I have a role in the heavens

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 the area close to Lingnan was unable 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 of the previous ten battles, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty Yang Jian did not dare to push too hard. , granted Song Que the position of Duke of Zhennan, and allowed him to retain the 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, the marriages are strictly restricted. It means that if they are well-matched, men can still take concubines privately 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. She sits upright and looks directly at Hou Xibai. Her pretty face is 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 harmful to you? The reputation of your daughter's family cannot tolerate a little stigma?"

Hou Xibai's face was straightened, 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 fair and smooth skin On the skin, a small red pimple aroused.

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.

"My daughter's family will naturally not tolerate damage to her virginity. The worst possible outcome is death!"

Song Yuhua had a strong look on her face and no fear in her eyes. She knew that she was definitely no match for the young Master Hou in front of her. If he was really rude and unruly, she would have no choice but to die.

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 ferocious look 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. With the bright sun hanging high and the sky bright, no one would do anything impolite or presumptuous!

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

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.

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

A trace of sadness flashed in Song Yuhua's eyes. Because of the interests of her family, she married the playboy Jie Wenlong, and she felt resentful and sad in her heart.

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

"It is rumored that Duzunbao Jie Wenlong is a romantic person. He married a charming lady like Miss Song, which is enviable!"

"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!"

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

However, for some reason, although Song Yuhua felt ashamed and annoyed, he did not dislike the young master in white clothes in front of him. He lowered his head and spoke for a long time.

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

As soon as these words came out, Hou Xibai was speechless. This Jie Wenlong is really a weirdo. The woman from the brothel, regardless of whether she is clean or not, is just beautiful and talented. How can she compare with the gentleness and gentleness of the wealthy lady in front of him? Pleasant, graceful and noble, he really doesn't understand the style and is a waste of natural resources.

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

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

"Why did Mr. Hou say this?"

"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?"

When Song Yuhua heard this, she felt a little shy, her face flushed, and she lowered her head in silence. There was no sound in the room for a while, and it was extremely quiet, which made people panic.

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

"I wonder, Mr. Hou, what do you mean when you come here?"

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.

"Ms. Song, can someone send me some snacks to fill my stomach? I haven't eaten anything all day!"

When Hou Xibai left Dashi Temple, he was very cool 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.

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

Song Yuhua nodded and went downstairs. Hou Xibai actually didn't stop him and let him go. Song Yuhua let go of the last worry in his heart. He called the maid Bilan and asked her to send some exquisite pastries. He carried it upstairs. Didn't get away with it.

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

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.

"Young Master Hou has clear eyes and is not a villain!"

Hou Xibai chuckled lightly when he heard this, and did not bother to talk to Song Yuhua. He took the pastry from Song Yuhua's hand, reached out and grabbed a piece of almond cake, threw it into his mouth, and devoured it, not caring about his own image at all, as if he was reincarnated by a starving ghost. Very rude and sweet.

Hou Xibai ate four pieces of pastry in one breath, his mouth was a little dry, but he still couldn't bear 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.

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 finished four plates of pastries in one go, and then he burped. He drank the tea in the cup and sighed with contentment.

"Your cooks are very good at cooking. This is the best pastry I have ever eaten in my life!"

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 not eat or do anything for a day.

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!

"Master Hou, are you joking?"

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

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 Sichuan brocade, embroidered with peonies, and the embroidery was exquisite.

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

Song Yuhua secretly regretted that her daughter's handkerchiefs were personal items and could not be used by outsiders, not to mention that Hou Xibai was still a man.

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh-huh!"

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

"I am traveling this time because I want to paint all the beauties in the world on this folding fan!"

Song Yuhua moved his head slightly closer, lowered his head to look at the folding fan, and murmured curiously and seriously.

"Hakumei fan?"

Song Yuhua stared at the three large characters on the top. The silver hooks and iron paintings are bright and powerful, the squares and circles are regular, and they penetrate into the wood. It is definitely a masterpiece of calligraphy.

Song Yuhua's eyes were as bright as autumn water, and she was amazed. Even the calligraphy of his father Song Que lacked some charm, which made her heart move slightly.

"Master Hou's calligraphy is not inferior to that of Wang Youjun, he is a treasure!"

Wang Youjun is Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy. Wang Xizhi entered the officialdom with the help of his family, and served successively as secretary Lang, governor of Jiangzhou, prefect of Kuaiji, and later general of Youjun. He was known as "Wang Youjun".

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.

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.

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

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

"The girl in the painting is fresh and refined, with a brilliant nature, which is enviable!"

As a lady of a high family, Song Yuhua was born noble, extravagant and exquisite, but she only had her own misfortune. Just like the caged bird, she couldn't even decide her own marriage. She could only follow the family's arrangement and marry Xie Wenlong. Yearning for unfettered freedom.

Song Yuhua exhaled a breath of fragrance, and glanced at Shi Qingxuan in the painting. There was a touch of loss and sadness in her eyes. She could not live like this in her life, and could only be quietly forgotten by the years in the luxurious cage of Duzun Castle. Time passes away, the face becomes withered, and freedom is hard to come by.

"Mr. Hou, I wonder who the girl in these words is?"

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

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

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.

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.

"It turns out she is Young Master Hou's junior sister!"

"I haven't asked you yet which sect your master is a disciple of, and who is your respected master?"

Only then did Song Yuhua remember that she didn't seem to know Hou Xibai's origin, and then she asked aloud, with a hint of curiosity in her clear eyes.

Hou Xibai is a very talented person and is bold. He declares his family status without any cover-up.

"I'm rude!"

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

"My name is Hou Xibai!"

"When I sing Rooster, the world becomes white, I hope that the darkness in the world will be swept away, and the world will be white, and the universe will be bright!"

Hou Xibai had an aura of great ambition and compassion, and was so heroic and majestic that it made Song Yuhua tremble and unable to control himself.

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 heart-breaking to see such a strange man in the world!

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

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

"Yuhua, have you heard me clearly?"

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

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.

"Are you really interesting?"

"I have never heard of a disciple of the Demon Sect like you. Every word you speak is a Demon Sect!"

Disciples of the Demon Sect have always claimed to be disciples of the Holy Sect, while Demon Sect is a disciple of Buddhism. From this point of view, Hou Xibai, a descendant of the Demon Sect, is really not dedicated enough.

Hou Xibai's handsome face was a little flushed, and he was definitely a little embarrassed. He completely forgot about this problem and quickly made up for it.

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

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

"Master Hou, as a disciple of Evil King Shi Zhixuan, why do you make the great wish that the world will be white and the universe will be bright?"

Hou Xibai looked at Song Yuhua, who was smiling coquettishly, and completely gave up struggling. Like an eggplant battered by frost, he lay listlessly on the table, breaking the jar and saying.

"Yuhua, just laugh at me as much as you like. Anyway, my reputation as a scum of the demon sect cannot be erased!"

Song Yuhua felt a little shy when she heard Hou Xibai call her by her given name again. She reached out and pushed a strand of messy hair behind her ears to cover up her strangeness, and joked with a smile.

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

"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?"

Song Yuhua actually has no prejudice against the Demon Sect. Although the Demon Sect behaves in an eccentric and extreme manner, 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 Tao is so popular.

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

"My master is a lunatic and cannot be speculated with common sense!"

"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 heart shivered. Even she had heard of the reputation of the Evil King Shi Zhixuan. There was a sharpening hall among the Song clan, where Song Que retreated. There was a sharpening stone enshrined in it, with more than ten inscriptions engraved on it. These names are all opponents that Song Que thinks he can fight with, including Shi Zhixuan, and he is ranked in the top three among these names, ranking higher than the Grand Master Ning Daoqi, which shows how terrifying and powerful Shi Zhixuan is.

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

Song Yuhua did not dare to overestimate Shi Zhixuan, but just said a few words, with a bit of fear and caution in his expression.

Hou Xibai shook his head, without any awe of Shi Zhixuan, and sarcastically said.

"He is just mentally disturbed. He is afraid that the world will not be in chaos. He just wants to see if I can stir up trouble in the world and let him enjoy a big show!"

Hou Xibai knew Shi Zhixuan's character and style very well. Most of the people in the Demon Sect were just stirring up trouble, stirring up troubles, wishing that the world would remain in chaos so that they could profit from the chaos. No wonder they were attacked by Taoists and Buddhism regarded him as a thorn in his side and kept suppressing him.

Song Yuhua looked at Hou Xibai who was complaining about Shi Zhixuan, and felt that he was really different from ordinary people. Even for a giant of the demon sect like the evil king Shi Zhixuan, no one had any respect. He had a heroic spirit and unparalleled style.