Southerners

Now it's winter, and the weather is getting colder.

The addition of a young master or a young lady to the mansion is absolutely unacceptable.

No matter what Meng Huan's own wishes are, no matter how he treats that beauty, his son can't neglect, he changed the beauty to a sunny house, added a few maids to wait on him, and all kinds of precious tonics for anti-abortion flowed there. Delivery in the house.

Moreover, Meng Huan also said that when the beauty gave birth to the child safely, he would accept her as a concubine.

In this way, the wind direction in the mansion has completely changed.

When Meng Huan's second-generation friends or colleagues in the officialdom heard the good news, they congratulated him one after another, sending congratulatory gifts to Meng's residence as if they were free of money.

In addition, Chuoman also came to give a bunch of gifts to the unborn child, then pinched the beauty's chin to look left and right, curled her lips, and said, "You look too good to see." He walked away arrogantly.

When Kuduhu heard about this, he also sent someone over to give gifts to his grandson or granddaughter.

In the entire Meng Mansion, apart from Xiuniang's, Song Zhi's was the most deserted.

Song Zhi was reading a book.

It was the book that Liu Yin sent him. The collection of poems and essays written by Liu Yin himself was not yet finished. It was called "Jingxiu Collection".

In this collection of poems, Song Zhi's favorite is "Baigou":

"Treasure Fu Zangshan can be attacked by itself, whoever is the best among the children and grandchildren.

Youyan does not shine on the moon in the middle sky, and the abundant air sings the wind in the sea.

Zhao Puyuan has no Sifang Zhi, and Chanyuan can laugh at a hundred years of work.

Baigou moved to the Jianghuai River, and the crime was declared and peace was feared. "

Liu Yin's writing is tortuous and cryptic, but in this world where Meng Yuan is in power, it's no wonder he is so cautious, after all, if he is not careful, he will offend those in power.

These days, except for Meng Huan, Song Zhi just reads, writes, draws, and composes poems. Lian Er regrets it very much. At the beginning, she would nagging and persuade Song Zhi not to twist her arms like that, because her arms can't twist her thighs He is so stubborn, sooner or later he will suffer.

Song Zhi smiled, but neither refuted nor responded.

Lian'er hated that iron could not be made into steel, and with her old temper, she had to abandon Song Zhi and turn her head to seek refuge with that beauty.

The beauty's name is Hanzhu, and she was the one they favored when they first entered the Meng Mansion.

But on the one hand, everyone has feelings. Lian Er has served Song Zhi for two years, and she already has feelings. On the other hand, she was the one who persuaded Song Zhi to follow Meng Huan. Song Zhi, therefore, still served her wholeheartedly without any harsh treatment.

Song Zhi persuaded Lian Er not to guard her anymore, but Lian Er refused to listen.

When Meng Huan came, Lian Er was grinding ink for him.

Song Zhi smiled lightly, talking to Lian Er from time to time, the two looked very intimate, Meng Huan frowned when he saw her, suddenly felt that Lian Er was a bit of an eyesore.

Originally, because Song Zhi liked it, Meng Huan let Lian Er keep it, but now he felt that it looked garish.

"Zi Lan."

The two talked and laughed for a while, but they didn't notice him coming in. Meng Huan couldn't help but yelled.

The two people's voices stopped abruptly, and they both turned their heads.

Lian'er hastily blessed her lower body: "Wanfu, young master."

Meng Huan waved his hand, motioning for her to get out, Lian Er immediately got out.

She didn't dare to look at the matter of these two people, but before she left, she gave Song Zhi a wink.

Song Zhi understood that this was to ask him to be more aware of current affairs, so as not to make Meng Huan angry again.

But Meng Huan didn't understand, he just felt that the flirting between the two made him very upset.

"Master." Song Zhi also got up and saluted Meng Huan.

Originally, they didn't need to be so unfamiliar, Meng Huan never asked Song Zhi to salute, and Song Zhi was happy to let go.

But now, Song Zhi wanted to salute, so Meng Huan didn't stop him and just watched coldly.

Song Zhi was talking and laughing with Lian Er, but when she saw him, the smile disappeared.

"What are you looking at?" Meng Huan didn't speak, Song Zhi didn't speak either, they bent over and didn't look at Meng Huan, it was Meng Huan who spoke first, and asked him as he stepped forward.

Song Zhi said, "The young master won't want to see it."

Meng Huan raised his eyebrows: "What do I not want to see?"

He picked up a poem that Song Zhi had just written on the table, the ink was still wet, and he hadn't had time to sign it yet.

It is the song "Baigou".

Meng Huan clenched his hand and crumpled the paper. The veins on the back of his hand bulged and fell on Song Zhi's body. He sneered, "Okay, okay!"

"Song Zilan, I don't want you to write, but you want to! Song Rui's poems are not enough, so you have to compose your own poems, right?"

"You are really capable, don't you think your life is too long?"

Song Zhi's expression remained unchanged, he knew that Meng Huan had misunderstood, but he couldn't explain, not only because he didn't want to explain to Meng Huan, but also to protect Liu Yin.If outsiders know that Liu Yin wrote such a poem, he may be in danger.

The ball of paper hit Song Zhi's body, then jumped away, and fell to the ground. Song Zhi squatted down, stretched out her hand, and was about to pick it up, when a foot stretched out and stepped on his hand.

"Don't pick it up." Meng Huan said in a cold voice.

Song Zhi had already grasped the ball of paper.

"I told you not to pick it up!" Meng Huan raised his voice and stepped harder.

Song Zhi's hand hurt so badly that it seemed that her hand was about to be trampled off. There was cold sweat on her forehead, but she stubbornly refused to beg for mercy.

"I still want to pick it up?" Meng Huan asked him in a low voice, the words he said made people shudder, "I still want to pick it up and I will crush your hand today."

Song Zhi bit her lip, silently stalemate with Meng Huan.

"Let me guess, why did I suddenly write such a poem..."

"A few days ago, Huang Hua, the general manager of Jianning Road, rebelled and led hundreds of thousands of mobs. He pretended to be Song Xiangxing for five years, and it reminded you of your homeland?"

Cold sweat slid down from the corners of his forehead and flowed to his chin. Song Zhi's lips were pursed into a line, which was equivalent to acquiescing.

"But it's a pity," Meng Huan knelt down and taunted, "Those trash, no matter how many people there are, they are still trash. Our General Shi led more than [-] people, and he was defeated by hundreds of thousands."

"Are you disappointed?"

Song Zhi seemed to hear a slight "cracking" sound, her finger seemed to be broken, and it hurt, but he had to bear the pain.

Meng Huan finally held his feet high and left a whole body in Song Zhi's hands.

"Let me see you write these next time, and you will stop thinking about writing."

Song Zhi gasped, her body trembling with pain, sweat fell into her eyes, blurring his vision.

Meng Huan lifted Song Zhi up and pinched him by the neck: "Speak, are you dumb?"

Song Zhi stared at Meng Huan absent-mindedly, as if looking at another person through him.

"What are you thinking?" Meng Huan was irritated.

Song Zhi's eyelashes moved, but she didn't answer.

"Could you be thinking of Lian'er?" Meng Huan said, "Just now I saw that you and her are a perfect match!"

Song Zhi finally frowned, grabbed Meng Huan's hand with her remaining left hand, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Master, we... are innocent."

He didn't care, but Lian'er was a girl, how could she be splashed with such dirty water for nothing?

"I haven't said anything, and you're so anxious?" Meng Huan said, "Is it trying to cover up?"

Incomprehensible.

Song Zhi was extremely painful and annoyed: "Why do you humiliate me and Lian'er like this?"

"Since you don't like her, I'll pull her out now and beat her to death, okay?"

Based on Song Zhi's understanding of Meng Huan, he could really do this kind of thing.

"No..." Song Zhi panicked, "Master, you can't..."

"What can't be done?" Meng Huan asked back, "She is a slave I bought, so I can deal with it as I want!"

"Look...you still can't bear her?"

"No, master," Song Zhi said in panic, Lian'er must not die because of such a thing, "Master, I was wrong... If you don't like her here with me, just transfer her away, don't hurt her, okay? good?"

"She's just a little girl, she didn't do anything wrong, I... If the young master kills him, I will be in trouble for the rest of my life."

"It's hard for a lifetime?" Meng Huan laughed suddenly, a little sarcasm, but he didn't know who he was sarcasm, "She died because of you, you will feel guilty, then you will not feel guilty for treating me like this, Zilan?"

Even Song Zhi's pupils were trembling, looking at Meng Huan, Meng Huan had already let go of his hand, but he seemed to be choked by someone, unable to speak a word.

Meng Huan stared at him coldly, hoping to see what he could say.

"I..." After a long while, Song Zhi finally spoke. Her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat. It didn't have the tenderness of a boy's voice, but it was hoarse and unpleasant, "I and Lian'er are innocent...I've never done anything, I'm sorry, young master. About the matter, what the young master said, Song Zhi couldn't understand."

This is completely ignoring the past, treating the friendship between the two as if it doesn't exist, and really treating himself as a male favorite.

Meng Huan was so angry that he lifted Song Zhi up. The injury on his arm had already healed, and it was easy to lift Song Zhi up.Then throw him on the bed.

"Since you want to be a male favorite so much, I will help you."

Not caring about the injury on Song Zhi's hand at all, Meng Huan tossed him back and forth several times until Song Zhi's voice became hoarse before letting him go. Before leaving, he said:

"You know, Zilan, Chuoman wants to marry me, but she doesn't take you seriously, do you know why?"

Song Zhi closed her eyes, wanting to turn around and face the wall instead of looking at Meng Huan, but Meng Huan didn't let him go, pulled him over, and whispered in Song Zhi's ear: "Because she thinks that you are a man, there is no It will not threaten her position."

"As for Hanzhu a while ago, she condescendingly took a look at it, because Hanzhu would give birth to a child. The one in her belly, if it was a son, would be my eldest son. Although the birth mother's status is a bit humble, after all Is the eldest son."

Song Zhi had a sore throat and pain all over his body, and Meng Huan was still rambling on, which made his head hurt. In the end, he had no choice but to say a few words: "Congratulations, young master, for having your first child."

"Say congratulations to Miss Hanzhu for me too, she's about to fly up the branch soon."

Meng Huan's eyes were almost terrifying, but Song Zhi closed her eyes, didn't see it, and didn't care.

Meng Huan said again: "If you like it, I can also reward you with Lian'er."

This is naked/naked/naked humiliation.

Song Zhi suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Meng Huan: "Master, if you don't like Lian Er with me, then transfer her away."

"If you don't like me, it's up to you."

"Do you think that everyone is like you, showing mercy everywhere?"

"Snapped!"

A slap suddenly landed on Song Zhi's face.

Burning pain.

Meng Huan withdrew his hand and said coldly, "You are just looking for a fight."

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Note: If you are interested in Liu Yin, you can go to Baidu by yourself. Both "Jingxiu Collection" and "Baigou" were written by him.