because Meng Huan bought him a lot of new ones. Let him wear those, saying that it will not embarrass the Meng family.

Song Zhi didn't take anything from Meng Huan, including the extremely warm, snow-white silver fox Dahu.Song Zhi only picked out a few books that she liked to read and put them in the salute.Song Zhi's remuneration was once a month, and December had just begun, so Song Zhi didn't ask for any remuneration. She took a small bag as a salute, and was about to leave. Before parting, she went to see Aqila.

Azila was very sad about Song Zhi's departure, she almost burst into tears, and promised that she would visit Song Zhi when she got the chance.

After saying goodbye, Song Zhi left the Meng Mansion, Lian Er sent him all the way to the door, and then waved goodbye to him with red eyes.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the road back to Xingshun Hutong was very far away, and it was very difficult to walk. Song Zhi was braving the wind and snow, and regretted not wearing that dress.

There are still unfinished candied fruit, which should be brought back to eat, Song Zhi thought, it's useless to stay there anyway.

Song Zhi's return surprised Xiuniang. Xiuniang and Song Zhi had always been dependent on each other. In the past few months without Song Zhi's life, she was left alone and lived a very lonely life.

While calling Song Zhi to drink some hot water, Xiu Niang scolded him with distress and warmth: "Why don't you wear more, you are at the customer's place, don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

Song Zhi's hands were numb from the cold, he was wearing the clothes Meng Huan made for him in the Meng Mansion, and when he left, he felt hesitant, not wearing any of them.

Song Zhi couldn't avoid Xiuniang nagging again, and said, "Xiuniang, I won't leave from now on."

Xiu Niang said: "It's almost New Year's Eve, so naturally we should stay at home."

Song Zhi said, "No, I won't go next year, and I won't go to the client's house."

Xiu Niang was stunned for a moment, but her first reaction was not to be happy, but to say, "Master, did you suffer wrong there?"

Song Zhi quickly waved her hand: "No, no, the customer treats me very well!"

Xiu Niang: "Then why don't you go? Didn't you say that their family recruits long-term painters?"

Song Zhi paused, and said: "...I want to come back to accompany Xiuniang, I'm afraid you will be lonely at home alone."

Xiu Niang wanted to talk nonsense, a man is supposed to work hard for his career, how could he stop doing it because of her?But thinking about Song Zhi is also because of her, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so let's have a happy new year, and it won't be too late to talk about it later.So he smiled slightly and said, "It's hard for the young master to have a heart."

Song Zhi saw Xiu Niang smiling, so she laughed too.

A few days after returning home, it was Laba.The weather in Laba was extremely cold that day, the wind and snow were blowing outside the house, the north wind was blowing bitterly, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, which made people feel a little frightened for no reason.

Xiu Niang was cooking Laba porridge, and Song Zhi was sitting in front of the stove, talking to her.

At this moment, the dilapidated wooden door of Song Zhi's house suddenly made a "dong dong dong!" sound, which was rapid and violent, as if someone was knocking on the door vigorously.

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