Southerners

"You don't have to run around about it anymore."

Bai A'Zhu's words immediately made Song Zhi's insistence for the past few days deflated like a ball.

Song Zhi was well aware of Bai Azhu's worries, but Song Zhi felt that no matter what, she had to sue Jiaofang Secretary and Yu Shilang.One is that Bai Man'er cannot be insulted in vain, and the other is that there are so many innocent women in the Jiaofang Division who are being treated unfairly.

But Song Zhi also knew that even though He Chunshan said that, it might not be useful for Bai Man'er to come out and identify him.

If the rest of the Jiaofang Division did not cooperate, they could join together and say that Bai Man'er was talking nonsense.

hateful!

Song Zhi cursed secretly, this group of thieves... are simply deceiving people too much!

Song Zhi walked out of Bai Man'er's house angrily, full of injustice, and looked back before leaving, only to see a few hideous scars across Bai Man'er's beautiful face, which was truly terrifying. There are countless other scars gone, and there is no sign of it, as if those wounds never existed.

Song Zhi's anger suddenly turned into regret and powerlessness.

... It's all because he is too incompetent, and there is nothing he can do about these dog officials.

Bai Man'er still had a slight smile on her lips, and with Bai A'Zhu's support, she slowly sat on the swing, which was set up for her by Song Zhi this spring.After Bai Man'er sat down firmly, Bai A'Zhu gently shook, the girl hummed an unknown song, and the skirt danced in the wind.

The mother and daughter didn't know who was comforting whom.

Already in mid-April, the crabapple flowers have withered long ago, and the dense branches and leaves support a huge canopy. The sunlight leaking from the leaves falls on Baiman'er's hair, which is mottled, light and shadow, light and dark. While Song Zhi was in a daze thinking that the girl had grown up and suffered all kinds of hardships, she suddenly felt that the world she was in was like this. This country seemed glamorous and powerful, but inside it bred countless darkness and evil. Nauseous and powerless.

Song Zhi closed the door, bit her lip, turned her head, and punched the wall hard.

He couldn't even protect a little girl.

When she got home, Xiuniang was drying clothes.

The snow-white fur reflected glaring light in Meng Xia's sunlight, Song Zhi squinted her eyes, and asked loudly: "Xiu Niang, it's summer, why did you turn this out and wash it?"

Xiu Niang turned her head and smiled: "This is a good fur, just take advantage of the sunshine today, let it dry in the sun, so as not to spoil it in the house, and it won't be white when you take it out in winter, and it won't look good."

What Xiuniang is drying is the silver fox tahu that Meng Huan gave him.

It doesn't look good if it's not white... Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat suddenly. He vaguely remembered Meng Huan saying that this white dress matched his temperament.

If it was Meng Huan...how would he face all of this, Song Zhi thought, and then smiled wryly, as Meng Huan, maybe he didn't need to be so troublesome at all, and it could be solved easily.

"What is the young master thinking, he looks in a bad mood."

"It's nothing," Song Zhi said, "Xiu Niang is tired, I'll hang out."

"How can this be done?" Xiu Niang smiled, "It's fine for Xiu Niang to do this kind of work."

"You just came out of Man'er's house, how is Man'er doing now?"

Song Zhi looked at Da Da Da's fur, thinking back to the day when Bai Yun watched the temple fair, he wore this Da Da and walked out of the Meng Mansion, Meng Huan stood in front of the carriage and helped Sa Lan into the carriage, and when he heard the sound, he turned to look at him.

At that glance, it was clearly a look of astonishment.

Sa Lan is so beautiful, did Meng Huan show such a look to her?

"It's recovering well, but there is a wound on the face that is too deep, and the doctor said that it may not be completely healed."

Xiu Niang frowned when she heard this, and sighed: "This girl has scars on her face, she is too ugly."

"Xiu Niang," Song Zhi couldn't help asking, "What is the most important thing for a woman?"

Xiuniang looked at Song Zhi in surprise, but she also knew why Song Zhi would ask such a question, so she paused and said, "Fame."

Song Zhi hadn't talked to Xiuniang about asking Bai Man'er to come forward to identify her, and she was undecided, not knowing whether to continue, so she said that she and Xiuniang had listened.

"Xiu Niang, do you think this is feasible?"

Xiu Niang asked: "Young master, can you be sure that after Man'er goes to identify, the servant and the governor will definitely be punished?"

"No." Song Zhi said.

Xiu Niang said: "Then, has the young master thought about what the consequences will be to Man'er if the identification fails?"

"If it's light, Man'er will be considered a frivolous woman who slanders ministers at will regardless of her reputation. If it's serious, she will even be bitten back, saying that Man'er can't seduce her."

"Master, have you thought about this?"

Song Zhi was rendered speechless by Xiu Niang's words, her face turned red and then pale, it was because he didn't think carefully, and he really didn't think of this level.

Seeing this, Xiu Niang sighed, Song Zhi was still too young.

"Xiu Niang," Song Zhi gritted her teeth, feeling a fire burning in her chest, and said unwillingly, "Then Man'er was bullied for nothing, but didn't fight back?"

"It's not that I won't fight back." Xiuniang's eyes were calm but cold, just like the look she had when she was carried to the woods by the Mongolian soldier in Pujiang that year. "It is necessary to use a more secure method to fight back."

"What way?" Song Zhi couldn't help asking.

Xiu Niang raised her eyes and glanced at Song Zhi, she didn't move a single eyebrow, but she sneered: "Man'er is not the only one who has been insulted, how can you only rely on you to fight back, and those people sit back and enjoy the benefits?"

With Xiu Niang's reminder, Song Zhi suppressed all the resentment in her chest, calmed down miraculously, went back to her room, and quietly thought about the solution.

How can we get other women who are insulted to stand up and resist together?

Song Zhi finished her lunch worryingly, and went back to her room without saying a word. After much deliberation, there was no result. Instead, she felt sleepy, so she lay down on the bed and took a nap.

Song Zhi was woken up by a knock on the door, only to hear Xiu Niang shout loudly outside the door: "Young master, young master!"

Song Zhi woke up suddenly from the dream, lifted the quilt and walked out: "Xiu Niang, what's wrong?"

Xiu Niang said: "Master, there is a man named Qinuo who said he came to visit you, do you recognize him?"

Zeno?Song Zhi was a little surprised, straightened her belt, and went out neatly dressed, only to see that Qinuo was standing impatiently at the door of her house, refusing to step in as if she was disgusted.

Qinuo didn't like Song Zhi, and Song Zhi didn't like Qinuo either. He frowned and walked to the door: "Qinuo, what are you doing here?"

Seeing him, Zeno said coldly: "The young master is going back to the mansion, and he wants to see you by name, why don't you follow me back?"

Meng Huan is back?Song Zhi was overjoyed, and suddenly felt a little joy, so eager to go to the Meng Mansion, she hurriedly turned her head and said to Xiu Niang: "Xiu Niang, my client has returned to Beijing, let me go, I will change it." I'll be back someday."

Xiu Niang stood in the room, with a puzzled look on her face, she just nodded.

I haven't seen him for two months, and the Meng Mansion is still exactly the same as before. The two stone lions at the door are imposing, staring at the passers-by with two pairs of big eyes.

Zi Nuo hurriedly took Song Zhi to Meng's mansion, and the two hurried all the way to Meng Huan's study room, when Qin Nuo knocked on the door: "Master, Song Zilan has arrived."

A calm and magnetic male voice sounded in the room: "Come in."

Hearing these two words, Song Zhi didn't immediately open the door to go in. He was inexplicably nervous, and Zeno gave him a strange look, and opened the door for him casually: "Go in."

Song Zhi took a deep breath, calmed down her rapid heartbeat, lifted her clothes, stepped over the threshold, and walked in.

Meng Huan stood behind the screen, and the gold silk embroidered lion and tiger screen obscured his figure a bit. Song Zhi suddenly felt a little thirsty, wanted to go to see him immediately, but was afraid to go there.

At this time, the person on the other side of the screen said: "Why can't you stand still? It's only been two months, and you won't listen to me?"

There was a smile in the man's voice, and the ending was rising, as if he was in a good mood.

"No, young master," Song Zhi suddenly took a few steps forward and walked around the screen, only to see Meng Huan sitting on a chair with his back facing him, his back was wrapped in a bandage, the bandage was stained red with shocking blood, it was clearly the was seriously injured.

"Master!" Song Zhi called out, and the people on the chair turned their heads when they heard the sound, but Song Zhi couldn't see his face clearly.

"Master!"

"Master!" The voice in the dream coincided with the real voice.

"Master, wake up!" Xiu Niang's familiar voice rang in her ears.

"Wake up!"

Song Zhi suddenly opened her eyes.

He looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and it took him a while to realize that it was Xiu Niang.

Xiu Niang was looking at him worriedly: "Is the young master trapped by a nightmare?"

Song Zhi took a few breaths before realizing that he was covered in cold sweat. He sat up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiu Niang, I want to drink water."

"Okay, Xiu Niang will pour it for you."

After drinking water, Song Zhi finally felt better, and gradually calmed down.

"Young Master, what did you dream about?" Xiu Niang asked softly when she saw that his expression was calm and not so scary anymore.

When Xiu Niang asked, Song Zhi thought about the scene in the dream again, and immediately thoughts and worries came to her heart.

"What time is it?" Song Zhi asked.

Xiu Niang looked at the sky: "It's time, young master."

It was getting dark, almost dark.

"Have I been asleep for so long?"

"Master has been thinking too much recently, he should take a good rest." Xiu Niang said.

It's already Youshi, if you want to go to Meng Mansion, you can only go tomorrow, today is not enough, Song Zhi thought with some regret.

Seeing Song Zhi's tired face, Xiu Niang said: "Young Master, you are hungry, Xiu Niang has already cooked the meal, if the Young Master is still tired, come and rest after dinner."

Song Zhi nodded.

However, during dinner, Song Zhi was still distracted and restless.

February [-]nd, today is April [-]th, almost two months, and Meng Huan still hasn't come back.

I don't know what's going on with the war in Burma now, what about Meng Huan, could he be seriously injured like in his dream?

Thinking of the scene in the dream, Song Zhi still had lingering fears, and indescribable panic and uneasiness were secretly fermenting.

Meng Huan was still wounded when he left. Will this affect his performance on the battlefield?Will it drag Meng Huan down and get him hurt again?

... After all, why did he argue with Meng Huan that day on Mount Lushi? Qi Luqian saw it immediately, and he didn't do anything wrong... Meng Huan was injured in the end.

While Song Zhi was annoyed, she hoped in her heart that the next day would come quickly.