Su Mozhan Cold City

Mrs. Song was stern and soft-hearted, and when Honglian approached with a fearful smile, she also felt a little timid...

"You bitch, do you know who I am?!" Mrs. Song forced herself up, gritted her teeth and asked...

"Heh." Hong Lian chuckled, "The slave family is naturally well-connected, how can I not know such important figures as the former prefect's wife?".

Seeing that he was subdued, Mrs. Song gained confidence...

"Since you know it well, return the silver to me! You are a prostitute, you are not afraid of choking to death with so much money!

Honglian's brows moved, and there was a hint of sharpness...

"A prostitute at least has a man to hold and protect her, and give him a lot of money, but madam... excuse me for being rude,

It's better for a widow not to venture into Fireworks and Willow Lane, so as not to tarnish his wife's reputation. For a mere tens of thousands of taels of silver, the slave family is really not worth it for my wife. "

Mrs. Song was dazzled and dizzy by him, her chest was throbbing, but Hong Lian seemed to know her well, and every word poked her heart...

When Mrs. Song was young, she was just the concubine of Mr. Song. Mr. Song's wife died suddenly, so she married her and married her. Mrs. Song only entered the family room. After a few years of good life, and after the Yu family was convicted and wiped out, Mr. Song replaced her. Became the new magistrate, Mrs. Song followed with a moment of glory...

But the good times didn't last long, Mr. Song died of illness before sitting in this position for a few years, Mrs. Song became a helpless widow, and after three years of mourning, she only got a chastity archway...

When Master Song passed away, he divided the family property into two equal shares, one to his eldest son Song Qing, and the other to Mrs. Song's two children.Mrs. Song's children are mediocre, sitting and eating all day long, no matter how big the family wealth is, there will be a day of ruin...

Although she is the stepmother of Song Qingzheng'er, and others still respectfully call her the old lady of the General's Mansion, Song Qing has not been intimate with him since she was a child, and she has not had much contact with him after the separation. .

If she was still the official wife back then, why would she go to a dirty place like Qinglian Pavilion to lose her value for the tens of thousands of taels of silver?

"It's shameless! It's shameless!

Mrs. Song was so angry that she had no words to refute. She repeated this sentence in her mouth, panting heavily...

"Come on! Smash his fox's den! You don't have to hand over the silver, and don't think about it!".

The servants of the Song Mansion raised their sticks, and the porcelain bowls, dishes, and musical instruments were smashed to the ground, and the tables and chairs were smashed to pieces. It's a mess...

Hong Lian watched them smashing indifferently, and looked at it for a while with her arms around her chest before turning back to the inner courtyard with little interest...

"Let them dismantle it and send the bill to the Song Mansion afterwards." Hong Lian said loudly, "Be sure to send it to the right place, not the General's Mansion, but the Song Mansion.

Mrs. Song almost jumped up from the stool, she didn't get her money back, if she still pays such a large sum of money, wouldn't it be her death?

"Where are you going? Don't leave! Give me back the silver!" Mrs. Song was anxious to stop Honglian...

Hong Lian didn't turn her head back: "I'm afraid Mrs. Song missed the wrong place. If you go to the bank now, you may be able to get the emerald coral back, and if it's too late, someone might buy it away.".

Mrs. Song was in a dilemma, and she stomped her feet in a panic... "Madam, are you still going to smash it?" the servant asked... Mrs. Song gouged out his eyes and said angrily, "Go to the bank!".

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After Song Qing mortgaged the emerald coral to the bank, when she took the silver ticket to the Qinglian Pavilion, Mrs. Song had already left, leaving only chaos, and the people in the Qinglian Pavilion closed the door to clean up...

"General Song, I won't leave the board today, please go back!

When the handsome young man saw Song Qing from afar, he let out an annoyed voice. He didn't know the relationship between Mrs. Song and Song Qing. He thought they were all from the Song family, so he hated Song Qing together...

"Why? What about your curator?

Song Qing didn't care about him, just rushed in, and the handsome young man came to stop him.

"The owner of the restaurant said that there will be no visitors today, so don't go in...Seeing that Song Qing didn't care about it, the Qingxiu restaurant shouted, "Hey!Why is your family so arrogant?Is it okay for the owner to hide and hide? ".

"Oh, it's Uncle Song who is here! What are you doing to stop him? Why don't you invite Uncle Song to sit down and let all the Y-headed boys come down to serve you!".

Hong Lian came out from the room and saw that he was dressed exquisitely and beautifully, as if he was about to go out...

"Lian'er, it's just right, I'm here to pick you up, come with me."

Song Qing smiled and pulled Honglian's hand, Honglian avoided it without a trace...

"Unfortunately, Uncle Song came here. The slave's house is not free today, and I am going to the east of the city to visit Master Qian."

"What?" Song Qing asked blankly.

"Didn't Master Song hear you clearly? Master Qian invited the servants to his house." Hong Lian pointed outside, "The carriages have already arrived."