Southerners

The corner of Meng Huan's mouth twitched, why did Pei Ya make the medicine so bitter again, I have to remind him next time.

"You have to drink when you are bitter. If you don't drink, I will force you to drink."

Song Zhi lowered her head, under the slender eyebrows, the thick eyelashes trembled, he pursed his lips, closed his eyes like a hero, raised his head, and drank the whole bowl of medicine in one gulp.

Tears are about to come out.

Song Zhi coughed violently.

Unexpectedly, Meng Huan had already ordered someone to get the candied fruit, and after Song Zhi finished drinking the medicine, he handed the candied fruit to him.

Song Zhifei said quickly: "Thank you, young master." Then he stuffed a handful of candied fruit into his mouth.Instead of being called the general, he was called the young master again.

Not afraid of choking, Meng Huan thought.

At this moment, Song Zhi asked vaguely with candied fruit in her mouth, "Twenty-one, is it the young master's birthday?"

Meng Huan was a little surprised, who told him?

Nodding: "Yes."

"20th birthday?"

"Yes, why?"

In the etiquette of the Han people, when a man attains the crown at the age of 20, he needs to perform the crowning ceremony, but Meng Huan's 20th birthday passed so hastily.

The Mongols don't have the so-called coronation ceremony, but it shouldn't be so hasty anyway.

Just as Song Zhi was about to say something, it happened that at this moment, Zeno knocked on the door outside.

"What's the matter?" Meng Huan asked.

Zi Nuo said: "Master, all the beauties that His Majesty rewarded the day before yesterday have been delivered."

The beauty rewarded by His Majesty?Song Zhi quickly glanced at Meng Huan, a little flustered, but Meng Huan nodded.

"Okay, I see." He stood up.

Qinuo glanced at Song Zhi, he didn't know what happened, he only knew that Song Zhi had provoked Meng Huan recently, and finally he could express his dislike for Song Zhi blatantly again, deliberately raising his voice:

"Young master, the beauties that His Majesty rewards are really not comparable to those vulgar fans. They all look like gods, and they are generous and courteous. In the future, add a few people to the mansion, and finally it will be a little more lively."

Song Zhi's lips trembled, and the remaining blood on her face faded away.

Song Zhi opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, wanted to call Meng Huan, but couldn't, what face would he have now, to be so jealous? ...Besides, he was never qualified.

Meng Huan didn't look back, but said calmly: "I don't have the time to watch you drink medicine every day. If you really don't want to drink, I will send someone to watch you and drink three meals a day."

"If you still want to seek death again, let me know as soon as possible, and I will give you a ride."

Song Zhi bit the tip of her tongue, forced herself to calm down, nodded, forced a smile and said, "I will take the medicine well."

Meng Huan left again.

Song Zhi looked out the window and saw Meng Huan walking away step by step, unable to say a word for a while, but suddenly saw crabapple trees full of trees outside the window, which were in full bloom.

A few days later, the relationship between him and Meng Huan has completely changed, but the Begonia flower is still the same as yesterday, shaking its head in the autumn wind.

Song Zhi clutched the corner of the quilt with his hands until his knuckles turned white. He lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders lightly, and sobbed silently.

After all, it was him himself, one wrong step, and he couldn't blame others.

There was an autumn rain that night, and the rain continued for several days. When Song Zhi suddenly remembered the crabapple outside the window, she realized that after the autumn rain, the crabapple flowers all withered.

The rain hits the red, the remaining flowers fall to the ground, and only the green leaves are left on the branches, shivering timidly in the sad autumn wind and autumn rain.

The green leaves and rouge calyx are all over the forest, and I can't bear to look at them frequently.

One autumn rain and one cold, and in a blink of an eye, it was late autumn and September.

Recently, the new beauties in the mansion are very favored, especially a quiet and gentle Han woman who is well educated and courteous.

The woman's name is Hanzhu, with long hair reaching her waist, black eyebrows and red lips, she is a traditional Han beauty image.

Of course, Song Zhi didn't see this with her own eyes, it was Jin Ming who told him.

Song Zhi hadn't gone out since she came back on the night of August [-]st. At first she was inconvenient, but then she got better. She remembered what Meng Huan said on the [-]th: without his permission, she couldn't go out.

Song Zhi really did, she didn't step out of the room even half a step.And Meng Huan didn't come to see him very much, and he heard that he hangs out with the beauties that His Majesty rewarded him every day.

At the beginning of September, Song Zhi asked Meng Huan for leave, and wanted to go back to Xingshun Hutong, but was rejected.

Song Zhixin was depressed, coupled with the fact that the weather was getting colder, the wounds were not easy to heal, and she was even more tired, and her mind was out of focus all day long.

In a few days, the whole person lost weight.

On Chong Ninth Day, most residents will go out to enjoy the scenery, climb high to avoid disasters, enjoy chrysanthemums, plant dogwoods, eat Chongyang cakes, and drink chrysanthemum wine.

On the eighth day of the lunar new year, Song Zhi asked Meng Huan for leave to go back to Xingshun Hutong for the Chongyang Festival, but was also rejected, so she wrote a letter and the client sent him to Xingshun Hutong for him.Meng Huan did not stop him from writing.

Afterwards Jinming was dismissed, Song Zhi took a book out to read, to pass the time, went to bed early at night, and got up late the next day, only waking up at the end of the day.

After waking up, I remembered that today is the Double Ninth Festival, the day of reunion and ancestor worship, so I couldn't help but wonder if Xiuniang would be lonely if she was alone at home.

As for Meng Huan, presumably he was with those beauties, so he didn't have time to talk to him.Song Zhi forced herself not to think about these things. She was bored all morning and felt sleepy. She took a book and fell asleep after reading it a few times.

In the dream, many scenes flowed like fleeting images, including the continuous spring rain when I first met Meng Huan five years ago, the autumn scenery when I reunited with Meng Huan on Anzhenmen Street one year ago, and the winter snow when I first entered Meng’s mansion last year , There are crabapple flowers on Mount Lushi this spring, hibiscus blooming in the corner of the wall when Meng Huan dances his spear, and the moonlight on the Jinshui River on the night of August [-]th...

It has been a year since he entered the Meng Mansion.

When Meng Huan came, Song Zhi was lying on the table, her face was pressed against the scroll, she was fast asleep, but her brows were furrowed even in a dream.

However, after not seeing anyone for more than ten days, Meng Huan was surprised that he had lost a lot of weight, and woke him up angrily with a frown.

"It's so cold, sleeping like this, do you want to catch a cold?"

Song Zhi's arms were numb from the pressure, she raised her head sleepily, and seeing Meng Huan in front of her, her eyes lit up first, then quickly dimmed, she stood up, and saluted Meng Huan: "I have seen the young master."

Strange and alienated.

These days, Meng Huan naturally misses him very much. When he saw someone today, he felt that his thoughts were flooding in like a tide. Seeing him lose weight, he felt distressed and blamed himself, but he was blocked by this gift for thousands of miles.

Meng Huan withdrew the hand he was about to extend, and said calmly, "If you're sick, I won't call you a doctor again."

Song Zhi lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, I was wrong, and I won't do this again."

Very insincere.

Meng Huan was so angry that his teeth were itching, whoever was wronged, he could never wait for him to admit his mistake, why did he rush to find him by himself, and still have this attitude?

The more Meng Huan thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and he stared angrily at Song Zhi for a while, but Song Zhi didn't say anything.

Meng Huan was angry, and as soon as he flicked his sleeves, he was about to leave, but just as he turned around, he heard Song Zhi calling him.

"Master!"

It was still a gentle and clear boyish voice, full of panic, eagerness, and caution.

Meng Huan suddenly turned his head to look at him, feeling his heart was also tugged by the word "young master".

"What's the matter?" He asked calmly.

Song Zhi had indeed lost weight, her eye sockets were sunken, her chin was sharpened, her eyes like ink were quietly looking at him, she seemed to have a lot to say, but thousands of words came to her mouth, and they were swallowed again. Zhi just smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Master, today is the Double Ninth Festival, I wish you good health, no disease and no disaster, and keep smiling."

If you want to say it, you will rest, if you want to say it, you will rest, but you will say that it will be a cool autumn.

Laugh a lot.

Meng Huan's heart trembled for a while, he was sore and hurt, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw the emerald pendant hanging on Song Zhi's waist again.

At the beginning of August, he asked Song Zhi what he wanted to make of the emerald while walking on the horse.

I remember Song Zhi said at that time: "Make a pair of Maitreya Buddha jade pendants."

"One for you, one for me."

"Why?" Meng Huan remembered asking himself.

Then Song Zhi replied: "I hope you will always smile and have no troubles."

The footsteps of leaving stopped there, as if roots had taken root under their feet, and they couldn't move no matter what.

Meng Huan saw that Song Zhi's eyes were gradually turning red, and the defense line in his heart was also disintegrated step by step.

"Master." Song Zhi called out again.

Meng Huan looked at him: "What?"

There was hope in Meng Huan's eyes, but Song Zhi didn't see it.

Song Zhi lowered her head, a little aggrieved, but she didn't know what she was aggrieved about.

What should he do?

How can Meng Huan stop being angry with him?

What should he say?

There was a long silence, so long that the expectation in Meng Huan's eyes gradually cooled down, Song Zhicai bit her lip, clutched her sleeves, stepped forward a little nervously, and walked in front of Meng Huan.

Meng Huan looked at him.

Song Zhixin pushed herself harder, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed Meng Huan's lips.

Meng Huan did not hide.

Song Zhi felt relieved, fortunately, she didn't avoid it, otherwise it would be too ugly.

Nostrils intertwined, Song Zhi looked at Meng Huan's eyes that were close at hand, and his face slowly burned. He closed his eyes, grabbed Meng Huan's shoulders, and planned to go further, but before he could stick out his tongue, Meng Huan suddenly Raise your hand and hug him by the waist.

Song Zhi let out a cry of surprise, and hurriedly hugged Meng Huan's neck, avoiding falling herself, and then buried her face in his arms.

Meng Huan's heart was beating fast, and there was still a reassuring and familiar smell in his arms, but it was mixed with a less obvious fragrance of powder.

Song Zhi's nose was slightly sore, she closed her eyes, pretending not to smell it, and felt embarrassed for such a shameless self.

Meng Huan's actions were a little rough, he threw Song Zhi on the bed, and then pressed him down.

The wound on her back hadn't fully healed yet, and when she fell on the bed, the wound was squeezed and hurt a little, Song Zhi gritted her teeth and said nothing.

A slightly rough but broad hand reached into the skirt of his shirt, and while kissing him, Meng Huan eagerly caressed his delicate chest.

Song Zhi hooked Meng Huan's neck, slightly frowned her pretty brows, raised her face, her body trembling slightly from Meng Huan's touch.

"Zi Lan..." Meng Huan called him in a low voice.

"...Huh?" There was a nasal voice.

"Open your eyes and look at me." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi's eyelashes trembled a few times, she slowly opened her eyes, and looked at Meng Huan.

Those cat-like eyes were a little flustered and wet. They were obviously trembling with fear, but they forced themselves to accept it.

Perhaps it was because Meng Huan was too rough that night, which left a bad impression on him.

Meng Huan lowered his head and kissed his eyes, his warm tongue licked his eyelashes, the eyelashes were like a brush, sweeping over the tip of his tongue, as if on the tip of his heart, itchy and seductive.

The moist and hot kiss fell on Song Zhi's lips, not gentle, but like a wild beast, devouring his prey, devouring it step by step, trying to tear him apart.

Song Zhi clung to his shoulders, breathing disorderly, trying to adapt to Meng Huan's rhythm.

Meng Huan left his lips, the tip of his tongue rolled over his earlobe, and came to the side of his neck, kissing and sucking hotly, leaving mottled marks on the side of Song Zhi's neck.

Song Zhi's body trembled slightly, and suddenly she began to sob in a low voice, but she wept silently.

Meng Huan touched the bony body under his hands, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you crying, don't you want to?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "Come on."

Seeing him crying like this, Meng Huan couldn't bear it. He lowered his head and kissed away the tears on Song Zhi's face, and reproached him in a low voice, "Did Fuli deprive you of food? Why did you lose so much weight?"

Song Zhi shook her head tearfully, and said, "No, it's me who can't eat."

As for why he couldn't eat, Meng Huan didn't ask again.

These more than ten days were nothing more than torturing each other.Song Zhi is not doing well, how is he doing well?

Meng Huan bit his ear, and asked Song Zhi's ear, "Do you dare to do it again?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Zhi knew that Meng Huan had forgiven him, she couldn't help but her eyes turned hot, she shook her head and said she didn't dare, then hooked Meng Huan's neck and leaned forward to kiss him, said vaguely: "Master, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry..." he said over and over.

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Note: The sentence "many forests and green leaves" is excerpted from Ma Ziyan's "Begonia Spring" in Song Dynasty