Southerners

In early March, driving is paramount.

His Majesty the Emperor took His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to the capital.

Meng Huan took Song Zhi for a walk while the spring flowers were still there, catching the tail of spring.

After a few days of unhappiness, there was another bandit in Xinhui County. The leader of the bandit was Lin Guifang, and his pseudonym was Luo Pingguo.

After Song Zhi heard the news, she asked more questions, which made Meng Huan very uncomfortable. As they talked, they quarreled, neither of them willing to give in to each other.

Lian'er stood outside the door tremblingly, covering her ears and not daring to listen, the two people inside were arguing.

"Why are you always so interested in these rebellious officials and thieves?" Meng Huan said angrily.

"Rebellious officials and thieves?" Song Zhi said, "What are rebellious officials and thieves? As long as they don't submit to your Dayuan, are they all rebellious officials and thieves?"

Meng Huan was incredulous: "Otherwise?"

Song Zhi laughed angrily: "What about me, I don't submit to you Dayuan, I am also a traitor, why didn't you arrest me and hand it over to your emperor?..."

"Song Zilan!" Meng Huan interrupted him, his chest heaving with anger, pointing at Song Zhi, wanting to say something, but he swallowed the words, and gritted his teeth,

"...Can't you just be quiet and stop being so stubborn?"

Song Zhi sneered: "Did you know me on the first day?"

Meng Huan's temples twitched and he stood up, unable to hold back his anger.

"I thought... After a long time, you will naturally accept it slowly."

"Then you think you are wrong." Song Zhi said expressionlessly, "In my life, I will never accept it, and I will never accept Yuan Ting."

"Then what do you want?" Meng Huan asked back, "Do you still want to restore the country?"

"The Song court is weak and incompetent, the court is corrupt, and the ministers and the royal family only care about their own enjoyment. According to you Song people, the demise of such a royal family should follow the way of heaven. Do you want to go against the way of heaven?"

"The way of heaven?" Song Zhi sneered, "Do you think your Yuan court can represent the way of heaven?"

"I can't," Meng Huan grabbed Song Zhi's wrist, pushed him onto the table, and stared into Song Zhi's eyes, "But Song is already dead, what else do you want?"

Song Zhi frowned, and struggled with her wrist, unable to free herself.

"You hurt me!" Song Zhi shouted.

"Are you still afraid of pain?" Meng Huan said, "I thought you were not afraid of anything, but based on what you said, if it spreads out, ten times of death would not be enough!"

"Then hand me over. I'm a powerless commoner. Isn't it easy for you dignitaries to want my life?"

Meng Huan stared at Song Zhi, but didn't answer for a while, but his eyes were terribly cold, like a furious lion and tiger, brewing anger and about to pounce on the enemy in the next moment, the force in his hand became heavier and heavier, Song Zhi only felt that her wrist was about to be pinched, but she gritted her teeth and refused to admit defeat.

The two of them stared at each other for a long while, only to hear Meng Huan say: "Song Zilan, your life is mine."

The voice was low and slow, word by word, announcing the ownership of Song Zhi.

"If I don't allow you to die, you can't die."

Song Zhi was enraged: "So you can unscrupulously ask me to betray my country?"

"Family country?" Meng Huan said softly, his tone contemptuous and disdainful, "Those are just a few rebels."

He let go of his hand quickly, stood up, and said coldly: "I'm going to ask for orders to find the thief now."

"I want you to know how incompetent these rats who only make trouble occasionally and take the common people's swords are unable to do anything for you Song Dynasty."

He glanced at Song Zhi, "You stay in the mansion for me, and you are not allowed to go anywhere until I come back."

Crusade against rebels is definitely not a matter of a day or two, isn't this equivalent to putting Song Zhi under house arrest?It wasn't too long, Song Zhi couldn't rely on it, and immediately exploded: "No, why do you lock me up?"

Meng Huan glanced at Song Zhi, but didn't speak, why?There is no reason for these three words in his heart, he thought, so he did it.

He used to pamper Song Zhi, spoil him, spoil him, even if he let go of a basket as big as Chen Diaohua, he would help him to bear it.But this does not mean that Song Zhi can be unscrupulous.Meng Huan originally thought that if he got along slowly like this, Song Zhineng would slowly accept Yuan Ting, and no matter how bad he was, he would be able to accept him.But reality slapped me in the face.

From Chen Diaoyan, to Chen Diaohua, to Wen Tianxiang, and then to Lin Guifang.

Every time those rebels make trouble, Song Zhi cares about it like something.This made Meng Huan gradually unbearable.

Meng Huan strode out, stopped at the door, and said to the maid at the door: "Take care of him, I will send two more guards, and on the day I leave, he is not allowed to leave the Meng residence."

"Yes." The two maidservants and Lian Er knelt together.

Song Zhi was in a hurry, and hurriedly chased him out.

"You can't do this! Why do you treat me like this?"

"Sir," the three maidservants hurriedly stopped Song Zhi, "Don't make things difficult for us."

"Let go!" Song Zhi was a big man anyway, and immediately pushed one of the maidservants to the ground with her hand, "Meng Zhengnan! Stop!"

Meng Huan didn't stop walking.

"Meng Huan!" Song Zhi chased after him, yelling through gritted teeth.

The other maidservant and Lian Er were frightened, Song Zhi called Meng Huan by name directly, and did not dare to go forward for a while.

Meng Huan stopped, turned around, looked at Song Zhi, and said, "Do you think the mansion can't accommodate you? Then you can stay in your room."

"Why?" Song Zhi said angrily, "What right do you have to lock me up?"

"If I want to leave, I can leave. If I want to go back to Xingshun Hutong, I can go back to Xingshun Hutong. Why should I listen to you?"

"Song Zilan." Meng Huan suddenly lowered his voice and called out. He raised his hand and clasped the back of Song Zhi's neck with great force.

Song Zhi was taken aback, and quickly backed away, trying to avoid Meng Huan's hand, after all, their force values ​​were not at the same level.

But he couldn't escape, Meng Huan clasped the back of his neck with one hand, and put his arm around his waist with the other. With all his strength, he locked Song Zhi in his arms.

"Leave if you want?"

"I tell you, I won't let you go." Meng Huan whispered.

Song Zhi's wrist was still aching, and he felt that the words were ridiculous and ridiculous, but Meng Huan's eyes made him feel that something was wrong, so he pushed Meng Huan vigorously.

"You let me go... um!"

Song Zhi didn't finish her sentence, and the rest of her words were blocked by Meng Huan's sudden kiss.

Song Zhideng's eyes widened and she slapped Meng Huan desperately.

They are in the yard, and there are so many servants watching!

Although the people in the mansion already knew about the relationship between Meng Huan and Song Zhi, it was the first time they saw the two openly doing such an intimate thing. Seeing nothing—they still want eyes, after all.

"Well……!"

Although Song Zhi struggled hard, she couldn't break away from Meng Huan's embrace. Meng Huan kissed very hard, as if wanting to eat Song Zhi into his stomach, his aggression and possessiveness expanded to the maximum, and he crazily kissed Song Zhi's mouth. As Li opened up the territory and expanded the territory, Song Zhi was quickly kissed so badly that she almost couldn't breathe, so she bit Meng Huan's tongue hard.

The smell of blood spread immediately.

Song Zhi suddenly panicked.

Meng Huan paused, stepped back slightly, looked at Song Zhi with a sneer, and whispered, "Are you going to bite?"

When Song Zhi finally managed to catch her breath, she was gasping for breath, and when she heard the words, she retorted: "Who told you to make trouble first?"

"I made trouble for no reason?" Meng Huan smiled lowly, inexplicably making people's scalp tingle, "Believe it or not, I can still make trouble for no reason?"

Meng Huan's tone was too dangerous, and the actions of the two of them were too intimate. Song Zhi was at an absolute disadvantage, so she didn't confront him head-on, and reluctantly withdrew her rationality.

"You can't lock me up." Song Zhi said, it doesn't matter to others, this is absolutely not allowed.

"Why?" Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi was puzzled: "Why do you imprison me, I'm not your subordinate, nor a prisoner!"

Meng Huan let out a "hum", and said it as a matter of course: "I said, you are mine, so you can't leave."

"In Xingshun Hutong, I don't think it's suitable for you to get in touch with Xiuniang anymore. She has been misleading you."

Xiuniang repeatedly intervened between Meng Huan and Song Zhi, and Song Zhi always refused to get close to him because she cared about Xiuniang.This time when he came back from the expedition, he originally wanted to see Song Zhi immediately, but after two months in Yixi Buxue, he thought he was going crazy, but who knew that after returning, this person would talk to him a lot, refused to come back to see him.

These are all because of Xiu Niang.

Meng Huan had been putting up with her for a long time, and he could no longer bear it.This time he went to attack Lin Guifang, and Song Zhi returned to Xingshun Hutong for a while, so what might happen.

Xiuniang means a lot to Song Zhi, Meng Huan's words can be said to have touched Song Zhi's rebellion.

"Meng Zhengnan, if you dare to hurt Xiuniang, I will never let you go!"

Meng Huan has never regarded other people's lives as his own, and willfully kills and seizes them. Song Zhi has already seen this before. When Meng Huan mentioned Xiu Niang, Song Zhi panicked immediately.

"Why do you want to not let me go?" Meng Huan asked back.

"You...!" Song Zhi was furious.

Meng Huan no longer wanted to have these meaningless quarrels with Song Zhi, so he let him go.

"Go back to the house."

Song Zhi didn't listen, and repeated: "You can't lock me up."

Meng Huan straightened his clothes: "Are you going back by yourself, or I'll let someone take you back."

Song Zhi was almost desperate, and Meng Huan was almost unable to communicate at this time, Song Zhi grabbed his hand and stared at him until her eyes turned red, aggrieved and angry.

"How dare you..." Song Zhi said, her words choked with sobs.

Meng Huan caressed the back of Song Zhi's hand with callused palms, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "You see, whether I dare or not."

Of course he dared, Song Zhi thought, what would he not dare to do, the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty?

Song Zhi suddenly felt a little powerless, Xiu Niang was right, the Mongols were cruel and ruthless.

Taking a deep breath, his hand gripped Meng Huan's wrist a little painfully. Song Zhi had already accepted the fact of being under house arrest as if resigned to her fate, and turned to fight for Xiuniang: "You can't hurt Xiuniang."

Meng Huan narrowed his eyes slightly. Except for Song Zhi, how many people would dare to talk to him like that?

"What if you hurt her?"

Song Zhi's eyes were red, and she said word by word: "However you hurt her, I will make you return the same."

Lian'er gasped.

These words... are too bold.

Meng Huan seemed very calm, he broke Song Zhi's hand from his wrist, touched his face, and then leaned in to kiss him.

The skin of the lips was broken, and the kiss was a little painful, but the pain was insignificant at this time, and it even felt insufficient.

"Hey, wait in the mansion for my return." Meng Huan said softly.