Chapter 168 The Fox’s Beginning, Star Lan [Two in One, please subscribe, please give me a monthly ticket!]

Although in front of Ulysses, Li Yao boasted about conquering the flowers and butterflies.

But in fact, Li Yao did not have such a strong desire to conquer the flower butterfly.

Just a butterfly or an insect, just do it, if it doesn’t work, don’t work, just let it go.

No matter how bad it is, it is okay to catch a few cat ear girls and talk about life and art?

As a result, when it comes to the stage of appreciating poetry, Li Yao actually passed the level with Shenyu's wife's poem...

I used my wife's poems to sing, and the copywriter's work is nobody else to do this.

But the question is, Li Yao himself can't understand this poem, so why did it attract Hua Die's attention?

Is there any sentence in this poem that has anything to do with the beast girl or the butterfly?

Or is it that the more difficult it is to understand and pretend to be, the more you can pick up girls?

Jufeng thought he had heard something wrong, so he opened his mouth and wanted to ask Li Yao, but was afraid of missing a precious opportunity, so he hurriedly grabbed Li Yao's arm and hinted at him wildly.

Li Yao understood:

"This girl is my friend. I have been interested in Huadie's piano playing skills for a long time. I want to go in with me and listen to the music. Is it OK?"

The maid was in a little embarrassed.

After all, the nine beast ladies on the top floor have always served one-to-one, and there has never been a precedent for serving multiple people.

While hesitating, an elegant and transparent female voice came from the wing room located in the west:

"It's okay."

I leaped up with a sniff of wind and endured my expressionless face. In fact, I was already full of joy.

She stared at Li Yao with a strange look on her face, and she never expected that she could really pick up girls by writing poetry.

Or is it that Hua Die has long been conquered by Li Yao's domineering spirit, and even if he writes a limerick poem, he will pass?

Then, the maid led Li Yao and Jufeng to Huadian's private room.

Huadian's wing is located directly west.

There is a waiting tea room at the outermost part of the wing room. Sometimes there will be queues when there are too many people.

But now, there is not a single person.

In the middle is a private room for listening to strings.

The windows in the private room are bright and clean, and the light entering the window screen is faint purple, with a little cherry-colored look.

The spiritual energy is smooth all around, and some shade-loving flowers and plants are planted on the windowsill, emitting a faint fragrance.

Li Yao and the wind were waiting in the private room.

The maid went to the inside to call the butterfly.

Li Yao sat in front of a long-standing desk with exquisite workmanship.

On the carved long table is placed with chess boards, tea, wine and a stack of peanuts.

There was only one guest's mat, and Li Yao sat cross-legged on it with unscrupulous slap.

Jufeng simply sat next to the long table, waiting with a sip of wine and peanuts.

The butterfly is coming soon.

When I saw that I was a gentle woman with a light body and a soft body, I was easily pushed down.

The figure is a little taller than Jufeng, and the curves are not too prominent, but they are very symmetrical, especially the small waist that looks like a thin willow. It is very soft and glutinous when you hold it, and it has a floating feeling of being pushed down.

Wearing a lilac veil, it is semi-transparent and very seductive.

The fairy clothes are like butterflies' wings, and the red hairpin is like butterflies' touch, giving people a light and elegant feeling.

He looks delicate and lovely, but he doesn't smile.

The facial features are relatively simple and delicate, perhaps it is not as good as sucking the wind, but it has the temperament and aura of an artist, which makes it subtly extra points.

Li Yao looked at it for a long time and confirmed that he had never seen this woman.

But she always feels that her temperament is strange, as if she has encountered it somewhere.

Looking closely, her physique is not as pure as a beast girl, and it seems that she maintains her human form by a beast core in her body.

Based on physical condition, this woman is somewhat of a bit of practicing, although not strong.

The maid Maoer took Hua Die out and turned around and left the private room.

Hua Die saw two people coming to the court for the first time. Her eyebrows were slightly shocked, and she immediately regained her plain temperament and bowed slightly to the two.

"Hua Die has met Mr. Li Yao and Miss Jufeng."

Suddenly, I was shocked by the wind and jumped up from the long desk.

Li Yao signed his name after the poem, and Hua Die knew his name, which was very reasonable.

But why do you know her name?

"Miss Huadian knows me?"

Jufeng asked curiously.

Hua Die smiled lightly, her expression was like she was not smiling.

"Miss Jufeng is a regular visitor to Jiuxiang Pavilion. Besides, if you pay a little attention to the recent cosmic news, it is difficult not to know Miss Jufeng, right?"

He held a short pipe and sniffed in a chic manner.

"Then you haven't really known me yet."

The butterfly walked around the wind and nodded slightly at Li Yao.

"Ulysses is actually a very gentle person, Mr. Li Yao, don't be surprised."

"It's okay."

Li Yao nodded generously, but unexpectedly Hua Die knows Ulysses quite well.

Huadian poured two cups of tea for Li Yao and Jufeng.

"I have also heard of Mr. Li Yao's affairs. When I saw him today, who would have thought he would be so handsome and write a good poem."

Li Yao also believed in the level of Shenyu, but he didn't know what was good about this poem, so he deliberately asked Huadian:

“What’s the good thing?”

It seems to be very modest.

Hua Die stood in front of the window with her hands in her arms, asking calmly:

"Have Mr. Li ever seen Di Xing's begonia forest?"

"I have only seen crabapple flowers."

"What's the difference with the crabapple flowers elsewhere?"

"The crabapple flowers of Dixing are ancient varieties."

Li Yao said truthfully.

Huadian's eyes were calm and the corners of his mouth were slightly rippling.

"Just like the last monkey in the poem? Mr. Li means that there is a sword saint who inherited the ancient will and will judge the gods as the sword holder in the near future."

Li Yao shook his head instinctively.

"It's too arrogant to judge the gods..."

Huadian was stunned.

"Didn't it written by Mr. Li himself?"

"Ahem."

Li Yao coughed twice and did not dare to respond.

Huadian said again:

"As for 'giving the universe', it is probably because someone wants to create an eternal world and make himself a real god. Is it right, Mr. Li?"

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean."

Li Yao responded awkwardly, but he was thinking in his heart, is it because Chen Yu wants to become a god?

"Mr. Li used the sword saint to describe himself. Who is this crazy man who writes quickly?"

Flower butterfly continued.

Li Yao's awkward explanation.

"The sword saint is not a self-evident self-report, but also a god is a fool. Poetry is not a prophecy, just a **."

Flower butterfly smiled.
To be continued...