Silent Lover

"Is it good to lie to you? Come with me?".

Xiao Guan led the way, through the winding corridors, and arrived at the back garden of Qinglian Pavilion. She could not hear the noisy sounds or smell the pungent fragrance, and Song Qing felt that her five senses were all smooth. .

The young man knocked on the door and shouted: "Master, I brought it here, but I am infatuated, and I am very indifferent to my servant.".

There was no response from inside, and the young man left after speaking. .

Song Qing stayed outside the door alone, hesitated for a moment, pushed the door open and entered. .

Sitting in front of the dressing table in a slender figure, she skillfully tied her hair in a bun, and then painted makeup in front of the bronze mirror unhurriedly. Her brows were green, black, and rouge. In the skillful hands of a pair of slender orchid fingers, she was more beautiful than a literati. The painting is also done in one go. .

Song Qing didn't need to look at his face to know who he was, and she took steps foolishly and walked towards the person. .

When Honglian heard the footsteps, she turned her head and looked sideways. Furong was like a face and a willow was like an eyebrow. .

"Yeah, the uncle didn't make a sound when he entered the house, which frightened the servants.".

The tone is lazy and casual, with a delicate charm.

Song Qing paced over and stood behind Honglian. .

"If the uncle is not in a hurry, just sit down for a while and wait for the servants to have breakfast before serving."

Although Honglian spoke politely, she didn't pay attention to Song Qing from the beginning to the end. She stretched herself, yawned and sat on the soft mat, her posture casual and slack. .

Song Qing followed in silence, watching Honglian scoop up the porridge with a silver spoon, ate a few mouthfuls, then threw it aside in disgust, and used other breakfasts, there were seven or eight styles of breakfast alone , he ate a bite or two. .

In the past, Song Qing must have disliked such pretentious appearances, but now she looks at him obsessively, eating in small bites like a Jiayuan, and wasting more than half of her food, thinking that everything is pleasing to the eye. .

Hong Lian stopped, raised her eyes and asked, "Didn't Uncle Song always dislike the hypocrisy of my slaves? I won't talk about it this time?".

Song Qing said dully: "As long as you like it."Honglian muttered "boring", stood up and walked into the inner room behind the bead curtain, when she came out she was holding a delicate wooden box in her hand, looking at his difficult appearance, it was obvious that the box was not light. .

With a bang, the box was thrown in front of Song Qing. .

When the red lotus is opened, it is a golden ingot, which is neatly stacked. .

"Here, I'll give it back to you, a total of 200 taels." Hong Lian pushed the gold box over.

Song Qing pushed it back again, and replied bluntly: "I don't want it."

Aren't you here to collect debts?" Hong Lian seemed to be expecting it, and said with a charming smile, "My family cheated and took so much silver taels from Uncle Song, Uncle Song doesn't care?

Honglian used the reason of rescuing Shen Yu to stalk Song Qing to take responsibility. Song Qing couldn't remember how much silver taels he took, and when he left, he took away the 3000 taels he hid at the bottom of the suitcase ticket. .

Seeing that Song Qing was silent again, Hong Lian deliberately tinkled the gold ingot.

"Uncle Song also knows that letting the slaves spit out money is more painful than cutting the slaves' flesh. The slaves finally gave up their blood. After passing this village, there is no such shop. You really don't want it?

"I don't want it." Song Qing repeated.

Don't forget it, it's outdated, I've never seen such a stupid person, don't say I owe you money in the future...

Guren muttered, brought the box together, and held it in her arms. .

Song Qing sat upright in a daze, and then asked again: "Are you still short of silver taels?".

Guren didn't know how to answer his question, and laughed. .

'It turns out that Uncle Song didn't come to collect debts, but to send money. "Hong Lian pointed to the outside and said: "However, my family is not short of money now. The business of my family is very good. your. ".

It was rare for Honglian to tell the truth, if he had no money, how could he rely on Song Qing's little money to buy such a big Fengyue Pavilion. .

"I know." Song Qing replied, then said after a pause, "You can continue to lie to me like this, I will give you all...

Are you addicted to being taken advantage of?" Honglian scolded.

"Since you are not short of money, why... why do you want to go back to this kind of place?

Hong Lian squinted and said with a smile: "Is this place not good? Flesh business is also a business. Since Uncle Song doesn't like it, why are you still here for more than a month?".

"I'm here for you." Song Qing whispered. .

Honglian laughed: Uncle Song was joking. There are men and women in Qinglian Hall, and there are many people younger than the Nu family. up. ".

Hearing what he said, Song Qing panicked even more. .

"But you promised me that you would not return to this smoky place.

Hong Lian said indifferently: "Uncle Song actually believes what Master Rabbit said.".

Song Qing's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and remained silent. "You go back, the slave's house won't see off guests." Honglian waved her hand. .

Song Qing didn't move, Honglian ignored him, put on a bright red robe and walked out.

"Lian'er!" Song Qing shouted anxiously. .

Hong Lian paused in her footsteps, the smile on her face froze for a moment, and when she turned around, her face was still full of spring breeze. .

"My family's name is Honglian, not Lian'er. Uncle Song, don't call me wrong next time. I almost forgot to ask Uncle Song, you, don't come here in the future. You always sit in the lobby and scare away all the guests from my family. , how does the slave family do business?"

"I'll come back tomorrow." Song Qing said with a stubborn face. .

Honglian rubbed her forehead and said with a headache: "If Uncle Song came to take care of the business of the slave family, it would be too late for the slave family to welcome him, but Uncle Song didn't turn over his brand, and he didn't even drink a pot of wine. Isn't this here to spoil the situation? Please, don't come, the slave family will not see you either.

"I'll come every day. Song Qing won't come in. "Unless, you come home with me.