"What did you say?" The man didn’t hear clearly.

He changed to "Hector even … where is the master bedroom?"
"Turn left from the atrium … hurry up, hurry up!"
Zong Jin grumpily got up and walked to the atrium with the jars in his arms. His face was agitated and he couldn’t wait to buckle the jars directly in He Lianheng’s head. When Zong Jin walked in, it was the opposite of laughter outside.
There are long Aoki trees planted on both sides of the atrium. He looked up for a moment and the jars in his arms floated with bursts of wine, which matched the scene perfectly.
Zongjin hesitated for a moment and suddenly uncovered the cover.
The mellow smell of wine suddenly exploded in his nose, which is really a hero. Who doesn’t like to drink two pounds? He is no exception. He even deserves to drink such a good wine? He thought so much that he looked left and right, and when he saw the well in the corner, he evoked the corners of his mouth, lifted the jar and took two gulps.
"… Ha Shu" He couldn’t help but sigh "That’s not bad … Have another drink"
In an unguarded moment, half an altar of wine entered Zongjin’s stomach.
He warmed up and his face was especially burning. I didn’t expect this wine to be quite strong. Usually, he didn’t blush at both jars. Zong Jin muttered and ran to the well in a good mood to pour half a bucket of water into the jars.
"You’re so happy when you’re old and dead, so you can buy you fake wine." He waved the altar and said to himself with a smile.
Zong Jin, still in his thin white dress, waddled deeper in the quiet courtyard.
He Lianheng’s residence is very recognizable. After crossing the atrium, there are two rooms left. One room is on. Guangzongjin walked to the door and proudly debuted "to bring wine to the master."
"Jin"
The man in the room pushed open the door with a low answer, and a lamp was lit in the room, and the light danced according to the tea table and chairs; At the other end, the man with the window sill wide open leans against the window lattice, holding a wine dish made of ivory in his hand and looking at the deep night outside to drink slowly.
The altar at his feet seems to have drunk a lot.
Is this He Lianheng? Why is it not the same as He Lianheng he knew before?
On the battlefield, he confronted Helianheng’s armor, wearing a crown, although he was not as handsome as Wei Chilan’s god.
But now he has a dark purple shirt in front of him, and his face is as pale as paint and ink, and his eyebrows are slightly frowning.
Zongjin held his special fake wine and cocked his head for a long time before he stepped into the house.
When he was drunk, his dizziness was also aggravated at this moment. He didn’t even realize that he seemed to be drunk, so he walked to He Lianheng’s side.
He Lianheng didn’t look at him again. He naturally handed out the wine dish and motioned for him to pour.
He knelt down and stared at his eyes. The wine dish diverged into two, four, six … Wait, do men drink and return bowls? That’s not manly, is it?
See people haven’t moved for a long time. He Lianheng turned his head and looked slightly embarrassed. "What are you dawdling about … it’s you"
He remembered that he had sent a cheap little girl early.
The name is still written on the skirt, called Zongjin.
Is this moment ZongJin and early appearance has changed-his face flushed intensely staring at HeLianHeng hand wine dish eyebrow wrinkled sichuan word eyes fierce as hell.
A moment later, Zongjin finally moved.
He suddenly slapped off the wine dish of Helianheng and suddenly pushed the jar in his hand to directly promote Helianheng’s arms. "If it is a man, don’t grind it."
“……”
-is he drunk?
He Lianheng looked at his face with interest and tried to see something similar from his face. It’s a pity that Zong Jin and the man are not at all similar except for their eyes.
It is inevitable that the man is dead.
See HeLianHeng slow to drink completely lost his mind ZongJin rictus more impatient "you drink not to drink, you dare not drink? Are you afraid that the old man will poison you? Waste "
After he scolded, he robbed the jar from He Lianheng’s arms. He looked up and began to pour wine from his lips. His neck was wet and his skirt was wet. Before He could speak to He Lianheng, he hastily stopped and stretched out his tongue and scolded, "What the hell is this fake bar?" Mixed with a few jins of water ….. "
Like a complete portrait
He Lianheng was drunk for six points. At the moment, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Zongjin’s every move was exactly the same as that of that man.
As arrogant as arrogant.
He couldn’t help but reach out his hand and slowly put his palm on his face. The other person looked at him dully, and his hand seemed to be very different. He also reached out and touched his face.
He Lianheng asked softly, "Who are you?"
"Huh?" Zong Jin said, "Old … is someone who wants you to bow down …"
After that, his body somehow seemed to be as hot as being stripped of consciousness. He involuntarily bullied himself and approached He Lianheng. "What are you drinking here? Shouldn’t you be happy?"
"… what am I happy about?"
"I’m glad your nemesis is dead." Zongjin cried unhappily instead and hung around with the jars. "Then you can’t get into Xiaoshan Weichi’s house from the imperial spring. Now suspection.i must want to swallow Shangzhou and Yuzhou for leisure …"
He talked for a while, as if he were more dizzy because of his brain, and he almost leaned forward uncontrollably
Then he plunged into HeLianHeng arms.
"… how can I be happy that you are dead?" He Lianheng said dumb and caught him conveniently. "How can you … die like this …"
They seem to be talking, but they are totally different.
He Lianheng hug some petite ZongJin hug his weak shoulders in slightly drunk hazy stripped his clothes to show white shoulders, but ZongJin suddenly broke free from his arms and quickly pulled the clothes away "Come on, it’s a man …"
"… this is what you said"
[If you have something to say, give it to the pure for nothing, don’t do it for nothing]
The third chapter began to give away for nothing
Wei Chilan is not close to women-he likes to fight on horseback when he is stubborn. In less than twenty years, he inherited the position of Wei Chi’s family leader and began his perennial campaign.
When he died, he was only twenty. If he were someone else, he would have had his wife and concubine in the room, but he was alone.
But Zongjin is different from Zongjin, who has long been set up to be a slut.
This body treats desire quite frankly, so it can’t help but raise its head and let its sworn enemy leave traces on his neck fossa, throat and collarbone. He is so bold that he put his hand on He Lianheng’s shoulder and hooked his hair while twisting and playing, shouting, "Your hair is very soft."
He Lianheng one leng is more and more interesting "How dare you"