Southerners

Song Zilan lowered his eyebrows, refused to look at him, and only said: "Master, why do you..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Huan suddenly let go of him and stood up.

Song Zhi raised her head and saw Meng Huan's temples throbbing faintly, as if she was suppressing her anger: "If you want to say these things, then don't say any more."

Song Zhi frowned, looked at Meng Huan's back and walked out without looking back, getting farther and farther, turned around, and went out through the door, and was no longer seen.His fingers were clenched tightly on the sleeves, and he suddenly released them as if he lost his strength, his shoulders slumped, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and transparent tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, leaving a trail of tears on his fair cheeks , and finally hung on the chin.

But it was just a drop. Soon, Song Zhi suppressed all the complicated emotions, wiped her tears with her sleeves, and stood up from the ground while leaning on the wall. Just now, Hu Duhu kicked him in the chest. A dull pain.

After sorting out her mood and appearance, Song Zhi walked towards the martial arts arena.With such a big event happening today, the maids at the door couldn't care less about Song Zhi, and they all ran to watch the competition between the master and the young master.

That was usually where Meng Huan trained his soldiers and servants, and where they competed.

Song Zhi walked through the carved corridor and walked past a flower field filled with various flowers, all planted by Meng Huan for him.

It is midsummer at this time, and the lilies in the flower field are blooming with a rich fragrance, and the sunflowers are large and large, facing the golden sun with their golden faces, and the purple flowers of evening primrose are blooming in clusters, but only at night will they emit fragrance.

After passing through a circular arch, Song Zhi saw two people on the stage.

Compared with the middle-aged Huduhu, Meng Huan was thinner, so he had more flexibility but less strength.Meng Huan knew his shortcomings, so he seldom confronted Huduhu head-on, but perhaps because of his relationship with Song Zhi, his moves were a little urgent and lost his stability.

Song Zhi didn't know much about kung fu and martial arts, but based on the basic skills he had learned from Meng Huan, he could tell that Meng Huan had the upper hand.

Meng Huan didn't tell him about Kuduhu's return. It was Meng Huan who told him that he felt something strange on the night of Kuduhu's return.

Why not tell him?

Song Zhi didn't need to think about it, Meng Huan didn't want him to think wildly.

But even if he didn't know it in advance, it wouldn't change the story.

Song Zhi knew that Meng Huan was unwilling to accept such an ending, but he thought that it might not be because Meng Huan couldn't let him go, but maybe it was just unwillingness.

The proud son of heaven who has always wanted the wind to get the wind and the rain to get the rain, I am afraid it is difficult to understand that some things are not available to him, so ordinary people can easily understand the truth.

So paranoid, not reconciled, not letting go.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi felt a little bitter, a man's favorite is a man's favorite... What do you want?

…No matter what thoughts Meng Huan had, introducing him to Hu Duhu in this way meant that Meng Huan had no intention of admitting him to Hu Duhu.

So Meng Huan will get married after all.

But isn't this just what I wanted?Song Zhi thought, she wanted to leave a long time ago, and now she can finally leave in a legitimate way, but after two years of getting along, she will be reluctant to part with her.

Song Zhi forced back the tears that almost filled her eyes.

The two people on the field were not idle people, they fought with masters, and every moment was thrilling, seeing Hu Duhu slashing down fiercely, Meng Huan had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it, just listen to "" Clang" was the harsh sound of metal colliding.

Song Zhi noticed that Meng Huan's arm was trembling slightly, thinking that he had reached the limit of his strength, but Hu Duhu's knife was still pressing down, Meng Huan gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Master!" Xiuniang's voice suddenly came from behind, and Song Zhi turned her head in surprise.

"Xiu Niang, why are you here?" Song Zhi asked.

Xiu Niang took Song Zhi's hand: "The people who saw me came to watch their father and son fight, so I took the opportunity to run out."

"Master, let's go." Xiu Niang whispered, "They don't have time to take care of us now."

However, Xiu Niang pulled, but she didn't.

"Master?" Xiu Niang was puzzled.

"Xiu Niang," Song Zhi pulled her back, "Do you think you can run away now?"

"If we can run away, we won't be caught back."

"But this time, isn't his father restraining him? It's different from the previous situation." Xiu Niang said.

Song Zhi shook her head, turned to look at the people on the stage, and said softly: "Xiu Niang, you don't understand him, he is more stubborn than anyone else, he won't let me go, if I leave now, he will definitely throw a tantrum Get me back again."

"Master, are you...you still can't let him go?" Xiu Niang was suspicious.

I thought Song Zhi would deny it, but Song Zhi smiled wryly and admitted: "If I can let it go easily, I wouldn't have gotten along with him in the first place."

After thinking about it, Xiuniang thought it was reasonable, but she was a little bit unwilling, "Then we just sit and wait for death?"

Song Zhi said: "General Kuduhu said that if I am willing to leave voluntarily, my life will not be hurt, but Hazier refused to listen, so they competed in this match."

"If Hazier loses this game, he can no longer object to my leaving."

Song Zhi spoke clearly and Xiu Niang made sense, so she followed Song Zhi and waited for Meng Huan to lose.

Meng Huan's defeat was a matter of time.

He was not as strong as Huduhu originally, and he was greedy for meritorious deeds. Under the fierce force of Huduhu, his arms were numb from the shock, and even the tiger's mouth was split open. Can't even hold the handle of the knife.

The blades kept colliding in mid-air, and every time they collided, there was an ear-piercing sound. Huduhu was so powerful that he forced Meng Huan to back all the way, his forehead was covered with sweat. Pressed out.

It's almost reaching its limit.

Meng Huan knew that he had made a mistake from the very beginning, he shouldn't be rash, he shouldn't have been impatient, and instead gave Hudu an opportunity, but it's too late to say anything now.

The whole arm was almost numb, but it was just instinctively receiving Kuduhu's stormy saber techniques.

Finally, after Meng Huan had no way to retreat, and was cornered by Hu Duhu, he only heard "Keng!", and Hu Duhu slashed fiercely on Meng Huan's knife. Also missing.

Meng Huan's hands softened and he lost his strength. The long knife fell to the ground with a clang, and was immediately kicked away by Hu Du Hu. Hu Du Hu continued to raise the knife and slashed at Meng Huan.

Meng Huan stood where he was, and did not hide.

Song Zhi's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Zhengnan!"

The blade reflected the sunlight, and the color of frost and snow was reflected in Song Zhi's eyes, which almost hurt him. As the metal fell at high speed, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Meng Huan closed his eyes.

However, the knife did not fall on Meng Huan after all, and Hu Duhu's hand swayed, and the sharp blade brushed against Meng Huan's shoulder, and was deeply embedded in the wooden stage guardrail.

With a "click", the guardrail was split into two sections by the Hudu tiger, and sawdust flew across.

Song Zhi's heart that had almost stopped beating revived again, he gasped for breath, and clenched his hands into fists under his sleeves.

Fortunately, he is fine.Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

I heard that the Mongolians have a low concept of family affection, but now it seems that it may not be the case. Kuduhu still cares about his son.

Feeling that the knife hadn't landed on him for a long time, Meng Huan moved his eyelashes, opened his eyes, and looked at Huduhu.

"Brother Ai Chi, I..." Meng Huan was about to speak when suddenly Kuduhu raised his elbow and hit him in the abdomen.

Meng Huan let out a muffled snort, his forehead was sweating profusely from the pain, he put his hands on his abdomen, and fell against the uncollapsed guardrail.

"Hazier, you let me down today!" Kuduhu lowered his head, coldly looking at his proud son.

Meng Huan lowered his head. He knew that his performance today was a failure. During the whole process of the competition, he made mistakes repeatedly...he was too eager.

"Brother Ai Chi..." Meng Huan grabbed his clothes, but losing meant he would lose Song Zilan, how could he accept that.

"Hmph!" Hu Duhu snorted coldly, "You don't need to beg me, since you lost, you have no right to stop me."

"No, brother Ai Chi, don't..."

Before Meng Huan finished speaking, he suddenly saw Hu Duhu throwing the knife in his hand far away, aiming at Song Zhi's chest.

"Zi Lan!"

"Master!"

Two different voices, one far and one near, sounded at the same time, and Kuduhu's powerful knife was flying towards him.

Song Zhi froze in place, before she could react, the knife was already close in front of her.

It is said that before a person dies, the experiences of his life will appear in his mind, but at this moment, Song Zhi's mind has nothing but a blank, Meng Huan's panicked expression is so far away, yet so close.

"Master!"

Another voice rang in his ears, pulling Song Zhi back to reality, and then pushed him away with great force.

Song Zhi staggered and fell to the ground.

"Xiu Niang!" Song Zhi suddenly raised her head, only to see the shining blade being inserted into Xiu Niang's right chest. For a moment, warm and bright red blood splashed all over Song Zhi's body and face. The blood was so scorching hot, Like a flame, it burned Song Zhi's body, and every skin touched by blood burned Song Zhi shivering.

But Xiu Niang's weak but strong body was pushed back by the inertia of the blade.

"Xiuniang!" Song Zhi yelled in pain, with a burst of strength for no reason, she threw herself forward and took Xiuniang into her arms.

"Xiuniang!" Song Zhihuai hugged Xiuniang's body, and suddenly realized that this woman was so light, floating in her arms, extremely thin.

On the right chest, the sharp blade was deeply imbedded in the flesh, and glaring red blood gushed out from the wound, soaking Xiu Niang's clothes in a short while, and even Song Zhi's clothes were soaked. Blood soaked.

The smell of blood enveloped Song Zhi, and the fear was suppressed in her heart, making Song Zhi almost out of breath.

"Xiu Niang!"

Song Zhi called her name loudly, "Xiu Niang! Wake up!"

Every breath hurts, and the pain is even more painful in the right chest area. Xiuniang closed her eyes, and heard Song Zhi's panic and panic.

Xiu Niang was suddenly a little worried, her young master... what would he do without her?

The person in her arms moved suddenly, Xiu Niang panted lightly, opened her dazed eyes, and looked at Song Zhi.

"Master..." Xiuniang murmured, a smile appeared on her face, she raised her hand, trying to touch Song Zhi's cheek, but she didn't have the strength in her hand, so she failed.

Song Zhi quickly grabbed her hand.

"I'm here! I'm... Xiuniang."

"Don't cry..." Xiu Niang's eyes were still looking at Song Zhi, as if she was distressed and reproached by pampering.

"Ma'am... If you find out, you will annoy me..."

"No," Song Zhihu wiped the tears off her face, "Mother won't, she has always liked you the most, why would she annoy you, she will only annoy me."

The corners of Xiuniang's lips curled up, she lowered her eyes, and wanted to say something more, but she couldn't.

"Xiu Niang!" Song Zhi panicked and raised her head in a panic, her eyes were blurred with tears, making it almost impossible for him to see Meng Huan's face clearly.

"Zhengnan!" Song Zhi shouted.

"Zhengnan... Xiuniang, she... I beg you, save Xiuniang..." Song Zhi's voice was choked with sobs.

"You save her... I'll just listen to you, okay?"

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I was wrong……