Lady’s Jade Flower, Hundreds of Beautiful Pictures

Song Yuhua has a beautiful face, with a look of surprise. As Song Que's daughter, she admires and even worships her father. Song Que is indeed worthy of respect. His martial arts realm is unpredictable, and his military skills are even more unfathomable.

It was amazing. Back then, Yang Guang led an army of hundreds of thousands and was defeated by Song Que in ten battles and ten decisive battles.

However, Song Que also knew that being close to Lingnan was impossible to resist the Sui army that had become overwhelming, so he had no choice but to surrender. However, relying on the prestige of winning ten battles in ten previous battles, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty Yang Jian did not dare to push too hard.

, granted Song Que the position of Zhennan Gong, and allowed him to retain his army, which can be said to be a prince.

For a high-ranking family like the Song family, especially for the beloved daughter of the head of the family, Tian Dao Song Que, marriages are strictly restricted. It means that if they are well-matched, men can privately take concubines according to their own likes and dislikes, but women cannot.

This kind of freedom can only be given to designated people according to family arrangements.

Because of this, Song Yuhua married into Duzunbao. Her husband, Xie Wenlong, was just a romantic dandy who favored both men and women. Song Yuhua was very disgusted, but because of her family and father, she had to endure it.

"Although Mr. Hou has great ambitions, he should not underestimate the heroes of the world!"

Song Yuhua also has the appearance of a high-ranking lady, dignified and gentle, with a gentle temperament, noble and elegant, sitting upright, looking directly at Hou Xibai, her pretty face full of dignity and solemnity, admonishing Hou Xibai not to be too arrogant.

Hou Xibai became more and more interested in Song Yuhua's performance. He was an uninvited guest. Not only was Song Yuhua not afraid, but he started chatting with him. Was he really not worried that he would hurt her at all? His courage was better than that of a man, and he was so angry that he deserved it.

She is Song Que's daughter.

"Miss Song, aren't you worried that I will be detrimental to you? The reputation of your daughter's family cannot tolerate any stigma?"

Hou Xibai straightened his face, his eyes were cold, his face was full of ferocity and coldness, his eyes were like swords, he looked Song Yuhua up and down, which shocked Song Yuhua, as if he felt the sharp and unbridled gaze, the white and smooth skin

On the skin, a small red bump arose.

Song Yuhua took a deep breath, looked directly at Hou Xibai with clear eyes, her expression remained unchanged, without any sign of fear, her courage rose, and she said solemnly.

Song Yuhua glanced at Hou Xibai, and her heart became more and more sad. The doting tone was what she dreamed of. What girl is not pregnant with spring, looking forward to meeting her lover in this life, and growing old together day and night.

After a long time, Song Yuhua raised her head again, looked curiously at Hou Xibai, who was silently drinking tea, and asked softly.

"Master Hou, are you joking?"

"Then Jie Wenlong's pair of moves are actually blind?"

"I am a disciple of Shi Zhixuan, the evil king of the Demon Sect, aren't you afraid?"

As a lady of a high family, Song Yuhua was born noble, extravagant and exquisite, but she only had her own misfortunes. Just like the caged bird, she couldn't even make the decision about her own marriage. She could only follow the family's arrangements and marry Jie Wenlong.

I long for unfettered freedom.

Song Yuhua's expression moved slightly, her clear eyes were filled with ripples, and she looked at Hou Xibai a little puzzled, waiting for his next words.

Hou Xibai handed the handkerchief back casually. This is the square handkerchief of his daughter's family. It is of great significance and cannot be kept privately.

Song Yuhua raised his head slightly, glanced at Hou Xibai, who was a little disappointed, covered his mouth and chuckled, charming and youthful, he said with a smile.

Hou Xibai wiped his mouth casually, looked at the stains on his hands, and was about to wipe it away from his white clothes.

Hou Xibai looked at Song Yuhua, who had his head lowered, and chuckled. He was a little surprised by her reaction and asked curiously.

"Senior Evil King has a profound realm and his actions are hard to figure out!"

When Hou Xibai left Dashi Temple, he was very smart and decisive, but he forgot to prepare some silver, and it was difficult to go back. At the end of the day, he was really hungry and uncomfortable.

Hou Xibai sighed with emotion, with a bit of pity in his eyes, which made Song Wenhua feel a little puzzled and asked softly.

"Why did Mr. Hou say this?"

"Yuhua, have you heard me clearly?"

Hou Xibai listened to the beating sound of the woman's heart next to him, smiled and said.

Song Yuhua quickly stopped Hou Xibai's movement, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and handed it to Hou Xibai. The handkerchief was made of fine Shu brocade, embroidered with peonies, and the embroidery was exquisite.

"Miss Song, you are so brave and you really did not disappoint Hou!"

Hou Xibai chuckled lightly when he heard this, and did not bother to talk to Song Yuhua. He took the pastry in Song Yuhua's hand, reached out and grabbed a piece of almond cake, threw it into his mouth, and wolfed it down, not caring about his own image at all, like a starving ghost reincarnated, eating

Very rude and sweet.

Hou Xibai ate four pieces of pastry in one go, his mouth was a little dry, but he still didn't want to stop. He raised his head and glanced at the tea on the table. Song Yuhua stood up, walked to the table, and poured him a cup.

Song Yuhua smiled even more heartily, staring at Hou Xibai with bright starry eyes, looking very funny. Seeing the depressed look on his face, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Mr. Hou, why do you need to tease a woman like Yuhua? It's really boring!"

"Whoosh!"

When Song Yuhua heard this, she showed curiosity. Judging from Hou Xibai's appearance and demeanor, he didn't look like a child from the poor world. How could he not even eat these pastries that he was accustomed to!

"He left this extremely young wife at home alone and actually fell in love with the vulgar girl from the brothel. Isn't he blind?"

"My master is the evil king Shi Zhixuan, the big devil. Aren't you afraid?"

Hou Xibai's expression was indifferent, and he did not show the humility of ordinary people when he praised Song Yuhua. He was very calm and natural. This performance made Song Yuhua even more admirable.

"This is a stupid girl, she can be considered my junior sister!"

Song Yuhua didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was so relieved about this uninvited guest. Maybe he had suppressed too much in his heart and had been restrained for too long. This unexpected person brought extremely ripples and waves to his peaceful life, so he felt this way.

So be it.

There was a faint smile on Hou Xibai's lips, a bit of disgust and doting in his eyes, but his tone was exceptionally gentle.

Song Yuhua reluctantly looked away from Shi Qingxuan's portrait, her eyes full of envy and wonder, and she said with inexplicable emotion.

Song Yuhua actually has no prejudice against the Demon Sect. Although the Demon Sect behaves in an eccentric and extreme way, he is not an irrational lunatic. He can mess with everyone. He has a lot of cooperation with the aristocratic family members, and the relationship is not bad, but there is no Confucianism or Buddhism.

It's just that it's so popular.

Song Yuhua breathed a sigh of relief. She just had to bite the bullet and say such strong words. Now she saw that Hou Xibai was indeed as she expected. He was not the thief who picked flowers and stole fragrance. He was just scaring her.

Song Yuhua sighed, and a faint fragrance filled the air. This was a woman with a delicate appearance and a delicate heart. How could she not see the difference when Hou Xibai talked about girls.

"Are you really interesting?"

Song Yuhua's eyes moved and stopped at the light and free figure. With a simple outline of pen and ink, he painted the elf-like charm of the girl. Song Yuhua even felt the breeze in the mountains in this painting, free and unrestrained.

The freedom, mixed with the fragrance of soil and vegetation after the rain, is refreshing and refreshing.

"I am a disciple of the Huajian Sect of the Demon Sect, and my master is the Evil King Shi Zhixuan!"

Hou Xibai had a strange expression when he heard this, looked at Song Wenhua curiously, and asked with some confusion.

Hou Xibai rolled his eyes, recalling the scene from that year in his mind, and couldn't help but complain.

"Master Hou, you truly deserve the title of scum of the Demon Sect!"

Hou Xibai opened the folding fan in his hand, pointed at the fan in the blank space, and said softly with clear eyes.

Hou Xibai's words are definitely not false. This is the first time he has eaten cakes in this reincarnation. Although he has no worries about food and clothing in Dashi Temple, if he wants to eat some exquisite snacks, it is completely overthinking. Buddhist ascetic practices are not a joke.

For fun, even presiding disciples like Hou Xibai need to abide by the precepts, combine Zen and farming, and do not do anything for a day or eat for a day.

"My name is Hou Xibai!"

"Actually, Hou Mou came here this time for Miss Song?"

Hou Xibai put down the tea cup in his hand, did not answer Song Yuhua's words, stretched out his hand to touch his empty belly, and asked shamelessly.

Song Yuhua's eyes were as colorful as autumn water, and she was amazed. This kind of calligraphy, even his father Song Que's calligraphy lacked a bit of charm, which made her heart move slightly.

Song Yuhua lowered her head, but there was still shock and surprise in her eyes. Hou Xibai was the only man she had ever seen in her life who was not inferior to her father Song Que. He was even more heroic, free and easy, and handsome.

He beat Song Que by three points. It was heartbreaking that there was such a strange man in the world!

"Young Master has great ambitions, which is admirable!"

"Xie Wenlong doesn't like a lady like me who likes to hang out in Goulan tile houses!"

Song Yuhua looked at the pitiful Hou Xibai, chuckled softly, and covered his mouth with his hand, feeling amused that this uninvited guest could be so funny, making people laugh.

"I'm rude!"

Song Yuhua's face turned red, and she glared at Hou Xibai in shame. This young master Hou looked so clear and heroic, but he would actually discuss such private matters with his daughter's family. It was really rude.

Hou Xibai was slightly startled, and looked up at Song Yuhua, who was blushing with shame. He took it as if nothing had happened, wiped his mouth and palms, and showed no abnormality.

"Only when we met today, we found that the rumors were untrue. Miss Song is still Yunying. This Jie Wenlong is even more admirable than Liu Xiahui!"

Hou Xibai seemed to have learned the face-changing skills of Sichuan and Shu. When he heard Song Yuhua's words that he would rather be broken than destroyed, the cold and fierce expression on his face instantly dissipated, revealing a flirtatious look, as if to relieve the solemn and embarrassing atmosphere.

He showed a shallow smile, and the cheerful sunshine seemed to sweep away the darkness and coldness in one fell swoop. The bright sun hung high in the sky, and the sky was bright. How could anyone do anything impolite and presumptuous!

"Miss Song, she is indeed the eldest daughter of Song Que from Heavenly Sword. Her personality is most similar to that of her father. She is soft on the outside but strong on the inside. She is a hero among women!"

"I wonder, Mr. Hou, what is the purpose of your coming here?"

"Master Hou's paintings are unparalleled and admirable!"

"I'm really curious. As your master, the Evil King didn't think about cleaning up the family when he heard that you had such ambitions?"

Hou Xibai raised his head and drank it all, then immersed himself in working with the pastries. From time to time, he took the tea cup brought by Song Yuhua and took a sip. Hou Xibai ate four plates of pastries in one go, and then he burped.

He drank the tea in the cup and sighed with contentment.

"When I became a disciple, I informed him of my ambition. Not only did he not blame me, he actually found it very interesting!"

Song Yuhua's face felt hot for a while, and she tried her best to appear calmer, pretending that nothing had happened and stuffed the handkerchief back into her sleeve again.
To be continued...