Southerners

Song Zhi blushed and looked very bully, Meng Huan couldn't help but raised his hand to touch it, and sighed: "Tell me about you, why are you always so attractive?"

"Huh?" Song Zhi was puzzled.

Meng Huan said: "Heli Lord Huo Sun, the prince, wants to snatch you away from me. I'm really afraid that you will really leave one day."

"No." Song Zhi whispered, "I will never become an official."

Meng Huan stroked his hair, ordered people to remove the food, and then said: "Actually, if you really want to become an official, I will not stop you, I'm afraid you are too upright and will be bullied in the court of intrigue. "

Song Zhi said, "I won't be an official."

As for why not, Meng Huan didn't know about it, so he put the matter aside and said: "In that case, I will help you stop the prince in the future."

Song Zhi: "Did I cause you trouble again?"

"No," Meng Huan said, "it's not your problem."

In fact, Song Zhi still had a doubt in her heart. Since the crown prince suspected that he had been involved in Ahema's affairs and wanted to arrest him, why did he suddenly change his attitude now, making a 180-degree turn.

Afterwards, Song Zhi met with Liu Yin several times, and they basically chatted. Soon, Liu Yin resigned from office and wanted to return to Baoding.

Song Zhi went to see him off.

"Master Liu, why did you resign suddenly, are you doing well in the East Palace?"

"Don't call me Mr. Liu, I'm older than you, just call me brother." Then he said, "The crown prince is very good and treats me very well, but Liu Yinzhi is not here, he just wants to be a countryman."

Song Zhi understood.

Liu Yindao: "However, the excuse given to His Royal Highness is not entirely an excuse. Gao Tang at home is indeed getting old and needs someone to take care of him."

"It's Zilan, it's not flattery, my brother really thinks you are talented, and you have no one in your family, so why don't you want to be an official?" Liu Yin was a little curious.

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, and because of her recent relationship, she felt that Liu Yin was a person worth making friends with, so she told the truth to Liu Yin: "Brother Mengji, my late father was the magistrate of Tongling County back then. It took all my life to save my life, Song Zhi cherished the rest of her life, she didn't dare to follow my father, but... she also didn't dare to disobey my father's will."

It's very clear now.

Liu Yin was a little surprised, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Song Zhi suddenly changed, but even after hearing such outrageous words, he was still calm, and pondered: "I didn't expect Zilan to be because of this..."

Liu Yin sighed, "Zi Lan was only a teenager when Song died, right? It's admirable to have such integrity."

Song Zhilian said he didn't dare.

Liu Yin said again: "However, Zilan, let me ask you, why did you read this sage book?"

Liu Yin's words stopped Song Zhi from asking.

Why study?

He followed his father since he was a child, and his father was full of patriotism. Song Zhi's study at that time was naturally for the sake of his family and country.

But now that Song is dead, why does he want to study?

Seeing Song Zhi groaning and not answering, Liu Yin said: "Build your heart for the world, build your life for the people, inherit the sage's unique learning, and create peace for all generations...Have Zi Lan heard of these four sentences?"

Song Zhi nodded, he was always intelligent, and immediately understood the meaning of Liu Yin's words.

"Li Yun" said: "People are the heart of heaven and earth." "Cheng's Posthumous Letter" also said that benevolent people and loving things are to establish a heart for heaven and earth.

"The old are at ease. Friends believe in it. The young are cherishing it." This is to build a life for the people.

The study of becoming a sage and uniting the sky will continue to go to the sage; the merit of harmonizing the world will be left to future generations.This is the case of inheriting the unique knowledge of the sages, and the peace of the world.

No matter how the country changes, whether it is the country of the Song Dynasty or the country of the Yuan Dynasty, the people of the world will always be the people, and the people of the world will always be born.

According to Zhang Zihou's words, Song Zhi's only heart is the Song Dynasty, but it is narrow-minded.

Seeing that he understood, Liu Yin didn't say much, and reminded him again: "Wen Songrui...I'm afraid he won't live long."

Song Zhi was taken aback, and quickly asked, "What's going on?" Wen Tianxiang had been locked up in Dadu all along, and Shizu always wanted to recruit him, so he didn't have the heart to execute him, so why didn't he live long all of a sudden?

Liu Yindao: "Not long ago, a monk in Fujian said that Saturn offended the emperor's sitting star, and suspected that there was a disturbance. There was a madman in Zhongshan who called himself "Song Lord" and had thousands of soldiers. He wanted to rescue Wen Tianxiang."

Song Zhi understood.All these deeds point to Wen Tianxiang, no matter how much the ancestors cherished their talents, it is impossible for them to sit and watch a former court minister wreak havoc on his own country, and it will be a matter of time before he gets annoyed.

"That's all Liu Yin said, Zilan, think about it carefully, you will not end well if you fight against the entire Dayuan with your own strength."

After Liu Yin finished speaking, he bid farewell to Song Zhi and got into the carriage. The driver waved his whip, and the horse let out a long neigh.

"Zi Lan, there will be a time later."

The cold wind in early winter rolled up the fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves swirled, drifting away in a desolate and lonely way, and finally fell back to the ground powerlessly.

The wheels ran over the bluestone slabs and made a "grunt" sound, but did not leave any ruts.

What Liu Yin said really resounded in Song Zhi's heart, making him think involuntarily: Am I wrong?Am I really narrow-minded?

But... Song Zhi thought about it for a while, if what he said was true, then the countless soldiers who died in the Song Dynasty, his parents, Chen Diaoyan brothers and sisters, and Wen Songrui, who is now in prison, would not Is it all a joke?

Should the Great Song Dynasty hand over the country to others, and happily manage the country for others?

... simply ridiculous!Song Zhi thought.

Scholars in ancient and modern times are all for the common people, not for such a brutal imperial power!

With such thoughts in mind, Song Zhi watched Liu Yin's carriage out of sight and could no longer be seen before walking back.

When returning to Meng Mansion, passing by Zhang Mansion, Song Zhi remembered that she hadn't visited Zhang Hui for a long time, so she stopped by to have a look.

Zhang Hui's life is going well.

Although he was not as powerful as before, and there were quite a few people in the capital who taunted him, but Zhang Hui didn't take it to heart, and lived peacefully in his own mansion, playing chess and playing with flowers and plants all day long.

Seeing Song Zhi coming, Zhang Hui asked him to sit down and asked Song Zhi to play a game of chess with him.

Finally, Zhang Hui asked about Song Zhi's recent situation.

Song Zhi only said that everything was fine in Meng Mansion.

Zhang Hui asked him: "At the beginning, I wanted to use you, but you refused to agree to it. Why are you willing to stay with that kid obediently now?"

Song Zhi stammered, how should I answer this?Immediately blushed.

Simply Zhang Hui didn't make things difficult for him, just smiled and said: "However, it is a good thing that he is willing to turn around a little bit and not be as stubborn as before."

Song Zhixin nodded in agreement.

Because of Liu Yin's words, Song Zhi paid more attention to Wen Tianxiang's situation, and secretly cared about him all the time, but never let Meng Huan know about it, and only asked about it in private.

In November, an unsigned letter leaked out of Beijing, which roughly stated how to rescue the prime minister. Shizu suspected that the prime minister was referring to Wen Tianxiang.

At the same time, an official named Wang Jiweng in the court wanted to release Wen Tianxiang as a Taoist priest together with Song official Xie Changyuan and ten others, but was rejected by a Southern Song courtier named Liu Mengyan.

After all, Shizu couldn't bear it, so he summoned Wen Tianxiang once in the palace, but Wen Tianxiang wanted to die wholeheartedly.

For a while, Wen Tianxiang was killed or released or kept in prison, causing all the courtiers to quarrel endlessly in the court hall.

Song Zhi naturally hoped that Wen Tianxiang could continue to live.

But he also knew that, for Wen Tianxiang himself, death was probably his best destination, which meant that he dedicated his whole life to Song Ting.

I couldn't help but sweat for Wen Tianxiang.

Song Zhilian didn't tell Lian Er about Wen Tianxiang.

After all, Song Zhi understood that no matter what Meng Huan did to Lian Er, Lian Er was still Meng Huan's man, and Lian Er would report to Meng Huan immediately if there was any disturbance in her.

In late November, there was an extremely heavy snowfall.

It started to fall from the night before, and continued to fall until the next morning.

Song Zhi opened the door and went out in the morning, only to see snow-white everywhere, the whole world was covered in silver, pure and clean, the crabapple trees in the yard were completely covered by heavy snow, and clusters of snow piled up on the branches.

The snow on the ground has been swept away by the early risers, so it does not affect walking.

Meng Huan went to the Privy Council and came back, feeling that his whole body was going to be frozen. Afraid of Song Zhi's coldness, he ordered someone to deliver a few more stoves to his room.

Song Zhi poured Meng Huan a cup of hot tea: "Warm your body."

Meng Huan took it with a smile, and said, "To warm up, it's better to drink wine. I can't get used to your tea."

Song Zhi yelled at him: "Drinking will hurt your health, it's better to drink less."

"Understood." Meng Huan hugged him, bowed his head and kissed his neck.

The breath in the nose is familiar and reassuring.

"Would you like to go out to see snow and plum blossoms?" Meng Huan asked.

Meng Huan himself seldom did these things, but he thought that Song Zhi would like it. In this case, it would be good to go out with Song Zhi.

"Okay." Song Zhi smiled slightly, with a look of expectation in her eyes.

When he woke up this morning, he wanted to go out.

There is an excellent plum grove next to Jishuitan, which is now in full bloom. Song Zhi has heard about it for a long time, and has always wanted to see it.

The carriage didn't run fast, and moved forward slowly, after all, the road was slippery in snowy weather.

Meng Huan stuffed a heater into Song Zhi's hand.

"How can I be so delicate?" Song Zhi said.

"It's very cold outside today. You're originally from the south. I'm afraid you won't be able to stand the cold. How can you get better if you're sick?"

Although Song Zhi still didn't want it, she still accepted it.

Ice had already formed on the Jishuitan, and when I looked over, I saw a bright piece of water on the water, like a mirror.

The shore is covered with snow.

This plum grove is very famous in the capital city, and there are many tourists, most of whom are female relatives of various families, who come out to enjoy plum blossoms and snow while the weather is good.

Mei Xu Xunxue is three points white, but Xue loses Mei for a while.

In this piece of Merlin, it is reflected very delicately.

Before entering the plum forest, just standing not far away, you can smell the quiet fragrance of plum blossoms, mixed with the coolness of ice and snow, and get into people's noses together.

Song Zhi stepped on the snow with one foot deeply and the other shallowly, thinking that it was a good thing she was wearing boots today, otherwise she would have stepped on the snow.

Meng Huan held his hand, watching him walk like a duck, a little funny.

"You can't lie to a good cobblestone road, but you still want to step on the snowdrift. It's all right now, and you're asking for trouble."

Song Zhi said seriously: "Stepping on the stone slabs doesn't feel like looking at the snow. You still have to step on the snow and make a 'creak' sound to have an artistic conception."

Meng Huan has been marching and fighting for many years, and he has also been to the north. In the cold winter months, he has fought in the bitter north wind and heavy snow. He is not afraid of snow.

After finally stepping on the snow and entering the plum grove, there was a burst of tangy aroma and plum blossoms piled up on the branches like snow. Song Zhi couldn't help but hold her breath.

"It's so beautiful." Song Zhi said.

Meng Huan said: "If you like it, we will come to see it every year, and we can plant a few plants in the mansion."

"Every year?" Song Zhi asked.

"Well, every year." Meng Huan replied.

Song Zhi brushed off the snowflakes on Meng's shoulders, which fell from the branches.

"Okay, every year." Song Zhi agreed with a smile.

But every year is not as easy as it is said.

The crisp laughter of the female relatives resounded from the depths of Merlin.

In the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties, the defense between men and women was not so serious, especially the daughters of Mongolian families, who were extremely bold.

Song Zhi heard a chaotic voice in the plum forest, so she pulled Meng Huan away quietly.

Meng Huan smiled lowly: "So you don't want to see her?"

Song Zhi held Meng Huan's hand, while carefully paying attention to the enemy's situation, she replied: "Miss Chuo Man has thoughts about you, I don't believe you don't know."

Meng Huan shook his hand: "So what, I have nothing to her."

Song Zhi: "How dare you!"

"If you have, I will push you off the pond."

"It's so fierce. It's winter. If you push it down, you'll freeze to death if you don't drown."

Song Zhi suddenly turned her head, kissed Meng Huan, and said, "So don't like her."

Meng Huan's eyes gradually deepened: "No, I only want you."

"Oops!" There was an exclamation, and a woman slipped her foot and fell under the plum tree not far away, her forehead was blue, and the snow fell rustlingly, covering the girl all over.

Why is this voice so familiar?

Song Zhi looked up: "Man'er?"

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Note: ⑴Wen Tianxiang’s death can be found on Baidu.

⑵ I don't know if there is a plum grove next to the Jishuitan.