Southerners

Meng Huan looked at Song Zhi, with a faint smile in his eyes, and said, "You have to go back to my Meng residence."

Song Zhi was slightly taken aback, she didn't expect him to put forward such a condition, and asked in puzzlement, "Why?"

Meng Huan said in a high-sounding way: "Come back and continue to teach me how to write."

"I've already said it," Song Zhi said, "You can practice calligraphy well without me now."

Meng Huan said, "Then teach me something else."

Song Zhi: "For example?"

Meng Huan said casually: "Aren't you good at painting, teach me how to paint."

Painting is a skill that Meng Huan can't use, and Song Zhi doubts his sincerity in studying.

Meng Huan continued to fool around solemnly: "Think about it, if they come to you once, they will come to you a second time. I will help you block this time. If you are not by my side in the future, I will not be able to help you a second time. If you are single and weak, what should you do?"

"Stay in the Meng Mansion, and I can protect you better."

Song Zhi was still a little skeptical, so she grasped the key point and asked, "There are countless famous Confucian scholars in the world today, why did you choose an unknown boy like me to be your teacher?"

Meng Huan smiled, and suddenly leaned close to Song Zhi. Song Zhi was startled and couldn't help but retreat, leaning against the soft cushion in the carriage. Meng Huan still leaned forward, and Song Zhi had no way to retreat.

"you……"

Meng Huan said, "Because you are prettier than them."

Song Zhi suddenly opened her eyes wide, thinking that this man could say something serious, but it turned out that there were only three serious words, so she turned her head away angrily, avoiding Meng Huan's sight, and snorted coldly: "The pen and ink talent in the stomach is not based on the appearance of the skin." to measure!"

Meng Huan said: "I think you are very talented."

Song Zhi looked at him: "How can you see that?"

Meng Huan held the fox mask that Song Zhi had just put on in his hand, and stretched out his hand to put it on Song Zhi. Song Zhi wanted to hide, but Meng Huan lowered his head and whispered, "Don't move, someone is coming."

Only then did Song Zhi obediently stay still, and hearing Meng Huan's voice rang in her ears, she continued, "I've read the books you left behind, and there are annotations and notes you made in the books, which are very insightful."

Song Zhi was really surprised now, Meng Huan had already fastened the mask, and stepped back slightly, Song Zhi looked up at him and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Meng Huan said, "Let's see if you have scolded me secretly."

Song Zhi: "..."

Meng Huan laughed and lowered his head to put on his cat-head mask.

Song Zhi noticed that Meng Huan seemed to be in a particularly good mood today and laughed many times.

When Meng Huan put on the mask for himself, a chaoman voice suddenly sounded from outside the carriage, saying, "Hazier, are you in the carriage?"

Song Zhi looked at Meng Huan through the eyes of the fox mask, and saw Meng Huan put his index finger on his lips, and said softly, "Shh, stay here, don't make a sound."

Song Zhi nodded.

Before Chuoman rushed in, Meng Huan lifted a corner of the green cloth curtain and walked out, with his usual expression, he said with a smile: "Chuoman, why are you here?"

Chuoman was wearing the same cat mask as Meng Huan, so she couldn't see her expression clearly, but she could only tell from her tone and small movements that she was not very happy, and said, "We came out together, but who knew you would disappear halfway through?" Silhouette!"

Meng Huan said, "Isn't Lian Shen accompanying you?"

Chuoman wrinkled the tip of her beautiful nose, and acted dissatisfied: "I want you to accompany me."

"What are you doing back in the carriage alone?"

Meng Huan said: "There are many people, noisy, and bored. Go back to the carriage and rest for a while."

Chuo Man didn't suspect that Meng Huan didn't like the activity of going out to watch lanterns on the Lantern Festival. Every year, he dragged him out by himself, so he shook Meng Huan's arm: "You can stay with me for a while ,Okay?"

Meng Huan watched Chuo Man grab her hand, smiled slightly, patted the back of her hand, and took her hand off.

Meng Huan actually didn't really want to agree, after all, Song Zhi was still in the carriage, if he left like this, it was inevitable that Song Zhi would not have any accidents, but if he refused Chuo Man at this time, it would make Chuo Man suspicious again, right? Fool.

After thinking for a while, Meng Huan agreed: "Okay, then I'll go into the carriage and get something."

Chuoman was puzzled: "What?"

Meng Huan smiled and said, "A gift for you."

Chuo Man suddenly smiled and rolled his eyes: "Okay, take it! I'll wait for you here!"

Meng Huan turned around and got into the carriage again. Song Zhi heard the whole conversation between the two in the carriage, so she knew that Meng Huan was going to play with Chuo Man now. Looking at Meng Huan, he didn't know what to say for a while, and he was a little uneasy .

Why did Chuo Man happen to appear at this time, and why did he have to take Meng Huan away?Is it really a coincidence, or someone arranged it with ulterior motives?Besides Meng Huan, does anyone else know that he is here?Is Meng Huan worthy of trust?

Meng Huan reached out his hand to touch Song Zhi's hair, pressed it lightly, and said in a low voice with a sense of reassurance, "I'll be back soon, don't run around, those people may not have left yet."

Song Zhi didn't speak.

Meng Huan's gift to Chuoman was actually a bracelet he bought casually at a hawker stall in the city next to General Dushu. It was woven with black wool thread and was used to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters. Come down, it can be an excuse at this moment.

Song Zhi listened to the movement outside the carriage, and the two seemed to be walking away slowly while talking and laughing. Song Zhi quietly glanced out through the gap in the curtain, and it was true that there was no one there, and she couldn't help herself.

If Meng Huan told him not to leave, would he not leave?Who knows what will happen if you sit in the carriage waiting to die?

Song Zhi waited and waited, but did not see Meng Huan coming back, and finally made up his mind to go out, but just when he lifted the green cloth curtain, a tall and burly Mongolian appeared in front of the carriage. The man lowered his head and did not look at Song Zhi. Zhi, the voice is composed and calm:

"Master, please stay in the carriage and don't run around."

Song Zhi took a look at the Mongolian, his muscles were knotted, and he knew that the fighting power was amazing. It seemed that Meng Huan had arranged it very well, but why didn't he see this man early in the morning?

The Mongolian man said again: "Please come in, sir. It would be bad if people see you."

Song Zhi was a little puzzled: "You know me? I don't seem to have seen you before."

The Mongolian man said: "It's normal that you haven't seen a villain, sir."

Song Zhi wanted to ask what the normal method was, but he didn't ask. After all, he believed that with Meng Huan's ability, the people under him would definitely not be able to ask anything, so he waved his hand: "I know." Then he returned to the carriage.

Song Zhi didn't know how long she had been waiting in the carriage, she was sleepy and hungry.He glanced out through the window, the moon was in the middle of the sky, the round round was like a silver plate, the lanterns on General Dushu were still faintly visible in the distance, and the trees beside the road were also hung with colorful lanterns. Go, like a fire dragon, especially eye-catching and beautiful in the night.

I don't know if Xiuniang and Man'er have gone home or if they are worried about him.

Song Zhi was worried and sad at the same time, and was soon attacked by drowsiness, and soon fell asleep.

When Meng Huan came back, he saw Song Zhi sleeping in the carriage.Because there was no bed, he didn't sleep very comfortably, and would move from time to time. Meng Huan gently helped him up, let Song Zhi lie in his arms, and adjusted him to a comfortable position to continue sleeping.The newly bought lantern was put aside by Meng Huan, and the dancing candlelight came out from the red lantern, flashing and flashing, and the light and shadow shone on Song Zhi's side face.

Meng Huan poked his head out and ordered softly: "Go back, walk slowly, don't stagger."

The coachman agreed.

Meng Huan rubbed the center of his brows, leaned on the carriage, seemed a little tired, but also a little angry, not sure who it was.

Song Zhi woke up suddenly on the way back to the Meng Mansion.

Maybe it was because of the stimulation today, Song Zhi slept very uncomfortably, and when she closed her eyes, she saw the scene of Li Hansu dying in front of him. Song Zhi watched her powerlessly close her eyes, feeling at a loss in her heart, as if she was empty Yes, when I opened my eyes, it was a warm embrace.

Song Zhi was stunned, stunned by the fact that she was sleeping in Meng Huan's arms.

Meng Huan asked in a low voice, "Are you awake?"

Song Zhi hurriedly got up from Meng Huan's arms, stepped back, lowered her head, and whispered, "Master, forgive me."

Meng Huan said, "No problem."

Song Zhi felt the carriage going, paused, and couldn't help asking: "Master, where are we going?"

Meng Huan: "Of course I'm going home."

"Go home?" Song Zhi hesitated, "...Meng Mansion?"

Meng Huan: "Otherwise?"

Song Zhi was keenly aware that Meng Huan seemed to be in a low mood, guessing whether his own affairs made him embarrassed, and said softly: "Master... Otherwise, you should let me go back to Xingshun Hutong."

Song Zhi's original intention was not to drag Meng Huan down, but Meng Huan misunderstood and frowned, "You don't want to go back with me?"

"Whoever saved you today, wouldn't you know how to repay your kindness?"

Song Zhi lowered her head: "That's not what I meant."

Meng Huan waved his hand: "There's no need to explain, you must return to the Meng Mansion with me today."

Meng Huan paused, and then said: "Do you know who is behind the man who arrested you?"

Song Zhi raised her eyes to look at him, thinking that this should be the reason why Meng Huan was unhappy.

Only Meng Huan said: "That man is called Chahan Buhua, and he is under His Highness the Crown Prince's subordinates."

Song Zhi was shocked immediately: "But why did His Royal Highness want to arrest me? I only met His Highness once."

Meng Huan didn't speak.

Song Zhi thought carefully about what she had done, and looked at what Meng Huan meant, she seemed to know something. Meng Huan mentioned earlier that it was related to what Ang Ha asked, but the crown prince has a noble status, so he would have something to do with these paintings. What's the matter?Even involved to the point of arresting him?

Song Zhi raised her head and observed Meng Huan's face carefully. Meng Huan was not wearing a mask, and a few rays of moonlight fell in and sprinkled on Meng Huan's side face. matter.

Song Zhi understood now.

If the person who wanted to arrest him was the crown prince, let alone Meng Huan, even if Chuo Man talked, it would be useless.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the crown prince, who is truly under one person and above ten thousand people.

It was not easy for Meng Huan to save him from the prince, so Meng Huan did this.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi suddenly felt guilty.

I feel guilty for doubting Meng Huan not long ago.

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master, Xiuniang's side... I'm not at ease, I..."

Meng Huan looked back at him with a dangerous look in his eyes. Song Zhi felt that if he said one more word to leave, Meng Huan would probably knock him unconscious and take him back.

"I just want to ask, can the young master send someone back to report to them that they are safe...It is best to be a Han Chinese. The Mongols look too scary, and they may be frightened."

Hearing what Song Zhi said, Meng Huan's expression softened a little, and he said, "Yes."

Song Zhi thought for a while, then said, "Young Master, do you really want to learn painting?"

"If I really want to, I can teach it. It's just that I don't draw very well... I'm afraid that I will mislead my students."

This is the condition for agreeing to what Meng Huan said at the beginning, to go back with Meng Huan.

The author has something to say:

Guess, is the prince really wanting to arrest Lan Lan? 23333