Southerners

When it comes to the twelfth lunar month, it is the end of the new year in a blink of an eye.On New Year's Eve, the whole family is reunited to celebrate the new year.

Song Zhi was allowed to have dinner with Xiu Niang.

Hanzhu seized the opportunity, ran to Meng Huan to show her presence, and showed Meng Huan the small clothes, shoes and socks she made for the child.

Meng Huan's feelings towards Hanzhu were very complicated. He didn't like this woman at the time, and even had a faint dislike for her, and seduced him while he was drunk.

But after all, he made a mistake after drinking, so Meng Huan wouldn't be able to put the blame on a woman.

The point is that Hanzhu had a child because of this.

Meng Huan himself liked children, originally because of Song Zhi, Meng Huan could only let go of his desire for children.

Men don't have to be chaste. Most of the manly men in this world have their own families.But Meng Huan didn't want Song Zhi to have others, he set an example, and he didn't want others to get involved between the two of them.

But suddenly having this child, Meng Huan really cherished it, and all kinds of supplements were given to the child.rather than pearls.

It was already the fourth month, Hanzhu was pregnant, and her belly was getting bigger day by day. Meng Huan looked forward to it occasionally.

Hanzhu saw this right, so she tied Meng Huan and asked him to stay with her for a while.When Meng Huan remembered to go to see Song Zhi, Song Zhi had already returned to the house with a tired expression and fell asleep.

There is no keeping watch.

There is no reunion either.

On the days that should have been festive, Song Zhi only felt a bone-chilling chill, rushing towards him from all directions, engulfing him.He was trapped in this small world, unable to break free, unable to escape.

Meng Huan carefully opened the quilt and got in, wrapping his arms around Song Zhi's waist.

Song Zhijueqian was originally in a familiar embrace, but the fragrance of women's makeup lingered around him, which made him a little disgusted.

Song Zhi pushed, half asleep and half awake, but instead of pushing away, she was hugged even harder.

He opened his eyes in the dark, and met Meng Huan's gaze with a gentle and apologetic expression.

Song Zhi was really sleepy, she didn't have the strength to fight with him, she leaned against Meng Huan's arms, closed her eyes again, and fell asleep.It was dark and sweet in my sleep, without any other women.

In the early morning of the next day, it was the first day of the first month of the first lunar month, Yuanzheng Festival, all civil and military officials gathered under the Chongtian Gate, and foreign guests from all over the world came here to congratulate.As a member of the fourth rank, Meng Huan naturally went to congratulate him. Song Zhi was still asleep early in the morning, so he got up.

When Song Zhi woke up, there was no one around her. Just as she was about to call Lian Er, Lian Er had already walked in, handed him a new set of clothes, and said beamingly:

"This is the young master's special order. He started to prepare for the husband early on. He said that he should wear new clothes to celebrate the new year."

The material is high-quality cloud brocade, with delicate and beautiful dark patterns, Song Zhi took it and stroked it inch by inch.

a new Year?

...I'm afraid it won't change from last year, it will only get worse.

"Young master is kind to Mr., this is the only one."

"The only one?" Song Zhi asked back, "Isn't the one called Hanzhu very popular with the young master, isn't it?"

Lian'er covered her lips and smiled: "Yes, there are, but they are all for the children. She herself has some rewards, how can she compare with you, sir?"

Lian Er was clever and cunning, she rolled her eyes and said, "Mister, are you jealous?"

Song Zhi glanced at her, and said incorrectly, "No."

"Where can I be jealous?" The tone was sour.

Lian'er was a little funny, she also changed into new clothes today, even the silver hairpin on her head was newly made, she touched Song Zhi's forehead with her finger: "If you want me to tell you, sir, don't get angry with the young master. You see, the young master still has you in his heart..."

Song Zhi avoided her hand: "Shut up." Before Lian Er could finish speaking, he stopped her.

Ever since Meng Huan suspected what was going on between Lian Er and him last time, Song Zhi paid special attention not to get too close to Lian Er.He didn't want to drag Lian'er down.

Lian'er shut her mouth embarrassingly, and finally felt wronged: "This man... will always have several women, and the young master can't have no heirs. Mister is so jealous, it's really..."

Song Zhi asked, "What about me? Am I not a man too?"

Lian'er's voice gradually lowered: "Sir, you can also..." Most of the world is like this, and it's nothing unusual.

"Are you sure if you ask him?" Song Zhi said lightly.

Lian'er closed her mouth, she turned around and clapped her hands: "Send them all in."

As soon as the words fell, several maidservants filed in, and one of them held a New Year's gift covered with red silk.

In the new year, even these ordinary maidservants wore new clothes, with smiles on their faces and flushed cheeks.

They bowed their knees to Song Zhi together: "Mr. Wanfu! The young master wishes you good health, happiness and happiness!"

The girls' clear voices rang out together, saying auspicious words, Song Zhi couldn't help but also smiled, and gave them the rewards, all the girls thanked them, and said auspicious words one after another, then took the rewards and left up.

Song Zhi also wrapped a red envelope for Lian Er.

In the past six months, Song Zhi lived in the mansion and never went out, but there were many monthly cases, and it was useless to leave them there.

Lian'er saw that Song Zhi was so generous, on the one hand she felt guilty, but on the other hand she felt sorry for Song Zhi. When she got excited, she took Song Zhi's hand, and just about to speak, Meng Huan walked in from the outside.

Lian Er hurriedly blessed her body, Meng Huan was in a good mood and didn't want to argue with her, so he waved his hand: "Get out."

Lian'er just rolled away.

Seeing Meng Huan smiling, Song Zhi asked, "Why are you so happy?"

Meng Huan wrapped him in his arms and said, "Because I met you."

"I got up and went to Chongtianmen before dawn. I was cold and hungry. I wanted to see you before the congratulations were over."

"No, as soon as His Majesty ordered the court to disperse, I will come back to see you immediately."

Song Zhi smiled slightly: "The young master is hungry, haven't you eaten yet?"

Meng Huan said: "It's useless to see you, I'll let the kitchen deliver it right away, you come with me, okay?"

Song Zhi smiled and said, "Young Master, you're not going to accompany Miss Hanzhu?"

"She still looks forward to you after all!"

Meng Huan frowned: "Today is the first day of junior high school, you want to drive me away?"

Song Zhi: "I'm not driving the young master away, I'm thinking about the young master's heirs. If Miss Hanzhu gets pregnant because you don't visit her, it's not good for the child."

Meng Huan was a little impatient: "The fetus has its own doctor to watch her, and the doctor specially raised by the mansion to help her conceive. They can't do this well. What are they doing?"

Song Zhi couldn't say any more, so she replied, "Yes. Whatever the young master thinks, it's up to you."

Meng Huan pulled the man to sit down, let Song Zhi sit on his lap, pinched Song Zhi's cheek, and asked, "Are you eating?"

Song Zhi lowered her eyes: "No. The young master should be like this. Whether it's Hanzhu, Hanyu, or Hanbao, the young master should always have a few women by his side so that they can give birth to offspring for the young master..."

"According to me, it's time for the young master to take his wife seriously. After the new year, the young master is 22..."

Song Zhi said to herself, speaking clearly and logically, as if that was the real thing, but when he suddenly raised his eyes and met Meng Huan's, he couldn't say anything.

"Say it, you continue, why don't you say it?"

"According to you, should I marry Chuoman back, and then take ten or eight concubines and let them give me a bunch of children? Should I marry Chuoman and grow old together?"

Song Zhi lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

"You, you..." Meng Huan gritted his teeth and bit Song Zhi's neck, leaving a ring of teeth marks on that delicate neck, "Why don't you be honest?"

Song Zhi shrank her neck: "Are you a dog?"

Meng Huan pinched his nose: "Who told you not to be honest?"

"Why am I not being honest?" Song Zhi said.

"You won't tell me if you like it, and you won't tell me if you like me. You just have to piss me off."

Song Zhi frowned, struggling to get off Meng Huan's body: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

But Meng Huan didn't let go, and hugged Song Zhi tightly: "You were talking in your sleep last night, didn't you know?"

Song Zhi was startled suddenly: "What did I say?"

Meng Huan smiled without saying a word, pointing to the New Year's gifts lined up on the table: "Aren't you going to open it and have a look?"

Song Zhixin thought that maybe it was just some gold, silver and jewellery, so there was nothing to see, so she unwrapped a red silk according to her promise, but saw a scroll underneath.

Song Zhi looked at Meng Huan in surprise: "This is...?"

Meng Huan said, "Open it and take a look."

Song Zhi took out the scroll and slowly unfolded it, only to see a beautiful painting inside, which was Hangzhou, Lin'an, the former capital of Song Dynasty.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there was a seal stamped, which Song Zhi recognized as Zhang Hui's private seal.

"This..." Song Zhi looked over in surprise. Song Zhi's paintings were learned from Zhang Hui, so looking at the teacher's works is like looking at a miracle, and the paintings are the old capital that Song Zhi wanted to go back to in her dreams. .

"Thank you sir!"

Seeing that he liked it, Meng Huan thought that all this hard work was not in vain, and he spent all his time preparing a gift for Song Zhi.

Originally last winter, Song Zhi had been pissing at him all the time, Meng Huan wanted to cold him, but ended up running into Lian Shen when he went out.

This time, Lian Shen really fell on Liu Yanhan, and gave her all his heart, but Liu Yanhan was really hard to deal with, Lian Shen worked hard for so long, the girl has changed towards him, But it's always worse.

The two brothers were sick and sympathetic to each other, and they vomited bitterness to each other. Liu Yanhan found out, and Liu Yanhan heard about the current situation of Meng Huan and Song Zhi.Liu Yanhan and Song Zhi had met several times, and knew that this person was soft but not hard, so she gave Meng Huan a trick, saying that this situation should be coaxed.

At first, Meng Huan couldn't hold back his face, saying that he was benevolent and righteous, and Song Zhi still sneered at him.But after thinking about it for a while, he felt that face was not as important as Song Zhi, so he condescended to prepare gifts.

"Look at other things?" Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi was surprised: "Is there anything else?" She reached out to uncover the second piece of red silk.

At the bottom is a letter from Bai Man'er.

The third gift came from Qi Luqian.

The last one is from Liu Yin.

Meng Huan considered all the friends Song Zhi had made, and sincerely asked for gifts.

This is what Liu Yanhan said, the key is sincerity.

Sincerely, the other party can naturally feel it.

Song Zhi felt it.In the past six months, his smile in front of Meng Huan was always perfunctory and false, but this time he showed a smile from the bottom of his heart, his brows and eyes crooked.

He hadn't seen these friends for a long time, and when he saw these gifts suddenly, he was so moved that he almost wanted to cry.

Meng Huan rubbed the corners of Song Zhi's slightly red eyes, kissed his lips, and asked, "Think about how to thank me?"

Song Zhi went close to her, put her arms around Meng Huan's neck, and said, "Song Zhi is already the young master's man, what else does the young master want, can Song Zhi afford it?"

Although moved, Song Zhi did not forget her identity.

Meng Huan tilted his head and kissed his temple hair: "Don't you understand what I want?"

"Zi Lan, I want you to have a good time with me, and don't get angry with me."

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