Luoyang West Garden.

Outside the window, there are sunny birds flying and insects chirping.

The fresh breeze of flowers comes gently and refreshes the heart.

Flowers are better than the sea, trees, trees, stones, and lakeside windows, and there are flowers everywhere competing for beauty. Red is like a woman's delicate face, crimson is more shameful; white is like pink and red face, like a smile and talking; yellow is like a woman's colorful clothes are about to dance in the wind.

The flowers bloom in colorful flowers and are charming.

The immortal carp in the crystal clean bottle of Song Yuhua's desk swims lightly from time to time, or swims in unsatisfactory. The crystal clean bottle is bright and transparent, making the two colorful little fish swimming around inside look very happy.

A stem of pink lotus is half inserted into it, and the flowers are blooming.

The buds are beautifully laid on the lotus petals, which are slightly dizzy than the shyness of women in the world, and the tip of the petals is faintly touched.

Under the lotus seat, the cherry red and dripping contrasts with the light green lotus heart, which is extremely tender and yellow, and the fine core of the buds is scattered on it without waiting for anyone to have already filled the room with faint fragrance.

"What is this son of death doing now?" Song Yuhua sat in front of the desk and rolled up his wide robe sleeve, revealing the small orchid holding that was even better than white jade, and was painting the strange image of the "son of death". On the wall, there were several different portraits of the "son of death". There were front, side, back, standing, sitting, raising hands, and rolling, all the same...

The small wolf brush strokes are extremely delicate.

The person in the painting almost jumped out of the paper and looked straight into the details of the people's hearts. The vision of the "Son of Death" walking on the wave that day was reappearing under Song Yuhua's pen. In the painting, he walked on the waves and two women flew down. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he had a kind of agility that made people feel mysterious and a strong desire to explore.

The colorful stone is half a ring of rainbow, while the crystal and the jasper dragon echo vividly.

The microwaves below the foot are reflected in the demon moon and the fiery moon.

The forehead is smooth and smooth. Three eyes and silver pupils are displayed.

"This is obviously very similar to him. Although those strange phenomena cause illusions, it feels like he is the same person as that person. And if it is not true, how did Sister Yuzhi appear?" Song Yuhua stopped writing and pondered this question deeply.

Maybe this is true...

Whenever Song Yuhua thought about it this way, his heart would be thumping for a long time.

It’s not that true. If it is true, wouldn’t I like Sister Yuzhi… But he is obviously still that arrogant guy. Who can write a essay except for his and Sister Yuzhi’s lover? Who can even think of it? Who can make poems and songs with arbitrary propositions?

But if it is true, then I...

Sister Yuzhi knew that she must be very sad. Maybe she begged him to pretend to be the "son of death" to save him, but she still liked her sister... I just don't know what Sister Yuzhi and Fairy Zhen thought about them. They didn't seem to be angry, but if he didn't recognize the wrong person, that wouldn't be embarrassing...

It's him!

Song Yuhua immediately shook her head and denied her thoughts.

It's true that if it's true, it's bad. I can't like him... So I can't really like the young master Banqiao who is so arrogant that he never looks at people right. Although he is more polite, I secretly think that everyone won't know...

Alas, living in this Heavenly Palace is also boring!

Song Yuhua sighed slightly, and she turned around and looked at the man in the painting on the wall to see the man. Although his eyebrows were ordinary, his expression was quite arrogant. The light was not looking at the people, and the group seemed to not take everything in the world into consideration.

The "son of Death" incarnated as the incarnation of Mr. Zheng Banqiao may be his change and Yuzhi's sister's husband is also him...

But how can I verify this kind of thing from Fairy Zhen? Even if I have any doubts in my heart, how can I ask other people’s husband is the man I like?

The heart is like a lake ripples and the memories are floating;

I stop inkstone and ask for painting Yan Si, and I think of you half-in-law.

"It's better to keep this. If you keep copying some history books for him every day, you don't want anything every day, just like in a dream." Song Yuhua leaned down with a little dream and laid his arms. He felt a few rays of sunshine reflected in the warmth slightly swaying on his body. This kind of warm feeling was like under his care, although he was silent, he could truly feel it.

At this time, you can think of him secretly, which is also a joy that makes people happy and peaceful inside...

Song Yuzhi sighed slightly at the small pavilion in the middle of the lake and shook his head gently.

"Maybe tell her better, otherwise I'll be afraid that she will think wrongly when she sees her always thinking about it." Wei Zhenzhen smiled slightly and hugged Song Yuzhi's delicate body and comforted her: "It's better to find a suitable time to tell her the truth!"

"I'm afraid that she might be even more unlucky when she knows the truth." Song Yuzhi shook her head.

"Sister Yuzhi doesn't have to worry, why don't I think of a good solution for you?" Xiao Qinxin smiled and said, "Let's set up a scene where heroes save beauty and find time to rehearse it. When my brother comes back, let him save her so that she won't be so resistant in her heart. In fact, the best way is that Sister Yuzhi's father Tiandao wrote her a letter, but this is probably unlikely."

"My heart is very confused. I really hope that my sister will participate in my wedding and accompany me next year. She is happy for me, but she is afraid that she will know the truth." Song Yuzhi sighed slightly, "Sister, who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, can listen to the words, believe that he is the only father. But he is not easy to speak about this matter and he is busy with war every day, and I can't bear to cause trouble for him..."

"The battle will be over. Your husband will come back before that, why don't you go with her more?" Wei Zhenzhen gently patted Song Yuzhi's little face and comforted her.

"I want to go too, but there is no excuse!" Song Yuzhi looked at Xiao Qinxin with some help and hoped that she would find another good solution.

"I think about it..." Xiao Qinxin's clever eyes flashed and smiled, "I thought about it..."

"Is it raining every day?" Wu Huan looked at the raindrops in the sky for a long time in Xu Ziling's immortal field. Suddenly, he smiled sweetly and said, "Are you afraid of using up all your money if you drag it like this? Jie Li and the others will not come until you and Bai Ziting are exhausted."

"So this rain came in time because it lasted for a long time. But outsiders don't know how we fight." Xu Ziling nodded and smiled: "Jie Li was afraid that we would escape by using the rain and fight. So his army would arrive earlier than expected. I guess if this lasting heavy rain fell for another ten days and a half months, he would have surrounded us in the rain."

"Isn't this just taking advantage of your heart?" Wu Xian smiled and said, "The children of the Song family in Lingnan are good at fighting against the Chinese army, and the navy is not weak. Is Mr. Xu more sure this time?"

"God is not helping me, but testing me." Xu Ziling laughed and said, "They don't have any experience in fighting the Chinese army in the rain. If it weren't for the recent period, I would have been very troublesome to lead troops every day to adapt. The Lingnan Song family's army and the Jianghuai army will not be exposed. Otherwise, the Golden Wolf Army will never come again because of too much bait and the fish will not be able to eat it."

"Will there be a mountain torrent here?" Wu Xiao said with a little concern: "If you learn from Ziting and learn from Guan Yun, you will have great trouble if you flood the Seventh Army Master Xu."

"The plain area is a bit troublesome." Xu Ziling nodded seriously after hearing this, "But there is a Jingpo Lake here. There is also a river channel. It is not very possible for this. Unless Jie Li really surrounded us, then use the trenches to surround us in the water to trap us to death. This may flood the Seventh Army. I am not afraid of it because our camp is a hill."

"What can a little hill like a little steamed bun be used for?" Wu Huan laughed and said, "The steamed buns made by the little princess are bigger than it."

"When I talk about the little princess, I remember everyone in Luoyang, it's been a long time since we saw you..." Xu Ziling sighed slightly.

"Young Master Xu just wants to pretend to be pitiful and want to be a fool to hold you in your arms to comfort you and let you take advantage of it!" How smart the wife suddenly realized someone's trick.

"How did you know?" Xu Ziling asked in surprise.

"Last night, you used this little trick to pretend to be pitiful on Zong Xianghua. Although Zong Xianghua made you succeed, Mr. Xu, you want to deceive girls, please think of something fresh, okay?" Wu Hua pointed at Xu Ziling's forehead and snorted.

"I've tried my best but I always think so much every day?" Xu Ziling laughed and said, "Besides, this is just a little bit of jealousy from Sister Wu. I haven't started to pretend to be pitiful yet!"

"I've always been jealous of these." The little girl immediately shook her lightly and said that she didn't care.

"Really?" Xu Ziling asked without any confidence and raised his tone.

"Why don't you care about marrying the Fu sisters?" Wu Xian smiled and suddenly snorted at him, "But what do you mean by thinking about Sister Qingxuan these days? Why don't you think about me?"

"You are by my side, and I can't miss you when I want to see you!" Xu Ziling laughed at the sound of laughter.

"You can't just think of Sister Qingxuan every day. You occasionally think of others and think of other girls..." Wusai guided: "For example, think of Bai Qing'er's demon girl, Dugu Feng, or Song Yuhua, think of the little princess, think of Shang Xiufang, everyone, just think of Concubine Shi, and the Xuan is better than thinking of Sister Qingxuan all day..."

"I don't think of anyone who is controlled by me!" Xu Ziling felt dizzy when he heard this: "I just miss her in that section, there is nothing I can do."

"Then let Zong Xianghua and the Fu sisters accompany you!" Wu Zai laughed and said, "As soon as you have someone to accompany you, this big bad guy, you will immediately stop thinking about anything whenever you have the chance to do something bad."

"I don't think about anything if you come with me." Xu Ziling suggested: "Why don't you come out and accompany me every day? At most I'll kiss you at will!"

"You think beautifully?" Wu Huan laughed as soon as he heard this: "Young Master Xu should think about how to chase Sister Qingxuan first..."

"Wouldn't the mosquitoes be asleep?" Xu Ziling was about to negotiate the conditions and said with a blocking hand: "You can also discuss the conditions, but you must think more first. I will wait until you miss me at most before I will consider it... Hey, the big bad guy is thinking about those lustful things, but it doesn't count!"
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