Southerners

Meng Gutai interrupted: "The name of the Han people is troublesome. If you have a surname and a name, you must have a character!"

Meng Huan couldn't help raising his eyelids to take a look, Lian Shen was also a little embarrassed, he also had a Chinese name.

Zhang Chengyi didn't say anything, and continued: "Although this man is young, he is quite talented. My grandfather persuaded him many times to become an official, but he still refused and repeatedly declined."

Yasu: "Why?"

Zhang Chengyi pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and said softly: "What else can it be because of their stinky temper of Confucian scholars."

Zhang Chengyi didn't tell the truth. Confucian scholars' bad temper was on the one hand, but more importantly, it was because Song Zhi was devoted to Song and refused to surrender to the Yuan court.It's just that it's inconvenient to say that.

Although Meng Huan had a Chinese name, he inherited the temperament of the Mongolians from the bottom of his heart. He despised literati and looked down on the so-called arrogance of literati.He took a sip of his wine and scoffed, "Stupid."

Zhang Chengyi smiled: "Brother Meng also thinks?" Zhang Chengyi is Han, so he naturally uses the title of Han.

"I think so too, but that kid is so stubborn that he doesn't take grandfather's appreciation at all."

Hao Yan asked: "Then what happened next?"

Zhang Chengyi: "Later?... He disobeyed his grandfather so much, so I naturally kicked him out."

Hao Yan sighed: "It's a pity his talent."

Zhang Chengyi said: "It doesn't matter how talented you are. The main reason is that my grandfather saw him as helpless and wanted to promote him, but he didn't know how to be grateful!"

Meng Gutai raised his glass and said: "Drinking and drinking, what to do with these things, Confucian scholars are pedantic and stubborn, it's not a day or two!"

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Three days later, at Bingwu, I drove to Dadu.

The ancestors and the accompanying ministers and concubines entered the capital from Jiandemen. The long procession stretched for hundreds of meters, and the BMW canopy was very spectacular.

The dignitaries waiting at the door knelt down on the ground, shouting long live, and welcoming His Majesty back to Beijing.

Every year at this time, Xiu Niang would drag Song Zhi to the street, mix with the crowd, then lower her voice, and say to the young Song Zhi: "Young master, you can see clearly, this is the man... who killed my great Song, Killed the master and madam."

"You have to remember his appearance clearly, this hatred of subjugating the country and destroying the family will never be forgotten!"

But this year, Xiuniang didn't say such words again. She hid in the alley and watched quietly without kneeling, and stared unblinkingly at the man on the tall horse in the middle of the car.

Ordinary people did not dare to look directly at the emperor, but Xiuniang was an exception.

After the car drove along Jiandemen Road towards Miyagi, and gradually disappeared from sight, Xiuniang looked back and walked back along the alley.

Song Zhisheng was afraid that she would be impulsive and do something stupid, so she was relieved at this moment and followed Xiuniang home.

However, when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure inadvertently. Song Zhi took a closer look, but it was Meng Huan.

Meng Huan rode a horse and followed the chariot at the end. Song Zhi said that he was unlucky and left in a hurry.

Maybe it was because of something he hated, at the end of the month, Song Zhi went to Zhang Hui's mansion to deliver paintings.

A few days ago, some taels of silver were pasted up for Bai Chongliu's funeral, but they had already been used up, and Song Zhi's family was almost out of steam.Song Zhi felt sorry for Xiu Niang's eyes, and couldn't bear to make her worry too much, so she made a painting and sent it to Zhang's residence.

Unexpectedly, on the way, misfortune came. A teapot fell from the sky and hit the painting scroll. Hot tea poured out of the pot, not only wet the painting, but also scalded Song Zhi's arm.

Song Zhiping was in vain, and was about to question the people upstairs, but when she raised her head, she met Meng Huan's gaze.

Song Zhi's face turned dark immediately. The hot tea burned his right arm a lot, and the pain was severe. What's more, the painting was ruined, and he injured his hand again. He didn't know how to live the next day.

Song Zhi took a slight breath, sweating on her forehead from the pain, but she kept silent, planning to pick up the painting and seek justice from Meng Huan.

Upstairs there is a crisp female voice yelling:

"You trash, you trash! You can't even make tea well, so what's the use of keeping you? Kill them all and feed them to the wolves!"

Song Zhixin said: I don't know which Mongolian daughter's daughter is so rude!

"Hey, sir?" Just as he bent down, a pair of feet stopped in front of him, and then a startled and anxious voice sounded, "Oh! How are you hurt?"

The owner of the voice reached out and picked up the painting for Song Zhi, and the man lamented again: "It's a pity that it's a good painting!"

Song Zhixin was surprised, the painting hasn't been opened yet, so it's easy to draw?He looked up and saw an unfamiliar face.

The young man met his gaze, and immediately smiled, his eyes bent into crescent moons: "What's your name, sir? Xiaoke's surname is Qi, his first name is Luqian, and his name is Boheng."

It was the first time for Song Zhi to hear someone call him Mr. Qi Luqian was wearing a cockscomb purple cloth robe with a transparent white jade pendant around his waist. The word Zilan."

Qi Luqian said: "Mr. Song is too modest." Still holding Song Zhi's painting in his hand, he asked, "I don't know if Lu Qian has the good fortune to see Mr. Wisdom's masterpiece?"

Song Zhi wondered: "The painting has been stained by tea, I'm afraid I can't read it."

"Since it's dirty, just throw it away."

Suddenly there was a voice in front of the restaurant, Song Zhi turned her head and saw Meng Huan coming out of the restaurant with his hands behind his hands, his pace was not too fast, and his tone was not too fast.

As soon as Song Zhi saw him, she became angry, and retorted: "Lieutenant Meng polluted other people's paintings for nothing, is this the only attitude?"

Meng Huan smiled, untied a purse from his waist, and said sarcastically: "It's just a few taels of silver, I'll reward you, then."

He didn't talk about compensation, but about reward, and threw the money bag at Song Zhi's feet.

Of course it was impossible for Song Zhi to pick it up, she sneered and said, "The tea also scalded my arm, won't Captain Meng give me an explanation?"

"Explanation?" The female voice from upstairs suddenly broke in just now, before seeing her, she heard her voice first.

Immediately afterwards, a Mongolian girl jumped out of the restaurant, her black and beautiful hair was braided, and the tail of the braid was decorated with pearls and jade. The pearls and jade collided with her movements, making a crisp and sweet sound.

The girl stopped beside Meng Huan, took Meng Huan's arm with one hand, raised her chin and pointed at Song Zhi, her voice was like spring water: "I threw the pot, what do you want to say to Hazier?"

At the side, Qi Luqian didn't know what he thought of, he nodded and bowed quickly and said, "Don't dare, the pot thrown by Miss Chuoman is our blessing, what do you want to say?"

Chuo Man, the daughter of General Boyan, whose mother is An Tong's younger sister Borohas, is even more difficult to offend than Meng Huan.

The corner of Chuoman's lips curved, and she glanced at Qi Luqian: "You have good eyesight."

Meng Huan smiled, took the painting from Qi Luqian's hand, unfolded it for a look, and asked, "Are you Song Zilan?"

The young man in front of him was clearly seen on the street a few days ago, and he didn't look carefully at that time. Now that he was getting closer, Meng Huan somehow felt that his features and eyes were somewhat familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Song Zhi looked at him suspiciously.

Meng Huan said: "The residence of Zhang Youcheng is near here. Are you going to see Mr. Zhang?"

Song Zhi's right arm was in unbearable pain, and she said angrily, "What does it have to do with you?"

Meng Huan returned the painting to him, and said: "Didn't you refuse to become an official, and went to ask Mr. Zhang what to do, regret it?"

Song Zhi: "Where did you get the news from?"

"Inquire about your news?" Meng Huan sneered, "You really think highly of yourself."

Chuo Man said: "Hazier, this Han man is so rude, just beat him up, what nonsense are you talking to him!"

Qi Luqian hurriedly said: "Miss, please forgive me. This kid has never seen such a dignified figure as Miss. He doesn't know how to behave. Miss has a lot of people. Please forgive him this time!"

Qi Luqian's eyes were crooked, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he had a smiling face, which was very lovable, and Chuo Man couldn't help teasing him: "Let him go, how about I beat you up?"

Qi Luqian made a bitter face: "How about hitting Miss's hand that hurts?"

Qi Luqian glanced at him, and found that Song Zhi was in pain with white sweat on his forehead, and quickly apologized: "Miss, there are a lot of people, Zilan burned his arm, if you don't treat it, you may lose your arm!"

Chuo Man didn't know if the burn could disable an arm. He was surprised when he heard this, and took out a bank note from Meng Huan's waist and handed it to Qi Luqian, saying, "Then take him to see a doctor!"

Qi Luqian thanked Chuo Man, then confessed to Meng Huan, took Song Zhihao's hand, and went straight to the nearest clinic.

Not long after, Qi Luqian stopped in front of a medical clinic.I saw that this medical clinic is not big, there is a sign hanging up, writing to save the world and rejuvenate people, the door is half closed, and there is only a little old man sitting in it, drowsy.

Before Song Zhi had time to express his opinion, Qi Luqian pushed the door open, dragged him into the medical hall, and said loudly, "Papa Lu!"

With this cry, Song Zhi almost thought that he was going to scare Father Lu, but he just shook his body, raised his eyelids, and said, "I won't see you today."

Qi Luqian pushed Song Zhi towards him, and said, "I've seen it, today is a good day for outpatient visits, please don't fool me... Look at this gentleman's arm, he was served hot tea by a domineering lady. It’s scalded, if you don’t treat it, how will you ask Mr. to write poems and paintings in the future?”

In front of her, she is a noble lady, but behind her back, she is a domineering lady.

Song Zhi forced a smile, and said to the old man Lu: "I hope you can rejuvenate, sir, don't worry about the consultation fee."

gentlemen?Old man Lu rolled his eyelids: "I dare not be a quack doctor."

Even though Old Man Lu said so, he didn't delay at all, he leaned forward and carefully uncovered his clothes, took a look at it, the injury was not serious, it was hot red, and several big blisters appeared.With a flick of his pen, Old Man Lu wrote a prescription and put it on the case.

"There are some for external use and some for internal use, just follow the prescription when you go back."

Only then was Qi Luqian satisfied, and he took out a silver ticket from his waist: "You don't need to look for it, it's all rewarded by the young lady."

As expected, Old Man Lu was not polite to him. He took the banknote and carefully looked at it again and again. After confirming the number on the banknote, his old face suddenly smiled into a chrysanthemum: "Okay, thank you miss."

Song Zhi: "..."

Qi Luqian took out the remaining bank notes and stuffed them into Song Zhi's arms: "Take it."

Song Zhi hurriedly said, "How can this be done..."

Qi Luqian interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense, miss rewards you, just keep it if you ask."

Song Zhi was helpless, thinking that her painting was destroyed and her arm was injured again, so it would be no harm to collect a few taels of silver.

After taking the prescription, Song Zhi thanked Father Lu before exiting the clinic.

Qi Luqian followed behind him and said, "Sir, are you going to get medicine? I'll accompany you."

Song Zhi: "The officials love me, but it's just that Zi Lan has little talent and learning, and I really can't be called a gentleman. The officials should call me Zi Lan."

He added: "I can go by myself, and I don't have to bother the officials."

Qi Luqian waved his hand: "Since you are asked to call me Zilan, don't call me Boheng."

Qi Luqian: "Since we have exchanged names, we are friends. If Zi Lan refuses again, he will treat me as an outsider."

Song Zhixin said: "Aren't you just an outsider?"

Qi Luqian put his arms around his shoulders: "Let's go, don't talk nonsense."

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Note: ⑴Bo Yan’s wife is An Tong’s younger sister, it’s okay, but I don’t know the name, Borohas was taken by me blindly.Boyan has two sons named Maidi and Nangjiaai respectively. I don't know if he has a daughter. Chuoman is a fiction.

⑵Mr. is a respectful title for educated people.

Today's visa application was rejected, and the author of Spicy Chicken was hit hard. He decided to double-update from today, at [-]:[-] noon and [-]:[-] pm.