Southerners

Only then did Ahema smile, and waved his hands: "Very good." Then he said, "You go out first, I have something to talk to You Cheng."

Song Zhi responded "Yes", and quickly raised his eyes, seeing that Zhang Hui's eyes were filled with worry and relief, he felt sore, and backed out.

What Ahema asked Zhang Hui to talk about, Song Zhi didn't know.Ah Hema is a well-known treacherous minister, and his reputation is extremely bad. Song Zhi probably knew in his heart that Zhang Hui and Ah Hema had a good relationship. When he lived in Zhang's residence a few years ago, he met Ah Hema several times .

Song Zhi couldn't help being a little worried. In his heart, the Yuan court was a puppet court. Song Zhi could not say that he rejected treacherous officials, but he was worried that Zhang Hui would be a drag on him.

As for whether Zhang Hui was in collusion with Ahema, Song Zhi didn't believe it from the bottom of her heart.Zhang Hui lives a frugal life, is strict with himself, never indulges his children, and rarely scolds the servants of the mansion, such a person, Song Zhi does not believe that he is a traitor.

But this is not something he can intervene.

When Song Zhi withdrew, she turned her head and saw Zhang Hui's son, Zhang Zunhui, who is currently the doctor of Zuo Si.

Song Zhi made a bow and said, "Master Zhang."

Zhang Zunhui was kind to Song Zhi, but he had a son himself, who was about the same age as Song Zhi. Zhang Hui loved Song Zhi very much, but he didn't appreciate his grandson Zhang Chengyi a little bit, and Song Zhi was "ignorant of current affairs". , refused to become an official, Zhang Zunhui was unavoidably dissatisfied with him.

Zhang Zunhui said, "Come here?"

"When you came out of your father's study, you can see that Ahema Pingzhang?"

"See you." Song Zhi said.

Zhang Zunhui didn't know what to think about, thought for a while, waved his hand, and said, "You have nothing to do to go."

Song Zhi didn't move.

Zhang Zunhui gave him a strange look.

Song Zhi explained: "Master Pingzhang told me to wait here."

Zhang Zunhui glanced at him, probably wondering why Ahema asked him to wait.

Song Zhi: "Your Excellency said, there is an errand for me."

Now Zhang Zunhui looked at him even more strangely: Zhang Hui gave him an errand, but he refused, and Ahe Majiao agreed.

Song Zhi didn't make any excuses, she just stood there, waiting for Ahema Pingzhang.

Zhang Zunhui stopped for a while and then left.

The errand given to Song Zhi by Ahema was not complicated, but he was only ordered to draw a few people.A few days later, Song Zhi arrived at Ahema's residence as agreed, but Ahema did not show up. The person who received him was Ahema's steward named Kuku, with very eye-catching green eyes.

This Kuku man is as cool as his name suggests.He led Song Zhi to the flower hall expressionlessly, and said, "Master Pingzhang, please sit down for a while, the person who wants to paint will arrive later."

Song Zhichong cupped his hands at him: "Thank you."

Kuku turned his head and left without raising his eyelids.But after all, Ahema's mansion treated guests well, and soon a maidservant brought tea to Song Zhi.

About a quarter of an hour later, that Kuku came again, leading Song Zhi all the way to the back garden, and then a group of young and beautiful women filed in, mixed with a few handsome boys with powdered faces.

Kuku said: "Mr. Ren Ming draws these boys and girls one by one, so that the paintings can look like people."

All the painting tools and paints were provided by Ahema's house, and Song Zhi only needed to bring a pair of hands.Then, those young girls bowed their heads and lowered their eyebrows, and stood still quietly, letting Song Zhi draw.

When he was young, a young servant came up to Song Zhi, squeezed his shoulders, and then quietly stuffed a few taels of silver into Song Zhi's waist. Song Zhi was about to refuse, but the young servant whispered: "Mr. Don't worry."

The boy glanced at a young man in Tsing Yi who was about [-] or [-] years old in the group, and said: "The boy's name is Xi Tong, he honors you, sir, just accept it, you don't have to be polite."

When Song Zhi heard the words and looked up, Xi Tong also happened to look up, meeting Song Zhi's eyes, Xi Tong pursed her lips and smiled, and nodded imperceptibly.

To be honest, Xitong's complexion is only average among this group of people, but his eyes are round and innocent, which is very deceptive.

His face is clearly Han Chinese, but for some reason it has fallen to such a state, it is really pitiful.At this time, the boy said in his ear again: "They are all poor people. This Xitong heard that he was taken captive. His family members are all dead, so he is the only one left."

Song Zhi raised her hand to stop his words, and said, "I know all about it." Returning the few taels of silver to the boy, "Give these back to him."

The boy knew that the matter had come true, and left with a smile on his face: "Thank you sir for your understanding."

When Xitong was drawn, Song Zhi paused slightly, and modified the person in the painting a little. It still looked like Xitong, but for no reason he was a little more attractive than a real person.

There were more than a dozen boys and girls to draw, and Song Zhi didn't finish painting in one day, and continued to paint the next day.After he finished painting, the steward Kuku gave him some silver notes, saying it was a reward.

Ahema seemed to be busy these two days, so he just had time to look at the portraits painted by Song Zhi, called someone to praise him, and then asked Song Zhi: "If you are willing, I will ask Ulu Hunet I beg you to come to my house and do things for me, I will never treat you badly, how about it?"

Song Zhi was taken aback in her heart, but she was still calm after all, showing a bit of panic just right, and quickly knelt down and lowered her body and said, "The villain is terrified."

"The adults appreciate it, and the villain is very grateful. I shouldn't refuse."

"But the villain's parents died when he was young, and he was taken back to the mansion by Mr. Zhang. He has been teaching him carefully until now. Mr. Zhang is like the grandfather and teacher of the villain. The villain, the villain is really..."

Hearing what he said with sincerity, Ahema felt inconvenient to snatch someone from Zhang Hui again, so he waved his hand and said, "It's hard for me to force others, so you back down."

Song Zhi still crouched down: "Your Majesty wants to promote you, Lord Wanwang forgive me."

Ahema waved his hand, Kuku immediately understood, and said with a blank expression: "Sir, please."

Song Zhi just got up from the ground, bowed deeply to Ahema again, and then backed out.

Don't want to just exit the door, suddenly heard a long laugh: "Why is Hazier free?"

Hazier?Song Zhi was taken aback, how could she meet this enemy everywhere?

Kuku also heard it, and explained to Song Zhi: "My Young Master Sun is entertaining friends at the house today."

Song Zhi smiled and wanted to take a detour, but suddenly a ball flew over and hit him in the face, Song Zhi dodged in a hurry, and the ball hit Kuku's face.

Kuku: "..."

At this time, a young man ran over not far away, saw this scene, and laughed loudly: "Kuku! Give me back the ball!"

The young man ran over with a few steps, took the air bag from Kuku, and seeing his unhappy expression, he hurriedly said, "Kuku is annoyed, please don't complain to grandpa! I'll find some good things for you later. You send it!"

Kuku twitched the corners of his mouth: "Young Master Sun is joking." He glanced at Song Zhi, saw that the person was standing far away, with his head lowered, as if he didn't care about anything, and thought, "This kid is really clever."

Meng Gutai also saw Song Zhi, but obviously he didn't take him seriously, he turned his head to greet him with anger: "I picked it up, we can start."

Most of the people Meng Gutai greeted were Mongols, but there were also people from Huihui, Naiman, Uighur and other tribes. Among them was Hazier—Meng Huan.A group of people crowded over at once.

Somehow, Meng Huan got together with Ahema again and wanted to play Cuju together. At this time, his expression looked normal, but he was not very happy either.

At this time, Chuo Man said: "Meng Gutai, I will be the referee for today's match, no one is allowed to cheat."

Meng Gutai dared not show face to this aunt, and said with a smile: "Naturally, if Chuoman is the referee, whoever dares to play tricks, I, Meng Gutai, will be the first to let it go."

Chuo Man snorted and raised his chin: "Especially no one is allowed to play tricks and bully Hazier."

After Chuoman finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Meng Huan, but found that his gaze was not on her at all. Chuoman followed his gaze and saw a Han youth wearing a royal blue jacket and a Tang scarf on his head , looking familiar.

Chuoman asked: "Hazier, what are you looking at?"

Hazier retracted his eyes: "Nothing."

Chuoman recognized that it was the rude Han from last time, called Song Helan, and seeing that Hazier was interested in him, she thought of teasing him, so she waved to Kuku: "Kuku!"

Kuku responded, "What is Miss Chuoman's order?"

Chuo Man tapped Song Zhi with his chin, and asked, "Who is this Han, and why can he come in and out of Master Ahema's residence?"

Kuku said: "This person's name is Song Zhi, and he was called by the adults to do some errands. At this time, the errands have been finished and he is about to go out."

Chuoman let out a "huh" and said, "Since the errands are over, why don't you come and play with us, you will be indispensable for the reward."

Kuku didn't answer, but glanced at Song Zhi, who lowered her head.

Chuoman asked him again: "Can you play cuju?"

Song Zhi: "No."

Chuoman smiled and said: "It's okay if you don't, come and pick up the ball for us."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhi was not allowed to answer, so she turned her head and asked Meng Huan, "Is that all right, Hazier?"

Meng Huan glanced at Song Zhi, wondering what he was thinking, and nodded, "As long as Chuo Man likes it."

"It's just," Meng Huan said, "I don't think this person will be willing." Meng Huan also told the truth.

Chuo Man didn't expect that there would be another problem, and turned to Song Zhi in surprise: "You don't want to?"

Song Zhixin said that her luck was really bad recently, so she said bravely, "Miss Chuo Man, a villain really doesn't know how to play cuju, and with a villain as company, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the young lady to enjoy herself to the fullest."

Meng Gutai interjected: "Miss appreciates you, it's your blessing, how can you refuse?"

Song Zhi fell to her knees with a "plop" and said, "The fortune of a villain is so poor that I can't afford to be loved by a young lady."

Meng Huan looked on coldly, thinking that this person was too ignorant of Chuoman's temper, Boyan and his wife doted on this only daughter, and developed a domineering personality of Chuoman, unless she was made happy, there was no other way.

Song Zhi was absolutely unwilling to make a Mongolian young lady happy. It was an exception to agree to work for Ahema earlier. If Xiuniang found out, she would be so angry that she would not eat for a day. After a long time, Xiuniang will go on a hunger strike for three days.

Chuoman frowned, and said dissatisfiedly to Kuku: "Kuku, if your lord can order this Han man around, I can't do it anymore?"

Kuku said: "Miss Hui, this person belongs to Zhang Youcheng's residence, not my lord's."

Chuo Man said: "Zhang Youcheng?" She rolled her eyes and asked, "Is Zhang Chengyi here today?"

Meng Gutai replied, "He didn't come today."

Chuoman said impatiently: "He will not be here when he is useful." After speaking, he took a red whip from his waist, turned his wrist, and swung the long whip. The thin tail of the whip left a white strip on the bluestone floor. Traces, issued a sharp blasting sound.

Chuo Man said: "Come pick up the ball for Miss Ben, if you don't come, I will tell you to taste Miss Ben's strength."

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Note: Cuju is a very popular game in the Yuan Dynasty, that is, playing football. The ball is called Qizhu, which is made of leather and is filled with air when kicked.In the Yuan Dynasty, both men and women played cuju, from the imperial palace to common people.