Southerners

"In such a cold weather, the crabapple hasn't opened yet. You are standing here blowing the air. What should you do if you catch a cold?" Meng Huan scolded, "I really don't care about my body at all."

The touch on her face made Song Zhi instinctively turn her head to avoid Meng Huan's hand.

Meng Huan's hand paused slightly, but he wasn't annoyed, he just took Song Zhi's hand and pulled him into the room: "It's cold outside, let's talk inside."

Meng Huan's hand exerted strength, but Song Zhi couldn't break free.

Meng Huan asked as he walked: "Why, go back, what did Xiuniang tell you?"

Song Zhi looked up at him, her face was still cool, and he didn't know when she cried.

"No." Song Zhi said.

Meng Huan warmed his hands for him, this time Song Zhi didn't hide anymore.

"Then why did you suddenly get angry with me again?"

"I'm sorry." He leaned over, kissed the side of Meng Huan's face, and said, "Can you plant the plum blossoms as soon as possible, instead of waiting until next spring?"

Meng Huan was a little surprised. It was a very cold day, and the plum blossoms were in the season of blooming, so it was inconvenient to transplant, but he still smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Song Zhi leaned on Meng Huan, putting most of her weight on Meng Huan, with her arms around his waist, her posture was intimate and dependent.

"What's wrong?" Meng Huan sensed that he was in a wrong mood and asked him in a low voice.

Song Zhi raised her eyes and glanced at him, her eyes were quiet, with imperceptible sadness.Reflecting the snow outside the house, Song Zhi's complexion seemed to be whiter than the snow, she went up to meet Meng Huan and kissed Meng Huan's lips.

"Didn't I say the day before yesterday that I will compensate you when I come back?" Between kisses, Song Zhi said in a somewhat unsteady voice.

The panting trill sounded beside his ears, making Meng Huan's heart tickle like a cat's claws.

"So how do you plan to compensate?" Meng Huan asked.

Song Zhi's face was reddish, she bit her lip, the shameful words made him a little speechless.

The charcoal fire "cracked" in the stove, and the sound of breathing and heartbeat could be clearly heard between the two people hugging each other tightly.

The warm stove cut off the cold air outside the house, making the temperature inside the house even seem a bit high.

Song Zhi felt a little hot.

Ashamed to say it, he had to show it with actions. He lowered his head slightly, his lips brushed against Meng Huan's chin, moved down along the warm skin, and kissed softly and clumsily on the side of Meng Huan's neck.

This was the first time Song Zhi took the initiative to do such a thing, jerky and shy.

Song Zhi took the initiative, Meng Huan was of course happy, but something was wrong, very wrong.

Meng Huan pinched his chin, stopped Song Zhi from moving further, raised his face, and asked, "What happened?"

Song Zhi's lips moved, but she didn't answer, she just asked, "You... don't want to?"

In a word, Meng Huan immediately felt a tingling sensation like an electric current running down his lower abdomen, and his breathing was slightly heavy: "This is what you asked for, don't stop later."

Song Zhihong nodded with a blushing face, and whispered, "Got it."

The closed door isolates the wind and snow, isolates the begonias and plum blossoms, and isolates all kinds of grievances, hatreds, big righteousness and small grievances, whether it was 40 years ago, 14 years ago, or five years ago. .

Meng Huan picked him up horizontally, put him on the bed gently, and kissed his lips with his head down.

Song Zhi grabbed Meng Huan's shoulder, her heart beating like thunder.

The belts of the clothes gradually widened. Although it was winter, the bodies of the two of them who were close to each other didn't feel cold, but rather hot, as if a fire was burning in their bodies, which made people lose their senses.

Meng Huan was so swollen, but still patient, he lowered his head and kissed Song Zhi's forehead, and said in a low voice, "If it hurts, bite me." He pointed to his shoulder.

Song Zhi hooked his neck and nodded indiscriminately. The last experience was not good, which made him a little scared, but he still tried his best to open himself up and accept Meng Huan.

When going in, Song Zhi's hand scratched a red mark on Meng Huan's back. He eagerly searched for Meng Huan's lips, trying to find some comfort in the kiss, but tears flowed down his face unknowingly.

"Does it hurt?" Meng Huan asked.

Song Zhi shook her head.

Meng Huan was much more patient than last time, the pain was not severe, and the tears were not just because of the pain.

But because of more, those things that are unclear.

"Zhengnan..." Song Zhi called his name.

"Ok?"

"Will you stay with me for a while longer?"

Song Zhizai seemed to be floating in the tide, grasping a person's hand in despair, while loathing herself, longing for redemption.

What a humble plea, but Meng Huan didn't understand the meaning of it.

Meng Huan kissed his eyes: "I will always be with you."

Love words, especially those spoken at this time, tend to sound better than usual.

By the time everything was over, the sky had already darkened.

It gets dark early in winter, and you are already groggy when you arrive, but the snow reflects the light of the snow, making the world look less bleak.

Song Zhi shrank in Meng Huan's arms, not wanting to move.

tired.

I am tired all over.

It still hurts.

Meng Huan held him in his arms, bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair, and said, "Good boy, come with me to clean up, otherwise you will get sick."

Song Zhi snorted, her voice was low and hoarse: "I don't want to move."

Meng Huan touched the smooth skin under his hands, and said softly: "Then I'll ask Lian Er to bring some hot water in, and you wait here for me."

Song Zhi held his hand and said, "Don't go." Her voice was muffled, and she seemed very dissatisfied with Meng Huan's leaving.

It's hard to see such a straightforward Song Zhi, she doesn't hide her inner thoughts, she is so honest and cute, so soft that Meng Huan can't bear to disobey any of his words.

"Why are you so clingy today?" Meng Huan squeezed Song Zhi's palm, "Good boy, I'll be back soon."

It's okay not to clean it up, Song Zhi can't be coquettish again, this is the principle, Meng Huan still pulled his hand away, got dressed and went out, ordering Lian'er to prepare hot water to come in.

After cleaning up, Song Zhi was very tired and didn't want to eat dinner, so she reluctantly drank a bowl of porridge at Meng Huan's request.

Meng Huan sighed: "You are so thin, how can you gain weight if you don't eat more?"

Song Zhi said lazily, "Don't you like thin people?"

Meng Huan smiled and pinched his face: "I like everything about you, but you are too thin, it hurts to look at you."

After going through a lot of cloud and rain, when Meng Huan touched him again, he felt different. Song Zhi always felt that everything was ambiguous, so she lowered her head unnaturally: "Oh." So she ate two more bites Porridge.

After finishing the porridge, Song Zhi suddenly said, "It's almost the twelfth lunar month."

Meng Huan paused for a moment. Today is November 23. It is only a few days away from the twelfth lunar month. It will be the New Year's Eve soon, and Song Zhi is going back to Xingshun Hutong. It was very difficult for the two of them to see each other.

Seeing that he was depressed, Meng Huan put his arms around him and asked in a low voice: "Zi Lan, do you want to...try to make Xiu Niang accept me?"

Shocked, Song Zhi suddenly sat up from Meng Huan's arms, bumped her head on Meng Huan's chin, and said, "No!"

Meng Huan was in pain and clutched his chin: "No need to be so excited, right?"

Song Zhi rubbed him guiltily, "I'm sorry."

"It's not that I don't want Xiuniang to accept you...it's just that it's impossible."

Meng Huan looked at him and asked, "Why?"

Song Zhi said, "Didn't I tell you about my parents before?"

"Father died defending the city back then, and mother had a strong temper. Xiuniang followed mother and hated Meng Yuan...to the bone."

"The day before yesterday, I just saw the two of us together, and I lost my temper... If you let her know that I am in your house, I don't know what to do."

"What about you?" Meng Huan asked suddenly, "Do you hate us?"

"Huh?" Song Zhi raised her head and was stopped by Meng Huan's question.

hate it?

Hate, how can you not hate?

But when he looked into Meng Huan's eyes, the expression in it was gentle and casually expectant. Song Zhi knew that Meng Huan was very conniving towards him, and when it didn't involve issues of principle, he was always the one who said what he said. .

So Song Zhi smiled, and said softly: "I was still young at that time...Although I reject the Yuan court now, after all, not all Mongols are so cruel."

Meng Huan stroked his hair and said "hmm".

"You leave later and come back early next year."

At the end of November, Shizu once again summoned Wen Tianxiang in the palace, hoping to recruit him, but Wen Tianxiang would rather die than surrender, saying that he was deeply favored by Zhao Song Long, and he resolutely refused to have two surnames, and only wanted to die. Suddenly, the papers from the imperial court pleading for the execution of Wen Tianxiang piled up again, and they were piled high on Shizu's case.

That day when Meng Huan went out, Song Zhi sat in the room talking to Aqila and asked about Wen Tianxiang.

Azila said everything, didn't realize that there was something wrong with him, unexpectedly, after saying a few words, Qino ran over to give Song Zhi new clothes.

After all, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, Meng Huan felt that he should also buy new clothes for Song Zhi.

Zeno happened to hear Azila's words, and immediately said with a tiger's face, "The little girl in the courtyard of the deep house, what do you know, don't gossip!"

Azila stuck out his tongue and ran away.

Qinuo didn't like Song Zhi, and even Aqila didn't like it. After Meng Huan came back, he turned around and told Meng Huan about it.

Meng Huan was not in the mood to pay attention to what Aqila said, but couldn't help but wonder why Song Zhi cared about Wen Tianxiang again.

Since that day, the relationship between the two has become much closer. Meng Huan would stay in Song Zhi's room from time to time. At first there were some rumors in the mansion, but Meng Huan suppressed them with thunderous means. After that, no one dared to make irresponsible remarks. Except for Meng Huan in the mansion, no matter who sees Song Zhi, they should greet Song Zhi politely and say: "I have seen Mr. Song."

Song Zhiyuan didn't want Meng Huan to be so high-profile, but she couldn't stop him, so she had to let him go.

That night, after the cloud and rain, Meng Huan took Song Zhi's shoulders and hugged her in his arms, his sweaty body pressed against his skin, which is something only the closest people would do.

But Meng Huan couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

After the winter solstice came back, Song Zhi felt a little strange, if she couldn't say what was strange, she became very active and enthusiastic.

He secretly inquired about Wen Tianxiang, Meng Huan thought, what does he want to do?Are you trying to please me, or confuse me?

If you just want to know, why not just ask me?

The rumors about rescuing Prime Minister Wen in the capital haven't dissipated yet, Meng Huan wonders if someone is secretly preparing for this, it seems that the court executed Wen Tianxiang's Zhezi Xuehua.

If Song Zhi found out all of this, what would Song Zhi do?

Regarding Chen Diaohua's matter, although Meng Huan said he forgave Song Zhi, it was a thorn in his heart, as long as Song Zhi was still from Song Dynasty and had that bullish temper, the thorn would not be able to be removed.

It hurts every time I touch it.

Zilan, whom he holds dear to his heart, is willing to betray him and stand with his enemy at the risk of death.

This time, Wen Tianxiang's matter was not within the scope of Meng Huan's responsibility, but Meng Huan would never stay out of it for what Song Zhizhen wanted to do.

"Zi Lan," Meng Huan rubbed Song Zhi's neck affectionately, and asked in a low voice, "I heard that you are asking about Wen Songrui?"

Song Zhi didn't answer or make a sound, she seemed to be asleep.

I just don't know if I really fell asleep or just fell asleep.

The author has something to say:

First update today.The school has started, and the work and rest time have been changed. I will see if I can keep the previous update time. If not, I will adjust it, baa.

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