Reborn Empress Loves Farming

Gu Qianqian and others are looking carefully. Suddenly heard the voice of Yanhong slowly spread from downstairs to the front of the room, "Song ye can not come for several days, I'm afraid to forget Yanhong."

"I've come to see you. Come and have a good drink with me!" A heavy male voice sounded.

"It's Song Xian!" Song Jingzhi heard the voice, could not help but clenched his fist and said.

Gu Qianqian quickly and tightly held song Jingzhi's sleeve and whispered: "don't be impulsive. Success or failure depends on it. "

Song Jingzhi tries to suppress the idea that he wants to rush out and question Song Xian. He knew that he could not do it. Even though his anger and reluctance were burning his heart, he still suppressed the thoughts in his mind into the pain of his fingernails deeply embedded in his palm.

The door opened with a "squeak", and Yanhong was swept in by Song Xian. Song Jingzhi looked at the door through the gap of the screen. Song Xianzheng put his left hand on the waist of the girl. His right hand raised her chin and said, "let me have a look. Well, I haven't seen you for a few days. Hong Er is more beautiful. "

He also took the scarlet hand and rubbed it incessantly. He scraped the scarlet, tender and white skin with his rough and swarthy hand, with an indecent look.

With a sweet smile on her face, she walked to the wine table in the bend of Song Xian's arm. She pretended to be careless and glanced at the screen. When she saw that they didn't show any flaws, she was relieved. Only in the heart of how to deal with Song Xian.

Song Jingzhi stares at Song Xian's every move through the gap behind the screen with a sneer in his heart. Looking at him, his stomach was full of fat and his face was red, as if he was a little fatter than before.

What's more, the Song family's industry is prosperous, rich and powerful, and now it's all in his hands. How can he not get fat.

Here, Yanhong poured the wine and handed it to Song Xian. He said with a smile: "Song Ye hasn't come to Qinfang building to see my family for several days. Today, I have to have a good drink." Song Xian took it over, drank it down, and said with a smile: "that's nature, that's nature." Then she pulled Yanhong closer and sat beside him.

Yanhong is deliberately coy, pretending to be a little girl's shy posture, which makes Song Xian's heart itch and quarrel. Yanhong poured the wine for Song Xian and said, "I haven't had a few mouthfuls of wine, so I can't sit down?"

Yanhong took up the wine cup and said: "Song Ye wants me to come and sit down, so I'll have three cups first."

Yanhong gives Song Xian the wine cup with a charming look. Song Xian laughs and does not refuse. She grabs Yanhong in one hand and drinks three cups with the cup in her hand.

After a few glasses of wine, Song Xian's face became more and more ruddy. Yanhong then chatted with him for some free time, and kept persuading him to drink. The bright red or coquettish, or feint anger, or flattery, or flattery, coax Song Xian heart, let her drink.

Yanhong is familiar with Song Xian. She knows that he is a good drinker and dare not act rashly. A pot of wine to see the end, Yanhong will call into the little girl to add a pot.

"Well? Why did you add another pot At this time, Song Xian was drunk, but his mind was still clear. He always came here to drink only one pot and never added more.

Seeing Song Xian's doubt, Yanhong quickly said, "this pot of wine is not enough to moisten your voice. I'm not drunk yet. Is master song going to be compared by a little girl? "

Song Xian said with a smile, "you are very interested today. Well, more wine! "

At the moment, Yanhong poured wine for Song Xian, and at the same time, she took Pipa to sing some little songs at will. Song Xian is getting drunk as he drinks. Obviously, he leans on the back of his chair, squints at Yanhong playing the pipa, and beats the music with one hand on his thigh.

After the screen, song Jingzhi saw that Song Xian was addicted to wine and sex, so he was extravagant and licentious. He was even more furious when he thought that all this was what he had gained after he framed himself and occupied the Song family. He could not help but clench his fists tightly, but he did not pay attention. When he touched the screen in front of him, the hexagonal silver bell hanging on the corner of the screen rang.

Song Jingzhi suddenly wakes up and refuses to move. Gu Qianqian and others were also startled, holding their breath and listening to the movement in the room. They must have heard the ringing of the silver bell.

Song Jingzhi secretly regrets that he was not careful. If Song Xian finds out, he will fall short of success. And Gu Qian watched the figure in front of the table warily, wondering what to do if Song Xian really came and found it.

Yanhong, who is playing Pipa at the table, hears the sound from the screen and knows that they accidentally bump into the screen. Her heart immediately goes up to her throat. Afraid of what song Xian found, he deliberately raised the decibel to sing. However, although Song Xian was already eight Fen drunk, he still heard the news over there.

"What's going on?" Song Xianqi looked at the screen strangely, stood up wobbly and wanted to go to the bottom. Seeing this, Yanhong quickly put down her lute, stood up and said, "it's just the sound of the silver bell blown by the wind. Song Yesheng is so powerful and tall that he cares so much about these little things. "

Song Xian hesitated. Yanhong came over with a glass of wine. Her face was full of spring, her hairpin was loose and her eyes were full of beauty. "It's worth a lot of money. Let's go on drinking."

Yanhong's voice is as soft and charming as spring water. Song Xian sees that she reveals this state of mind, and he embraces Yanhong. Yanhong sits on Song Xian's lap and feeds the wine into Song Xian's mouth.After the screen, Gu Qianqian and others were relieved.

Here, Yanhong saw that Song Xian was getting more and more drunk, so she got up again and went to his back. She hung her shoulders and pressed her neck for him. Song Xian drank a lot of wine, and he was very tired. After being massaged by Yanhong, he felt comfortable.

"Mr. Song, your family is one of the richest in our family. There must be a lot of affairs at home. How hard is Mr. Song?" Yanhong intentionally or unintentionally leads the topic to song Fu.

"Well, it's up to the people below to take care of all those things." Song Xian answers lazily with his eyes half closed.

"By the way, Mr. Song," Yanhong asked in a casual manner, seeing that Song Xian was drunk and unprepared, "how come your nephew, Mr. Song Jingzhi, has not seen you for a long time?"

After hearing this, Song Xian gave a cold hum and said with disdain, "his father is dead. Even if I didn't kill him, he still wants to inherit the Song family's property. Hum, there's no way."

When Yanhong saw that she was talking about this festival, she followed Song Xian's words and asked, "so you set him up and drove him out?"

After drinking, Song Xian didn't even think about it, so he replied, "of course. The boy was useless. I just used a little method to drive him out. Now this song mansion belongs to me alone. "

At this time, Song Xian was drunk and unprepared, so he said this and laughed happily.

After hearing Song Xian's words behind the screen, song Jingzhi couldn't restrain his burning anger any more, and rushed out from behind the screen in a few steps.

Song Xianzheng leans on the back of his chair and enjoys the gentle massage of purplish red. He complacently talks about the evil things he did at the beginning, but he doesn't want to hear a sudden sound from the screen. Before he can react to what happened, a man in cloth rushes to him. The purplish red behind him is so scared that he looks pale that he even steps back to the wall.

Song Xianqiang opens his eyes and looks at him. His eyes are full of anger. The man staring at him like he's going to blow fire is his nephew song Jingzhi.

Song Jingzhi couldn't bear it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Song Xian! You are my second uncle, my father's brother! You are not afraid of retribution when you do such a thing before my father's bones are cold! "

When Song Xian saw that song Jingzhi suddenly jumped out, he was stunned at first, then sneered and said, "who should I be? It turns out that I was the old master song. Unfortunately, you are not my song family for a long time. It was my mercy that saved your life that day. It's not so far away

Song Jingzhi clenched his fist, his face was red and blue, and his tendons were fierce. He glared at Song Xian and cried, "my father treated you well at the beginning, do you deserve him?"

After the screen, Jiang Hanming sees the two arguing. Song Xian is still so ungrateful that he can't see it. He just wants to go out and have a theory, but Gu Qianqian pulls him and signals him to wait and see what song Xian will say. He Liangwen also restrained his anger and looked at the two people in the room through the gap of the screen.

At this time, Song Xian looked at Song Jingzhi's anger, but he didn't think so. He leaned back in his chair, cocked up his legs, slowly picked up his glass, and coldly said, "Song Jingzhi, I advise you to leave here now, I may be able to spare you again. Otherwise, you won't be as lucky as last time. "

Song Jingzhi was even more furious when he heard this. It turns out that song Jingzhi didn't leave Shiqu immediately after he was expelled from the Song government. Instead, he was unwilling and tried every means to clear up his grievances and take back his property.

Once upon a time, in the Song Dynasty, song Jingzhi was always lenient and respectful to his father. He thought that the servants and girls in the house would believe in themselves. So one night, he slipped in through the back door of the song mansion. I found the girl who used to serve my father, Wanqing.

"Wanqing, Wanqing." Song Jingzhi lowered his voice and hid most of his body behind the bush. He poked out his head and called to Wanqing, who was washing tea cups in the backyard.

Wanqing hears someone calling her, but he looks back but doesn't see anyone. Just when he is surprised, song Jingzhi reaches out a hand and waves it at her. He is eager and has to call her in a low voice: "Wanqing, it's me."

Then she saw that the old clothes hidden behind the bushes were the young master of the Song Dynasty. As soon as the late Qing came forward, he suddenly remembered that Song Xian was in charge of the song mansion, and song Jingzhi was no longer the young master. Not to mention that he secretly poisons and murders the master, just remembering Song Xian's attitude towards song Jingzhi, she does not dare to have anything to do with song Jingzhi for fear that she will be driven out by Song Xian.