Southerners

Yes, when it was over, who could he blame but himself?

He is too greedy.

"Xiuniang, drink the medicine." Song Zhi brought the medicine spoon to Xiuniang's mouth, "We will wait for Xiuniang to recover from her injuries."

Xiu Niang held Song Zhi's hand, the hand in the palm was slender, slender, but cold.In order to take care of Xiuniang these few days, Song Zhi hardly closed her eyes, her eyes were bloodshot, and the fundus of her eyes was black and blue, making her look extremely haggard.

Such Song Zhi made Xiu Niang a little distressed.

"I'll do it myself," Xiu Niang said.

Song Zhi insisted: "In the past, Xiuniang took care of me, let me take care of Xiuniang today."

Xiu Niang's lips curved slightly, and she gave a slightly weak smile: "How can it be the same, Xiu Niang is a servant, and it is only natural to take care of the young master."

"Xiu Niang," Song Zhi interrupted her, "You should know that I have never treated you as a servant. In my heart, you are equivalent to my mother."

"Xiu Niang is Song Zhi's last relative, if you commit suicide in front of me in this way..." Song Zhi held Xiu Niang's hand instead, "Your name is Song Zhi, what face do you have to live in this world?"

"Drink the medicine, don't talk about it." Song Zhi said.

This time Xiu Niang didn't refuse again.

After Song Zhi finished feeding the medicine, Xiuniang felt sleepy again and had a headache, so Song Zhi helped her to lie down and continue to rest.

When Xiu Niang fell asleep, Song Zhi sat beside her bed in a daze.

His mind seemed to be empty, something was boiling, burning, constantly pounding his heart, but Song Zhi hardly dared to think about those things.

What will happen to Meng Huan?

Is Meng Huan looking for him?

A series of questions were pressed in the bottom of her heart, so that Song Zhi didn't even dare to think about it, and it hurt extremely when she touched it.

He was the one who pushed him away.

He clearly promised to accompany him for a few more years, but he broke his promise.

Exhausted, Song Zhi was lying on the bedside, feeling that he had never been so tired before. He hadn't slept well for several days, and every time he wanted to sleep, he would wake up from his dream.

Meng Huan in the dream grabbed his collar, stared at him coldly and asked why.

why?

There are not so many reasons in this world. If you really look into it, it is probably that he is from the Song Dynasty and he is from the Yuan Dynasty.

It was still the same today, Song Zhi felt as if she had woken up in a dream, suddenly many people hid in the usually deserted courtyard, full of evil spirits, and the one in the center was Meng Huan, with the same expression as in previous dreams.

Song Zhi only raised her eyes for a glance, but she didn't want to look any more. She lowered her head, but who knew that this angered the person opposite. She stepped forward a few steps, lifted Song Zhi up, and asked, "It's okay to see me." Is it easy to say?"

This feeling was so real, Song Zhi suddenly woke up, it turned out that this was not a dream, it was Meng Huan who really came here.

It's only been a few days?

Song Zhi and Meng Huan looked at each other, then quickly lowered their eyes, the meaning in those eyes was too deep and strong, Song Zhi couldn't bear it.

"Dare to run, dare not look at me?" Meng Huan asked him.

Song Zhi closed her eyes, her voice trembling slightly: "The jade pendant... I have already returned it to you."

Meng Huan sneered: "If you want it, you can pay it back. Do you think it's that easy?"

Song Zhi opened her eyes and looked at him, her body trembling slightly under Meng Huan's hands: "...Then, what do you want?"

Song Zhi's hand touched Meng Huan's hand that was holding onto his shoulder, and gently pushed it away, but she couldn't move, so she whispered, "Let's stop here... okay?"

"Not good." Meng Huan said, "Not long ago, how did you promise me?"

Meng Huan stopped talking nonsense with Song Zhi, hugged her in his arms, and said to his subordinates: "Take that woman away too."

Song Zhi panicked and struggled hard: "No...you can't hurt her!"

Meng Huan didn't speak, he raised his hand and picked him up like a child. Meng Huan patted his buttocks and said coldly, "You'd better be quiet, or you will be at your own risk."

Song Zhi knew that Meng Huan would come, but she didn't expect it to be so fast, so she just repeated in Meng Huan's ear: "You can't hurt Xiuniang..."

"Xiu Niang is innocent, she..."

"Shut up!" Meng Huan shouted, carried him onto the horse, locked him in his arms and sat down.

Meng Huan bowed his head and whispered in his ear, "Why is she innocent?"

"If it wasn't for her, why would you run away from me over and over again?"

"I'm sorry..." Song Zhi begged, "I'm sorry for you, I can do anything..."

"Please, Zhengnan...don't hurt Xiuniang."

Meng Huan laughed lowly behind him, the laughter was cold and frightening: "Now there is no room for you to beg me."

As Meng Huan said, he stretched his hand under the hem of his clothes, pinching Song Zhi's place, causing Song Zhi's body to tremble, facing the surprised or curious eyes of passers-by on the side of the road, Song Zhi's face turned pale little by little.

Meng Huan really didn't leave him any leeway.

Meng Huan still bowed his head, and asked as if blowing in his ear: "How is it? Are you comfortable?"

"Your body... seems to miss me."

Song Zhi clenched her sleeves in her hands, lowered her head, bit her lip, and did not dare to move.

After finally arriving at the Meng Mansion, Song Zhi was already sweating profusely, and was carried off the carriage by Meng Huan and into her bedroom.

The familiar scene, the last time he planned to leave with Zhang Hui, was caught by Meng Huan, it was also the same scene.

Song Zhi lay on her back on the bed with messy clothes, unwilling to give Meng Huan any reaction, but her body seemed to be familiar with his touch, extremely sensitive.

Meng Huan's actions were very rough, and he showed no mercy at all. Seeing Song Zhi covering her face with her thin white fingers, with transparent tears flowing from between her fingers, Meng Huan felt a flame in his chest, which was burning painfully and annoyed. , and hate.

Extreme love breeds hatred, that's about it.

While Meng Huan moved more roughly, he forcefully pulled Song Zhi's hand away and pushed it aside.

Meng Huan looked at him coldly and said, "Open your eyes."

The strength increased, forcing Song Zhi to open her eyes with tears in her eyes, but when she lowered her eyes, she saw the scars on Meng Huan's waist and abdomen, and she felt terrified.

"How can there be such a cruel person in the world?" Meng Huan asked him in a low voice while smoothing the sweaty hair on his forehead.

heartless?

Who is more cruel than whom?

Since ancient times, love and friendship have been difficult to balance, and Song Zhi stood at the crossroads of love and justice, and there was always a choice.

Song Zhi didn't know when she fell asleep, or fell into a coma, half asleep, half awake, floating up and down, as if she saw Xiu Niang kneeling in front of him with blood all over her head, calling out to young master.

It seems to have seen the spring rain on the Pujiang River six years ago.

Or, the crabapple flowers blooming in Lin'an's home when I was young.

What a beautiful memory that was... But when the gunfire ignited, there was only endless darkness, blood, the crying and screaming of women and children, ringing in Song Zhi's ears like a curse.

pain.

Song Zhi only had this feeling.

But where does it hurt?Song Zhi couldn't tell, her whole body ached from the inside to the outside, the most painful thing was the throbbing organ in her chest.

Song Zhi opened her eyes and found that there was no one around her, and he was lying on Meng Huan's bed in a mess.

Song Zhi covered her body with the quilt so that no one could see her, but she stared blankly at the void, thinking that this might be the punishment given to him by the heavens.

Someone was talking outside the door, and Song Zhi vaguely heard the voice of Qino, who was about to say something like "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different", and finally asked, "Why should the young master keep him?"

It was Meng Huan who spoke to Qinuo, but Song Zhi didn't hear his voice for a long time, and didn't answer Qinuo.

People who are not of my race must have a different heart, and these words are really suitable for him.

Song Zhi closed her eyes, not knowing whether it was day or night, today or night.

All I know is that he and Meng Huan are completely over so far.

I just don't know how Xiuniang is now, will Meng Huan kill her?

Song Zhi thought about it quietly, and suddenly found that she was not as restless as she was at the beginning.

If Meng Huan killed Xiu Niang, then he would not live.

Meng Huan didn't come in after all, stood at the door for a while, then left, and Song Zhi fell asleep again.

At night, I started coughing, had a fever, and couldn't sleep all night.

Meng Huan did not sleep with him, but stayed in the study all night.

This made Song Zhi slightly relieved, he really didn't want to see Meng Huan now.

The next day, when Meng Huan came back from the Privy Council, he had time to return to his room to take a look at Song Zhi. Song Zhi was coughing like a tuberculosis patient, so Meng Huan read the official document and called Pei Ya to come over and treat Song Zhi.

Song Zhi knew that until now, she had nothing to be ashamed of, so she lowered her eyes silently, allowing Pei Ya to take a panoramic view of the bruises on his neck.

Of course, Dr. Pei has noble medical ethics, he never looks around, and his eyes are so steady that there is no ripple.

When Pei Ya left, there were only two people left in the room.

Song Zhi didn't look at Meng Huan, and asked hoarsely, "Where's Xiu Niang?"

Meng Huan paused, and turned his head to look at the person on the bed: "Now, you should be more concerned about your own safety, Song Zilan."

"Where's Xiu Niang?" Song Zhi asked again.

Meng Huan: "What do you think, what should happen to a person like her?"

Song Zhi's eyes finally turned, and she came to look at Meng Huan: "If Xiuniang dies, I will never live alone."

It is a relatively calm tone, but it is precisely because of this that people dare not doubt the authenticity of the words.

Meng Huan frowned a little irritably, and said mercilessly: "You can try to see if you are qualified to commit suicide under my hands."

Song Zhi pursed her lips, and a slightly mocking smile slowly curled up around her lips, she didn't know who she was laughing at.

"Xiuniang is still alive." Song Zhi said firmly, "You didn't kill her."

Meng Huan glanced at Song Zhi: "Since you know me so well, you shouldn't do such useless efforts. Escape, can you escape?"

Song Zhi was silent.

Meng Huan stepped forward to tuck the corner of the quilt for him, lowered his head and kissed Song Zhi's lips, but Song Zhi turned her head away, and Meng Huan's kiss landed on the side of his face.

He was not annoyed, and said: "You haven't had a good rest these days, your body is so weak, you should eat more in the future, I will ask the kitchen to make some medicinal food for your body, you eat obediently, don't play your temper."

Song Zhi didn't respond.

Meng Huan then stood up and walked out without looking back: "You can take care of it here, don't try to run away again."

Starting from Tongling eight years ago was an escape, and now starting from the Meng Mansion is also an escape. The reasons are different, but it also makes people unable to see tomorrow.