The so-called "changing clothes" is just to make it easier. But in Song Yuanji's opinion, Song Yuande deliberately blocked him, but the reason was sufficient, and he couldn't get angry.

That's it, let him go.

Song Yuande seemed to be drunk and almost didn't stand firm, but fortunately, he shook it a little and returned to normal. There were Jiangxia King's personal soldiers who stepped forward to help, but Song Yuande was lame since he was a child, and he didn't like others to support him the most, so he angrily pushed people away and went straight to the backyard.

In the circular corridor in the backyard, there is a graceful beauty, it is Xue Bei'er. Xue Bei'er could no longer express her excitement and surprise in words. Her most coveted calligraphy and painting are now lying quietly in her arms, like a remarkable storyteller, wordlessly telling the joys and sorrows of her master and the sad past.

Whether it is Tang Cengfei's wild grass "Persuasion of Wine" or Guo Ke's regular script "Mountain Worship Post", whether it is Ni Dajiang's "Mountain Ghost Picture" or Su Miaomiao's "West Lake Boating Picture", they can all be beautiful to people's hearts and drunk to people's dreams.

Xue Bei'er was stupid, and she completely became a drowning person, unable to extricate herself.

Li Jiangnan, who was in charge of taking care of the painting scroll, was still holding two paintings in his hands, and flattered people with a smile: "It is said that Miss Xue loves calligraphy and painting, but I didn't expect it to come to this point." Miss Xue, I remember that there are two paintings and calligraphy presented by the generals, who forgot, it seems to be a beautiful picture, Miss Xue wants to see it?"

Looking at the quality of several paintings and calligraphy in his hand, Xue Bei'er guessed that the beauty pictures that have not yet appeared will not be ordinary. She said: "If the general can make it easier, the little woman is grateful." ”

The voice was soft and beautiful, and Li Jiangnan said it very comfortably. He didn't dare to delay for a moment, threw away the calligraphy and paintings, turned around and was about to go out.

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"Hey—" Xue Bei'er couldn't help but speak.

"How?"

Xue Bei'er hurriedly picked up the calligraphy and paintings that had been discarded at random, and blamed: "How can these treasures be placed at will? What should I do if they are dirty?"

Li Jiangnan mentioned that Xue Bei'er had re-packed the calligraphy and paintings, stuffed them into Xue Bei'er's arms, and then hurriedly walked out.

Xue Bei'er Nahan, Jiangxia Wangfu Military Wuli Mansion, the female general of his family married, did not send swords, bows and crossbows to cater to his preferences, and sent some celebrity calligraphy and paintings, did not know how to appreciate, did not know how to cherish, and ruined the heavens!

But then again, if it weren't for this coincidence, how could she feast her eyes?

Putting away the complaints, Xue Bei'er opened Ni Dajiang's "Mountain Ghost Picture". The mountain ghosts written by the previous generation are more than wild, lack of aura, or open breasts, or blue-eyed brown hair, or tiger head and leopard tail, just hunting, nothing new, but Ni Dajiang's mountain ghosts are not like this.

It is not so much a "mountain ghost" as a "mountain spirit". The girl in the painting is not wearing a tiger skin gown, but a pure white Luo skirt. She wore a curtain and a soft white gauze covering her thin shoulders, but her beautiful face was revealed by the breeze. She has a duck egg face, long eyebrows and sideburns, handsome eyes, thin lips and pink neck, and cloud sideburns flying. If it weren't for the fact that she was in the mountains and forests, with a tiger behind her, people would think that this was a beautiful lady.

Xue Bei'er's fingertips gently touched the beauty's dress and eyebrows, and touched the tiger's slender beard and colorful patterns, as if touching an indescribable dream.

The sweet dream ended in the hand of a man who was not rough, and when the hand was attached, Xue Bei'er was really startled, and the smell of wine that immediately rushed over made her even more uncomfortable.

Xue Bei'er raised her head and bumped into Song Yuande's confused eyes. She was shocked, and hurriedly stood up, and the calligraphy and paintings that were originally placed on her body were scattered all over the ground, and she couldn't care about being distressed.

Qi ...... His Royal Highness the King of Qi ......" Xue Bei'er's face suddenly turned red.

Song Yuande threw the fan in his hand casually, pulled his neck and collar wider, and said while approaching Xue Bei'er: "Miss Xue, are you afraid of this king?"

Xue Bei'er pretended to be calm, laughed dryly, and said, "How can it be?"

"Then what are you hiding?" As he spoke, Song Yuande had already forced Xue Bei'er into the corner of the corridor, leaving her cornered.

Song Yuande was very hot, this kind of heat stirred his mind uncontrollably, and the anesthetic effect of alcohol made him even more confused. Xue Bei'er always kept his distance from him, he was not happy, he thought, if the raw rice is cooked now, will things be smoother in the future? Thinking about coming to the Xue family for the sake of Xue Bei'er's reputation, he will not publicize it, but will only stuff his daughter into the Qi Palace's mansion like a leper dog, and at that time, he will be embarrassed to refuse!

The more I think about it, the happier I become, and the more I think about it, the more emotional I become. Song Yuande hugged Xue Bei'er, like hugging a poor kitten.

"Little Kitten" Xue Bei'er still had the ability to push at first, hoping that Song Yuande would come to his senses and not do anything excessive, but in the next second, she was restrained by Song Yuande, and her faint hope came to naught.

Xue Bei'er shouted: "Help, brother, brother, save me!......"

But the sound of the silk bamboo orchestra and the sound of song and dance completely covered the scream of help, and in front of Xue Bei'er's eyes, only the despair of the world was spinning.

Song Yuande was still a little afraid when he heard Xue Bei'er's call, he also thought about what to use to block Xue Bei'er's mouth, and when he found that the faint sound was as insignificant as air to the people at the banquet, he became even more unscrupulous.

His soul seemed to have turned into a vicious beast, eager to eat the soft and weak little girl with pear blossoms and rain into his stomach in one breath. He didn't take it lightly, and recklessly tore Xue Bei'er's Luo skirt, which was as thin as a cicada's wings.

Hiss - most of the beautiful skirt was ripped off, revealing the girl's fair-skinned and slender calves. Peel off one of her azure embroidered shoes, revealing the silhouette of delicate little feet. Then he tore the fabric on his chest, and the sound of the crisp cloth breaking was so beautiful and so inducing.

Xue Bei'er was still crying, her voice was so helpless, and it was so touching Song Yuande's lust. Song Yuande thought that when Xue Bihe came to kneel and begged him to marry his daughter tomorrow, he would not be embarrassed, and he would definitely agree.

I can't bear it, I can't bear it, Song Yuande has already taken off his coat at a certain time that he can't remember, and he thinks the following things are logical.

Before it was logical, a huge blue and white porcelain vase smashed down on his head, and it snapped!

Song Yuande was completely unprepared, he was smashed and fainted, and before he closed his eyes, he saw the small figure that he had despised for seventeen years, and put the cloak on his body over Xue Bei'er. Behind that person, fresh blood is flowing.