After a while, a sumptuous table of wine and food was delivered to the small building. After sending the maid away, Song Yuhua personally brought it to the table. After it was arranged neatly, the aroma of the food filled the entire room.

Song Yuhua picked up the wine pot and filled a cup for Hou Xibai, and then poured a cup for himself. He raised the wine glass, revealing his thin, white wrists as white as gelatin, his eyes were like autumn water, touching people's hearts, and his red lips were slightly parted as he saluted.

"I'll give you a toast!"

"Thank you for letting me get out of the birdcage and fly freely!"

There was a profound meaning in Song Yuhua's words, and there was a bright light in his eyes, so dazzling.

Hou Xibai looked as usual, raised the white jade-carved wine glass in front of him, looked at it, drank it up, and said without any concealment.

"As long as you don't blame me for making you a widow!"

Hou Xibai knew that the smart and gentle woman in front of him must have guessed that she was the real culprit who assassinated her husband Xie Wenlong, and that the shadow swordsman Yang Xuyan was just trying to deceive others.

Song Yuhua's heart trembled. Sure enough, it was him who did it. Although Song Yuhua had already guessed, she had never been sure. Now the truth has finally come to light. There is no resentment in her heart. She has no feelings for Xie Wenlong, and even Xie Wenlong has no feelings for her.

Extremely disgusted.

"It's not too late for me to thank you!"

"I can finally breathe freely without the constraints of a birdcage!"

Song Yuhua's marriage was a political marriage, the result of Song Que's consideration for the sake of the family's great cause, at the expense of Song Yuhua's happiness and life.

"Song clan, didn't he take you back?"

"Or does Xie Hui not want you to leave?"

Hou Xibai put down his wine glass, looked at the gentle woman serving him food, and asked.

Hou Xibai picked up the chopsticks, put the dish that Song Yuhua put into his bowl into his mouth, chewed it twice, and then asked.

Song Yuhua looked calm, with a slight smile, her eyes were like rivers, and her eyes were kind, with a unique ladylike temperament, elegant and soft, she looked at Hou Xibai and said softly.

"None of that!"

"I didn't agree. I don't want to be a caged bird, a canary!"

Hou Xibai nodded, understanding in his heart, and didn't ask any more questions. He just ate the food that Song Yuhua brought in silently.

Song Yuhua looked at Hou Xibai, who was silent, with a touch of sadness in her eyes. How could she not know that the reason why Hou Xibai was like this was because in the previous competition, the move of the Moon Palace Yinggui made Hou Xibai aware of the affection in her heart, so she

They will be so unfamiliar and constrained, completely losing the freedom and comfort they had when we first met.

Song Yuhua felt sorry for himself, took a deep breath, raised his glass again, and toasted. How can he relieve his worries? Du Kang is the only one. Perhaps people who hide their worries are the easiest to get drunk. One cup after another, Song Yuhua's cheeks turned red, and his eyes were filled with drunken eyes.

Shuidi looked at Hou Xibai with a bit of sadness and loss.

"Do you look down on me, that's why you dodge me like this?"

What Song Yuhua was talking about was that during their competition, Hou Xibai did not dare to face the last knife she showed his feelings to, and dodged and retreated. She was already drunk! No!, it should be said that Song Yuhua was the most sober at this time, living wantonly.

And I understand that she wants to know the answer to this question.

"Yuhua, you are drunk!"

Hou Xibai put down the wine glass in his hand and helped up the drunk Song Yuhua. The beauty's delicate body was leaning against his body. Her skin was smooth and warm, which made Hou Xibai feel a slight ripple in his heart.

"I know exactly what I'm going to ask again. I've never been so clear-headed as now!"

Song Yuhua's head rested on Hou Xibai's shoulder, her breath was like orchid, and the faint fragrance lingered near Hou Xibai's nose. Song Yuhua's hands tightly grasped the clothes on Hou Xibai's chest, and her finger bones were raised, showing a touch of paleness.

I tried my best.

Hou Xibai helped Song Yuhua to the bed and made him lie down, but his jade hands were still holding his clothes tightly and would not let go at all. It seemed that he would not give up if he failed to achieve his goal.
Chapter completed!