Southerners

Song Zhi lowered her head, looking like "I was wrong, don't be angry".

Looking at the slap marks on his face, Meng Huan couldn't get angry at all, he gritted his teeth bitterly: "I'll give you half a day to send them back, come back to Meng's mansion tonight, otherwise there will be You look good."

"Ah?" Song Zhi raised her head, wondering, "Master, this..."

"Or do you want to be taken back by me now? You choose."

"Master..."

"There is no third way."

Seeing Meng Huan's resolute words, Song Zhi also knew that there was no room for reincarnation, but if he left in a hurry, Xiu Niang would definitely be suspicious.

But Meng Huan didn't listen to what he said, turned around and left.

Song Zhi had no choice but to think of an excuse, how to tell Xiu Niang later.

After sending the three of Xiuniang back to Xingshun Hutong, Xiuniang took an egg and applied it to Song Zhi's face. Song Zhi also had bruises on other parts of her body, so she rubbed some medicinal wine.

The medicinal wine had just been wiped off, Song Zhi saw that it was getting late, and Meng Huan would lose his temper if he didn't go back to the Meng Mansion, so she told Xiu Niang that she promised the customer's family that she would go back today and that she had an errand to do tomorrow.

Xiu Niang frowned: "But the young master is injured, can't we wait a day before going?"

Song Zhi smiled: "It's just flesh and blood injuries, it's not a problem. Tomorrow's errand is very important, so I can't delay it. Don't worry, Xiu Niang, I'm fine."

In the end, Song Zhi persuaded Xiuniang to let her go, and agreed to let her go back to the Meng Mansion.

After watching the play at Chongguo Temple for half a day, I sent Xiuniang back to Xingshun Hutong, and then back to Taipingfang. When I arrived at Meng's Mansion, it was getting late.

Song Zhi was called to Meng Huan's room, but Meng Huan didn't rush to question the teacher, and directly took him into the carriage that had already been prepared.

"Where are we going?" Song Zhi asked.

"Go to the Jinshui River and watch the moon," Meng Huan said.

"Looking at the moon? It's sixteen today."

"The moon of fifteen is sixteen round."

"Oh." Song Zhi agreed, not sure if Meng Huan was trying to make up for the regret that they didn't see the moon together last night.

Jinshui River is near Taipingfang, passing through a few alleys, as if to cater to the atmosphere of watching the moon, when it arrived at Jinshui River, the night happened to be gently enveloping, the dusk was gradually intertwined with the night, and the moon rose.

"Come on, come down." Meng Huan took Song Zhi's hand and helped him off the carriage.

"Looking at you beating someone today, it's pretty neat."

"Did you see it?" Song Zhi asked.

"No, Lian Shen said it."

There was a lot of noise in Chongguo Temple. Meng Huan was far away from Song Zhi, so he was concentrating on watching the play. Although he heard the voice from here, he didn't know who it was.Lian Shen, on the other hand, has no interest in this babbling Southern Opera, and prefers Zaju, so he was absent-minded, only to see that the person here is Song Zhi. Lian Shen had seen Song Zhi in Meng Huan's residence, and knew that Song Zhi was him. Only now did Meng Huan be reminded.

"If I saw it, how could I wait until you were bullied by them before coming here?"

Meng Huan led Song Zhi to the painting boat.The painting boat is three storeys high, decorated with colored ribbons, and hung with red lanterns. The red lanterns are reflected in the water waves, matching with the moon at the bottom of the water, as if even the moonlight and the river are dyed red.

In the cloudless night sky, a bright moon hangs in the east, surrounded by stars.

Apart from the two of them, there were only maidservants left on the huge cruise ship.

"Is this too exaggerated?" Song Zhi said.

Meng Huan said, "Could it be that you want someone else to disturb us?"

Last night was the perfect day for viewing the moon. Tonight there were a lot fewer people, but there were still painting boats in twos and threes on the Jinshui River, and the sound of silk and bamboo was endless.

Meng Huan sat in the comfortable chair on the pavilion, and stretched out his hand to Song Zhi. Just as he touched Song Zhi's hand, Meng Huan pulled hard and pulled her into his arms.

Song Zhi was about to protest, when Meng Huan began to question her: "At Chongguo Temple today, why do you pretend you don't know me?"

Song Zhi was embarrassed, intending to do something to divert Meng Huan's attention, but Meng Huan saw through his little thoughts: "Don't interrupt."

Song Zhi bit her lip: "I..."

"No excuses."

Song Zhi was discouraged, and said truthfully: "Xiu Niang doesn't like my association with Mongolians."

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she didn't hear Meng Huan's voice, she looked up at him, and asked in a low voice, "Master, are you angry?"

"Yeah, I'm angry." Meng Huan said, "What do you say?"

Song Zhi didn't know what to do, so she hesitated and said, "Then... shall I sing a play for you?"

Meng Huan was surprised: "You can also sing?"

Song Zhi: "Occasionally, I watch the opera and learn from it. If I can't sing well, don't take offense, young master."

Meng Huan had never heard Song Zhi sing before, so he smiled: "Okay, you sing."

Song Zhi cleared her throat when she heard the words, and really started singing decently.

"Accumulated hairpin tassels, descendants of eunuchs in the family, even more so after the rich. Reading poems and books, watching historical records, no intention of elegance. The music is flat, nothing but the beauty of the four seasons."

What Song Zhi sang was the second part of "The Eunuch's Disciples Standing Up" heard in Chongguo Temple today, the libretto when Sheng Sheng came on stage.

Nanqu's singing is soft and soft, euphemistic and long, while Song Zhi's voice is clear and pleasant, which complements this Jiangnan minor tune.

"My family is bold and unrestrained all my life, and half my life is wild. Han Yuan articles, thousands of dendrobium pearls rest on the wrist; Ci Lin Fengyue, a cluster of flowers gathers in the chest. The gods are like the moon and the breeze, and the appearance is like the green bamboo. Picking flowers and picking grass, the wind is not Let Liu Qiqing; chanting the moon and mocking the wind, dare to deceive old Du Ling with his prose."

Meng Huan listened intently to his singing, the meaning of the words was just like his own, full of poems and books, elegant and elegant, romantic and wild.

Song Zhi hadn't studied Southern opera specifically, and her singing was not proficient and mellow enough, but this immature feeling coupled with Song Zhi's slightly green appearance seemed inexplicably suitable.

"My own life-extending horse is the one. My father is a female straight person, and I see Ren Henan Prefecture as a magistrate." Song Zhi also pretended to imitate the students on the stage, posing a few poses, looking up at Meng Huan and smiling.

"The day before yesterday there was Dongping Sanle Wang Jinbang, who came here to perform. Looking at this woman, she looks like a 33-day heavenly woman and a 72-hole fairy. She has the appearance of sinking fish and wild geese, and the appearance of shameful flowers in a closed moon." Song Zhiren sang here. I couldn't help laughing out, and the whole paragraph collapsed.

"Yo," Meng Huan laughed at him, "I don't know who is this girl who descends into the mortal world like a fairy?"

Song Zhi pretended to be thinking, thought for a while, and sighed: "Xiaosheng's family is poor, so there is such a fairy-like person, I am afraid they will look down on me."

Meng Huan smiled, stood up, pulled the man against the fence to stand against the wind, turned his head and whispered in his ear: "I have a crush on you."

Song Zhi's ears were slightly red, which attracted Meng Huan to lean up and kiss her, and now Song Zhi's face also turned red.

The evening breeze on August [-] was slightly cool, but not cold. It gently blew over the surface of the Jinshui River, bringing the sound of singing and the fragrance of makeup powder in the night.

The moonlight is seductive, and the boundless moonlight is sprinkled in a cool and elegant manner, and the river is lively and quiet, fabricating a false peaceful and prosperous world out of thin air, as if the sea is really clean, singing and dancing.

Song Zhi watched all this, and for a moment thought she was in Lin'an.

It's just that when he was young, the country in the Song Dynasty was not peaceful. Although Lin'an was the capital, people were panicked. In addition, the military expenditure was too huge, the treasury was short of money, and the festival was not very lively.

"Business girls don't know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing flowers in the backyard across the river."

But Song Zhi is not a business woman.

At this time, I heard Meng Huan say beside me: "Last time you said that you wanted to carve two jade pendants of Maitreya Buddha, I ordered you to do so that day, and now it's finished."

Song Zhi's eyes lit up: "Where is it?"

Meng Huan took out two jade pendants from his bosom, which were exactly the same, engraved with Maitreya Buddha with a big belly and a smile that lost his eyes.

"I'll put it on for you," Meng Huan said.

"Yes." Song Zhi nodded.

Meng Huan picked up a jade pendant, and stretched out his hand to tie it on Song Zhi's belt. The jade pendant was weaved with intricate and delicate knots with silk threads. The tassels underneath were made of unknown material, but they were radiant under the light.

"Do you like it?" Meng Huan asked.

"Yes, I like it!" Song Zhiying said, took another jade pendant from Meng Huan's hand, and tied it around Meng Huan's waist.However, Meng Huan always wears a evader around his waist.

"What is this?" Song Zhi asked.

"It was a gift from Ake after I went to the battlefield for the first time." Meng Huan took it off, put it in his arms, and left the place at his waist for Maitreya Buddha.

Song Zhi nodded.

"Are you hungry?" Meng Huan asked suddenly, "I have prepared some sweet snacks, if you are hungry, eat some."

Meng Huan knew that Song Zhi liked to eat sweets and was afraid of suffering.

"Eat!" Song Zhi said.

Meng Huan immediately ordered people to serve up the prepared drinks and snacks.

"Drinking?" Meng Huan asked.

Song Zhi doesn't drink well, and usually doesn't drink alcohol, but seeing Meng Huan in a good mood today, she said, "Drink a little."

Meng Huan really only poured a little for him.

"If you can't drink it, don't drink it."

Song Zhi picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The fruit wine was not too spicy, but mellow and slightly sweet. Song Zhi was surprised: "It's delicious!"

The desserts on the table were extremely exquisite, such as osmanthus cake, small peach cake, chestnut cake, five-color small round sponge cake, etc. Song Zhi was not polite to Meng Huan, she picked and ate something of each.

Song Zhi saw that Meng Huan had been drinking, although he didn't look drunk, she finally stopped him from drinking more.

"Alcoholism hurts the body." Song Zhi said.

It is true that Mongolians like to drink too much, and Meng Huan is no exception. It is really a bad habit, Song Zhi thought.

"At least eat some snacks to cushion your stomach." Song Zhi picked a piece of small peach cake and stuffed it into Meng Huan's mouth.

Meng Huan opened his mouth, bit down, and bit Song Zhi's finger without any force.

"Loosen your mouth." Song Zhi said.

Not only did Meng Huan not let go, but he even licked it, and then he pulled Song Zhiyi into his arms with this hand.

The smell of alcohol came to my face.

Song Zhi suddenly realized that Meng Huan was drunk.

Then soft lips that smelled of alcohol pressed against her, and after a shallow kiss, Meng Huan backed away again and said with a smile, "Sweet, sweeter than Xiaotaosu."

Song Zhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pulled her up: "We should go home."

As soon as Meng Huan tried his best, the two of them fell down together.

The wooden floor and thick carpet are not very painful.

Song Zhi patted the person on her body helplessly: "Get up, and go back to the house if you are crazy about drinking."

"Hiss..." Meng Huan gnawed on the side of Song Zhi's neck.

"Are you a dog?" Song Zhi complained.

"It's a pig." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi smiled: "Okay, it's a pig." Suddenly, her chest felt cold, and then a burning kiss fell down.

Song Zhi's face changed suddenly, she pushed the person with all her strength, covered her skirt, stepped back a few steps, and scolded: "What are you doing?"

Meng Huan looked half awake and half drunk, his eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes dazed when he looked at Song Zhi.

Forget it, there's no way to reason with a drunk, Song Zhi thought.

He stood up, carefully arranged his clothes, and then tried his best to put on a straight face, and stretched out his hand to Meng Huan: "No promiscuous marriage is allowed, let's go back to the mansion."

These are actually two unrelated words, but Meng Huan, who was half drunk and half awake, misunderstood and nodded:

"Okay, go back to the house."

Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I can understand people's language."

The drunk man couldn't walk steadily, so Song Zhi had no choice but to help him out, while telling the servant girl in the painting boat: "The young master is going back home."

The vigilant maid immediately went to prepare the carriage, and when Song Zhi helped Meng Huan to the front of the carriage, the driver was already waiting there.

Song Zhichong smiled at the coachman: "I'm sorry."

The two of them stuffed Meng Huan into the carriage together.

As soon as he got into the carriage, Meng Huan became dishonest again.

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Guess what's going to happen in the next chapter 23333 some kind of happy event

The third update today, the update on the 27th is complete