On the other side of the fan, there was a young girl with a graceful and delicate figure. She looked like a fairy. The young girl was wearing a thin white robe and seemed to be shrouded in mist.
Other than her black hair, her whole body was white. However, the most surprising thing was that the young girl's face was blank.
Even so, Song Qingshu felt that she looked familiar. He couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Hou, who are you drawing?"
Hou Xibai's eyes flashed with a hint of intoxication. "A few months ago, when I was traveling around the world, I met a fairy by chance. Her name was Xiao Long Nu. I have never seen a fairy like her. I am ashamed to say that I have always been proud of my painting skills. I think I can draw all the beauties in the world vividly. However, I never dared to draw Xiao Long Nu's face because no matter how much I draw, I can't draw even one ten-thousandth of her beauty."
Song Qingshu was surprised and happy. "Where did you meet her, Young Master Hou?"
Hou Xibai was stunned. He thought, "Why don't you play by the rules? Normally, shouldn't you question my words and then I will describe Xiao Long Nu's beauty to you?"
Although he was stunned, he still answered, "I met her by chance in Mount Heng a few months ago. However, so much time has passed. She is definitely not there anymore. It is too late for you to go now."
At the same time, he secretly despised Shuiyue Sect. He had heard that Shuiyue Sect was lustful. Now that he saw it, it was indeed true. When he heard me talk about how beautiful Xiao Long Nu was, he immediately wanted to go find her.
Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel regret. Letting this kind of person know about Xiao Long Nu was simply blasphemy against the goddess in his heart.
Song Qingshu was lost in thought. Why did Xiao Long Nu go to Mount Heng? Sigh, I don't know when we will meet again.
"Sigh, I also don't know what kind of immortal that Song Qingshu is." Hou Xibai suddenly let out a long sigh.
Song Qingshu was stunned. "Why did Young Master Hou suddenly mention me … cough cough … him?"
Hou Xibai was clearly immersed in his memories of Xiao Long Nu's beauty and did not notice the strangeness in his words. "I have heard that Xiao Long Nu's sweetheart is the Prince of Qi, Song Qingshu. Although I have never met him, I met Yang Guo a few days ago. Although I am confident in my own handsomeness, I feel that I am still lacking when compared to Yang Guo. However, for Xiao Long Nu to give up such an extraordinary man like Yang Guo for the sake of Song Qingshu, he must be like an immortal."
Praise, continue to praise, I like it!
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows when he heard this. If he had a tail, it would probably be sticking up by now.
"Cough, cough ~" At this moment, a light cough sounded beside them. The leader of the guards, Alan, looked at the two of them with an unfriendly expression. "Can you wait until the Princess is done with her questions before you talk about women?"
Hou Xibai's expression changed and he bowed to Princess Yalun in embarrassment. "I was too excited and forgot about the important matters. I hope the Princess will forgive me."
Princess Yalun snorted coldly and looked directly at Song Qingshu. "Shouldn't the Great Sect have something to say to me?"
Her face was still beautiful and moving. She was not as grief-stricken as he had imagined, but she looked more haggard than before. Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Her life was truly bitter. She was originally destined to be the Empress, but now she could only be a widow at such a young age. He did not expect that even her father would die.
Come to think of it, she had experienced too much. Even if something unexpected happened, it would be difficult to defeat her.
Song Qingshu took out the jade horse that she had given him and said apologetically, "I was unable to ensure your father's safety during the journey and have failed your trust. I feel extremely guilty and did not dare to leave this behind. I hope the Princess will take it back."
Princess Yalun did not even look at the box. She said coldly, "I did not come here to listen to these things."
Song Qingshu looked hesitant. After a long time, he said, "What would the Princess like to hear?"
"How did my father die?" Princess Yalun stared at him with her beautiful eyes.
Song Qingshu briefly explained what had happened in the Gaochang Maze. Princess Yalun frowned as she listened. "Who was that man in black?"
"I don't know either." Song Qingshu lied without batting an eyelid.
Princess Yalun's eyebrows were shrouded in a layer of anger. "Even with your kung fu, you couldn't stop him. Could it be that he was a Great Master?"
Song Qingshu secretly gave her a thumbs-up. A woman's intuition was truly terrifying. However, it was obvious that she did not think that it was a Great Master, so she did not pursue the matter further. "Then can you tell where he came from from from his kung fu?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "I'm from Dong Ying, so I don't know much about the kung fu of the martial arts world of the Central Plains."
Hou Xibai, who was posing with his fan, said, "Why don't you practice the situation with me? I'll see if I can guess the identity of that man."
Song Qingshu was stunned, but he was secretly happy. "Okay."
Seeing that he had agreed, Hou Xibai waved his fan and attacked him from the middle. Although he looked a little flashy with the fan, the fan was not just for show. He had successfully integrated all his kung fu into the fan in his hand and created a set of kung fu called the Hundred Forms of Folding Flowers.
Song Qingshu also played a set of kung fu. Of course, he would not imitate Tongtian Wu, but some of Guo Jing's kung fu. At the same time, he was very careful not to make it too obvious. He did not use his signature Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
Just when he was worried that Hou Xibai would not be able to see through it, he jumped out of the ring and bowed to Princess Yalun. "Your Highness, that man's kung fu is very complicated, and he seems to be deliberately hiding it. If I didn't have a certain understanding of the kung fu of all the sects in Jianghu, I might not have been able to see through it."
"Stop showing off here. Just say it if you can see through it." Lan and Da 'er obviously did not like this pretty boy who was always around his mistress and trying to please her.
Hou Xibai was not angry, but a charming smile appeared on his face. "That man's kung fu has the shadow of the Quanzhen Sect's Golden Swallow Kung Fu. I can vaguely see the essence of the Peach Blossom Island and the Nine Yin Manual in his moves. He hid it very well. Unfortunately, a man's kung fu is embedded in his bones. No matter how much he pretends, he will inevitably give himself away."
"There is only one person in the world who has the skills of these sects!" Princess Yalun looked out of the window in a certain direction. "No wonder I heard that the Khan went to the Princess's Mansion to capture the Golden Knife's son-in-law!"
Hou Xibai frowned. "But I've heard that the Golden Knife's son-in-law, Guo Jing, is a righteous man who is respected by everyone in the world. Why would he carry out such a sneaky assassination?"
"I don't believe it's him either." Princess Yalun remembered that when she visited Huazheng in the past, she had listened to the latter's story. She could not link Guo Jing to the killer, but all the information she had now pointed to him.
"Bad news, bad news!" Suddenly, a Mongolian soldier rushed in.
Ya Lun was startled. Lan and Da 'er angrily reprimanded, "What's the hurry?"
The Mongolian soldier glanced at Song Qingshu and hesitated to speak. Lan and Da 'er frowned and walked over. After listening to the soldier's whisper, his expression changed drastically. He hurried to the Princess's side and whispered into her ear.
Even though they lowered their voices, how could they hide it from Song Qingshu's ears?
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