Southerners

Meng Huan came back, but because of Xiuniang, Song Zhi did not dare to go back to the Meng Mansion immediately, and quietly wrote to Meng Huan, telling him to return to the Meng Mansion in a few days.

But even so, how can the heart that wants to meet each other be completely suppressed?

Even if Song Zhi refused to say anything or admit anything, Xiu Niang could tell that Song Zhixin was happy and anxious, as if she was eager to see someone, but she just locked herself in the room every day, bored.

Xiuniang knew in her heart that Song Zhi was jealous of her, so she didn't want to show it.

Xiuniang was helpless and funny, why is her young master so dishonest?

I want to ask, but I can't ask.

Xiuniang really wanted to know who the woman Song Zhi was worrying about all day long was. At the same time, she also had hidden worries in her heart. She suspected that Song Zhi refused to tell her because the woman was Mongolian.In all fairness, Xiuniang didn't care too much about the family background of the young mistress, as long as she had a good character, a clean net worth, and a decent woman, but this did not include Mongolians.

The two had their own concerns and lived under the same roof.

At the end of February, Xiu Niang didn't wait for Song Zhi to open her mouth, but she waited for someone else to come.

It was a man with blond hair and blue eyes, who was said to be from the west, stopped at Song Zhi's door, and asked in unfamiliar Chinese: "Dare to ask Song Zilan, Mr. Song, can you live here?"

Xiuniang seldom interacted with people from other races, so she presumed that Song Zilan knew someone outside, seeing this person's gentle and polite speech, she smiled slightly and said, "Exactly, dare to ask the official?"

The blond-haired and blue-eyed man smiled, took out a pasted letter from his pocket, handed it to Xiuniang, and said, "My master ordered me to give it to Mr. Song, please pass it on to me."

Xiu Niang accepted it politely, only to see a few words written on the envelope in a bold and powerful font: Mr. Song himself.

Li Hansu is a young lady from a scholarly family. Xiuniang follows her own lady and has a certain appreciation for calligraphy. It can be seen at a glance that although this calligraphy is not very good, it is definitely practiced and worked hard. The people who are in love have a bit of a good impression. After all, the businessman can still calm down and study calligraphy, so it can be seen that he is not the kind of person who is full of money.

After receiving the letter, Xiu Niang invited the man to come in for a sit down, but the man refused, saying that he wanted to go back and return to his orders, so he left quickly.

Xiu Niang took the letter and entered the room, and Song Zhi asked, "Xiu Niang, who is outside?"

Xiu Niang handed him the letter: "A foreigner I don't know said that I have a letter for you."

"Foreigner?" Song Zhi was puzzled, she took the letter to read, and was stunned when she saw the five words on the cover.

Xiu Niang could only see Song Zhi's eyes suddenly changed, and her fingertips caressed those words, every micro-expression revealed nostalgia.

"Thank you, Xiuniang." Song Zhi didn't open the letter in front of Xiuniang, she raised her head and said something with a smile, and went into the house with the letter.

It's just that after entering the house, the hand holding the door frame trembled when the door was closed.

Song Zhi turned around, leaning her back against the door, and took a soft and deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but it was useless.

Song Zhi lowered her head and looked at the envelope, feeling that her vision was a little blurred.

He came back and wrote to himself.

He must be missing me.

Song Zhi's hands trembled slightly, and she carefully opened the envelope, revealing a thin piece of paper underneath, with only one line of poetry inside.

"Thinking of you makes you old, and the years are suddenly too late."

Song Zhi's nose was slightly sour, and she suddenly felt that it was a stupid idea to stay at home and not return to the Meng Mansion just because she was afraid that Xiu Niang might suspect something.

Between them, it is hard to expect a long moment of love, and sooner or later they will be separated, and they are still timid, so what's the point?

Holding the letter paper in her hand, Song Zhi felt that the ten words seemed to weigh heavily on his heart, and he couldn't breathe.Song Zhi carefully folded the letter and put it back in the envelope.

Xiu Niang knocked on the door outside: "Master, do you want to go out?"

Hearing Xiu Niang's question, Song Zhi suddenly realized that Xiu Niang was not an ignorant woman, she was very smart, and it was impossible for her to be kept in the dark, knowing that it would be a matter of time.

Song Zhi took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, cleared her throat, turned around, opened the door, and smiled at Xiu Niang: "Xi Niang knows me best, do you want me go out."

Xiu Niang looked at Song Zhi's expression, but didn't see too many flaws. She glanced at the envelope and secretly guessed who sent Song Zhi this letter.

Song Zhi seemed to know what Xiu Niang was thinking, and waved the envelope: "Xiu Niang, this is a letter from a customer, saying that he has returned to Beijing, and asked me to go back as soon as possible."

Xiu Niang nodded, as if she believed it: "Then just go, Young Master, it's fine for Xiu Niang to be alone at home."

Song Zhi nodded, she wanted to leave now, but she was afraid that Xiu Niang would look too eager, but after thinking about it, she was eager, he was already eager, and if he was afraid, he wouldn't have to go back.

"Xiu Niang," Song Zhi said after thinking about it, "I'm going to clean up, and I'm leaving now."

Xiu Niang was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything, she thought: "It seems that I really went to see my sweetheart."

Song Zhi simply tidied up.In fact, there is nothing to tidy up, Meng Mansion has all the things he needs daily, clothes, books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Carrying a small package on her back, Song Zhi hurriedly said goodbye to Xiu Niang, and went to Meng Mansion.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the alley, I saw a carriage.Lian'er was waiting in front of the carriage, seeing Song Zhi approaching, her eyes lit up, she happily wished him a blessing, and said, "Mr. is here!"

Song Zhi was still a little confused: "The young master sent you here?"

Lian'er covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Who says it's not, besides the young master, who else?"

Zeno said from the side: "Okay, okay, let's talk when we have something to say, don't whine, get in the carriage!"

Song Zhi was in a good mood, and didn't care about it with Qino, and got into the carriage with a salute behind her back.

I don't know if it was because Song Zhi was too anxious, or because of something else, but I always felt that the carriage was moving very slowly.Song Zhi was too embarrassed to urge her, so she had to let her go forward slowly. When she arrived at Meng Huan's mansion, without anyone reminding her, Song Zhi got up quickly, jumped out of the carriage, and hurried to Meng Huan's room.

The road from the gate to Meng Huan's room was very familiar, and Song Zhi could not make a mistake with her eyes closed. She passed through the courtyard like the wind, and when she reached the door, Song Zhi became a little nervous again.

Fortunately, the people in the house heard his footsteps and opened the door on their own initiative.

Without the barrier of the door, the longing of three months finally fell to the ground. Song Zhi looked at Meng Huan who was close at hand, panting heavily, while thinking: He seems to be thinner and darker.

Meng Huan originally had wheat-colored skin, which looked healthy and strong, but now it turned into a dark wheat-colored skin. The sun is very strong, right?

The lines of the face looked very sharp, and it was also tainted with the murderous and hostile aura in the raging flames of war.

Song Zhi could imagine the cruelty of the battlefield just by looking at this face.

Meng Huan also felt that Song Zhi had lost weight, her face was a little pale, just looking at it made her heart ache like a pinprick.

"You're back." It was Song Zhi who spoke first, but her voice was choked with sobs.

"Well, I'm back." Meng Huan agreed.

Meng Huan held Song Zhi's hand and led her into the house, closing the door at the same time.

Squeezing Song Zhi's wrist, the wrist bone was almost broken, Meng Huan frowned slightly: "Why did you lose so much weight?"

Song Zhi felt aggrieved when she heard it, and said to herself: Who told you to leave without saying goodbye?He leaned over to hug Meng Huan, buried his head on Meng Huan's shoulder, and said sullenly: "Think of what you think."

Meng Huan's heart ached.

"I'm sorry." Meng Huan hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, "It's my fault."

Song Zhi bit Meng Huan's shoulder through the cloth, pretending to be vicious and said: "Don't do this again!"

Meng Huan felt distressed and funny at the same time, but felt that this person was getting cuter and cuter, so he pinched Song Zhi's back neck: "Let go, puppy, if you bite again, you will bleed."

Song Zhi let go, and tilted her head to kiss the side of his neck again. It was just a light touch, and her soft lips touched the sensitive neck skin.

Meng Huan squeezed Song Zhi's chin, lifted his face, and found that the boy's eyes were red: "I haven't seen you for three months, and I'm getting bolder."

Song Zhi blushed a little, and whispered, "I miss you."

Meng Huan suffocated slightly, lowered his head and kissed Song Zhi's lips, and replied in a hoarse voice, "I miss you too...I miss you so much that I have to go to war, I just want to come back and be with you."

Song Zhi touched his face and asked, "Are you injured?"

Meng Huan looked into his eyes with a soft smile, and shook his head lightly: "No, I'm not hurt."

Song Zhi didn't believe it: "A sword has no eyes, how can it not be injured?"

Meng Huan rubbed the soft flesh on his waist, and said in a low voice, "Who am I, your general? I am the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty. How can I be so easily injured?"

"If you don't believe me, just check it yourself."

The implication of this sentence was so obvious that Song Zhi immediately blushed.

Meng Huan kissed him, picked him up horizontally, walked quickly into the room, bent down, and gently put him on the bed.

Song Zhi's voice was soft: "It's still daytime..."

While undoing his clothes, Meng Huan said hastily: "What about the daytime? No one is here."

Song Zhi didn't intend to refuse at first, she blushed a little, and let Meng Huan make his move.

The curtains hang down, the outside of the house is full of spring scenery, and the inside of the house is full of beauty.

The hoarse and subdued murmurs that came out of the room from time to time were all melted into the spring light, into the chirping of orioles and magpies.

Apricot blossoms, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and crabapple flowers compete for beauty, red, yellow, and pink, butterflies of various colors compete with the flowers, and bees buzz.

Since it's spring, it's time to do something that suits the occasion.

By the time everything was over, it was already afternoon.

Song Zhi lay lazily on the bed, touched her stomach, and said, "I'm hungry."

I didn't even eat lunch, and I was tossed about by someone for a long time.

The stomach growled in unison.

Meng Huan played with his hair, almost didn't laugh, kissed his forehead, and said softly: "Then order someone to prepare a meal for you."

Meng Huan said he wanted to get up, but Song Zhi hooked his neck again and exchanged a deep kiss with him.

Song Zhi's eyes were still full of blush, her lips were crimson, she put her whole body weight on Meng Huan, leaned against him, and said in a low voice: "Zhengnan, in the future... can you not Went out to fight?"

The moment Song Zhi finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly froze. Meng Huan paused, glanced at Song Zhi, and did not answer.

This inexplicable look made Song Zhi a little flustered, and immediately knew that she had said something wrong, so she kissed Meng Huan: "I'm talking nonsense, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Meng Huan stroked Song Zhi's hair, "Lie down for a while, I'll order someone to prepare hot water and food, clean it up first, and then eat."

Song Zhi nodded obediently: "Okay."

When Meng Huan went out, Song Zhi pulled up the quilt and wrapped herself up. After Meng Huan left, she felt a little cold for no reason.

Song Zhi looked at the direction where Meng Huan left, just now Meng Huan's look at him was played back in his mind, and played back again.

To be honest, Meng Huan looked at him much more harshly than this, but it was this faint look that made Song Zhipin feel uneasy.

Song Zhi couldn't help thinking, did she say something wrong?

What's so good about fighting?

Once there is a war, people will die, the blood of soldiers will stain the battlefield red, and the people will be displaced.

As a general, Meng Huan may seldom face life and death directly compared to ordinary soldiers, but there are still risks.

Besides, Dayuan is so powerful now, why do they have to fight everywhere?Guarding this vast country, isn't it good?

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Note: The sentence "Thinking of the Lord makes you old" comes from the nineteen ancient poems "Walk and Walk Again".