In the silence, Hou Cong's arrogant head turned for the first time.

The white clothes were shrouded in the aura set off by his tall man, and he saw the moon reflected in his eyes, shining like silver. He finally looked at the 9-year-old girl in white. Her thin body was indeed suitable for wearing plain clothes, her buns were well-behaved and smart, her small pointed face, her lips were like half-ripe cherries, and her almond eyes were not big—not like the nasty sky—but they were a little longer than ordinary eyes. Perhaps, it was this little bit that made her originally delicate and dignified face have a layer of awe-inspiring demonic aura and chill.

This girl is very good-looking. Hou Cong thought. It makes people look at it and want to see it again.

Because of this, he resolutely looked away from the monkey-like face of the sky—he was probably the most handsome monkey, and his eyebrows and eyes really looked like that girl. It's just that the facial features are bigger than those of my sister, and they look bright and public. It is precisely because of the similarity of the brother and sister that Hou Cong has an extra layer of annoyance for some reason. He was a little tired from keeping his head in a twisted position, so he simply turned his whole body around slightly.

Just this one action, like a dragon and a phoenix, has no sound, but it shows incomparable noble energy and good martial arts foundation. Hou Cong was very satisfied with himself, and his voice was also condescending: "Nonsense." I am already a general of the imperial court, so I naturally have to compete with the generals. ”

"You're just messing around," Changkong is out of the way, and he has to go back and be beaten up today, so it's better to tease Hou Cong and make fun of him, "Who is my father, don't I know?" Don't you know? He must let you, he must release the water, it's not fair. ”

Hou Cong sneered, "Hmph, let me?" It's just your despicable and sinister villain's insight. Chang Qi grinned, and hurriedly counterattacked: "Although I am a villain, you are not a gentleman." Compete with a bunch of his grandfather's subordinates. Although it is better than what glory? ”

Hou Cong was even more annoyed, and his brows furrowed, "Then what do you mean, I compete with a yellow-haired girl, and I am a gentleman?" Changkong saw that he was on the road, and hurriedly continued to arch the fire, "What yellow-haired girl?" You haven't seen it, have you? Lonely and unheard, right? My sister is a tyrant in Picture Screen Lane, kicking and sweeping in all directions, raising her hand to treat disobedience. You don't even inquire, you don't even know the latest news and top news in Datongcheng, what kind of general is Wuwei! ”

"You!" Hou Cong pressed his hand on the sword.

"What are you, my sister, this person, simple, upright! Definitely won't let you! I absolutely don't know how to write the word waterproof! Only such a contest can reflect the solemnity of today's ceremony. Changkong stopped at the right time, mastered the rhythm, lost no time, turned back to the old general Hou and his wife on the main seat, and smiled obediently. Yu Wenxing and the guests in the audience hurriedly followed, and found that General Hou nodded again and again, and stroked the wine glass in his hand, and let out a sigh: "What Changkong said makes sense. You have followed me for many years, and you can't help but love the house and Wu, and love Cong'er too much. Let a few tricks of things, inevitably, inevitably! Today, Cong'er has received the emperor's grace for the sake of my Hou family's command of the army for generations and to continue to be loyal to the court. What he will control is naturally the dolls of the younger generation, what is the meaning of comparing with you? Yu Wenxing, you go back to your seat, add wine, watch carefully, and let the children practice a game. ”

"Grandfather!" Hou Cong's voice was completely cold, there was no anger, and there was no desire to argue, it seemed that he was just informing General Hou and everyone present of his decision, "I will soon follow you and learn the way to govern the army." General Yuwen and other uncles and uncles are not old, and the time to fight with me will be long. I want to take on their challenge. If you think that your uncles and uncles will release the water, then spend another quarter of an hour, or make rules, or make a penalty contract, or find a few fair referees, in short, I will only accept the challenge of the generals. ”

After saying this, Hou Cong moved his steps, crossed the white clothes, and walked back directly towards the main seat. The corners of his clothes touched the little hands of the white clothes, the satin was cold, and there was a cold aroma in the air. Changkong caught a glimpse of a flash of relief in his father's eyes.

"Alright." Yu Wenxing thought secretly.

"That's not going to work," Changkong also thought secretly, "I just played it in vain."

He looked at Hou Cong's handsome and steady steps, had a new idea in his mind, and hurriedly said to Bai Yi in a loud voice: "Sister, the eldest prince was close to you just now, you should see it thoroughly—do you think you are sure to defeat him?" ”

"Brother, I saw it clearly just now, and I'm sure."

"How many moves?"

"20 strokes."

"To what extent did you hit him?"

"He called him Daddy."

Bai Yi's answer landed, and the audience gasped. Hou Cong's body that was about to sit down also froze.

"Dad" is a word that Bai Yi learned only when he went to the north. In Chengguo in the south, young masters and young ladies pay attention to serving with beautiful girls, a good-looking, ingenious girl, and the price is ridiculously high. Going out is the façade, and when I go home, I will accompany the pampered sons and girls to live in the courtyard of the deep house, a piece of clothes and temples, the prosperity of the southern country, and the beauty of the world.

The rules in the north are different, especially for the young masters, in order to prevent them from falling into the gentle township early, the family was taken care of by their mothers when they were young. After the age of 10, his body began to change a little, and it was not even appropriate for his mother to serve him closely, so he replaced him with his mother's husband, the father. The fathers of the young masters are all as strict as tigers, thundering and angry at every turn, and fighting when they are hanged, purely the style of the northern military aristocracy, just to hone the talents of generations of pillars. The dads are all amiable. Playing the pampered sons of children can be regarded as making up for the lack of family affection.

A naughty ghost like Changkong has a unforgiving mouth and teases others, which is "beat you to call Dad". It means that he was beaten too badly, and he called his father to come over and apply plasters, and by the way, he was a coquette.

Yu Wenxing didn't smile or cry on his face, but only held back one sentence: "What kind of bastard words is this?" This must have been taught by the sky, wait for Daddy to go back and kill him. Don't talk nonsense in the future! ”

No one paid attention to Yu Wenxing, and everyone's eyes were all focused on the most petite figure in this courtyard - white-clothed, his eyes were like the deep water of an icy lake, and his small body was glowing in the moonlight, like a budding flower, attracting people to look at it again and again, but it could kill people.

Hou Cong pulled out his sword, and in an exclamation, he flew in an instant, and the white clothes pushed his brother away from the sky, and his slender body took a few steps back, avoiding the first wave of attacks, and at the same time pulled out the saber of his adoptive father, Yu Wenxing, who was already stunned, and then, the defensive position turned into an offensive, and counterattacked Hou Cong, who did not restrain his movements and continued to attack. Her seemingly simple blocking action dissolved Hou Cong's moves, and the sword and sword were against each other, and there was a loud sound. Then, the little elbow in white slammed directly into Hou Cong's wrist at an incredible speed as he withdrew. Hou Cong only felt a tingle, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground. He quickly fell into a panic and his steps were all out of order, because he had never met such an opponent since he practiced martial arts. He had only one goal in mind - to reclaim the sword.

Hou Cong went to look for the sword, Bai Yi was not in a hurry, holding a long sword almost as long as his own height and made several beautiful moves in a row - the goal was also unique, preventing Hou Cong from getting the sword on the ground. After a few moves, Hou Cong broke out in a cold sweat, seeing that the white clothes seemed to be like cats playing with mice, and when he had enough, the white porcelain little hand picked up his sword, and he was the mouse.

Hou Cong's gaze followed the movements of the white clothes, from the sword on the ground, to the dead girl who attacked him-she was still so good-looking, not in a hurry or slow, but the chill in her eyes was deeper and more unfathomable. She is now a two-handed sword, like the Limbo Fairy, like the Moon Palace Assassin.

"Good!" The sky screamed.

Bai Yi directly threw away the two swords, forming two good-looking white rainbows. At the same time, towards Hou Cong, he deceived himself.

"What are you going to do!" Hou Cong shouted out a line that he regretted for ten years, and was thrown to the ground by the white clothes. He only felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and this fairy-looking terrible woman sat on the weakest part of his waist and chest, raised his fist and slammed it into the face.

The moon hangs high in the sky. In the moonlight, her skin was like congealed cream, and a few tiny, scattered strands of hair flew away from her bun and floated beside Hou Cong's face, but she had never really touched it. Deep in her small, pointed jaw, at the bottom of her tender neck, there was a black mole that tickled and wanted to be touched.

All the guests have left their seats, not knowing whether to applaud or laugh – or cry?

It was Hou Cong who cried - he was finished, he was beaten by a woman, and he was in full view.

Yuwenxing, who came to his senses, rushed over, kicked away Yuwen Changkong, who was jumping and jumping, clapping and reading smoothly, wrapped his hands around the white clothes, and moved her away like a small flower pot.

In Hou Cong's heart-rending cry, the old man Huang, who had long been distressed, rushed out of the verandah, the father of Hou Dagongzi.

"Daddy." Hou Cong shouted. This sound fell on the ears of the guests. Changkong raised his head, and the audience burst into laughter.