Southerners

Even after going out of the room, Song Zhi inhaled fresh air through her nose and chest, but the thick and disgusting smell of blood still lingered at the tip of her nose. Song Zhi covered her mouth and almost spat it out.

Unable to see what was going on inside the house, Song Zhi could only wait outside the house impatiently.

But this is just too exhausting.

Song Zhi couldn't sit still, her mind was out of control, and she couldn't rest for a moment.

There was still a blank in her mind, anxiety, panic, fear, worry, all kinds of emotions filled her heart into a mess, making Song Zhi unable to think normally.

Xiu Niang.

Xiu Niang.

This is the person who accompanied him all the way from Tongling, the woman he has been with day and night from birth to now.

Song Zhishao lost his parents, Xiu Niang is not only his father, but also his mother, who is everything to him, teaching him and loving him.

From the 12th year of the Yuan Dynasty to the present, they have experienced so many storms, countless life and death on the way to escape, brutal Mongolian soldiers, rioters, hunger, disease...anything can easily kill them, but they support each other all the way, Arrived today.

Song Zhi shed tears unconsciously, her heart ached like she couldn't feel pain, she couldn't feel pain.

Xiuniang gave her whole life and years for him, but in the end, did she still have to sacrifice her life to save him?

Xiu Niang...

Song Zhi covered her face.

I dare not think about it, if Xiuniang is really gone, what should he do?

Song Zhi knelt down, this was his last relative in this world.

His thin shoulders shrugged slightly, and Meng Huan's heart ached as if a piece had been gouged out, how could he bear...to see him so sad?

"Zi Lan..." Meng Huan put his arms around Song Zhi's shoulders and hugged Song Zhi, "Don't be afraid, Xiu Niang will be fine."

"She'll be fine, really."

The person in his arms was so fragile, Meng Huan couldn't help thinking, why didn't he make more thorough preparations?Why isn't he stronger?That way he can defeat Hu Duhu, and neither Song Zhi nor Xiu Niang will be injured, and Song Zhi will not be so sad.

"Damn it...it was me."

In the embrace, a low hoarse voice suddenly came out, intermittent because of crying.

Meng Huan tightened his arm suddenly, even though it was painful.

"It's not Zilan, it's not like this, you're right...it's my fault, it's my fault."

"Don't blame yourself."

The hot summer noon sun was so hot that it made people's skin burn, but Meng Huan felt a chill in his heart, and the person in his arms was even colder, he couldn't feel the summer heat at all.

Meng Huan tightened his arms tightly, as if he wanted the fragile boy to feel him.

"I'm here, Zilan... don't be afraid, I will always be here."

Don't be afraid.

Meng Huan said, but at the same time he mocked himself in his heart, what kind of qualifications did he use to say you don't be afraid of these three words.

It is clear that all these pains were brought to Song Zhi by him.

Meng Huan used as much force as if he wanted to rub Song Zhi into his blood, so that he could become one with Song Zhi, and the two would never be separated again.

But lovers get married in the end, that's the perfect ending in the playbook. Most lovers in this world always go through hardships, but they can't sleep with each other.

Maybe it's because the fate in the previous life was not cultivated, so they are destined not to be together in this life.

At this time, Xiuniang's tightly closed door suddenly opened, Song Zhiteng stood up, and was about to run in when Meng Huan stopped her.

I saw a few maidservants filing out of the room, each carrying a basin filled with blood-red water.

One pot after another, the red is so dazzling, so red that it hurts people's hearts.

Song Zhi covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying, but she involuntarily took a step back.

This is the blood of his Xiu Niang... shed for him!

"Zi Lan!" Meng Huan supported Song Zhi's shoulders, "Calm down! Doctor Pei is still inside, he hasn't come out yet, he must be treating Xiu Niang, he will definitely be able to cure her!"

Song Zhi turned her head in a daze and looked at Meng Huan.

"...Really?" he said.

"Yes!" Meng Huan nodded vigorously, and said, as if to reassure him, "Do you remember that I also have a scar on my chest, that scar is as dangerous as Xiuniang, and it was also from Pei Yazhi, look at me now Still alive and kicking!"

Song Zhi sobbed, then nodded in a daze, wondering if she was comforted enough.

The person in the house who was sending blood out finally stopped running away.

Meng Huan was a little relieved, it seemed that the bleeding should have initially stopped.

Sure enough, not long after, the door opened again, and Pei Ya's apprentice came out, saying: "General, sir, Madam's knife has been drawn out, and the bleeding has stopped."

"If you two want to take a look, you can come in now."

When Song Zhi heard these words, she seemed to come alive suddenly. She hurriedly wiped the tears off her face, and rushed in. When she reached the steps at the door, she almost fell down and was held up by Meng Huan.

"Be careful." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi turned a deaf ear and continued running in.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong smell of blood came to his nostrils, and Song Zhi almost vomited again.

Seeing the bloodless woman on the bed, she suppressed even the feeling of wanting to vomit, and Song Zhi quickly ran to Xiuniang's side, her knees softened, and she knelt down.

Pei Ya supported his body and whispered: "Sir, don't get too excited, otherwise it will affect Madam's rest."

Song Zhi nodded again and again, and couldn't stop thanking her.

Pei Ya stopped his words: "Caomin is doing things for the general, sir, if you want to thank the general, please thank the general."

At this time, Meng Huan also came in from the outside, and seeing Xiu Niang on the bed was tied with a bandage on her right chest, but the bleeding had obviously stopped, so he bent down and saluted Pei Ya earnestly and solemnly: "Doctor Pei, This time is really thanks to you."

Pei Ya said: "General, don't be too happy, this is just the beginning, the key depends on tonight."

Meng Huan is very familiar with trauma and the situation. Although Xiuniang's bleeding has stopped now, it depends on whether she will develop inflammation and fever tonight. If she has a fever, it is still dangerous. Difficult to save back.

"I know."

"It's good that the general is clear, Pei Ya will stay here today, and Pei Ya will not leave until the wife is no longer in danger of life." This is out of the benevolence of the doctor.

Meng Huan nodded, "Thank you, Doctor Pei."

He also told the servants that he should take Pei Ya to the cashier to receive the reward, but Pei Ya refused.

"It won't be too late to reward Madam once she is completely out of danger. Pei Ya dare not accept such an unsafe reward right now."

Meng Huan didn't say much, knowing Pei Ya's temper.

"If Doctor Pei has any urgently needed medicinal materials, just tell me, and I will prepare them for the doctor."

Pei Ya nodded, and immediately asked the apprentice to bring a pen and paper, and made a list for Meng Huan, telling him: "Everything will be fine."

"Madam is weak, I'm afraid it will not be so easy to survive tonight."

Someone immediately took the order and went to prepare the medicinal materials one by one.

Meng Huan came to Song Zhi's side.

Song Zhi was still kneeling, looking at the person on the bed.

In the past, although Xiuniang was thin and weak, she was energetic and had the strength to seek death over and over again, but now she was lying lifelessly on the bed. If her heart was not still beating slightly, people would misunderstand that she had already died. died.

Song Zhi neither did nor said anything, just knelt there simply.

Like confession, like forgiveness.

Time passed bit by bit, the sun at noon gradually slanted westward, and the residual red of the setting sun covered the top of Xishan Mountain in large swaths. It was as red as blood, adding a bit of bloody smell to this scorching summer day.

From the inside to the outside of the house, no one dared to speak, and the air was so still that it seemed to freeze.

Song Zhi knelt in front of Xiuniang's bed, her knees began to ache after kneeling for a long time, and the pain became numb, and after the numbness, she no longer felt numb.But Song Zhi didn't move.

It was as if something was shattering and reorganizing in his mind bit by bit, and many things became clear, drawing a clear thread in Song Zhi's heart.

If he could have left Meng Huan earlier, even if he could have started without taking this wrong step and not getting entangled with Meng Huan, this day would never have happened.Huduhu will not kill him, Xiuniang will not block the knife for him, and will not be injured.

At that time, he was hesitant, tangled again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and still threw away etiquette and shame, and obeyed the ridiculous so-called love.But he originally thought that he could bear all this by himself, but why, in the end, it was Xiu Niang who did it for him?

Song Zhi lowered her head and closed her eyes.

One wrong step, one wrong step, and the whole game is lost.

"Zi Lan," Meng Huan's voice rang in his ears, "it's not your fault."

"It's my fault." Song Zhi replied in a low voice.

Meng Huan turned his face to face him, looking at Song Zhi's eyes, which were already swollen from crying.

Meng Huan said softly: "It's not your fault, Zi Lan, it's my fault, I'm sorry for you."

Song Zhi looked at Meng Huan, her eyes were clearly red, her hair was messed up during the fight, and she looked embarrassed.

This is the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty, Hazier, there are times when he is so downcast, and he tells another person that he is wrong.

Song Zhi closed her eyes, trying to make her voice as stable as possible.

He said, "Young Master, what I said earlier is true."

"If you save Xiu Niang, I will obey you in the future and will never...run away again."

In desperation, she went to the doctor in a hurry, but Song Zhi was a person who kept her promise.

In a word, it was like a knife lingering in Meng Huan's heart, making Meng Huan breathless. He grabbed Song Zhi's hand, but because of his weakness, he couldn't pull it out.

"I saved her, never because of your words." Meng Huan stared into Song Zhi's eyes, how could he be so simple, and boil all his friendship into a simple transaction?What did he think of himself?

"It's because..."

"Master," Song Zhimo interrupted him, "Stop talking, I don't want to hear it."

But because of what?

The unspoken words were already in her heart, but Song Zhi didn't have the courage to face them.

But because I love you.

Such sweet love words, but also such heavy words, so heavy that Song Zhi couldn't bear it, and didn't dare to bear it.

If their love had to be exchanged for Xiu Niang's life, what would be commendable for such a love tainted with human life?

It's just selfish possessiveness at work.

Song Zhi would rather treat this as a deal, making him feel that he is not so shameless, and a little bit following his father's integrity.

Song Zhi's eyes fell on Meng Huan's hand holding her, and she said nothing, but the meaning of letting him go was self-evident.

What can Meng Huan do?

He let go of his hands, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down beside Xiuniang's bed along with Song Zhi.

"If you want to kneel, I will kneel with you."

"Zi Lan, I always want to teach you how I feel about you."