Southerners

After Meng Huan left, Song Zhi went back to Xingshun Hutong as he said.

In Xingshun Hutong, Xiuniang was very pleasantly surprised by Song Zhi's return.

After arriving at Meng's Mansion on Yuanzheng Festival, Song Zhi still came back to visit Xiuniang once every ten days, counting, it was less than ten days since the last time she came back.

"The customer has something to go out and won't be back in a short time, so let me go home to rest." Song Zhi explained.

Xiu Niang lived alone, so she was very lonely after all, and she was very happy to hear that Song Zhi could stay at home for a while.

Moreover, Meng Huan's remuneration to Song Zhi is very considerable. Song Zhi's current money, if he saves a little money, will be enough for him to use for a year or so without any problem.

Xiuniang was very happy, and immediately called the neighbors Bai Man'er and Bai Azhu over, had a meal together, and got together.

Bai Man'er hadn't seen Song Zhi for a long time, and had been looking at Song Zhi secretly.

After dinner, Bai Man'er quietly asked Song Zhi: "Brother Lang, what happened on Yuanzheng Festival?"

On the day of the Yuanzheng Festival, Song Zhi was in a hurry to find Bai Man'er, a little helper, but she didn't explain what happened to the three of them in detail. Both Xiu Niang and Bai Azhu were at a loss, thinking that a thief really stole something .

Bai Man'er had seen the man with the mask before. Although she was young, she was smart enough to know that things were definitely not what they appeared to be. When Xiu Niang and Bai Azhu questioned her, they only said that there was a thief. Only now did he dare to ask Song Zhi quietly.

Song Zhi didn't want to talk too much about these things to the little girl, besides, Meng Huan kept him secret, so many things were not explained in detail, and Song Zhi didn't know much about it, so she patted her head and said:

"Don't worry, Man'er, it's just that Brother Lang was working outside and accidentally provoked someone. Others wanted to punish me to vent their anger, but in the end I was stopped by my master. I'm fine."

Bai Man'er didn't believe it, and asked with wide eyes, "Really?"

Song Zhi: "When did Brother Lan lie to you?"

Bai Man'er thought about it too, so he gave up.

In order to divert her attention, Song Zhi asked, "During the New Year's Eve, I said that I wanted to go to the Jiaofang Division, but I was not allowed to help. Now that it's been more than a month, is it possible?"

Mentioning this matter, Bai Man'er smiled sweetly: "It's done, Brother Lang! Man'er has been studying in Jiaofang Division for a while now."

Bai Chongliu is an actor, and Bai Man'er is his daughter, so she naturally has talent in this area, plus she has a good appearance, a sweet mouth and can talk, so she is very popular among seniors in Jiaofangsi.

"Man'er and Niangqin both stay at home, how can they get into Jiaofang Division?" Song Zhi asked.

Bai Man'er smiled and said: "It's a friend my father met when he was acting. He met my mother by chance and came to my house for dinner. When he saw me, he thought I had talent, so he wanted to introduce me."

Song Zhi was a little surprised: "What friend? Whose name is it? Where do you live?"

Bai Man'er said: "He said his name is Qin Yuelian, he met his father when he was acting, and he lives in Pingzaifang."

Song Zhi frowned immediately, Pingzaifang is near Jiandemen, not too far from Danguifang, if they were acting together, Bai Chongliu has been gone for half a year, it's impossible to find out during the New Year's Eve, if it can really be better Introduce an errand for Bai Man'er. After Bai Chongliu died, he didn't show his face for no reason.

Song Zhi looked at Bai Man'er's eyes without any impurities, as well as her sweet and complacent smile, and felt a little worried.

"Brother Lang, is there a problem?" Seeing Song Zhi frowning, Bai Man'er couldn't help asking.

Song Zhi thought for a while, and thought that maybe the others really had good intentions?Say more to yourself, in case you misunderstand, it's not beautiful.

"It's okay." Song Zhi said, "Since Man'er chose to go to the Jiaofang Division, he has to practice hard so that he can serve his mother in the future."

Bai Man'er nodded heavily.

After that, Song Zhi settled down in Xingshun Hutong with peace of mind.

On the twenty-fourth day, I was fortunate enough to go to the capital by car, and the prince's real gold followed him.

"March [-]rd, peace and prosperity flourish in the southeast."

March [-]rd is a big or small festival. Most people call it the Poverty Alleviation Festival. Residents use bean millet straw to wrap their heads, feet, etc., and then throw them into the water to express their poverty alleviation.

Song Zhi wasn't too interested in this, she was quite interested in living in peace and contentment, but Bai Azhu was very enthusiastic about celebrating the festival.

In addition, March [-] is also a good day to travel.After all, it is late spring, and spring will pass soon, and if you don't swim, you won't be able to swim.

After March [-]rd, Ching Ming Festival will be in a few days. People in the Yuan Dynasty celebrate Ching Ming and Cold Food in one day, and it is also the most important festival in March.

On this day, the city is full of excitement and the palace is magnificent. From the inner garden to the common people, everyone enjoys playing on swings and playing Cuju.

Gold embroidered clothes, sachets and belts, welcoming people and laughing at peach blossoms, going to and fro painting boat tours, gifted scholars and beautiful women drunk in jade towers, all these are the grand scenes of this day.

Song Zhi didn't go out on March [-], but set up a swing for Bai Man'er on the cold food day of the Qingming Festival. There was a tree of crabapple flowers on the wall of Bai Man'er's house, and they fell to the ground one after another. There were still some hanging on the branches. nice.

Bai Man'er's swing is under the crabapple tree. She has learned opera, and her voice is like a bird's cry and a swallow's twitter, which is especially beautiful.

Bai Man'er looked at Song Zhi and giggled, reciting poems decently:

"Throw me a papaya, and repay it with Qiongju; the bandit repays it, and it will always be good!"

"Throw me a peach, and repay it with Qiongyao; a bandit repays it, and it will always be good!"

"Throw me with wood and plum, and repay it with Qiongjiu; the bandit repays it, and it will always be good!"

Papaya, jujube, and wood plum are in fact all crabapple plants. Baiman'er is considered suitable for the occasion, but Baiman'er is fourteen, and he is not too young. The meaning in this poem is inevitably somewhat unusual.

Song Zhi couldn't help laughing at her: "Man'er is in the Jiaofang Division, which young boy did you like?"

Bai Man'er blushed and shook her head: "Langomo made fun of me!"

Not long after, on March [-]th, a major event happened in the court, and it spread throughout Dadu the next day, and spread to all parts of the country through various channels at a speed comparable to an emergency military report.

Song Zhi was originally a petty citizen, so these things never got to his ears, but what happened today was really too big.

"Ahema Pingzhang is dead!"

In the early morning of the [-]th, there were discussions in the market.

"What? How did Ahema Pingzhang die? Isn't he a first-rank official?"

"Not only Master Ahema Pingzhang, Hao Zuocheng was also killed! Although Zhang Youcheng was not killed, he was also imprisoned by thieves last night, and now he is alive or dead!"

"What? Your Majesty visited Dadu, and His Highness the Crown Prince also followed. Who can kill Ahema Pingzhang and Hao Zuocheng?"

"Whoever killed him, the court has lost two cancers since then, and our people have lost two scourges. It's just right to die!"

"Extremely great!"

"It's just that I didn't expect Zhang Youcheng to escape a catastrophe, and his life should not die!"

"But what about the rebellious thief?"

"I heard that a thief named Wang Zhu was arrested last night."

"Are there any other thieves?"

"Yes, why not? Such a big conspiracy cannot be accomplished by one person. There is also a Taoist priest surnamed Gao who escaped."

"A Taoist priest surnamed Gao? Isn't the Taoist priest no longer in the world of mortals? Why do you still care about this matter?"

"Hey, hey, I know the inside story about this! Let me tell you, that Taoist priest is the Xuan Lingzi of Baiyun Temple!"

"What? Xuan Lingzi? Seriously?"

"It's absolutely unmistakable, I have a brother who saw it with his own eyes last night!"

Listening to the commotion of the neighbors, Song Zhi caught a few key words.

Zhang Youcheng's life and death are unknown.

Xuan Lingzi in Baiyun Temple is one of the thieves.

He doesn't care about other things, he can only care about things related to him.

How is Zhang Hui doing now?Will something happen?

Xuan Lingzi is a thief. I saw Meng Huan talking with him in the quiet room for a long time that day. I think the relationship is not simple, and Sa Lan happened to have a problem at that time, which also proved that Meng Huan went to see Xuan Lingzi. Ordinary drinking tea and chatting, seeking immortals and asking questions.

Could Meng Huan have something to do with all this?

... No, Meng Huan must have something to do with all of this. Meng Huan had reminded him many times not to associate with Zhang Hui, obviously because he knew something would happen to Zhang Hui.

The more Song Zhi thought about it, the more frightened she became, she hurriedly said something to Xiu Niang, and went out without even changing her clothes. When she arrived at the gate of Zhang's mansion, the guard at the door saw that he had changed his clothes, and almost didn't dare to recognize him.

Finally recognized it, and just said: "Mr. Song, Zhang's residence is busy today, so we don't accept foreigners."

Song Zhixin was burning with anxiety, and said anxiously: "But what happened to Mr. Zhang?"

The boy immediately turned dark when he heard this: "Mr. Song, be careful!"

Song Zhi cupped her hands, tried her best to hold back her anxiety, and said politely: "Brother, Mr. Zhang has saved my life and also taught me. Now that something happened in Zhang's house, I have to worry about it. Please also ask my brother to help me." It's convenient, let me go in, okay?"

Seeing that his words were sincere, and that he had really known him very well in the past four years, the young man thought about it and let Song Zhi in.

When Song Zhi entered the mansion, she saw that the atmosphere in the mansion was dull and solemn. The maids and servants all lowered their heads and walked in a hurry, obviously something important happened.

Song Zhi casually grabbed a young servant and asked, "May I ask if Mr. Zhang is in the house?"

The boy is probably a newcomer and doesn't know Song Zhi, so he glanced at him warily: "Who are you?"

When Song Zhi had time to explain to him, she happened to see Zhang Yi passing by, and raised her voice, "Uncle Zhang!"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Yi looked towards Song Zhi. When he saw Song Zhi, Zhang Yi's eyes were obviously a little colder, and he didn't speak.

Song Zhi stepped forward to meet her, and said politely, "Uncle Zhang, how is the teacher?"

Zhang Yi snorted coldly: "Thanks to you, it's very good!"

He sneered again, and said, "You still know how to come back? What are you doing when you come back?"

Song Zhi was confused by Zhang Yi's hostility, and said at a loss, "Uncle Zhang... may I ask what happened? I, I..."

"You don't need to say much." Zhang Yi said, "Speak, what are you here for?"

Song Zhi's momentum weakened, and she whispered, "I'll come and see the teacher."

Zhang Yi glanced at him with a sneer, and said, "Forget it, just follow me."

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he turned around and strode away with his hands behind his back.This appearance made Song Zhi seem to have seen Qinuo.

Thinking of Qinuo, Song Zhi couldn't help but think of Meng Huan. She panicked and felt a faint pain in her heart: "What does Meng Huan... have to do with this matter?"

Zhang Yi did not take Song Zhi to the study, but Zhang Hui's bedroom.

At the door, Zhang Yi stopped and knocked lightly: "My lord, Song Zhi is here, do you want to see him?"

Zhang Hui's suppressed cough came from inside the room, and after a while, he said, "Come in."

Only then did Zhang Yi push open the door, Song Zhi followed him into the room, walked around the screen, Zhang Hui was lying on the couch, Zhang Chengyi was waiting on the side, patted Zhang Hui's back lightly to make him feel better.

Zhang Hui was not very young before, but he took good care of it, so he didn't look old, but he was full of energy and vitality, but Zhang Hui, who was lying on the bed at the moment, really looked like an old man, with gray hair and loose skin , The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are very eye-catching.

Zhang Chengyi heard Song Zhi come in, raised his eyes from his grandfather's face, and looked at Song Zhi, that look was full of hostility.It's not the old hostility of being dissatisfied because of Zhang Hui's favor, but the hostility towards traitors.

Song Zhi was at a loss, and didn't dare to say anything, so she knelt down and bowed to Zhang Hui:

"Song Zhi met the teacher."

Zhang Hui waved his hands vigorously, coughed twice, and said, "Get up."

Song Zhiyi stood up and looked at Zhang Hui with worry in her eyes: "Teacher, your body..."

"It's okay," Zhang Hui said, "It's you, what are you doing here?"

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Note: ⑴The record in the history books is a high monk, not a Taoist priest. The plot needs to be changed to a Taoist priest.

([-]) Hao Zuocheng is Hao Zhen, Hao Yan's uncle.

Now, do you know why Captain Meng went to war? 23333, why does Zhang Hui's family have such an attitude towards Lan Lan?Have you guessed who Wang Zhu is? He has appeared once before. He has written foreshadowing for hundreds of years, and finally wrote it here. Excited!

One more point, starting today, if there are many comments, I will add more if I am in a good mood. I have the cheek to ask for collections and comments. Why don’t the few little angels talk much? I wrote 10,000+ words in total. Feel like I'm alone, the storm is crying