Southerners

Song Zhi automatically understood that the candy was very sweet, and continued: "I also think it is very sweet."

Lushi Mountain is not high, and it takes only one or two hours to climb to the top, but Song Zhi wore a lot of clothes when she went out, and after climbing against the spring sun for an hour, she became a little hot. Meng Huan saw his forehead dripping with sweat, and pointed Not far from the Octagonal Pavilion, he said, "Let's go there and have a rest."

The octagonal pavilion is called Linfeng Pavilion, and there are tourists who come for outing in twos and threes.

Song Zhi went up the stairs and stood in front of the pavilion, only to see two poems engraved on the vermilion pillar, which were "Laughing at the Spring Wind" by Wen Tingyun.

"Where is the spring breeze,

Rao Fangcao in the other hall. "

Many people in ancient and modern times regarded Wen Tingyun's Ci as the sound of Liang Chen Yufeng, but Song Zhi didn't think so.When he saw this line of poetry, he was a little surprised in his heart. He didn't know what kind of person would write these two lines of poetry here.

Although Meng Huan knew some Confucianism, he didn't know much about poetry and poetry. He had never read Wen Tingyun's poem, so he didn't know what it meant. Seeing Song Zhi stop, he stopped beside Song Zhi and asked: "What's wrong?"

Song Zhi shook her head and said, "I just think the writing is good." Then she stepped into the Linfeng Pavilion.

Wen Tingyun's "Mocking the Spring Breeze" actually has a "sao" meaning of the Chu style, which is easily reminiscent of Song Yu's "Feng Fu". of fainting.

There must have been many high officials who came to Fengting. I don't know how long this poem has been written here, but no one has raised any objections. I don't know if those high officials don't understand or are unwilling to say it.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi was a little funny.

The two rested in the Linfeng Pavilion for a while, only to realize that it is worthy of being called the Linfeng Pavilion. The Linfeng Pavilion is right at the mouth of the wind, standing on a piece of open space cut out on the mountainside. The sound floated over together.

Song Zhi couldn't help but think of the sentence "climbing the tower, you will feel relaxed and happy, you will forget your favor and disgrace, and you will be happy when you drink wine to the wind", she just feels open-minded and refreshed, stuffing the remaining lion candy into her arms, and her whole body is full of vitality. Full of energy, can't wait to climb to the top.He stood up and strode out of Linfeng Pavilion.

The wind blew in the Linfeng Pavilion, and Song Zhi was no longer hot. It seemed that her steps up the mountain became much lighter. After a while, the two of them reached the top of the mountain.

Looking down from Lushi Mountain, you can see Fangshi, Bocaifang, Jinchengfang, etc. in the southwest of Dadu, but the nearest one is Chenghuang Temple, which is in the southwest corner of Dadu.

"See that river?" Meng Huan pointed to a white winding river not far away, "That's the Jinshui River."

"The Jinshui River is connected to the Taiye Pool, and next to the Taiye Pool is the Taiwo Palace and Longfu Palace."

Song Zhi followed Meng Huan's hand and looked over, and saw two tall and magnificent buildings, which were particularly conspicuous outside the ordinary folk squares.

"That," Meng Huan pointed to the east, "is Daqingshou Temple."

Song Zhi pointed to the tall building farther away from the Crown Prince's uterus: "That's the Imperial Palace, right?"

Meng Huan nodded, because it was too far away, the palace could only faintly watch it.

"If you want to go to the palace, I can take you there in the future." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi smiled: "What am I going to do in the palace?"

The flowers on the top of the mountain are not as blooming as compared to those at the foot of the mountain. Begonias and apricots are the most and bloom the best.

In the Song Dynasty, crabapple flowers were regarded as the "honor of flowers". Song Zhi lived in Lin'an when she was a child, and Lin'an had a lot of crabapple flowers in her garden, so Song Zhi loved crabapple flowers very much.

In "The Story of Begonia" written by Shen Li of the Song Dynasty, the habit form of Begonia was described in detail, and the flower of Begonia was described in "The Story of Begonia":

"Its flowers... at the beginning are extremely red like rouge, and when they open, they gradually become dizzy, and when they fall, they look like a pale pink. ; Its stamens are like golden millet stamens, and three of them have whiskers like purple silk; its fragrance is clear and cool, neither blue nor musk deer."

Seeing that he likes it, Meng Huan said: "If you like it, you can plant a few plants in the garden in the future. In this way, you can see it every spring, and you don't have to travel all the way here."

Song Zhi was surprised and said, "Didn't you say that after you left Beijing, you let me go back to Xingshun Hutong and stopped controlling me?"

Seeing Meng Huan's complexion darken at a speed visible to the naked eye, Song Zhi immediately realized what Meng Huan meant. He just said that he could leave the Meng Mansion after he left for the expedition, and would come back later, so she immediately shut up and turned her head away.

Meng Huan frowned and said, "You don't want to stay in the Meng Mansion so much? What's wrong with me treating you?"

Song Zhi said in a muffled voice: "The villain dare not!"

Meng Huan didn't bother with him either, it wasn't a day or two since this man didn't want to see him, he took Song Zhi's hand, "Be hungry, let's do it."

At this time, a voice happened not far away, shouting loudly: "Zi Lan!"

Song Zhi heard the voice familiar, but when she looked back, it was Qi Luqian who hadn't seen him for several months.

At this time, Meng Huan was still holding his hand, Song Zhi struggled quickly, but before opening it, he turned around and glared at Meng Huan angrily, and said in a low voice, "Let go!"

Song Zhi slammed it violently, and it was thrown away, but because of too much force, the mountain road was rough, his feet were unstable, and he lost his center of gravity all of a sudden, and fell backwards.

"Be careful, Zilan!" Qi Luqian shouted.

Meng Huan didn't have time to express his dissatisfaction with Qi Luqian, so he quickly pulled Song Zhiyi away, but he didn't expect that a rock under his feet was not stable, and Song Zhi led him to fall down.

"Too bad!" Meng Huan said in his heart.

There are many strange rocks on Mount Lushi, if he fell on a rock, the injuries would be minor, so he immediately reached out and grabbed Song Zhi into his arms, and the two of them fell into the woods beside the road together.

Song Zhi only felt the world spinning for a while, and rolled a few times on the ground with soft soil, dead branches and leaves, fallen flowers and gravel, her body seemed to be scratched, and the pain was burning, and then there was a sudden impact, Song Zhi's body suddenly After a pause, they heard a muffled groan, and the two of them stopped together.

Song Zhi didn't recover from the dizziness, but realized that the muffled groan just now was because Meng Huan bumped into something.

"Master!" Song Zhi called out tentatively, with a little anxiety in her voice, "Are you injured?"

Song Zhi was held in Meng Huan's arms, and immediately struggled to get up and look at Meng Huan, but Meng Huan hugged him even tighter, and whispered: "Don't move!"

Song Zhi didn't know why, but after hearing this, she really calmed down and let Meng Huan hold her without moving.He no longer had a conscience, and knew that Meng Huanfang fell down with him to save him, and he protected him the whole way.

Meng Huan seemed to be injured, and his breathing was a little heavy, but he deliberately suppressed it.Meng Huan's arm around him was steady and strong, and he pressed Song Zhi into his arms with an unquestionable gesture.

Listening to his heartbeat, Song Zhi couldn't help but think of the scene in the study a few days ago when Meng Huan took his hand and pressed it to her chest, saying that he was sincere.

Song Zhi buried her face in Meng Huan's arms and said in a low voice, "Thank you, young master." But Meng Huan didn't pay attention.

After a while, Meng Huan suddenly moved his hand, reaching out to the ground beside him like lightning, as if he had caught something, he let go of Song Zhi, and said: "There is a snake, caught it."

Song Zhi glanced, and saw that Meng Huan was holding the head of a small flower snake in his hand, which was obviously poisonous.It turned out that Meng Huan was just preparing to catch the snake, so he was not allowed to move.

"Toxic, young master." Song Zhi said anxiously.

Meng Huan turned around and smiled at him: "It's okay, the venom is in its mouth, there is no poison on the snake's skin."

The side of Meng Huan's face was scratched by gravel, and blood oozes out. There should be other injuries on his body, but his smile is as relaxed as if he just knocked down the table.

Meng Huan saw that Song Zhi was in a daze, touched the top of his hair, and said, "Why, are you so scared? Are you still afraid of snakes?"

Song Zhi shook her head and pointed to the snake in Meng Huan's hand. The little snake was very irritable at the moment and was completely irritated. It wrapped its thin body around Meng Huan's arm:

"It... how to deal with it?"

Meng Huan said: "What do you say to deal with it, of course it is to be killed. It almost crawled on your body just now."

Thinking about that scene, Song Zhi couldn't help feeling a little creepy, no one wanted to be bitten by a poisonous snake.

Meng Huan said that if he was killed, he would be killed, so he immediately found a stone and smashed the little snake's head to pieces. Song Zhi looked at it, felt a little disgusted, and hid back.

"It's all right." Meng Huan comforted, and then asked, "Did you get hurt anywhere?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "No."

But Meng Huan was worried, and checked Song Zhi carefully, and saw that only her leg was scratched, so she was relieved, and said: "After going back, apply some medicine, and it will be fine soon."

"You're injured." Song Zhi said suddenly.

When Meng Huan checked whether Song Zhi was injured, Song Zhi found that Meng Huan was injured. Just now, Meng Huan hugged him and resisted most of the injuries by himself. At the last moment, he slammed into the stone violently, and the clothes on his back were shattered. It was scratched, and the cut was stained red with blood, which looked shocking.

"Blood on the back."

Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that there was some pain in his back, he felt it with his hand without hesitation, but he couldn't feel it, then he moved his body and said, "It doesn't matter if the flesh hurts, not the muscles and bones. "

Song Zhi had a sore nose, a little distressed, and a little bit of self-blame, and looked at Meng Huan silently in frustration, almost crying.

This man's indifferent appearance, presumably because he has become accustomed to being injured during marches and wars all year round, so he feels that such injuries are nothing to worry about.

But Meng Huan smiled slightly, leaned in front of Song Zhi, and whispered: "If you feel guilty, just kiss me, and I won't hurt anymore."

Song Zhi glared at him, but coupled with that expression of about to cry, it was really not deterrent, but it made Meng Huan stare so distracted that he almost couldn't hold it back.

"If you don't kiss me, I will kiss you." Meng Huan said.

A sense of crisis suddenly struck, and Song Zhi was trying to hide, but Meng Huan clamped her chin with the hand that hadn't touched the snake, and then Meng Huan leaned over and kissed her.

Song Zhi's mind went blank all of a sudden, and she struggled violently, but Meng Huan pressed him hard against the rock he hit just now.

There is no retreat, no escape.

Meng Huan's kiss was fierce and aggressive, like a storm, forcing Song Zhi to be breathless, almost suffocating.

Meng Huan's face was wounded, and Song Zhi could smell a faint smell of blood on the tip of his nose. In addition, he grabbed a handful of rocks while struggling, but felt a sticky liquid. Don't think about it, it should be Meng Huan just now. The blood left when it hit it.

Meng Huan's muffled groan at that time was clearly in pain.

Meng Huan's kiss was as hot and domineering as his own. Feeling the bloody smell from the tip of her nose, Song Zhi couldn't struggle any longer. She gave up her resistance and closed her eyes.

Song Zhi had never kissed anyone before, and now she only felt that she was in the sea, like a drowning person, and there was only a floating boat in the sea, and this boat was Meng Huan.

Song Zhi couldn't help holding Meng Huan's skirt, raised her head, and tried her best to adapt to Meng Huan's rhythm.

"Zi Lan!" A familiar voice suddenly exploded outside the woods.

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The article was updated at [-]:[-], but it was revised again. The update time is not [-]:[-], and the obsessive-compulsive disorder is going crazy.

We finally kissed each other. How is it? Are you all happy?Hurry up and be happy, because Captain Meng is about to go to war, and you probably won't see him for many chapters.