Southerners

Qi Luqian and Song Zhi went to the pharmacy to get the medicine together.

On the way, Qi Luqian said, "Zi Lan don't think I'm noisy."

"Actually, it's not the first time I've seen you. Earlier, I saw you from a distance at Mr. Zhang's residence. Later, I was lucky enough to see your paintings, and I have always admired you in my heart."

Song Zhi was surprised and said: "We met at Mr. Zhang's residence? How come I don't remember?"

Qi Luqian smiled: "Zi Lan was Master Zhang's proud student at that time, I was just a small person struggling to make ends meet, I just glanced at you from a distance, I guess you didn't notice me."

Song Zhi apologized, "I'm really sorry."

Qi Luqian smiled and said, "Don't worry about Zilan."

Qi Luqian saw that Song Zhi was wearing an old cloth robe that had been washed white, and felt strange, and asked, "I don't know how Zilan is doing now? What did Hazier mean just now?"

Song Zhi said vaguely, "It's a long story."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Qi Luqian pointed to an alley at the corner of the street, "The humble house is nearby. If Zilan doesn't mind, why don't you go in and sit?"

Song Zhi quickly declined: "Why is this bothering you?"

Qi Luqian: "Don't bother, don't bother. My father is not here, and I am the only one at home. What are you bothering about? Zilan has gone, so you can accompany me to relieve boredom."

Qi Luqian said while holding Song Zhi's hand, not giving him a chance to refuse.Song Zhi had no choice but to follow.

Qi Luqian's house is exactly as he said, there is only one person, the master is not there, and the house is tightly closed.Qi Luqian went to knock on the door, and an old man over fifty years old came out. Seeing Qi Luqian and Song Zhi, he opened the door and said:

"Master, are you back?"

Qi Luqian said: "Uncle Tian, ​​this is Mr. Song Zhisong, Mr. burned his arm, go find some clean clothes and change for him."

Song Zhizheng was about to say no, but Qi Luqian stopped him first: "When Zilan comes to my house, it will be like his own home, so you don't have to be polite."

Tian Bo went immediately.

Qi Luqian's home is relatively spacious, but not luxurious. It can't be compared with the mansions and gardens of those nobles and nobles. Song Zhi looked around and was curious about Qi Luqian's origin.

Not long after, Tian Bo found a clean blue-colored Song-style round-neck gown, and Tian Bo said: "Young Master has worn this dress once or twice, Mr. Song, don't you mind?"

Song Zhi didn't care about anything, and hurriedly said: "Tian Bo is polite." Then she changed into clean clothes and took off the wet one.

"I'll wash the clothes another day and bring them back to Brother Boheng."

Qi Luqian: "Why do you send it back, it's just a piece of clothing, don't bother."

Qi Luqian stayed with Song Zhi to talk for a while, and the two agreed to meet again at another day, so they sent Song Zhi to the door, and the two left separately.

When Song Zhi returned to Xingshun Alley, she felt a little apprehensive. He had changed clothes for no reason, and held medicine in his hand. The burn might not be hidden from Xiuniang, and she should be annoyed again.

When pushing the door open, Song Zhi carefully looked in, before she could hide in her room, Xiuniang had already seen him:

"Master."

"Xiuniang." Song Zhi put her hands behind her back.

Xiu Niang asked strangely: "Why are you so late today, why did you change your clothes?"

Song Zhidao: "When I was drinking tea at Mr. Zhang's residence, I accidentally knocked over the cup and changed myself."

Xiu Niang asked suspiciously, "What are you holding?"

"Clothes." Song Zhi wrapped the medicine in her clothes and hid it, spreading her hands to Xiuniang.

Xiu Niang said: "I'll wash it for you, and take off this one, and send it back to Mr. Zhang another day."

Song Zhi withdrew her hand, avoiding Xiu Niang's hand, and said with a smile: "Don't bother Xiu Niang, I will do it myself."

How shrewd Xiu Niang was, she immediately noticed something wrong: "What's on the clothes? Let me see."

Song Zhi hid back: "No, it's nothing! It's just that Xiuniang is working too hard, so I can do these trivial things by myself!"

While the two were scrambling for it, the medicine bag betrayed the master and fell to the ground with a "snap".

The two looked at each other, Xiu Niang said angrily, "Why buy medicine?"

Song Zhi lowered her head and said in her heart, "It's too bad."

Xiu Niang pulled his arm: "Follow me into the room and talk."

Song Zhi hissed, "It hurts!"

Xiu Niang rolled her eyes and said, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Song Zhi saw that she couldn't hide it, so she had no choice but to be frank and lenient, and briefly explained the situation.

After hearing this, Xiuniang's face darkened. Looking at the burn on Song Zhi's right arm, she felt distressed and angry at the same time: "These Mongolians are deceiving people too much!"

Song Zhi smiled and took out the stack of banknotes, and said, "They lost a lot of banknotes. Don't be angry, Xiuniang, it's all because of carelessness."

Xiu Niang gouged him out and said angrily, "Don't be so hippie, they hurt you, it's only natural to pay some money."

Song Zhi didn't dare to refute, and agreed, "Yes, what Xiuniang said is right."

Only then did Xiuniang's expression soften: "According to what you said, that official surnamed Qi is a good man. It's clearly the first time I've met him, and he's willing to help you selflessly. You have to think of him and make friends with him."

Song Zhi responded "Yes".

Xiu Niang accepted the bank note that Song Zhi handed over, and murmured, "The rest will be used as compensation, and I will save it for the young master to marry a young wife."

Song Zhi blushed immediately: "What did Xiu Niang say..."

Xiu Niang smiled: "Are you still shy?"

"The young master is not young anymore. He is seventeen this year, and it is time to get married."

Song Zhi said: "Don't worry, don't worry, look at our family's situation, where can we marry a wife?"

Xiu Niang put on a serious face: "You're talking nonsense again!"

Song Zhi blinked and changed the subject innocently: "Xiu Niang, my arm hurts."

Xiu Niang immediately lost her temper: "Wait, I'll make you some medicine!"

When Xiu Niang decoction came out, Song Zhi was about to paint.

Earlier, I agreed with Zhang Hui to deliver the painting today, but the burn on my arm was not serious, so I hurriedly made up a painting while it was still early.

"Master, drink the medicine first." Xiu Niang gave the medicine to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, frowning in pain.

Xiu Niang grabbed a handful of candied fruit and gave it to him: "Knowing that the young master is afraid of hardship, I specially prepared it."

Song Zhi reached out and hugged Xiu Niang, "Xiu Niang is the most caring." She said again, "The previous painting got wet, I will make another one."

Song Zhi didn't like to be disturbed when she was painting, so Xiu Niang nodded knowingly, and went to make lunch.

However, Song Zhi picked up the brush, but didn't know what to draw. He thought for a while, and wrote two or three simple strokes, and immediately outlined a human face. Looking closely at the eyebrows and eyes, it turned out to be Meng Huan.

A layer of shadow cast over Song Zhi's eyebrows, and she crossed that face.

"Savage and rude Mongols."

Finally, Song Zhi drew a picture of the guard of honor of the ancestors returning to Beijing and sent it to Zhang Hui's mansion.Everyone in the house knew Song Zhi and led him directly to the study.

Zhang Hui has always treated Song Zhi as his junior, and loves her very much, and has been waiting at home for a long time.

Song Zhi made a deep bow and said, "Teacher."

Zhang Hui pulled him and sat down beside him: "Why did you come so late today, but what happened?"

Song Zhi smiled and said, "I really can't hide anything from my lord." He shook his head, "It's just that something went wrong. The painting I made a few days ago was destroyed, and I made it up in a hurry today. I'm afraid the teacher will feel bad."

Zhang Hui said: "The paintings you made are naturally good." He immediately took the scroll from Song Zhi's hand and unfolded it.

A grand and grand picture of Shizu's return to the capital was vividly displayed on the paper, and even the faces of the servant girls beside Shizu were clear, and it didn't look like it was done in a hurry.

Zhang Hui praised "Yes" three times, and said, "Your painting skills are becoming more and more proficient."

Song Zhi smiled: "Teacher is absurd."

Zhang Hui sighed again, with regret on his face: "It's a pity that you are so talented..."

Song Zhidao: "Today's talented people are like crucian carp crossing the river. What a pity for Zilan's writing and writing."

The two were talking, when suddenly the old servant came to report: "My lord, Lord Ahema is here."

Zhang Hui raised his eyebrows: "What is he here for?"

He asked again, "Where is he now?"

Before the old servant could answer, Song Zhi heard a long laugh: "When did Ulu Hunet be so polite to me?"

Zhang Hui, courtesy name Tingjie, was given the Mongolian name Ulu Hunet.

Ahhe's horse sounded like a bell, and his aura was overwhelming. In a blink of an eye, he had already entered the study room. Song Zhi had seen him before, but he still couldn't help but be intimidated by his aura.

Ahema came into the study and waved to Zhang Yi, the old servant beside Zhang Hui: "I have something to discuss with your lord, you go out first!"

Zhang Yi glanced at Zhang Hui and saw Zhang Hui nodding, so he bowed and retreated.

Song Zhi also saluted, lowered her head and was about to leave, but Ahema suddenly stopped him: "Young people wait a moment."

Song Zhi stopped in her tracks: "What's the matter, my lord?"

Ahema said: "Just raise your head."

Song Zhi paused when she heard the words, raised her head and looked directly at Ahema, without any fear in her expression.

Ahema pointed to the painting on the table: "Did you draw it?"

It turned out that Ahema came in so abruptly that Zhang Hui didn't even have time to collect the paintings.

Song Zhi replied: "The villain's clumsy work is showing his ugliness."

Although Ahema doesn't understand Danqing, he has seen many good paintings over the years. He can see that Song Zhi's paintings are good, so he said, "Don't be too modest. I have an errand here, I wonder if you would like to do it?"

Song Zhi was taken aback, and turned her head to look at Zhang Hui, of course he didn't want to!

Zhang Hui knew what Song Zhi meant, so he declined politely: "A mere junior, where can I get the job of Ahema Pingzhang? It's better for Pingzhang to find a reliable person."

Ahema shook his head: "I can trust my own vision."

Ahema turned his gaze to Song Zhi again, and asked, "Are you willing?"

Ahema is tall and burly, and staring at him from such a close distance is a kind of invisible oppression.Although he asked if he was willing or not, everyone knew that if Song Zhi said no, he would suffer disaster unless Zhang Hui protected him.

But Song Zhi didn't want to cause trouble for Zhang Hui, so she didn't speak for a while.

Ahema didn't wait for an answer, and frowned: "Do things for me, don't you want to?"

As soon as he frowned, there was a hint of threat in his tone.After autumn, the weather was not too hot, but cold sweat broke out on Song Zhi's back for no reason.

Zhang Hui was afraid that Song Zhi would offend Ahema, so he explained for him: "Pingzhang was joking, this kid is afraid that Pingzhang is too frightened to speak, I don't think he is up to Pingzhang's errand, why don't I replace Pingzhang again?" Zhang looking for someone else?"

Ahema has served as Zhongshu Pingzhang's political affairs for more than ten years, and has won the favor of His Majesty. No one has ever dared to disobey him, and he felt a little unhappy.

Out of the corner of Song Zhi's eyes, she saw that Zhang Hui's eyes seemed to be worried, and she was clearly worried about him, and she felt very guilty.Zhang Huiyu had the kindness of saving his life and half of the teacher. Not only could he not repay him, but he also made trouble for him, so he had to bow his head and replied: "Zi Lan will obey the orders of the adults."

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