Chapter 52： One night singing (2)

The middle and the body are the blood of the quiet king. Maybe... maybe..."

She turned to the light and looked in the direction of Meng Zhongguang. The tone was slightly expected: "Is the brother told you why he is..."

"The brothers don't want to mention, how can I ask more." Meng Zhongguang took out his handkerchief and wet it with hot water. He printed it on Xu Xingzhi's cheek. "I don't know what happened at the time. When the brothers were in trouble, I am not at Fengling Mountain at all."

The author has something to say: in addition to the heavy light, the name of each character has its origin~

Today, this poem is Wen Tingjun’s "Sitting Friends".