Southerners

Seeing Hu Duhu walking straight into his bedroom, Meng Huan felt a little uneasy when he knew that the matter had been revealed. This was not within his plan.His eyes swept over the woman who had climbed up to Huduhu, and he was slightly cold, probably this woman revealed it to Huduhu, but now is not the time to settle accounts.

Quickly followed up, stopped Hu Duhu, still trying to calm down, said with a smile: "Brother Ai Chi, whose slander did you listen to?"

"Slander?" Hu Duhu pushed Meng Huan who was standing in front of him away, "You just need to teach me to go to your room and take a look, then you will know if it is slander or not."

Meng Huan looked a little embarrassed, and grabbed Hu Duhu's arm: "Brother Ai Chi, this..."

"What?" Kuduhu glanced at him coldly, "You're right, so you're guilty?"

"I have nothing to be guilty of," Meng Huan smiled, and finally lowered his eyes, unable to refute, so he had to plead in a low voice, "It's just...he is just an ordinary scholar, please don't make things difficult for him... ..."

"Scholar?" Hu Duhu sneered, and said while striding forward, "I don't know, there are such seductive scholars in this world! What kind of books does he read?"

After Hu Duhu finished speaking, he had already walked to the door of Meng Huan's room.

Seeing Hu Duhu coming, the maids in front of the door, Du Fu got down, and said in unison: "I have seen the master."

"Open the door!" Kuduhu waved his hand angrily.

A group of servant girls looked at Meng Huan at a loss when they saw Hu Duhu's face full of lawsuits. Meng Huan couldn't resist his father clearly, so he nodded and signaled them to open the door.

Only then did the maids open the door, and Hu Duhu looked back at Meng Huan, and snorted coldly, "The people in your house are very nice!" He strode in.

Entering from the porch, looking up after going around the screen, Meng Huan saw Song Zhizheng sitting at the table, holding a volume of book in his slender, slender fingers like jade. He got down, propped up one hand, and looked at the book quietly with his dark eyes.

The morning light came in through the window, making Song Zhi's fair skin almost transparent.

Song Zhizao heard the voices outside the door, including what Huduhu said, so her eyes moved, she put down her book, and looked back at Huduhu and Meng Huan at the screen.

It's not that I don't get annoyed, he's charming and seductive, yet someone uses such words to describe him, and this person is also Meng Huan's father.The word humiliation alone is not enough to express Song Zhi's emotions.

Meng Huan and Hu Duhu looked very similar, but Meng Huan was still young and had a sharper aura, while Hu Duhu was more calm and calm, not arrogant, just looking at Song Zhi, he felt a sense of oppression.

Song Zhi was not in a panic, she got up and walked in front of the two of them, bowing in a dignified manner, with a tall body, a slender waist bent down, and the large sleeves of the toga slightly moved.

"Song Zilan, who was born late, met the adults and the young master." His voice was like jade.

After Song Zhi finished his salute, Hu Duhu didn't let him get up, so he looked at him coldly and scrutinized him carefully.

At first glance, he looks like a jade-like young man, unlike those male whores who wait for Israel to seduce people by seductive means.

Taking a closer look, one can see that he has clear and handsome features, is elegant and picturesque, has a calm and elegant demeanor, and speaks neither humble nor overbearing, no wonder Meng Huan likes it.

Song Zhi lowered her eyes, under the thick eyelashes, the expression in her eyes was a little unclear, but it was clearly embarrassing.

All his life, Hu Duhu hated weak Han people the most. Looking at Song Zhi's thin body, he might be panting after taking two steps.

Turning his eyes, he looked at Meng Huan: "The man you're talking about is him?"

Male favorite?Song Zhi's eyelashes moved slightly, she raised her eyes to look at Meng Huan, then quickly lowered her eyes... Also, if it's not a male favorite, what is it?

Meng Huan felt that he had lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot. If he had known that he would be exposed, he would not say anything about male pets, and it made Song Zhi angry for no reason.Seeing that although Song Zhi seemed to be calm, her eyes were a bit sad, and Meng Huan had a headache, how could he be coaxed...

But at the same time, he was annoyed that Song Zhi acted so ignorantly that yesterday he made Hu Duhu suspicious.

When Meng Huan hesitated, Hu Duhu got the answer by himself, turned around and sat down at the table beside him, nodded to Song Zhi, and said, "Come and pour me a cup of tea."

Song Zhi replied "Yes", walked up to Hu Duhu, and poured him a cup of tea.

"My lord, please." Song Zhi handed him the tea with both hands, and Hu Duhu took it, Song Zhi took a step back and dropped her hands to the side.

However, Hu Duhu took the tea, but he didn't drink it. He was playing with the exquisite porcelain cup in his hand, but his eyes were still on Song Zhi.

"I heard that the two concubines who were favored by the mansion are gone because of him?" Ku Du Hu pointed at Song Zhi with his chin and asked Meng Huan.

"No, Brother Ai Chi," Meng Huan explained, "It's because of other things, which have nothing to do with Zi Lan."

"I heard that you only spoil him in the mansion now, and you don't even go anywhere else?"

This was the truth, and Meng Huan couldn't refute it.

"In order to prevent him from being discovered by me, you have been hiding him in the house for the past few days?"

Every time Hu Duhu said something, Song Zhi's face turned paler.

"Brother Ai Chi, this..."

"Really?" Kuduhu interrupted him.

Meng Huan said: "Of course not. He was not allowed to go out because he did something wrong and punished him."

Hu Duhu didn't ask what he did wrong, tapped his fingers on the table, hooked his fingers to Song Zhi: "Come here."

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, and walked over obediently. Before he could stand still, Hu Duhu stood up and kicked him to the ground.

Hu Duhu's kick was not as powerful as Meng Huan's when he struck Song Zhi. Song Zhi was kicked in the chest, and suddenly fell a foot away, hitting the wall before stopping.He had never been hit so hard before, his face turned pale from the pain, he covered his chest with his hands, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Brother Ai Chi!" Startled, Meng Huan rushed forward and hugged Song Zhi in his arms, while helping Song Zhi wipe off the cold sweat from her forehead, he asked in a distressed voice, "Zi Lan, how are you? "

Song Zhi pursed her lips into a line, patted Meng Huan's hand away, suppressed the pain, and replied in a low voice, "I can't die for the time being."

Hu Duhu seemed determined to kill Song Zhi, exerted strength in his hand, and the porcelain cup flew towards Song Zhi's forehead, and it was about to hit Song Zhi, so he stretched out a hand out of thin air, and stopped the cup halfway .

Naturally it was Meng Huan.

The undrinked hot tea in the cup spilled out, scalding Meng Huan's hand, and the rest spilled on Song Zhi's lapel.

Although Meng Huan's hand was burned red, he didn't care about himself at all, and asked Song Zhi repeatedly: "Are you burned?"

After all, Song Zhi was separated by a layer of clothing, which was a little hot, but not burned. He looked up at Meng Huan's red hand, bit his lip, pushed Meng Huan away, and said, "I'm fine."

"Don't lose your temper with me right now," Meng Huan whispered to him, then turned to Hu Duhu and said, "Brother Ai Chi, don't hurt him."

Hu Duhu sneered: "Don't hurt him, watch you continue to be confused by him?"

"What confusion?" Meng Huan frowned, "What did that woman say to you?"

"No confusion? Look at you now," Hu Duhu pointed at Meng Huan, with a hint of hatred for iron and steel, "For a male favorite, you have learned to deceive me and learn how to hide your beauty in a golden house! How dare you say no?" confuse?"

"I'll tell you Hazier," Hu Duhu pointed at Song Zhi, "I'm going to kill this seductive scholar today, if you dare to stop me, I'll beat you too!"

Meng Huan was also angry, hugging Song Zhi tightly and not letting go, said in a deep voice: "Brother Ai Chi, I will never allow...anyone to hurt him."

Hu Duhu was so enraged by Meng Huan's rebellious words, he was about to curse, but Song Zhi suddenly spoke, and said softly: "Young master, please let me go, Song Zilan is a boy, what can you do? Is it worthy of your protection?"

"Zi Lan!" Meng Huan became anxious, "You know I'm not..."

"What isn't it?" Song Zhi asked back, looking up at him, those obsidian-like eyes contained unspeakable pain, "Why did you hurt the feelings of your father and son for me?"

Meng Huan's brain became hot, he suddenly grabbed Song Zhi's collar, and asked in a low voice: "Did you do it on purpose, didn't you, you did it on purpose!"

"You just want to run away from me on purpose...that's why you're like this, right?!"

Meng Huan's voice was quick and angry, mixed with panic and hatred.

"Song Zilan, how could you, how could you be like this..."

Song Zhi lowered her eyes, on her thin face, the eyes were so calm and deep that people couldn't understand them.

"Yes, I did it on purpose," he said.

Hearing these words suddenly, Meng Huan's eyes turned red with anger. He thought hard and only asked him to stay, but he didn't expect that Song Zhi was planning to leave even if he would pay the price with his life.

"Why?" Meng Huan asked through gritted teeth.

Song Zhi lowered her eyes: "The reason... I have already told you, young master."

Hu Duhu didn't understand what was going on between these two people, so he sneered and said to Meng Huan: "Hazier, look, he knows current affairs better than you."

"I promise you, if you are willing to leave voluntarily, I can spare your life."

Seeing that Song Zhi was about to agree, Meng Huan covered his mouth, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I won't let you get what you want, Song Zilan."

"You don't want to leave me."

Meng Huan's voice was low and sinister, like a poisonous snake, crawling up from the ear, along Song Zhi's skin, cold and slippery.

Song Zhi didn't doubt that Meng Huan could do it, but he suddenly couldn't understand why Meng Huan was so persistent. He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be locked by that poisonous snake, and he couldn't make a sound.

Song Zhi looked at Meng Huan, and her eyes became hot little by little. He was afraid that he would cry, so he turned his eyes away suddenly, and refused to look at Meng Huan again.

But Meng Huan had already stood up, posing a challenge to Hu Duhu.

"Brother Ai Chi," Meng Huan said respectfully but forcefully, "If you want to kill him, pass me first."

Hu Duhu's eyes were gloomy, he didn't expect his son to challenge him for a mere male favorite.There is nothing wrong with the discussion between father and son, but it should not be for a lowly male favorite.

"Okay! Hazier," Kuduhu was completely irritated, "Since you insist on protecting him, let me see how you have grown in the past few years!"

"Bring my saber!" Kuduhu ordered to the soldiers outside the house.

He gave Meng Huan a cold look again: "Since it's a competition, let's come to the martial arts arena."

Meng Huan was also rushing the ducks to the shelves, maybe in a few years he would be able to beat Huduhu, but now he was not sure.

When Meng Huan turned around to leave, he glanced back, intending to warn Song Zhi, but saw Song Zhi was also looking up at him, her eyes full of worry.

Meng Huan's heart softened, he squatted down, hugged Song Zhi in his arms, kissed his forehead once, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, I'm fine, and you will be fine, I will protect you."

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