Su Mozhan Cold City

Hong Lian lay on the bed tossing and turning for two hours without falling asleep. When she walked into the courtyard, she saw Song Qing sitting in the rain pavilion from a distance, and could smell the pungent smell of wine from afar...

Honglian walked over, Song Qing saw that it was him, she just gave him a cold look, then turned her head away from him.

"Yeah, Uncle Song is using wine to relieve his sorrows.... The embroidered shoe kicked away the empty wine gourd on the ground, Hong Lian sat next to Song Qing, and stretched out her hand...

"Give me a sip, too."

Song Qing ignored him, and took another deep breath on his own. Seeing his drunken state, Hong Lian seemed to be half-drunk, then reached out and snatched the wine gourd, and raised her neck to drink it.

Strong wine entered her stomach, Honglian coughed until it was so hot, her brain hurt from coughing, her eyes were rosy and tears welled up...

"Cough, cough, Uncle Song, are you drinking or committing suicide? Cough...

Lian couldn't drink such strong sorghum wine, so she stuffed the gourd back.Song Qing remained silent, and took another sip.

Hong Lian approached, raised Liu Mei and said with a smirk: "Aren't you afraid that my servant will drug you this time?"

Sure enough, Song Qing's hand stopped for a moment, and the guard on his face flashed away, but he brought the wine, Honglian didn't have the ability to play tricks in front of him...

"Why don't you talk? It's a long night, and you're drinking this stuffy wine, as well as flower wine... Hong Lian slapped her red and slightly hot face with her sleeve and said, "Why don't Uncle Song just drink flower wine for fun? Is the servant talking to you? "

"Say what?

Song Qing opened his mouth full of alcohol, and sprayed it on Hong Lian's face, causing him to cover his nose and back away...

"Say, um... let's talk about that little vixen you've been dreaming about."

"You are not allowed to say that about him!" Song Qing yelled loudly, mumbling with her tongue out, "He, he is the best person in the world.

Hong Lian asked with a smile: "What's a good way? Better than the slave family?"

Song Qing turned his face sideways, squinted and said contemptuously: "How can you compare with him!

His eyes seem to be looking at a sparrow who is overwhelmed and wants to compare himself with Honghu...

Hong Lian's smile became stronger, and she grinned and said: "That may not be true, the slave family may not be worse than him...the slave family knows more.".

"He knows how to play piano, chess and books... even the master praised him as the proud son of heaven, once in a hundred years.

Song Qing looked far away, and when he thought of Lian'er, he couldn't hide his smile.

Hong Lian sneered, shook her sleeves disdainfully and said, "My family can still play and sing. Can Eighteen Touch him sing?"

Song Qing's drunken eyes were confused: "Wh... what is eighteen touch?"

"Listen! Cough... Honglian cleared her throat, and sang with a sharp voice, "Put your hand out, touch it, touch it on the top of sister's head... touch it, touch it

Sister's butt, the top...

Song Qing was a little confused at first, when Honglian sang to her buttocks, the higher-ups realized that it was an obscene song from a brothel, Song Qing was ashamed and angry, and threw away Honglian who was grabbing his hand to signal...

"You, what are you?! Shameless!" Song Qing said angrily, "I'm talking about a gentleman's skill!'.

'Flute and flute? " Honglian said proudly, "The slave family is not a problem, isn't Uncle Song deeply aware of it? ".

Song Qing's face turned red in an instant, and she was choked by him for a long time, unable to speak...

"Is he different from you?' He is a modest gentleman, gentle and polite, and your head is full of the filth of a brothel! You, you...you are not worthy of carrying shoes with him!".

Song Qing became angry, and his tone became more serious. He was really angry with Hong Lian. Comparing Hong Lian with Lian'er was an insult to Lian'er...

"Oh! No wonder you wanted to dig the corner of King Zhenbei's wall before, so it's because of this....

"You stop talking nonsense!".

Song Qing just saw some shadows of Lian'er on Shen Yu, with a bit of resemblance, which was enough for him to take special care of Shen Yu, so as to entrust his longing...

"If he is still alive, he must be the most pure and perfect person in the world...

"Tch, my family sees that you are a beauty in the eye of a beholder, so what's the use of having so many?" Hong Lian said, "No matter how much you miss him, the one who slept with you in the end is my family~ You and him, did you do that? ?

Song Qing snorted, and said more than half a sentence. He and Lian'er used to be inseparable and talked about everything, but they couldn't chat with Honglian. This is the gap...

"Your little bamboo horse may have already been reincarnated as a ghost, don't even think about it~".

"To shut up!".

After Song Qing finished cursing, his temples throbbed, and his head started to ache after being drunk...

"Lian'er - Lian'er...

If only he was still alive...

Song Qing's expression was gloomy, and she fell into deep pain and self-blame, but he was gone, maybe as Hong Lian said, he would have died long ago.If I had been by his side at that time, nothing would have happened to him...

Song Qing's eyes were red, and he would never forget the scene where Lian'er's family was ruined and all the families were murdered...