Southerners

Meng Huan suppressed the rising anger in his chest, his jawline tensed, and said, "Do you want me to go?"

Song Zhi thought for a while, "Of course I don't want to."

"Why?" Meng Huan looked at him.

Song Zhi said: "Soldiers are also ominous weapons. Master, don't you remember what Xuan Lingzi in Baiyun Temple said on the day of Yanjiu Festival?"

"Whenever soldiers are used, the most unfortunate people are always the common people. If there is less war and less killing, it will be good."

Meng Huan stared at Song Zhi's face, although he knew that Song Zhi would not say anything related to him, but when he heard it, he was still a little disappointed. This disappointment was suppressed in Meng Huan's eyes and slowly fermented into anger.

The corners of Meng Huan's lips curled up in a slight sarcasm, and he said softly:

"The people are unfortunate, what does it have to do with me?"

This is angry talk.

But Song Zhi was immediately annoyed by him. She felt that her breath was stuck in her chest, unable to go up or down. Song Zhi's chest rose and fell sharply a few times before she held back her anger, but her words were not pleasant, and she countered:

"Whether we ordinary people live or die, naturally has nothing to do with noble people like the young master!"

Meng Huan looked at Song Zhi, and Song Zhi stared back at him, not giving in at all.

"Since the young master wants to go, why bother to ask me?"

This sentence is the key.

Meng Huan was really pissed off by him, this man really has no conscience.

Song Zhi stared, wondering why she was angry with him, snorted to herself, seeing that it was almost time today, she raised her hand to collect the scrolls, saluted casually after finishing, and said: "Today Let's stop here and continue tomorrow...if the young master doesn't go out tomorrow."

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she picked up the paintings and was about to leave, but Meng Huan pulled his wrist and dragged him back.

"return!"

Song Zhi's feet were unsteady, and she almost fell to the ground, but Meng Huan grabbed him and threw him onto the desk to hold him down.

This time you came and went twice, Song Zhi's waist bumped against the edge of the desk, causing a burst of pain, Song Zhi let out a muffled snort, her brows knit into a ball, thinking that she must be blue this time.

But Meng Huan didn't notice, he clasped Song Zhi's wrist so that he couldn't move, and looked down at him: "I haven't told you to go yet."

The case was so tough that it was really uncomfortable. In addition, Meng Huan was pressing him hard, Song Zhi's waist hurt and her back was so tight, she didn't care about the ambiguous posture, she struggled hard, but was caught Meng Huan restrained him even more forcefully.

Meng Huan leaned down and slowly closed the distance with Song Zhi.

"Master!" Seeing that the straight-line distance between the two was getting shorter and shorter, Meng Huan's breathing was clearly audible, and the scorching heat hit his face, making Song Zhi anxious.

Meng Huan paused, "What?"

Song Zhi flusteredly avoided Meng Huan's threatening gaze, moved her wrist, and said in a low voice, "It hurts."

Meng Huan graciously let go of Song Zhi's hand.

But it was useless, Song Zhi still couldn't escape.

The liberated wrist was already pinched red, obviously, Meng Huan forgot what he said to be soft last time.

Song Zhi rubbed her wrists, turned her head, and said straightforwardly:

"let me go."

"Don't let it go."

Song Zhi was short of breath, feeling that the current situation was very unfavorable, so he put his hands on Meng Huan's chest, trying to push him away, but with little effect.

"Zi Lan." Meng Huan said, "Look at me."

Song Zhi didn't speak.

Meng Huan stretched out his hand to touch the side of his face, Song Zhi turned his head to avoid it, Meng Huan pinched his chin and forced him to turn around.

"Look at me." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi only felt annoyed and ashamed in her heart, and stubbornly refused to look at him.

Meng Huan said: "If you don't look at me again, I will kiss you."

Song Zhi: "?!"

"It's a real kiss." Meng Huan bowed his head as if.

Song Zhi was so frightened that she immediately looked up at him.

Meng Huan took Song Zhi's hand, put his hand on his heart, and said, "Touch it yourself, can you feel my heartbeat?"

The heart in Meng Huan's chest was beating vigorously.

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong!"

One click, powerful and stable.

"I am sincere to you."

Hearing these words, Song Zhi suddenly wanted to withdraw her hand violently, as if the words matched with the powerful heartbeat scorched his palm.

Sincerely, what then?

Song Zhi didn't dare and didn't want to think about the future.

"Zi Lan!"

Meng Huan firmly held Song Zhi's hand, pulled it to his lips, lowered his head and kissed his fingers.

The kiss fell on Song Zhi's hand hotly, causing Song Zhi to resist and resist instinctively, trying to withdraw her hand, which seemed to have annoyed Meng Huan. He grabbed Song Zhi's wrist and threatened in a low voice:

"Don't move."

Song Zhi suddenly froze into a log.

Satisfied, Meng Huan bent down and placed a light kiss on Song Zhi's forehead.

Soft as a feather to the touch, yet terribly hot.

The breath belonging to Meng Huan enveloped Song Zhi, and the unique temperature and touch belonging to Meng Huan stuck to her forehead, Song Zhi involuntarily closed her eyes.

It's over, Song Zhi thought.

When Meng Huan backed away, Song Zhi somehow borrowed a strong force, pushed Meng Huan away, and rushed out in panic.

Meng Huan didn't stop him, he touched his lips reminiscingly, he wanted to kiss his lips just now... but he was afraid that he would make people anxious, so he only kissed his forehead.

Oh, it's so sad.

Qinuo who was guarding the door was very messy, of course he didn't know what was going on in the house, but Song Zhi, who looked like a woman who had been slighted, ran out in a hurry, making Zeno tremble, and he didn't dare to look into the house , for fear of seeing something that shouldn't be seen.

"Zino!" Meng Huan called, "Come in and tidy up."

Zeno: "?!"

Like a frightened quail, Zeno moved in, not daring to look around, Meng Huan looked at him a little strangely: "I told you to pack some papers, why are you so afraid?"

With his head down, Zeno was almost forced to cry by Meng Huan, and said in a murmur, "Young master, can you remind me in advance... I'm really small..."

Meng Huan used to like women, but this was the first time he showed interest in men.

And, the point is, this is in the study!He is still guarding outside!

Meng Huan: "How can I remind you? As far as love goes..."

Zeno was already ashamed to listen: "Master, there is no need to talk about the rest."

Meng Huan glanced at him: "Where did you go, nothing happened."

Zeno: "I don't believe it."

Meng Huan: "Didn't you see how fast he was running just now?"

Zeno: "..."

Makes sense.

Zeno recalled Song Zhi's appearance just now, and felt that nothing happened.

Meng Huan seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "Don't ask."

Zeno immediately flattened his mouth, he really fell out of favor.

Meng Huan was depressed and had no time to be poor with him.

While tidying up the scrolls scattered on the ground just now, Zeno observed Meng Huan's expression, and felt that he had glimpsed something terrible, so he carefully suggested:

"Young master, if you can't touch people with love, as a young master, even if he is unwilling, can you not do it?"

"Shut up!" Meng Huan shot him a sideways look, then waved his hand, "Get lost."

The next day, the kings Xiang Wuda'er, Youcheng Taibu, the Secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, and Jin, who was a member of the political affairs, were ordered to march south to Burma.

Meng Huan didn't go.

Because Meng Huan learned from Lian Er that Song Zhi's waist was injured.

After hearing this, Zeno was very contemptuous, and said that nothing happened.

Meng Huan couldn't argue, so he took the medicine wine he usually used for bruises and asked Lian Er to give it to Song Zhi.

After all, Song Zhi might not accept what he gave now.

When Song Zhiyang suffered a back injury, he heard another news.

Zhangzhou Chen Diaoyan was killed.

Chen Diaoyan had crossed paths with Wen Tianxiang, and both of them took it as their mission to resist the Yuan Dynasty and Xing Song Dynasty, from birth to death, they never stopped for a single day.

Now Wen Tianxiang is lingering in the prison in Dadu, and he remains steadfast in the face of the Yuan court's heavy-handed surrender. He only bites to death that I am from the Song Dynasty.

Chen Diaoyan has resisted the Yuan Dynasty for five or six years. Last year, the ancestors sent Wanzhe Badu and Gao Xing to disturb the bandits, but within a few months, they broke down several villages. He was captured at Qianbiling and killed in Zhangzhou this spring.

Song Zhi knew that Chen Diaoyan was actually very young, only in his early thirties, but he had done what Song Zhi hadn't been able to do.

Fight to the last soldier and die in martyrdom.

But he committed himself to the mansion of a Mongol, relying entirely on the Mongol for food and clothing. How is this behavior different from that of a general like Fan Wenhu?

With what face should he face his father who died guarding the city, his mother who died at the hands of the Mongols, those heartfelt servants, and Xiuniang, who did not hesitate to be humiliated but endured humiliation to bring him up?

With what face should he face the soldiers who died in the Song Dynasty and the displaced people?

Song Zhi was bored in the house for many days and did not go out.

Lian'er didn't know why Song Zhi suddenly became depressed, and she served her wholeheartedly, fearing that something would dissatisfy Song Zhi, but the more she was like this, the more unbearable Song Zhi was.

Throughout the Yuan Dynasty, the Han people suffered from bullying and oppression, and were squeezed out by those in power everywhere.Why did he, Song Zilan, live in the Meng Mansion with peace of mind and enjoy all this like a Mongolian?

That day Song Zhi drove Lian Er out and locked herself in the house alone.

When Meng Huan came, Song Zhi's door was tightly closed.

Lian'er whispered: "Mr. has been like this for the past few days, and today he has shut himself up for most of the day."

Meng Huan frowned, Song Zilan was angry with him?Or for something else?

Meng Huan cleared his throat and knocked on the door: "Song Zilan, open the door and come out."

No sound.

Meng Huan raised his voice and said, "If you don't open the door, I'll kick it in."

Still silent.

Meng Huan frowned, because of what happened that day?No way... He just kissed his forehead and didn't do anything else.

Seeing that there was no response from the people inside, Meng Huan became a little impatient, and kicked the door open without saying hello.

Song Zhili stood in front of the desk with his back to them, and the sound of kicking the door didn't make him turn around.

Meng Huan walked in with his hands behind his back, Lian'er tactfully helped him close the door and stood guard outside.

"Zi Lan." Meng Huan called out.

Song Zhi seemed to be writing.

Meng Huan sighed: "Even if you are angry with me, you can't do that. I won't force you anymore, is that okay?"

The few pounds that Song Zhi put on during the Chinese New Year have lost weight for some reason recently, and now that it is spring, the clothes are not as thick as in winter, and Song Zhi's figure looks even thinner.

The slender shoulders and straight and slender waist make Song Zhi extra slender and stubborn.

Meng Huan walked over, grabbed Song Zhi's waist with one hand, gently rubbed Song Zhi's injured area, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Zhi's writing hand paused suddenly.

Meng Huan casually lowered his head to look.

A big and eloquent article.

"Yu Prisoner sits in an earthen room in the north court. The room is eight feet wide and deep enough to search around..."

The last few sentences are:

"Keeping this in mind, look up at Floating Clouds.

My heart is sad for a long time, the sky is so terrific.

The day of the philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in the past.

The eaves show books and read, and the ancient roads shine in color. "

Song Zhi's pen tip paused at the place where the signature was signed, and it was written impressively:

"Song Zilan, Wushen in the month of Mao in Renwu year."

Meng Huan's face suddenly changed.

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Note: (19) The exact date of Chen Diaoyan's murder was not found, but it is only known that he was killed in Zhangzhou in the spring of the 1282th year of Zhiyuan ([-]).

⑵Song Zhi wrote this big piece "Song of Righteous Qi". Lan Lan is paying tribute to her idol Wen Tianxiang, expressing that she wants to learn from her idol.

⑶Maoyue Wushen in the Renwu year was February 1282, 2. Song Zhi used the Ganzhi to record the year, month, and day. At this time, Kublai Khan’s year name went to the 18th year of the Yuan Dynasty, which meant that he was devoted to the Song Dynasty. Meng Xiaowei saw his I mean, that's why I changed my face.