The Silent Concubine [Mute Slave]

Chapter 159 - Eighteen Touch

Hong Lian has been tossing and turning on his bed for two hours and still hasn't fallen asleep. When he walked into the courtyard, he saw Song Qing sitting in the rain pavilion and could smell the pungent smell of wine from afar.

Hong Lian wandered over, Song Qing only gave him a cold look when he saw it was him and turned his head away.

"Yeah, Master Song is drinking wine to ease his sorrow.... An embroidered shoes kicked away the already empty wine gourd on the ground, Hong Lian sat next to Song Qing and held out his hand.

"Give the slave a sip as well."

Song Qing ignored him and smothered another big sip on his own, Hong Lian saw him in this drunken state, probably already half-drunk and slightly tipsy, then reached out and snatched the wine gourd over, craning up his neck and gulping.

When the strong wine entered the stomach, Hong Lian coughed so hard that his brains hurt and his eyes were red with tears.

"Cough, cough, cough, Master Song, are you drinking or killing yourself? Cough...

Lian couldn't drink such strong sorghum wine, so he stuffed the gourd back. Song Qing remained silent and chugged himself another mouthful.

Hong Lian leaned in and raised his eyebrows, smiling wickedly: "So you're not afraid that I'll drug you this time?"

Sure enough, Song Qing's hand stopped for a moment, and the guard on his face flashed, but the wine was brought by him, and Hong Lian wasn't capable of tampering with it in front of him.

"How come you're not talking? The night is long, and so is the wine.... Hong Lian fanned his slightly hot face with his sleeve and said, "Why don't Master Song just pretend to be drinking wine with slave for fun, and I'll talk to you?"

"Talk what?"

Song Qing opened his mouth and sprayed wine fumes on Hong Lian's face, causing him to cover his nose and retreat.

"Say, um....let's talk about that little vixen you've been dreaming about."

"Don't you dare talk about him like that!" Song Qing shouted, his tongue wide and vague, "He, he's the best person in the world."

Hong Lian laughed and asked, "How is he better? Better than a slave?"

Song Qing side-faced over and scowled with slanted eyes: "How can you compare yourself to him!"

The look in his eyes was as if he was looking at a sparrow that was self-defeating and vainly trying to compare itself to a swan.

Hong Lian smiled even more and grinned, saying: "That may or may not be true, slave is not necessarily worse than him slave can do a lot more."

"He knows music, chess and calligraphy....even his master praises him as the son of the heavens, a once-in-a-century occurrence."

Song Qing's gaze was long, and when he thought of Lian'er, he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

Hong Lian sneered and tossed his sleeves disdainfully: "I know how to play and sing, can he sing Eighteen Touch?"

Song Qing's drunken eyes were confused: "Wh....What eighteen touch?"

"Listen ha! Cough.... Hong Lian cleared his throat and sang at the top of his lungs, "Give me your hand, and touch the sister's head...then touch the sister's ass, then touch the sister's top......

Song Qing was still a little confused, when Hong Lian sang about her ass, he realized it was a song about a prostitute. Song Qing was so ashamed and angry, he shook off Hong Lian who grabbed his hand to show him.

"You, what's that you're doing?! Shameless!" Song Qing angrily said, "I'm talking about a nobleman's skill!"

"Making a flute and blowing a flute?" Hong Lian said proudly, "That's even more of a no-brainer, isn't Master Song well aware of that?"

Song Qing's face turned red for a moment, choked by him and unable to speak for a long while.

"You think he's like you? He's humble and gentle and polite, and you're full of a brothel nastiness! You, you....you're not even worthy of lifting a shoe with him!"

Song Qing's tone intensified in anger, he was truly angry with Hong Lian, and comparing Hong Lian to Lian'er was all insulting to Lian'er.

"Oh! No wonder you were trying to dig into the Zhenbei King's wall before, you're good at this......

"You're talking nonsense!"

Song Qing only saw some of Lian'er on Shen Yu, and a few points of similarities were enough for him to treat Shen Yu with extra care to console his own longing.

"If he had lived, he would have been the purest man in the world, perfect as the wind.......

"Hey, the slave sees you as a lover. What's the point of having so many beauties?" Hong Lian said, "No matter how much you miss him, it's the slave who ends up sleeping with you~ have you done that with him?"

Song Qing snorted, not being able to talk for more than half a sentence, he and Lian'er used to be inseparable, but he couldn't talk to Hong Lian, and this was the difference.

"That little bamboo horse of yours might have been reincarnated as a ghost, so don't even think about it~"

"Shut up!"

Song Qing finished cursing, his temples twitched, and his head began to ache from all the alcohol he was drinking.

"Lian'er-Lian'er.......

If only he was still alive.

Song Qing looked gloomy and was in deep pain and self-recrimination, but he wasn't there anymore, and perhaps like what Hong Lian said, he had already died in body and soul. If he was by his side at that time, he would have been fine......

Song Qing's eyes were red, he will never forget the scene where Lian'er's family was destroyed and his entire family beheaded......