Su Mozhan Cold City

Song Qing paused for a moment, and quickly grabbed Honglian... "Why?" Song Qing looked anxious...

"What why?" Guren asked back, shaking her fingers.Song Qing squeezed his shoulders tightly, and asked in a deep voice: "You promised to go home with me! How could you go back on your word and go to some money house?!".

Hong Lian got a headache from being pinched, and pushed his hand away... "When did the slave family agree to only visit your family? You are a benefactor, and Master Qian is also a benefactor. The slave family can't treat one more favorably than another, right? Besides, Uncle Song has been here for half a month. They haven’t come yet, how can I know if I have forgotten about my family, and I still want to earn money, so I can’t hang myself on a tree like you?”.

Song Qing was dumbfounded. There was not much silver left in his house, so he could only pawn the treasures and antiques at home, but the operation of the bank also took a lot of time, and Song Qing was delayed for a long time.

While Song Qing was in a daze, Hong Lian had already stepped out of the threshold, Song Qing reacted, caught up with him and grabbed his arm...

"Uncle Song, what other instructions do you have? If you really miss the slave family, then wait half a month to talk about it. Master Qian has already paid off half a month's head wrap in one go."

"I... I also have a bank note! How much did Master Qian pay? Can I pay twice his amount? I have a bank note, Lian'er, look...you come with me, okay?".

Song Qing took out the messy banknotes that were crumpled like straw paper from her robe, and stuffed them all into Honglian's hands, but Honglian didn't use her fingers to pick them up...

"Uncle Song... Hong Lian felt that her throat was tight, she took a breath and said with a smile, "You also have to pay attention to first-come, first-served, right?"What are you still doing?It's refreshing to serve General Song, so don't neglect it! ".

Those young masters listened to his orders and swarmed over, entangled Song Qing...

Hong Lian walked past him and walked towards the carriage. Just as one foot stepped on the step, her hand was grabbed by Song Qing who had escaped.

"You come home with me."

Song Qing's voice was stiff, Hong Lian saw his eyes wide open, and couldn't figure out whether he was angry or angry, but the voice was so heavy that it seemed to make people fall into it...

"Uncle Song is so ridiculous. He made the slave family look like the first wife you married in eight sedan chairs, and ran out to steal fish. What's the relationship between you and me?".

Hong Lian quickly got into the carriage and urged the groom to leave, leaving Song Qing in a daze. It took a while to hear Song Qing shouting after the carriage...

"Lian'er! Wait!"

Hong Lian opened the curtain and saw Song Qing running along the side of the carriage, patting the carriage...

"Oh, I almost forgot. Uncle Song hasn't come to look for my slave family for the past one or two months. After staying with Master Qian, and Zhou Mansion in the west of the city, the palace in the north of the city also invited the slave family. Counting the days, Uncle Song will have his turn next year. went."

After saying that, Hong Lian immediately tore down the curtain, and still heard Song Qing slapping the carriage...

Hong Lian sat slumped expressionlessly, her eyes were empty, and the corners of her mouth, which usually had a bright smile on it, now weighed a thousand catties, and she couldn't lift it no matter what...

"Lian'er! Come down! I'll give you as much silver as you want! Don't go... Lian'er! Lian'er! I'll marry you! Did you hear that? I'll marry you!!"

Hearing Song Qing's throat-shattering cry, Hong Lian's eyelids twitched. He yelled like a madman, and he was bound to be pointed, laughed and ridiculed by people on the side of the road.

"Lian'er is already dead."

Honglian's vermilion lips parted slightly, her voice was so low that she didn't know who she was speaking to.

…………

The carriage returned to the Qinglian House in the evening, and the handsome young lady was leading the crowd to arrange the decorations. Seeing Honglian getting off the carriage, she rushed to meet her...

"What about others?" Honglian asked after looking around.

"Let's go early." Qingxiu Xiaoguan replied...

"Where did you go?"

"Probably back to the General's Mansion."

"Oh.

Hong Lian nodded indifferently, heaving a sigh of relief, but also worrying about Song Qing's whereabouts, the two of them entered the room without saying a word, and the handsome young lady had already prepared hot water to help Hong Lian change her clothes and take a bath...

"Master, what did you do? I see that your face looks ugly like a green-faced ghost."

"Have it?".

Hong Lian was powerless to scold him, so she casually took a gold-encrusted bronze mirror and looked at it. He has always had peach blossoms on his face, and it is indeed rare that he is so pale...

"Heh, when you taught us a lesson, you kept saying that a man is no better than a plate of pig's trotters, and that silver is the most reliable. Let us be sure to polish our tricks, and not be deceived by men's flattering words... How can we be trapped by love when we put ourselves on ourselves?"

Honglian scolded angrily: "Which eye of yours sees that I am trapped by love?".

The handsome young man snorted and said, "If you're really not tempted, why didn't you earn money from General Song? You also redeemed the useless corals at a high price. You have never done such a loss-making business." .

"The coral is mine, who said it was for him?" Hong Lian said impatiently, "Don't poop less and fart more, rub the key points for me, my back is a little itchy, you see it is quite dirty.".

"here?".

"left.".

"here?".

"A bit on the right, heavier, it's not dirty

?No food for you?Can't even rub the mud off. " Honglian turned to look behind her.

"Where's the mud?" Qingxiu Xiaoguan said aggrievedly, shaking her hands, "I'm not a bath master, so my strength is so great.".

"Forget it, get out."

Hong Lian snatched the bath towel from his hand, and scrubbed it repeatedly, the more she washed it, the more itchy she felt, as if she was covered in mud...

An hour later, Hong Lian did not come out of the Qingxiu restaurant, so she opened the door to see him...

"what!".

Hearing his scream, Hong Lian frowned and scolded: "What are you doing so loudly? Do you still want a man?"

Qingxiu Xiaoguan pointed at his back in horror, a large piece of skin had already been wiped off, and the oozing blood flowed into the bath water, dyeing it dark red...