Arrowed Butterfly

After Chen Qiyu closed the door, he turned around and saw the little boy still standing outside, guarding it cleverly. Even though Chen Qiyu didn't say anything, he still didn't follow in.

"Yuchen," Chen Qiyu said to the attendants, "Let's go."

Yuchen followed Chen Qiyu a few steps away, looked at Chen Qiyu's expression, and said, "Master Chen doesn't seem very happy?"

Chen Qiyu smiled and said, "It's definitely not fun to talk to that kind of person."

Chen Qiyu prevaricated in this way, in fact, it was only for a moment, he looked at Yang Yifeng lying on the table - immersed in irresistible sensual desire, but his heart was extremely painful - that feeling came to his heart again, once upon a time, He is also going through such torture.

Chen Qiyu rolled up her cuffs, turned her head suddenly, and saw a group of crows flying by the back wall, black feathers gliding across the blue sky with their shrill crows under the corner of the dead stone wall.

Always feel very ominous.

Yang Yifeng fell into a coma, so naturally she couldn't take care of her own affairs.Qiu Yiyun helped him connect the mortar, applied medicine, cleaned his body, cleaned the wound carefully, applied medicine on the wound, and bandaged it carefully again. Finally, he put on the clothes one by one for him and put them on his belt Tied a delicate and lovely bow.Grate his messy black hair, help him lie down on the bed, and cover him with a quilt.After a series of tasks were completed, Qiu Yiyun got dressed, left the room, and walked all the way to the living room.

In the living room, Chen Qiyu was still wearing the same outfit just now. He was dressed simply but did not conceal his demeanor. When he saw Qiu Yiyun approaching, he stood up, smiled and said, "Master Qiu."

Qiu Yiyun also bowed politely: "Master Chen is being polite. It's rude to keep Mr. Chen waiting for so long!"

"Where is it? It's just that Mr. Chen came early."

The two exchanged greetings and sat down.Qiu Yiyun ordered people to serve wine and vegetables, and the two ate and drank together.Chen Qiyu saw some maids serving meals on the way winking at Qiu Yiyun, maybe there is something wrong with it usually, but they just don't care for outsiders.It seems that this autumn cloud is really romantic.

During the meal, Qiu Yiyun introduced: "These are authentic side dishes, adults should really taste them. It's a worthwhile trip."

"I came here this time for official business. If I can complete it, it will be called a 'worthy trip'. In fact, I don't care much about food." Chen Qiyu replied with lowered eyes. Even so, he still ate some The side dishes recommended by Qiu Yiyun have no clear meaning.

Qiu Yiyun stopped making false claims with him, and said straight to the point: "I don't know what I just mentioned to my lord, what do you think about it?"

"I haven't thought about it." Chen Qiyu replied straightforwardly.

Qiu Yiyun looked at Chen Qiyu's gentle smile, and she returned a polite smile: "Really? Do you think my opinion is not worth mentioning?"

"That's not true." Chen Qiyu said slowly, "I'm just wondering if the owner is cheating?"

Qiu Yiyun was stunned for a moment, and said, "What do you mean by that?"

Chen Qiyu smiled slightly and said, "Is Yang Yifeng worth this price?"

"Hahaha!" Qiu Yiyun burst into laughter and said, "Okay! That's great!"

Chen Qiyu remained silent.

"Let's be honest," Qiu Yiyun raised the folding fan in her hand and said, "Do you know what I traded for this fan?"

Chen Qiyu pondered, "I think this folding fan is exquisitely crafted and made of good materials. I'm afraid it's worth a hundred taels of silver."

"No." Qiu Yiyun flatly denied it.

"Then..." Chen Qiyu paused, "Qianliang?"

Qiu Yiyun shook her head.

"Then..." Chen Qiyu frowned and said, "Isn't it ten thousand taels of gold?"

"No, no!" Qiu Yiyun knocked the fan on the table and said, "It's a hundred lives."

Qiu Yiyun's fan knocked lightly, but it made Chen Qiyu's heart tremble. What kind of fan is worth a hundred lives?No!What kind of person should be, who ruined a hundred lives for a single fan?

Thinking of this, Chen Qiyu's dislike for Qiu Yiyun increased a bit.

Qiu Yiyun said: "Forget it, I don't think Mr. Chen likes to mention this kind of past events. Forget it, I just want to explain that I am not very promising. When I see someone I like, no matter what method I use or how much I pay. Get them all.”

Chen Qiyu stared at Qiu Yiyun's fan for a while, without saying a word.

Qiu Yiyun found that Chen Qiyu is a very silent person, but his silence is not weak, but intriguing.Chen Qiyu is a quiet and gentle person who does not know martial arts, but he is also a frail scholar who drives the mighty Yang Yifeng to a dead end all the way.

Chen Qiyu took a sip of tea, but remained silent.

Qiu Yiyun broke the silence: "Why do you keep staring at my fan?"

"Oh, that's how it is," Chen Qiyu chuckled lightly, "I'm just worried that one day I'll be traded by you for a fan, what should I do."

Qiu Yiyun naturally wouldn't make any guarantees, even if he swears to the sky, Chen Qiyu may not believe him, and of course, he himself may not believe in himself.Qiu Yiyun smiled and said, "Then what is Master Chen going to do?"

Chen Qiyu also had no intention of confronting Qiu Yiyun head-on, so he replied: "I have written a letter back to Beijing to report to the emperor, saying that the rebels have been defeated, the Cult has collapsed, Yang Yifeng escaped in a hurry, and probably got mixed up in the martial arts conference."

"Then thank you, sir." Qiu Yiyun joined hands and said.

"Don't thank me first." Chen Qiyu continued, "Whether Yang Yifeng was "rectified on the spot" in the martial arts conference or was captured alive and escorted back to Beijing, it still depends on what the owner of the village can do for the court in this conference."

Qiu Yiyun shook her fan, scolded Chen Qiyu twice in her heart as an old fox, and then smiled: "I will do my best."

The fragrance in the embroidery pavilion is lingering, and the red flowers embroidered on the pillow cover are hazy.Yang Yifeng rolled around on the bed before slowly waking up, her body was extremely aching and exhausted, the pain in her shoulders was still there, not to mention her lower abdomen.When he thought of howling under that shameless person, he wanted to kill himself, not to mention recalling Chen Qiyu watching from the sidelines.

His heart seemed to be pierced by a knife.This intense pain surged in his heart, as if a corner was missing, the wind could pass through and scratch his soft and bleeding ventricle.

"Damn it!" He clenched his fists tightly, still unable to gather any energy.

The palms that used to be able to cut mountains and rocks, now have no ability to protect themselves at all, they are limp, and with their current physical strength, they may not even be able to split firewood.

Suddenly, a warm and dry palm wrapped around his hand.As soon as he looked up, he saw Qiu Yiyun's smiling eyes.Qiu Yiyun took his hand, hugged him into her arms, and said with a smile: "Do you like this room?"

"I like the room without you." Yang Yifeng replied.

Qiu Yiyun's smile deepened, and she said, "It's so cute! How can you be so cute?"

Yang Yifeng was even more angry, but he didn't speak.He didn't bother to talk.Qiu Yiyun fiddled with Yang Yifeng's belt.Only then did Yang Yifeng notice that her belt was very fancy, so that's all, it was tied into a bow, and it was a very meticulous bow, the wings on both sides were completely symmetrical, and naturally the two tails were also the same length, not only that, the tail was also processed It is slightly curly and looks playful.

"I tied the bow for you. Does it look good?" Qiu Yiyun showed a child's expression like inviting pets.

Yang Yifeng noticed that not only the bow tie on her body was an eyesore, but all her clothes were also an eyesore. The whole person was colorful, like a human-shaped male peacock.His brows could not help but twist into the word Chuan.

Qiu Yiyun smiled and said, "Feng'er..."

"What did you call me?" Yang Yifeng stared at him.

"Feng-er..." Qiu Yiyun called out tenderly with a long voice, "My dear Fenger!"