Southerners

Song Zhixin said: "Who has provoked him again?"

Meng Huan is reading a book, "Sixteen Cheap Strategies" by Zhuge Kongming.

Hearing Song Zhi come in, Meng Huan put down the book, turned his head and said, "Come here."

"Master, what's the matter?" Song Zhi asked as she walked over.

"Didn't I say that after I leave, don't go to Zhang Hui's mansion?"

He didn't get an answer, Meng Huan frowned slightly, and said, "Did you take my words to heart?"

"Ahema died, and Zhang Hui was on the cusp at that time, how many people were staring at him, you were coming in and out of his house, and your identity was sensitive, if someone was watching, I was far away in Burma, how could you Can I take care of you?"

Meng Huanyue said, getting more and more angry.

Song Zhi had a tough temper, and was suddenly reprimanded, and immediately retorted: "He was also my teacher, who taught me to read, write, calligraphy and painting, and saved my life. Why can't I go to see him? Unemployed civilians, why is identity sensitive?"

Regarding the sensitive identity, Song Zhi knew that Meng Huan Yuemo was talking about the photo shoot he was involved in, so she said so on purpose.

Meng Huan was a little helpless by his rebuttal. He had lived for 20 years, and Song Zhi was the first to talk to him like this. Meng Huan glared at him: "Come here." See if I don't deal with you.

"No." Song Zhi took two steps back.

The two of them stared at each other for a long while, but it was Meng Huan who took a step back and explained:

"... At first I didn't tell you, just because I didn't want you to get involved in this muddy water, but you're fine, just step on it in a daze."

"If Zhang Hui didn't trust you, do you think you could come out of Zhang's mansion alive?"

"If Lord Heli Huo Sun didn't protect you, do you think you would be able to escape unscathed?"

"I know what the teacher is like, and it is precisely because of this that I went." Song Zhi said, "And pay homage to Mr. Huo Sun... What's going on?"

Meng Huan didn't hide it from him this time, because he found that hiding it would have the opposite effect: "Let's not mention Zhang Hui's character, Zhang Zunhui is different from his father, he doesn't trust you to have nothing to do with these things , sent someone to kill you, but was stopped by the people who paid respects to Lord Huo Sun."

Song Zhi was dumbfounded: "Really?"

Meng Huan said displeased, "You don't believe me?"

Song Zhi quickly shook her head: "No."

"But Mr. Langzhong...although he doesn't like me all the time, it's not to this extent."

"It has nothing to do with whether he likes it or not. He just believes that you have betrayed Zhang Hui, so he acted like this."

Song Zhi was persuaded, he always respected Zhang Zunhui, but he didn't expect Zhang Zunhui to kill him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Then why did Lord Huo Sun save me?"

Meng Huan thought for a while: "Maybe he wants to give me a favor, or maybe it's because he appreciates you."

When Meng Huan said this, he glanced at Song Zhi, and his eyes were a little dim. Heli Huo Sun really appreciated Song Zhi, and even said that he wanted to recruit Song Zhi in front of him. Thinking of this, Meng Huan asked:

"You really don't want to be an official?"

Song Zhi was slightly stunned, not knowing why Meng Huan suddenly said this, she nodded truthfully: "Really."

Meng Huan's mood suddenly became clearer, and he said: "With your talent and learning, it is not difficult to find a job. If you have a half-time job and make some friends in the officialdom, your life will be smooth in the first two months." It won't be that sad."

"A servant of the fourth rank and a governor of the eighth rank have clearly violated the criminal law, but you have nothing to do with them. Do you have no idea in your heart?"

When Meng Huan just came back, he found that Song Zhi was making a living in that painting and calligraphy shop, so he ordered someone to check Song Zhi's whereabouts in the past few months. He just came back two days ago and was busy. Yesterday was the Ghost Festival, and he was even busier. , I was free today to talk about these things with Song Zhi.

Song Zhidao: "But the young master also saw that the servant of the fourth rank and the governor of the eighth rank were dismissed after all."

"That's Chuo Man's skill, not yours." Meng Huan said.

"So what?" Song Zhi said, "Ahema and his like are so powerful, wouldn't they be executed by everyone?"

Therefore, power will not last long, and those who commit crimes will be punished.

Meng Huan understood Song Zhi's meaning, and asked again: "If you don't commit crimes and keep your duty, wouldn't you be like this?"

Song Zhi didn't understand the twists and turns of the officialdom, and only said one sentence: "Anyway, I won't be an official." This is the bottom line.

Meng Huan shook his head helplessly, but there was a smile on his lips, which made Song Zhi a little puzzled, but the atmosphere between the two finally eased.

Meng Huan said: "If you are like this, I will not be in Beijing in the future, what happened to you, do you want to ask Chuo Man again?"

Song Zhidao: "I don't make trouble...how can there be so many troubles."

"You don't cause trouble," Meng Huan said, "then you still rush to Zhang Hui's mansion?"

"...But it's okay, at least you met Chuo Man, not someone else." Meng Huan said, "At least you didn't go to ask for peace with Mr. Huo Sun."

Although they both work for His Royal Highness, Heli Huosun is different from Meng Huan. Heli Huosun obeys the orders of the prince. Huan is purely looking at the prince's pleasing eyes and attacking political opponents. Meng Huan doesn't want Song Zhi to get too close to him.

"Come here." Meng Huan held out his hand to Song Zhi.

This time Song Zhi obediently passed by, but unexpectedly, when she got to Meng Huan's side, someone grabbed her with one hand and pushed her down on the chair. Song Zhi was startled suddenly, and looked up at Meng Huan.

Meng Huan sighed in his heart: One hand is really inconvenient.

Song Zhi sighed in her heart: Sure enough, this martial arts still needs to be practiced.

"Song Zilan." Meng Huan pressed his shoulder with his right hand to prevent him from moving, then leaned slightly, his breath approaching.

Song Zhi looked at the gradually enlarged face, couldn't help holding her breath, and lowered her eyes uncomfortably.

"Huh?" The ending sound rose slightly, with a slightly questioning tone, and it was as light as a feather, sweeping at the tip of Meng Huan's heart.

Meng Huan's breathing was getting closer and closer, he slowly approached Song Zhi's ear, and whispered in Song Zhi's ear: "Remember, you are my man."

Then he lowered his head, and bit Song Zhi's neck like a beast declaring its sovereignty.

The slight stinging pain was not unbearable, but the stinging pain quickly spread from the neck to the whole body. Song Zhi's body suddenly tensed up, and even her heart beat faster. He bit his lip and tilted his head slightly. The hair was softly attached to his face, and there was a quiet and unknown fragrance, which was bewitching.

Song Zhiwei gave an unrecognizable "um", but was caught by Meng Huan who was close at hand, and Meng Huan slightly bent his lips.

"So, don't talk about it in the future, no one belongs to anyone anymore, you know?"

Only then did Song Zhi understand that it turned out that Meng Huan was inquiring about his crimes. He Li Huo Sun asked who he belonged to, and he replied that it was no one. Unexpectedly, he also knew this.

How stingy, Song Zhi thought.

"Oh." Song Zhi said.

"Well, very good." Meng Huan pinched the back of his neck, as if petting a small animal.

"Look up." Meng Huan said in his ear.

Song Zhi unconsciously raised her head, and was greeted with a soft and eager kiss.

Song Zhi finally learned how to breathe when kissing. He grabbed Meng Huan's sleeve, a little nervous, raised his head slightly, adapted to Meng Huan's rhythm, and began to respond to him.

This is the first time that Song Zhi responded to Meng Huan while kissing.

Congratulations, Meng Huan thought.

Song Zhi's response brought Meng Huan an even more violent kiss. Song Zhi was so dazed by the kiss that she almost wanted to curse, but she had no words to scold, so she pinched Meng Huan and finally got a chance to breathe.

"Master, enough is enough..." Song Zhi complained.

Meng Huan said with a smile: "I also want to stop it in moderation, but I can't control it when I look at you."

Song Zhi turned her head and muttered: "That must be controlled."

Meng Huan brushed Song Zhi's lips with his thumb, and the already ruddy lips looked even more gorgeous because of the kiss. With a moist luster, Song Zhi glanced at him vigilantly, as if planning to hide at any time.

Meng Huan couldn't help laughing, bowed his head and kissed Song Zhi's forehead.

"Okay, I won't bully you anymore, do you want to practice martial arts today?" Meng Huan asked.

"Practice! Of course!" Song Zhi said firmly, regardless of her still sore legs.

If you don't practice this martial arts, you might be oppressed in the future.

How could Meng Huan not know his careful thinking, but Meng Huan didn't panic at all, and Song Zhi would not be his opponent after another 30 years of training.

It's not early morning now, the sun has risen, Song Zhi is sweating profusely after taking half a cup of tea, she feels that her legs are going to be useless, no, the whole person is going to be useless, look Meng Huan was still full of energy after wielding swords and swords for so long, and he couldn't help but sigh that people are really different.

Meng Huan's father was a military general, the Mongols valued martial arts, and Meng Huan was talented enough to walk steadily, so he held a wooden stick as a spearman, and fought against Zeno, making him scream, After being scolded by Ake, brother Ai Chi made him a wooden man and asked him to beat the wooden man.

When you get older, you will change to a wooden knife, and when you are in your teens, you will practice with real knives and guns.

Mongolians don't read the Four Books, Five Classics, or Confucian classics, so Meng Huan spends most of his time practicing martial arts. For nearly 20 years now, his kung fu is rarely matched by his peers.

In the days that followed, Meng Huan practiced martial arts every day, supervised Song Zhi's horse riding, then healed his injuries, drank and chatted with those cronies, and flirted with Song Zhi when he had nothing to do.

Song Zhi just strode around, read a book, and was occasionally molested by Meng Huan.

The days of the two of them can be regarded as living in peace.

It's just that there has always been one matter, not big or small, that has been pressing in Meng Huan's heart. Since the day of the Ghost Festival, Meng Huan has been thinking about how he can find out about Song Zhi's life before the 14th year of Zhiyuan.

In fact, according to the current situation of the two of them, it doesn't matter if they know it or not, but Meng Huan just wants to know, he wants to know everything about Song Zhi.

But I can't find a chance to ask.

One day in late July, Song Zhi dragged her exhausted body back to her room to rest after finishing martial arts training with Meng Huan.

After the first horse stance, Meng Huan asked him to stretch the ligaments recently, and did the whole set. Song Zhi felt that she was not far away from the frame, so she lay on the bed in broad daylight, thinking that this martial arts was really difficult to practice.

After lying down for a while, I didn't feel so tired, so I got up to read a book. After reading for a while, I heard a sound outside.

"This way! Slow down!"

"Okay, put it down!"

"This one is here... this one is here!"

"..."

Hearing the commotion outside, Song Zhi poked her head out of curiosity, but couldn't see clearly, so she called Lian Er and asked, "What's going on outside?"

"Mr. Hui, plant trees." Lian Er said.

"Tree?" Song Zhi was puzzled, "What kind of tree?"

Lian'er took a look outside: "It seems to be Haitang."

"Begonia?" Song Zhi was taken aback for a moment, put down the book quickly, and ran out "thump, thump, thump."

Lian Er didn't know why, so she ran out: "Sir, what's the matter?"

Sure enough, trees are being planted outside, crabapple.