red butterfly month by month

The previous events were gradually being forgotten under the impact of round after round of new topics.Three years later, that is, in the early spring of this year, the new martial arts conference was held again, and the new situation changed again. The former sword evil in the northern region, together with the black nightmare that could stop children from crying at night, have long disappeared from people's sight.

Gongsun Yue nodded.Mr. Butterfly retreated to break the scabbard, but he happened to avoid the storm. Now that the world has changed and everything has changed, it is not hindered to go out of the valley, so he turned around and said: "The year is approaching, when will you go back? Are you a descendant? Don’t always wait until Mr. Zhang writes.”

Although Zhang Mao has left the Zhang family, but Zhang Lao is still there, so he has to serve his knees from time to time.In recent years, as Zhang Mao got older and his means became better, his relationship with the Zhang family became more and more awkward.

Zhang Mao is the head of the concubine, and the current head of the family is the son of his grandfather who married the second wife, but in fact he is Zhang Mao's second uncle in the next room.Although there is not much discord, there is always some grievance, and they cannot get along with each other, especially when the clansmen gather together on the New Year's Day, there are countless temptations and scrutiny in the open and in the dark.In fact, not to mention the Ruyi Villa where Gongsunyue treated him like a sister and mother, even the Yinchuan Butterfly Valley made him more comfortable and comfortable than the Zhang family.

"It can't be far, it can't be close, the food is tasteless, and I don't know what the old man is doing." Zhang Mao said.

"As much as you have grievances in your heart, after all, they never harmed you, and you are blessed and taken care of. After all, you are a family, and blood is thicker than water." Gongsunyue looked at him and smiled: "It is a very lucky thing to have a family."

Zhang Mao looks like an orchid in an empty valley, seemingly gentle and elegant, but in fact he is very cold-hearted, and he is only somewhat popular in front of a few brothers. After getting to know Mr. Butterfly, he is very lively when he fights with him openly and secretly.

Zhang Mao kept silent.

Gongsunyue couldn't help laughing: "You still talk about him, but you are more and more like him! Put away your weird temper, and I will ask someone to pack your bags for you, and you will be on the road tomorrow."

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It was near the end of the year, and all the accounts were collected. In Ruyi Villa, Gongsun Yue was sitting at the table, flipping through the accounts for half a year. When she looked up, she saw two red swallowtail butterflies fluttering in the snowflakes outside the window. There will be a slight smile on the corner of the mouth.

For a while, He Yan, the elder of the villa, came to report the last part of the salt trade handover and subordination arrangements.

Five years ago in the battle of Kongyungu, even though Mr. Butterfly tried his best to take responsibility for himself, he still couldn't completely cover up the influence of Ruyi Villa and Gongsunyue in it.Fortunately, this kind of turmoil did not go beyond Gongsunyue's expectations. Over the years, according to the plan, the interests of the salt trade in Ruyi Villa were gradually divided to settle the matter, and it has been completed this year.

He Yan is an elderly man who is nearly fifty years old. Because of his successful cultivation, he looks still in his prime. take care of.His life was bumpy in his early years, and he suffered heavy injuries, causing his figure to be slightly rickety, but his brows were mostly calm and breezy. As early as when Ruyi Villa was first established, he joined the small villa at that time. Although the words are subordinate, they are also elders.

When He Yan came in, he naturally saw red butterflies flying in the courtyard, and when he entered the study, there was a three-point smile, three-point joking, and four-point hesitation.

Gongsunyue looked peaceful, asked him to sit down, served green tea and began to talk about business.

The impact of the salt trade handover on Ruyi Villa was not as great as expected.Originally, these years of operating maritime trade, in addition to traveling out of Hong Kong, there are also shipyards, forestry offices, seafood bases, and commercial goods stores derived from them, all of which are constantly mobilizing the manpower of Ruyi Villa. Most of the recruits are young and ambitious backbones.In the end, this change in the salt trade was nothing more than the loss of some of the money that was not suitable for dozens of subordinate households. On the contrary, it had a quite streamlined effect on the current Ruyi Villa.

"It's me who is bothering others." Gongsunyue shook her head and laughed.

"It turned out to be because the owner of the village is well-governed." He Yan twisted his beard and said, "I settled an account with the owner. Now, in Qingyang County, a liter of white rice and fine grain costs seven to eight yuan, vegetables are about a penny and a catty, and vegetable oil. Ten cash, chicken eggs can earn one penny, and ordinary fine cotton cloth can earn one hundred cash. An ordinary family of five is enough to earn thirty to fifty cash a day. One can earn hundreds of dollars a day, not to mention carpenters and technicians, and other industries are much better than other industries. Even if you don’t have any special skills, you can get a full stomach by setting up teahouses and restaurants at the ferry from dawn to dusk. The so-called When the people have enough to eat, they will be happy, and there will be less fussing, and the world will naturally be peaceful."

The idea of ​​Haiyun originated from Mr. Butterfly, and he gave a lot of advice on how to operate it. Gongsunyue will not speculate on his past identity, but accepts his kindness gladly.

He Yan smiled slightly: "The owner thinks of Mr. Butterfly?"

Gongsunyue didn't look like a daughter, so she nodded calmly: "The matter of shipping was originally helped a lot by him."

"I haven't seen Die Jun for a long time."

Gongsun Yue nodded: "He is retreating."

The reason why Mr. Butterfly has not been out for four years is not lacking in her handwriting.After the Battle of Kongyun Valley, countless people wanted Mr. Butterfly's life, but they lost Butterfly Slash, and his combat power dropped by more than [-]%. Stimulation can make Mr. Butterfly, who is especially innocent and stupid in front of her, concentrate on retreating and fighting with the scabbard.

"I take the liberty to say something, the owner of the villa just listens to it." He Yan twisted his beard and said.

Gongsun Yue said: "Uncle He said so."

"Mr. Butterfly's art is superior to others. He acts casually and uninhibitedly. He doesn't distinguish between good and evil. This is a good thing, but it is not a good thing. When he is in love, he obeys the owner's words. However, one of the most unpredictable things in love is for two able If you stay together for a long time, you should also control one or two of its restraints."

Gongsunyue thought about it, and closed her eyes slightly: "How to control the constraints?"

He Yan paused, and said: "He is not on guard against the owner."

"Yes, he never defended me." Gongsun Yue closed the folding fan one by one with his eyes closed, and said bluntly, "Uncle He, he is Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly."

Even if he is always dumbfounded and crazy in front of her, even if he is always teased by her and kicked out of the gate of the villa from time to time, even a doorman in Ruyi Villa will not be afraid of him.He is the Yinchuan Butterfly Lord who can wander freely in countless dangerous sea areas, traverse the northern regions for decades, and fight half of the martial arts world with a single sword.

Changing places, who is qualified to say the words to control and restrain them?

His stupidity, his insanity, and his defenselessness are just because there is someone in his heart, that's all.

Tsuruhiko couldn't help being silent.

Gongsunyue sighed softly: "Uncle He, I hope that Gongsunyue treats the person sincerely, not asking to treat him sincerely, but at least giving him the respect he deserves."

In this world, it was never someone else who most hoped that Die Yue and Die Yue would stay together forever.

With a shame on his face, He Yan replied: "I made a slip of the tongue."

Gongsunyue had no intention of blaming an elder who was sincerely for herself, and knew that the other party's words were rooted in the fact that Mr. Butterfly had given others the illusion of being unreliable, so she shook her head and smiled: "It turns out that the two of us made people feel unreliable." Uncle He is worried, and when he leaves the customs, ask him to brew a few more jars of good wine to compensate Uncle He. The butterfly is limited, and only a little bit of this skill can be used."

He Yan also smiled and said: "Although it's the old man's fault that he wanted to distract him, but fortunately, it's because of the face of the proprietor's family, but it's better to pay Die Jun a pot of wine to save face."

The two looked at each other and smiled, this matter was over, Fang wanted to continue talking about the accounts, suddenly saw two red butterflies playing outside the window flew in, flapping their wings and flying up and down around Gongsunyue, looking very happy .

Gongsunyue's mind moved, and she stood up before she could react.

He Yan also stood up, twirling his beard and laughing: "Didn't you say the butterfly, the butterfly is here?"

Although Gongsun Yue was calm and prudent by nature, she was also very calm. Since she was thinking about it, she didn't need to be too pedantic and reserved. She hugged He Yan and apologized, got up and went out to greet her.

On the outskirts of Qingyang County, in the middle of the road.

Gongsunyue stood alone, playing with the folding fan in her hand.

The battle of Kongyungu made her see her own intentions clearly, and the revenge of her great revenge removed the heaviest shackles on her body. After more than 20 years of treating each other wholeheartedly, even a cold-hearted iron block will be warmed up, let alone a living heart.

Four years is not a long time for a martial artist, but it is enough for a person to completely sort out his thoughts.

The mundane dust is insignificant, the will of God is boundless, joy and sorrow, old age, sickness, life and death are all normal.

When the bright moon is far away, I will think about the three meals a group and a couple; when I return to my dream at midnight, some old friends will gather again and say that tonight is different.

Since you have won someone's heart, why bother to reject it?

The white wind and snow continued to the sky, and in the boundless white curtain, a red shadow appeared vaguely, and it was getting closer and clearer.

Exquisite red silk umbrella, gorgeous red brocade robe with golden thread butterfly pattern, slender and tall figure, white and bony fingers.

The edge of the umbrella was raised slightly, revealing a delicate and coquettish beautiful face under the umbrella, with golden and blue pupils, long golden hair, and snowy muscles and bones.

The moment the four eyes met, time and space seemed to stand still.

The vicissitudes of life, one glance at ten thousand years.

The so-called lovesickness originally means that there is one person in each of the two places.

A smile slowly surfaced in Gongsunyue's eyes.

"Why don't you wear a robe!" Mr. Butterfly floated to the pavilion, took off his cloak and put it on Gongsunyue's shoulders, and took her hand.

Where the hands are clasped, the warm internal energy flows over, merges into one's own internal energy and runs around, warming up the whole body.

"Butterfly Slash is unlocked?"

"Of course! The scabbard is so rare that you can't beat Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly!"

"Yeah, it took four years, it's really something to be proud of!"