The last rays of the setting sun have sunk into darkness, and night has come.

The first star rose in the distance, unreachable.

Feng Xiaowu stopped and looked at the star quietly, the expression on his face was no different from when he stood quietly under the ancient tree just now, looking at the yellow leaves of the mountains.

Now that the work is done, he doesn't have to restrain himself.

He stood in the autumn breeze, looking at the distant stars, as if thinking about something.

At night, the wind is colder.

He lowered his head and looked at himself dressed in white.

White as snow.

The blood didn't spill onto his clothes, but he knew he had killed three more.

He really doesn't like to kill.

Killing people was not a pleasant thing for him. He no longer felt the excitement and excitement after the victory of killing.

The sky was dark, but it was not completely dark, and there was still a deep and mysterious blue in the distant sky.

The distant stars on the horizon are in the deepest mystery of the deep and mysterious blue.

Wind Dance looked at the twinkling star. The stars are uncertain, but they are so bright that people's hearts are clear.

Inadvertently, a smile appeared on his face.

When a person is away from home, only such a view can make him feel truly calm.

The bright evening star, just like her eyes.

Her eyes were far brighter and brighter than the evening star.

The flickering evening star seems to contain countless affections.

The affection in her eyes was far thicker than that of this night star, much thicker.

Feng Xiaowu looked at this shining star with a smile, and the sword-like coldness in his eyes had long since disappeared, leaving only a lingering tenderness.

He looked back at the windswept ancient road, was silent for a moment, and sighed long: "Maybe it's time for me to go back." ”

He had wanted to go back for a long time.

From the resentful gaze he felt behind his back when he parted, he already wanted to turn back.

He did not want to separate, but he had to separate.

In addition to those things that had to be done, there was himself.

He had been wandering for too long, and he was tired of such a fluffy life.

But it wasn't his home, it was someone else's.

He has no home, no home at all.

The days they had seen each other were too short, but the days of parting were too long and too long, so long that he often wanted to rush out of the inn where he had just stayed, into the stables, and whip his horses, and into the long night, to the place which he had long been familiar with.

It's always at night, and the urge becomes more intense and unbearable.

But he restrained himself.

Because he knew that what was out there at the moment had to be done, otherwise he would never be able to break through that barrier.

That natural barrier.

But he also made an appointment with her that he would go back to see her every month.

As soon as he thought of her leaning over his ear, softly pouring out her deep thoughts, and her pair of water-cut eyes that were more moving than the evening stars on the horizon, he would feel a sense of happiness and serenity that he had not had for a long time.

Her voice is so soft, her voice is so gentle.

Her eyes are really beautiful, so beautiful.

As soon as he thought of her, he ......

He closed his eyes, trying to hold back, but he couldn't help it, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But it hasn't been for two months.

This time, he didn't go back for two months.

It's not that he doesn't want to. He thought, he thought so much, he thought so badly.

But he couldn't.

Late at night a month ago, when he returned to that place again, facing the familiar courtyard and tall buildings, there was an inexplicable fear in his heart, as if the fear that had evacuated his soul from his body in an instant.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, and he even felt inexplicable. But the oppression of fear made it difficult for him to even breathe. He bent down, and there was an urge in his throat that kept instigating.

He almost threw up.

He didn't know how to explain it to himself. So he fled, fled, fled, fled from that place, from that place where she was.

Perhaps deep down, he clearly understood why he had such fears. It's just that he didn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it.

He gradually realized that he would never be able to live such a life, and he would never be able to give her such a life, such a quiet and stable life.

He has always longed for him to give her the same life, and he firmly believes that he can do it. But at that moment, when he faced the elegantly carved door wall and looked at the trance-like red light in the verandah, the deep powerless inferiority complex hidden behind his firm self-confidence broke out in an instant, and it turned into a huge wave head-on him.

He hadn't thought about it, but he was really scared. He didn't know why he was afraid, but he really couldn't think of it.

So he fled, like a mad dog.

It was only now that the fear gradually disappeared from his heart, and he thought of going back again.

He was determined to go back this time.

He sat down, whipped his whip, and struck his horse.

The healthy horse neighs, and the horse's hooves leap.

As soon as the yellow dust rolled and flew away, the people had gone away and disappeared under the evening stars on the horizon.

Only this time, will he really be able to go back?

O wandering prodigal son, who else can understand this contradictory and painful heart but yourselves?

The rain keeps flying, and the acacia gets stronger.

Layers upon layers of never-ending light yarn, layer upon layer.

She stared at the light veil in the distance, and there was a glint in her clear eyes.

The end of the world is slim, and the autumn waves are broken. Where are the people?

If people haven't returned, why not?

She gently wiped the light from her eyes and sighed faintly.

People lean on tall buildings and look at the end of the world.

People break their bowels.

The pain of lovesickness is heart-wrenching, and she understands all the souls and dreams. It's just that she doesn't understand how long she has to wait.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her:

"Miss, the master has come to order again, and it seems that the master is really angry."

Sima Yan sighed and said softly, "I know." ”

Tang Tang didn't speak again, just looked at Sima Yan.

Her lips were biting so tightly, too.

She looked at Sima Yan's back, looked at it for a long, long time, but still didn't say the words on her lips, and retreated without saying a word.

The feast was pompous, and the lights were bright.

Zizhu Villa is full of joy.

The rain, which had been going on all day, finally stopped. In the courtyard, the tent is painted, and the voices of people are boiling. This autumn rain did not wash away this joy, but only made it more noisy.

Sima Xiang lay on a specially enlarged Taishi chair, admiring the magnificent scenery presented to him, and accepting the blessings offered to him by everyone who came here.

The courtyard of Zizhu Villa is sevenfold. This is the biggest and most ambitious one.

The people who came to this banquet were all distinguished people, either famous men or heroic guests. Even Huang Tianjiao, the joint chief gang leader of the 23 gangs in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, Xiahou Kongwu, the head of the Xiahou family at the head of the five major families of martial arts, and the head of the Laoshan famous Chixia Dao, all came to congratulate Sima Xiang on his 40th birthday.

Now, Sima Xiang is wearing a kind and approachable face, but he has a confident smile unique to the head of the family.

His self-confidence is all taken for granted.

He is the current head of the Sima family. The Sima family is a well-known martial arts family, but its influence in today's rivers and lakes is by no means covered by the four words "martial arts family".

Sima Xiang is six feet eight inches tall, with a handsome and burly figure, and every muscle in his body still maintains the robustness and toughness of his youth due to long-term unremitting and arduous exercise. The muscles on his body were not relaxed, but his temples were slightly white. But that doesn't mean he's starting to get old.

Whoever thinks he is old is not only ridiculous, but also stupid.

He just came back from Yandang Mountain three months ago, and together with Lu Dong Sanjie, he leveled the 38th village of Yandang. Last month, he fought with the Kunlun School's highest swordsmanship, the Kunlun Famous Mansion Shiyazi, on the top of the Great Bright Mirror.

At that time, in Kunlun, there were only five people who could go up to watch the battle. Because in Shi Yazi's eyes, there are only five people who are qualified to watch his swordsmanship.

The five people are Master Konglun, the head of Shaolin Nanzong, Mr. Ding of Wudang School, Yi Fengyang, the head of Emei, and Master Huanghua and Master Wutong of Putuo Mountain in the East China Sea.

These five people are all the leading figures in today's rivers and lakes. These are the only five people who watched the battle, and of course only they knew the victory.

None of them announced the results of the sword fight at that time. However, after this battle, Shi Yazi and Sima Xiang became friends of Lan Xiang.

Shi Yazi, whose eyes have always been on the top of his head, and even flying above his head, would actually become friends with Sima Xiang, who was a generation later than himself, and Shi Yazi took the initiative to make friends.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose. At least for Sima Xiang, victory or defeat doesn't matter.

Since then, his status in the rivers and lakes has been higher, even higher than Nangong Jian, the head of the Nangong family.

The elite and majesty in his eyes have never weakened, and the weight of his words has become more and more important in the rivers and lakes.

This is all his hard work, relying on himself, in this troubled rivers and lakes.

In the rivers and lakes, not only the name of the Sima family is like thunder, but the name Sima Xiang can also turn the rain and clouds.

Every successful man must be accompanied by a woman.

He also had a wife, and he had a wife.

His wife had left him, forever.

The only thing his wife left for him was the jewel of his palm, his most beloved daughter.

He used to be able to love two people, but now his daughter is his only love.

His wife died young, and he did not have another room.

It's not that the daughter doesn't agree that he has another woman. He didn't ask his daughter about it, because he never thought of it that way.

Many people don't understand why he didn't marry another wife, and then give birth to a son, expand the bloodline of the Sima family, inherit the martial arts of the Sima family, assume the honor of the Sima family, consolidate the status of the Sima family, and plan for the future Sima family.

Even if it weren't for this, a man like Sima Xiang should have a woman by his side.

Many friends who cared about him introduced him, and one friend even introduced his daughter to him.

His friend's daughter was two years younger than his own.

He just smiled at these things, and then politely declined them all.

He always told his friends that what a man can do, a woman can do too. Men can practice martial arts, and women can also practice martial arts, and they will never be worse than men.

Those who heard his words thought that he had passed on all the essence of martial arts to his only daughter. In the martial arts family, this is an inevitable thing, and it is a conclusion that can be reached without thinking about it at all.

However, he did not teach his daughter anything, except to invite a gentleman to teach her to read. Usually, she just let her read books, practice calligraphy, appreciate flowers, and learn to be popular, and she didn't let her touch the wooden figure in the martial arts training room at all.

Even on his daughter's seventh birthday, he accompanied her on a Wooden horse ride all day.

He didn't teach his daughter to practice martial arts, just because her daughter said that she didn't like to practice martial arts and didn't like to learn these kung fu skills.

He didn't force his daughter, and he didn't even tell her the reason, but agreed to her idea.

In his opinion, the healthy and strong growth of his daughter is what he wants to do for her.

But he is the head of the Sima family after all. This kind of practice, which everyone in the rivers and lakes thinks is unethical, will actually appear in Sima Xiang, who is regarded as a close friend by Shi Yazi.

No one could have imagined that Sima Xiang, the head of the Sima family, Sima Xiang, who was disrespectful and admired by everyone in the rivers and lakes, would actually indulge his daughter so much.

His only descendant, the only continuation of the Sima family.

Could it be that he was ready to let the Sima Yi clan begin to decline in his next generation?

Nobody knows.

In fact, he never forced his daughter to do anything. He gave her whatever her daughter wanted, and he didn't let her do what her daughter didn't want to do.

He has always tried his best to make her happy every day, never exerting a little majesty on her, only giving her care and love as a father.

His daughter is also very well-behaved and obedient, and she is very good at pleasing him. In addition to not knowing martial arts, in his opinion, he is simply a model for all daughters in the world.

He has always been grateful to his wife for keeping such a daughter for him, and he has always been proud and happy that he has such a daughter for himself.

Whenever he talks about his daughter, he can't help but smile on his face. Now he still has a smile on his face, but unfortunately he doesn't smile in his heart.

Today is his fortieth birthday. All his friends came, and people who weren't his friends came by all means.

But his daughter didn't come. He had sent for two calls, but they didn't come.

It was the third time he had sent someone to call, but he didn't know what it would be.

The one who called has already returned, but the one who wants to call is still delayed.

This is the first time that Sima Xiang has lived to be forty years old to arrange a birthday feast for himself. He has never arranged a birthday feast for himself, and he has always believed that it is not something to celebrate when people live as they get older every year, but today he celebrates his years for the first time.

My father held a birthday feast for the first time in his life, but as a daughter, he refused to show his face, what does it look like?

He's always been a very patient man, but now he can't control his temper.

Although this morning, as usual on his birthday, his daughter sang a song to him, danced a dance, accompanied him all day to do what he liked, relieved his sorrowful state of mind when he was a year older, and this year he also gave him a hand-woven silver rat shoulder as a birthday gift. In the vague impression that he was extremely happy, his daughter cautiously asked if she could not attend tonight's feast, and he agreed decisively as usual, but now he began to regret it.

…… It's okay to regret your daughter, right?

Of course there is no problem. It's that as a daughter, she doesn't come to her father's birthday party, which is really the problem.

And this banquet wasn't held to celebrate my bullshit age, it was held for her, so it can't be regarded as a regret at all!

Thinking of this, he immediately forgave himself. So he began to lose his temper again with peace of mind.

It seems that I have indulged her too much in my daily life, and I must not continue like this in the future.

It wasn't until now that he realized that he usually indulged his daughter.

In the future, I have to think of a way to cure her bad problem of doing whatever she wants.

Only now did he think it was a bad problem, and he didn't think about who cultivated it.

In the distance, the lights are shining, and the lights are shining, but there is still no figure of the daughter.

He finally couldn't hold back his emotions and wanted to find a reason to quit for a while, and then go to call his daughter in person, and teach her another lesson by the way.

Just as he had already figured out his reason and was about to get up, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance with the lights dimmed.

Gently, like a figure in a dream.

Everything has subsided.

Everywhere one goes, everything has been calmed.

The jubilation, the uproar, the shouting, the long laughter, all have subsided.

Some of the high rollers here have boasted that they have seen the most beautiful woman in the world, and they have seen it from head to toe. No matter what kind of woman you meet again, you will never be tempted again.

But now his breathing has stopped.

No one made a single sound. No one makes a single sound anymore. The slightest sound in front of this person at this moment will be felt by anyone as a faux pas, even blasphemy.

Beauty that has never been seen before, beauty that has never been imagined.

I never thought that there would really be such a beautiful person in the world in front of me.

The long hair flowed with the wind, flying with flowing brilliance under the shadow of the Ye Ye lamp, pulling the throbbing in everyone's hearts.

It was like a dream, a gentle and sweet dream—she walked and floated away like a dream.

Her eyes were bright and clear. In the bright and clear eyes, there was not a single silk to be found, but pure and clear, pure and pure. It is purer than the most gentle water lotus in the summer lotus, and clearer and purer than the loneliest stream of snow in the winter valley.

No one expected such a pair of eyes.

And this pair of eyes still exudes such intoxicating eye waves. More intoxicating and intoxicating than the thickest wine, the softest spring breeze.

Her eyes ...... It's really pretty, it's beautiful.

Sima Yan pursed her lips and lowered her head and walked towards Sima Xiang.

She walked faster.

More and more people turned to look at her. And the moment they turned their heads, they never took their eyes off her.

Her already red face became more and more red, redder than the wine in front of Sima Xiang's seat, and even more intoxicating.

She doesn't like others to look at her, but others can't help but look at her.

She only likes to be alone looking at her.

In her heart, thousands of eyes in the world could not match a glimpse of this person. Even if this person stared at her all day long, without even blinking her eyes, she would not mind in the slightest, but felt so happy.

Under the bright light, the little red face lined with the big eyes of the water spirit, so that the young master who had already realized his rudeness couldn't help but continue to look at it.

When she walked up to her father, her face burned with fire. She didn't speak, just bowed gently, and sat down beside her father.

She didn't dare to speak, and she didn't dare to look up. As soon as she raised her head, she could see countless eyes converging on her face.

This long-standing gaze made her want to get under the table.

Sima Xiang looked at everyone sitting down.

All eyes had taken their eyes off themselves and converged on his side—his daughter beside him.

Today is his birthday, but all his scenery has been robbed by others.

But he didn't care, didn't care at all, but was overjoyed.

Because it was none other than his daughter, his favorite daughter, who robbed him of his scenery.

His purpose for holding this banquet was for this moment. He also knew that as soon as his daughter appeared, it would inevitably be this scene.

He wanted to tell everyone in the world how beautiful his daughter was.

He was proud. He is something to be proud of, and he should be proud of. Anyone who has such a daughter will not be unaware of the joy of pride.

Sima Xiang smiled and said to everyone in the silent courtyard: "This is my daughter. ”

The words were like a series of mysterious spells that pulled everyone back from their loss and then took their eyes off him.

Of course, they are all aware of their gaffes. However, when they looked away, there were still people who couldn't help but want to look back again, and then twist their heads further.

Anyone who hasn't seen this scene with their own eyes would never have imagined how funny it would be.

The focus of the feast was no longer the heroic Sima Xiang, but his daughter Sima Yan.

Although the eyes of the gathering had long been scattered, Sima Yan could always sense that there were still people secretly watching her.

She has never practiced martial arts, and naturally she will not practice the so-called eyesight of the Jianghu people. She could feel that there were so many people secretly watching her.

She didn't want anything now, she just wanted the feast to end quickly. Although it was a bit rude to her father to think so, she really couldn't bear the gaze of this pestle.

People who were next to Sima Xiang or not by his side tried their best to find Sima Xiang to say a word - by the way, talk about his daughter. She only smiled politely and replied simply. But as soon as this man was gone, the next man came to him.

She had been sitting here for half an hour. After only a few moments of sitting, she couldn't eat a bit, and now she felt like she was about to collapse.

Fortunately, by this time, the feast was about to end.

But she really didn't want to delay any longer, it was literally killing her. She made a casual excuse and got up to salute, wanting to leave her seat.

But as soon as she turned around, Sima Xiang took her hand.

Sima Xiang smiled and said, "Come to me an hour later." ”

"Got it!" Sima Yan hurriedly responded and walked quickly outside the court.

When she walked out, she still felt the greedy gaze behind her, just like the men who knew that the spring light in front of her was about to fade, and she did not hesitate to expose her true nature.

She walked out of the courtyard, turned the moon gate, and entered another courtyard, and all eyes were cut off the moment she turned.

After all, the human eye cannot be bent.

Sima Yan leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief. Stand up and slowly wade into the silence of the courtyard.

Treading lightly in the soft moonlight. The sycamore swayed slightly in the autumn wind, making a swaying sound.

The sound of the sycamore is cold. The wind on the autumn night is so cold, and the moonlight in autumn is so cold.

She suddenly felt so lonely.

Recalling all the various eyes at the banquet, her heart became even more lonely.

Thousands of eyes, but that one ......

Sima Yan sighed faintly and looked at the cold moon in the sky that was as vague as a dream.

Leng Yue was silent, Leng Yue was silent.

People have not returned, and they have not returned.

People have not returned, where is the return?

Under the starry sky, the young man was using all his strength to control the angry horse under his crotch, galloping on the dirt road wilderness autumn lantern.

The sound of chariots, the neighing of horses, the sound of prostitutes and concubines, and the sound of sedan chairmen trampling are all gone.

It's already a sub-hour.

The servants are cleaning up the excitement and prosperity of last night, and their faces and mouths still have the joy and jubilation left over from last night.

The jubilation has not yet dispersed, but the feast has dispersed. The guest has also left, but Sima Xiang has not left.

He was sitting at a large round table, and the amber wine from the pot flowed into the two large white porcelain bowls on the table.

He was still fighting with Xiahou Kongwu.

The wine is a 30-year-old Shaoxing flower carving, and it is the batch of wine that Sima Xiang personally locked into the wine cellar and treasured for many years.

If Sima Xiang takes out the good wine that has been treasured for many years, there is only one possibility.

He's going to drink with his friends, and best friends.

At the banquet, he drank wine, but now he drinks Huadiao. But miscellaneous wine is still a piece of cake for Sima Xiang, who is now in the age of no doubt.

Xiahou Kong Wu sat beside him, his eyes were beginning to blur, as if he was already a little drunk.

Sima Xiang looked at Xiahou Kongwu, who was already a little shaky, and said with a smile: "Brother Xiahou, why did you start getting drunk here?" If even the ability to drink alcohol begins to regress, I'm afraid that you, the head of the five great families, will have to give up to Nangong Jian. ”

Xiahou Kongwu pushed the dishes on the table and said angrily: "Who said I was drunk? Even if I drink 300 bowls with you, I won't get drunk, but you say I'm drunk? ”

Sima Xiang laughed: "If you are drunk, you are drunk, what's the use of getting drunk and crazy at the plate and cup?" I remember you didn't drink that badly before, why, are you starting to get old too? ”

Xiahou Kongwu waved his hand: "It's not those stinky women who are pouring wine into me one by one, so that you can take advantage of it today." ”

Sima Xiang said: "You drink too much, do I see less than you?" You've got your woman pouring you wine, and all the visitors here are pouring me wine, so could it be that the people here are not as good as the women you brought? ”

Xiahou Kong Wu sighed: "Don't say it, it's really possible that it can't be compared." Have you looked carefully at the women I brought? ”

Sima Xiang smiled: "How could I not look carefully? Who doesn't know that your Xiahou Kong Wu turned over the river and the sea with one hand, and the seventy-two swords are only the second, and the ability to play with women is the first. Your swordsmanship may not be the best in the world, but your sense of smell for women is unmatched, and even Mr. Jian Er, who visited the six Qinglou in Yangzhou that night, has to give you two points. It's hard for others to look at the woman you find. Even if I am blind, knowing that you brought a woman, I will definitely find two eyeballs to put on first. ”

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "So did you see the woman with a red mole on the corner of her mouth?" ”

Sima Xiang smiled: "I saw it." ”

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "How is she?" ”

Sima Xiang narrowed his eyes, narrowing until there was only a slit left, but he didn't speak.

Xiahou Kongwu laughed. slapped his thigh, suddenly straightened his face, and said: "If you want to beat her idea, then I suggest you dispel it as soon as possible, I will never let this woman out." ”

Sima Xiang smiled: "When did you see me beat your woman's idea?" ”

Xiahou Kongwu drank all the wine in the bowl and sighed: "The women I brought, you give them a little wine, you can do whatever you want to them." But ......"

Sima Xiang picked up the wine jug and filled a bowl for him: "But? ”

Xiahou Kongwu sighed again: "But this woman is simply a big wine barrel." ”

He suddenly stopped, thought for a while, and said, "It should be said that it is a large sea tank, and the wine barrel is not comparable." ”

Sima Xiang looked suspicious: "This woman is really so capable of drinking?" ”

Xiahou Kong Wu sighed, this was the third time he sighed: "How can it be? This woman's name is Scarlet Xia, and the first time I saw her was in Yuhuaxuan......"

Sima Xiang smiled: "It's these broken places again." Be careful if you get caught by that tigress again, and this time you might actually break your legs. Although the Yuan family is playing with a gun, the gun can also beat a dog. ”

Xiahou Kongwu sank his face: "What are you afraid of?" That mother-in-law doesn't have clairvoyance with the wind, I am messing around in the south of the Yangtze River, and no matter how much wind he blows, he can't go to Baoding Mansion. ”

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "When I went upstairs, I saw Scarlet Xia sitting at a table, and there were thirteen men sitting opposite. ”

"There are thirteen men sitting across from a woman, and this is the first time I've seen this situation in the flower field for so long. Usually, at most, I only see two or three donkeys surrounding a woman, all of them are playing pai gow, rolling dice, drinking, chatting about some tasteless words, these thirteen men sit in front of other women without saying a word-

What's going on? Immediately I was interested, and stopped to see what they were up to. ”

After a while, twelve turtle slaves ran up below, and came up with twenty-four jars of wine. Without saying a word, Scarlet Xia slapped open one of the jars, poured two bowls of wine, and pushed it to the man on the far left. The man did not speak, but raised his head from the bowl and joined her in draining the wine from the bowl. ”

"Just after the tea hour, the twenty-four jars of wine were gone, and all thirteen men fell to the ground, and she sat there without even shaking it."

I immediately asked what was going on with the turtle slave next to me. The turtle slave said that Scarlet Xia is the top brand in Yuhuaxuan, but if you want her to accompany her, there is a rule, that is, whoever can get her drunk, she will accompany whomever she is, no matter how many you are to get her drunk, as long as you can let her lie on the ground, you can carry her to the bed. ”

"Hey, I've never seen a woman in such a place have such big rules. At that time, I was interested, and asked those turtle slaves to go down there to get wine, and I came to accompany her to have a drink. ”

Xiahou Kongwu slapped the table and said loudly: "I have never seen such a woman." How could I not taste such a fresh woman? Even if you're drunk, you have to hold on and drink another 30 pounds. ”

Sima Xiang said: "What happened later? ”

Xiahou Kong Wu smiled so hard that both eyes narrowed: "Later? Don't you see her following me now? ”

Sima Xiang said: "You won her?" ”

Xiahou Kongwu puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Of course." ”

But he soon wilted like a weed on the side of the road run over by wheels, and sighed, "But if it hadn't been for the thirteen dead pigs to help me in front of me, I'm afraid I would have become a dead pig by that time." I've never served anyone in my life, but I really can't help but admire the amount of wine in Scarlet. ”

Sima Xiang said leisurely: "Maybe you should have become a dead pig at that time, but people deliberately pretended to be drunk in front of you." ”

Xiahou Kongwu was stunned: "Pretending to be drunk? Why is she pretending to be drunk? ”

Sima Xiang picked up the big bowl in front of him, raised his head, swallowed it, and said slowly: "Of course, the head of the Xiahou family is much stronger than those thirteen dead pigs. I guess she's been taking a fancy to you for a long time, but she also knows that it's not easy to get your attention, so she put on that game to lure you in. When you jump in on your own, you deliberately pretend to be drunk so that you can obediently carry her away. ”

Xiahou Kongwu suddenly woke up: "When you say this, it seems that there is some truth. She was drunk like that that night, but the action was ...... Not at all like a drunk woman. ”

Sima Xiang laughed and said, "Maybe the women around you are all deliberately pretending to be drunk in front of you." When it comes to drinking, I'm afraid everyone is better than you. ”

Xiahou Kongwu also laughed: "It turns out that you work so women, could it be that you, like me, run out to hunt game when you are itchy?" ”

Sima Xiang said: "Of course I'm not as good as you, but occasionally I go out for a walk when I'm hungry." ”

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "How often?" ”

"It's usually two or three days, sometimes it's a day or two."

Sima Xiang paused and said, "Occasionally, there will be a gluttony a few times a day. ”

Xiahou Kongwu laughed so much that he almost fell off the chair: "It turns out that you are more greedy than me." It seems that your ability to deal with women is also much stronger than the three-foot-nine-inch soft sword that you wear around your waist. ”

Xiahou Kongwu patted Sima Xiang's shoulder and sighed: "Now I can understand why you don't marry a wife anymore." You can do whatever you want now, play whatever you want, and be happy. Unlike me, I watch out for the lioness in the house all day long, and I have to make her happy and watch her face act. As soon as she doesn't like her, she wants to lose her temper with me, and if I ignore her, she will cry like a pig, and she will fight people like a spring bear, and she will annoy me to death. ”

Sima Xiang smiled and didn't speak, but just filled his bowl with wine and drank it all up.

"How long have you been with that Scarlet Xia?" Sima Xiang asked.

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "How long?" Probably...... Two months. ”

Sima Xiang was taken aback, as if he was surprised to see an ant swallowing an elephant: "Two months? This woman has been with you for two months? It seems that this woman's ability is not small. ”

Xiahou Kongwu said with a smile: "I can't drink as much as her, but fortunately, there are some things that I can do without drinking." ”

He approached Sima Xiang and said in a suppressed voice: "This woman's ability is even greater than her ability to drink." ”

Sima Xiang was stunned: "Is it really so big?" ”

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "The women in the world, I have tasted them all, and I will lie to you?" This woman's kung fu in bed, that's ...... Gee. ”

Sima Xiang stroked his forehead with his hand and said with a crying face: "Why do you have such good luck, but I don't?" ”

Xiahou Kong Wu smiled. It was his most smug laugh of the night.

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "I have traveled all over the world, and I don't know how many beautiful women I have seen, but I dare to say that none of them are as good as your daughter." ”

Sima Xiang's bitter face immediately turned into a smile, and he said slowly: "Of course you don't just want to say this. ”

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "Have you seen my son?" ”

Sima Xiang smiled, although his smile was still bright, but there was a faint hint of seriousness.

When talking about his daughter in this situation, and the other party mentions his son, any father will become serious.

He already knew what Xiahou Kongwu wanted to say.

However, he deliberately pretended not to know: "How do I know which son you are talking about?" ”

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "It's the one I brought this time, and I'm still waiting for my eldest son outside." ”

"Ichinagi?"

"Well, Xiahou Yiliu."

Xiahou Kong Wu said: "What do you think of him?" ”

Sima Xiang nodded and said, "It's pretty good, at least it's much more serious than you." ”

Xiahou Kongwu immediately smiled and said, "Among my five sons, the most serious one is him." You're a father, and of course you want your daughter to marry a decent person, right? ”

Sima Xiang said lightly: "I haven't agreed yet." ”

Xiahou Kong Wu said angrily: "You don't agree? Do you think my son is not good enough? ”

Sima Xiang smiled: "Let's not talk about whether your son is good enough, anyway, no matter what, I won't let my daughter marry a pervert like you, who is accompanied by a woman with more than a dozen new faces every time she goes anywhere." ”

Xiahou Kongwu glared at Sima Xiang, suddenly laughed, and said, "Okay, good." Of course, fathers want their daughters to marry the best men, this is a lifelong event, of course, it is not allowed to be sloppy, I can understand. You think about it slowly, I have time anyway. ”

Xiahou Kong Wu snorted coldly: "I don't believe it, what other man can be better than my son?" ”

In the eyes of a father, his son is of course always the best.

The same goes for daughters.

Sima Xiang smiled and said, "It's good if you understand." ”

"Come, drink."

"Come on, do it."

The wine jar is exhausted, and the people are drunk.

Xiahou Kongwu collapsed to the ground, his nose still snoring deafeningly.

Sima Xiang shook his head with a smile, looked at Xiahou Kongwu on the ground, and muttered, "Could it be that that woman is really so powerful, can she make this old pervert look like this?" ”

Sima Xiang raised his head and gave an order to the four servants who were standing far away not far away: "Send the owner of Xiahou Zhuang to rest in the room." ”

The four servants seemed to know that Xiahou Kongwu would be drunk like this early on, so they picked up the small sedan chair that had been prepared from their side, carried Xiahou Kongwu into the sedan chair, carried it, and walked out of the courtyard steadily.

Sima Xiang looked at the sedan chair in the distance and did not speak. Suddenly, he lowered his head, pulled out a stack of envelopes from his bosom, and smiled mysteriously.