The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 32: Fighting in the Dark
The Queen Mother did not like to eat vegetarian food or chant Buddhist scriptures, but for the sake of the troublesome Prince, she would often pray to the gods, build bridges and roads, and do good deeds.

However, this was the first time that she had congratulated someone on their third birthday. Did the Queen want to have a grandson? Then would she choose a prince? The colleagues present immediately started a quiet but heated discussion.

But that had nothing to do with Father Song. He was so happy about the "pie" dropped by the Empress that he knelt down towards the 100 taels of wedding money. "The Emperor's grace is so great. Thank you for the Empress' blessing. I wish you longevity and good health!"

Father Song didn't wait for Lord Lu to say anything. He got up again and, using one hand and a lot of effort, he finally snatched the one hundred taels of silver from Lord Lu, not even letting go of the tray that contained the silver.

Lord Lu’s beard stood up with anger, “You, just wait!” He couldn’t understand, there were only three places for the third day celebration, why did the Song family have such good luck?

Humph! Lord Lu snorted coldly, took a deep look at the unruly Song Qingwan under the eaves, and turned to leave. Otherwise, would he wait to be beaten?

The Song family! He would never let her go. The damn girl dared to hit his wife and children, which was like hitting his face. He must get back at Song Dalin.

Song Qingwan said she was innocent. Was she someone who would easily do something? Moreover, this person was sending money to the Song family.

This kind of luck is really weird, but who would complain about having too much money? This kind of unexpected wealth comes every day. Do you think she dares to accept it?

The Song family members all had the idea of ​​dealing with the situation as it came, so they ate and drank as they should, and warmly entertained the guests at home.

Father Song was so happy that he put out two jars of the 'Zui Qianli' that he had collected for many years, which directly brought the lively atmosphere to a climax. In the end, both the host and the guests were very happy.

At the same time, Song Qingwan also unlocked the drinking function and fell deeply in love with the feeling of drinking. The wine smelled fragrant, was slightly spicy in the mouth, and had a long taste. After drinking it, the body became warm.

It makes people feel relaxed and happy instantly, as if immersed in a whirlpool of happiness, unable to extricate themselves. It is really wonderful.

Wine is a very precious thing whether in the end times or in ancient times, because it consumes food. It was the first time for Song Qingwan to drink it, and she couldn't help but slurp down one cup after another, then squinted her eyes happily.

With her taking the lead, all her brothers and sisters, except Xiaowu and Xiaoliu, got drunk.

After Song Dalin sent the guests away, he suddenly felt something was wrong at home. It was so quiet that it seemed a little eerie. He then hurried into the backyard and saw this.

Song Qingwan raised her cup with a smile on her face, Song Qingping grabbed Song Xiaoliu and composed a poem about litigation, and Song Qingya cried with joy and said she would make new clothes for her family.

Song Qingan sat as steady as a pine tree, motionless but with a fierce look in his eyes. Song Xiaowu and Xiaoliu were beaten up by their older brothers and sisters.

Father Song staggered, "Oh my god! Why are you still stealing wine?" He couldn't even keep the last jar of his wine! It was really heartbreaking.

Father Song hurried forward and picked up his second son, but the boy was still drinking and singing, "Let's drink and sing, what is life like?"

"What the hell, go to bed!" Father Song was annoyed and tried to grab Xiao Si with his other hand, but was glared at fiercely by his son.

"Hey! You've made it big, kid. You even dare to glare at me. You're really rebellious." If he had his hands free, he would have beaten the kid to death.

"You are happy and won't hit anyone." Song Xiaosi's eyes were like copper bells, and he did not miss any of his father's expressions.

If Song Qingwan was awake, she would know that Song Xiaosi's eyesight is so good that he can see through people's thoughts, just like their micro-expressions.

Father Song was choked with anger. "Okay, okay, you are all my ancestors. Xiaowu and Xiaoliu, help your sister go back to the house to rest. Wanwan, don't drink anymore!"

At least leave him some, Song Dad wanted to cry, it's true that children are all debts. Song Qingwan smiled foolishly, and didn't listen to her father. She drank the wine in the glass, picked up the jar with her right hand and poured it again, but she couldn't pour it out, the jar was already empty.

Alas, what a pity!

Uh~ Song Qingwan burped and stood up slowly, looking quite steady. Seeing Song Xiaoliu coming to help her, she immediately smiled, "Little brother, my sister's weight is not something you can bear."

Song Xiaoliu paused for a moment, nodded seriously, and went over obediently to help his fifth sister help his third sister back to her room.

Song Qingwan felt that she was not actually drunk. She clearly remembered that she was in ancient times. After returning to her room, she found her bed, fell down and fell asleep.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but I can hear a squeaking and urgent voice in my mind, “Wanwan, wake up! Wake up, there are killers approaching, Dahuang is reporting the news!”

Song Qingwan suddenly opened her eyes. The room was pitch black and the night was quiet. Only the occasional passing carriage in the distance made a rumbling sound, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The sound of horse hooves echoed in the quiet streets, as if it was the only sound on this ancient early winter night.

It was a sleepless night after all. Song Qingwan stood up stiffly, her eyes a little stiff. She was still drunk and had fought zombies for too long in her previous life, so there were some zombie miniatures left on her body.

The dagger swung from space to his hand, and he instantly entered a combat state.

Zhizhi saw that she was about to kill people, and couldn't help but get anxious, "Wanwan, you can't use a knife. This is at home. A river of blood will scare the Song family. No bloodshed, okay? Remember that?"

Song Qingwan turned her head mechanically, stared at Zhizhi for a few seconds like a zombie, and turned back. She did not respond, but she finally put the dagger back into the space and walked out the door.

Zhizhi felt relieved when she saw this. With Song Qingwan guarding the yard, nothing would happen. The only thing she was afraid of was that the enemies would attack from all sides.

So Zhizhi flew to the main house of Song's father and mother again, chirping to wake them up, jumped on Song Dalin's face, and fanned him in the face with its wings without any hesitation.

But Song Dalin did not wake up, and snored as loudly as a pig. Instead, Song's mother, who was in a light sleep, woke up. The lights were on in the main room so that it would be convenient for her to get up at night and feed the baby, so when she opened her eyes, she saw the crazy Zhizhi.

"What's wrong?" Song's mother knew that her eldest daughter's canary was very smart. Seeing it calling anxiously and pointing its wings outside the door in a very human way, as if it could understand what she said, Song's mother's heart skipped a beat.

"Brother Lin, wake up quickly, something seems to have happened." Mother Song twisted Father Song's arm hard, and finally woke him up from the pain.

"What's the matter, Qiu Niang? Do you need to get up at night?" Song Dalin was still a little confused. After all, he had drunk some wine during the day, and he was woken up when he was sleeping soundly. He couldn't wake up for a while.

"It's squeaky, something seems to be wrong, go check it out!"

Song Dalin woke up with a startled chuckle and immediately thought of something, "I'll go check it out, you should also get dressed quickly."

He casually put on some clothes, dragged his shoes and ran. When he came to the main room, he saw that the door was open and was almost scared to death.

Subconsciously looking towards the door, I saw a familiar figure standing in the yard under the cold moonlight. Who else could it be but my eldest daughter?

"Wan Wan, what are you doing?" Going crazy in the middle of the night? Was it too late?
(End of this chapter)