red butterfly month by month

Said: "How do you plan?"

Tan Feizhen flicked his whisk, "I want to spy on the Xuanming Sect!"

Gongsun Yue frowned: "Is there any danger?"

"How can you catch tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's lair." Tan Feizhen said, "Although I'm not talented, I think I'll be safe in protecting myself."

Gongsunyue has always treated people with sincerity, and she sent a letter to ask for a meeting with Feizhen, originally to inform her about her retirement, but now that she heard the news from Xuanming Sect, she was a little worried about talking about Feizhen being alone and in danger, she thought for a moment, and said: "As a friend, Being a colleague is also an extra point of help.”

"If there are four young masters by your side, even if there is a dragon pool and a tiger's den in front of you, Tan Mou will dare to make a breakthrough!" The two were originally close friends, and Tan Feizhen was not polite, and laughed: "Mr. Butterfly is probably more concerned about Tan Mou Not pleasing to the eye, haha!"

Gongsunyue shook her head, for a moment she thought of Mr. Butterfly's ecstasy when she talked about retiring from the Jianghu together that day, and she folded her fan lightly: "Let's just wait for this matter to be over."

……

At this time, Mr. Butterfly didn't know what Gongsunyue was planning.He was not much of a shopper. Even though there were many things that attracted him on the street, there were more people staring at him. As Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly who can offer a price of "a hundred taels for a meeting, a thousand taels for a conversation", he often Going to crowded places always gave him the illusion of losing 500 million in vain.So this time I went out and didn't go far, but turned to a Qinxuan near Pinglang Pavilion.When he was a "Feng Piao Piao" back then, he often went to this Qin Xuan to order strings, rosin and other things. He also took a fancy to a phoenix-headed harp at this house, but he never bought it due to various reasons. After missing it for several years, it is only here that I step in again.

"Huh? It's still there!" As soon as Mr. Butterfly stepped into the inner room of Qinxuan, he saw the phoenix-headed harpie occupying half of the wall at first sight. After a closer look, it was indeed the same one. Hasn’t the good piano been sold yet?”

The shopkeeper has already greeted him, and said with a smile: "This guest officer has good eyesight! This konghou is indeed a very good stringed piano, and there is a reason why it has been kept until now." Then the shopkeeper twirled his long beard and said eloquently. Lai: "Five years ago, Miss Feng Piaopiao, the top oiran in Pinglan Pavilion, also took a fancy to this piano. For some reason, Miss Houfeng disappeared. The Qin fell into the wrong hands, so I paid full price to buy it, and left it here in the Qin Pavilion, waiting for those who are destined."

Mr. Butterfly narrowed his eyes, and suddenly had a bad feeling, and was about to leave when he saw the curtain of the inner room lifted, and it was Fang Xinyu who walked in with her two little maids.

It was a coincidence that the three of them blocked the door tightly.

With four eyes facing each other, Mr. Butterfly looked away coldly as if seeing a stranger, and landed on the harp again, with a somewhat ugly expression on his face.

Fang Xinyu, who came here intentionally, was startled involuntarily.

There is no other reason, this is the first time she really saw Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly.

The red clothes are fierce, sharp-edged, and very generous.

He stands with his hands behind his back, a very tall figure, wearing a red robe with a gold thread butterfly pattern, his waist-length hair cascades down, a red emerald hair ornament presses the left side temple, rice grains of gold beads and tassels hang down from his hair, matching the brilliant The long golden hair complements each other.

The exposed skin is different from that of the Central Plains. It is extremely fair, with exquisite facial features, flying eyebrows and eyes, and most importantly, a pair of golden and blue pupils of different colors, which are like the finishing touch, outlining the whole person into a condensed and substantive beauty.

Different from Feng Piaopiao who always half covered his face and looked cold and dusty back then, the man in front of him was more gorgeous and flamboyantly beautiful, and also more impactful, with murderous intent hidden between his eyebrows and eyes, and his vigor was breathtaking.

Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly lives up to his name, not a single word is redundant.

Back then, she drew a portrait of "Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly" based on "Feng Piao Piao". Looking at it now, the painting that she has kept for several years is only in shape, and its charm is still there. Less than one or two out of ten of the deity.

"Master, do you like this piano?" Fang Xinyu was not surprised by Mr. Butterfly's indifference, she moved lightly, walked to his side, and said.

Mr. Butterfly paused, then nodded: "Can you give up your love?"

"Xinyu is not good at playing harp. I bought this piano because I was afraid that some bad people would insult it. I have heard for a long time that Lord Butterfly of Yinchuan is very good at playing the piano. I think this is the person who is destined for this piano."

"Make an offer."

"Since it's fate, I don't need those dumb things. I would like to hear Diejun's song as a reward, how about it?" Fang Xinyu said with a smile.

Mr. Butterfly looked at Qin, then at her, nodded: "Yes." Then he turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Please send it to the Gongsun Mansion in Xishui Lane."

The shopkeeper hurriedly nodded in response.

Fang Xinyu raised her eyebrows: "You want me to go to Gongsun Mansion to listen to the piano?"

Mr. Butterfly raised his eyebrows even higher: "You want me to play the piano for you in Pinglan Pavilion?"

……

36. Butterfly theory

In the back courtyard of the Gongsun Mansion, Gongsun Yue, Tan Feizhen, and Fang Xinyu sat around the table, drinking tea relative to each other.

The three of them are all elegant guests, each hiding their thoughts in their hearts, and talking happily about poetry, wine, flowers and moon.

Not far away, Mr. Butterfly knelt in front of the harp and finished the adjustment carefully. His breath was slightly condensed. He put his hands on the strings of the harp and touched it sideways. .

Kunshan jade broken phoenix screamed, Furong cried and dew Xianglan laughed.

The clarity of the sound is more ethereal, and there is nothing like a harp among the strings.

Mr. Butterfly's fingers are slender and white, like a superb jade carving, dancing on the strings of the zither, looking over with a pair of glazed eyes, and the line of sight meets Gongsunyue in the air.

Husband and phoenix, five-color divine bird, come from the kingdom of gentlemen in the east, soar across the four seas, pass through Kunlun, drink from pillars, brush feathers and weak water, don't stay in wind caves, and when you see it, the world will be peaceful.

The Phoenix Emperor dances, but for the sake of the Phoenix.

The sound of the piano stops, the clouds curl up, and the aftertaste lingers.

Eyes facing each other for a long time...

Mr. Butterfly couldn't bear it anymore: "Why are you two still here?!"

……

Leaning on the railing of the wind and rain building, on the third floor near the window, a handsome man and a stunning woman sit opposite each other, enjoying the scenery and drinking tea, which looks very pleasing to the eye.

"Xinyu specially asked my sister to come here, does my sister have nothing to say to Xin?" Fang Xinyu asked.

"The words come from Gongsunyue's mouth, you don't want to listen to them after all, so why should I be a villain in vain." Gongsunyue put down the teacup in her hand and opened the folding fan.

"My sister is always so kind to others, but I don't know if it's from the heart, or is it just pretending to be generous as the winning side?"

"Since the same goal by different routes, there is no need to distinguish."

Fang Xinyu raised her eyebrows and said, "I don't know where I lost, so I ask my sister to point me out!"

Gongsunyue shook her head: "It's not up to me whether you win or lose."

Fang Xinyu was silent.

After a long time, I heard a soft voice from a woman saying, "I'm not reconciled."

Gongsun Yue sighed slightly.

"One day, I will let his eyes see me!"

Gongsun Yue was silent.

"Is sister still speechless?" Fang Xinyu asked again.

"In this case, I can't open my mouth to bless."

Fang Xinyu covered her lips and smiled lightly: "I don't need my sister's blessing, and also, my sister's heart words are sincere."

Gongsunyue shook her head, got up and left.

Going out of the Moon Cave Gate, when I looked up, I saw Mr. Butterfly lying on the eaves of the blue tiles not far away, half-legged, with a lazy posture. Eat, seeing her come out, casually throw the leftover fruit cores into the hole of a big tree in the garden, with a sense of leisure and ease.

Gongsunyue was angry and funny: "A heartless butterfly!"

Mr. Butterfly looked at her with an innocent face on his forehead: "Ah Yue, who is full of emotions!"

"Is there something in the words?" Gongsun Yue raised her eyebrows: "What's your opinion?"

"Ah Yue, there are thousands of emotions in this world, and you can't count them all. How can you take care of them?"

"People have the seven emotions and six desires, and the seven emotions and six desires make a human being. Family affection, love, friendship, Mr. Butterfly, sincere affection is a very precious thing, and each should not be underestimated."

"There is always a trade-off!"

"In your opinion, how do you choose?"

Mr. Butterfly threw the red fruit in his hand, and said: "Emotions, there are good and bad, just like this flower red fruit in my hand! The top fruit is just right, sweet and crisp, and the aftertaste is endless after eating. "Mediocre sand fruits are loose and overripe. Although they are tasteless, they are nutritious, and it's okay to eat them occasionally; while low-grade sand fruits are astringent and sour. If you eat them, you may have diarrhea in your stomach, so throw them away immediately." For the best policy!"

"Which famous mountain's philosophy of life is this?"

"Yinchuan Mr. Butterfly's theory of fruit grades!" Mr. Butterfly smiled lowly: "Business is valued by grades, and feelings must be graded. Only when the value exceeds the average value can we achieve a growing surplus. Tsk tsk, I didn't do business, it's a pity! "

Gongsunyue shook her head and said, "It's so simple to sum up."

"Simple isn't it?"

"It would be great if it were really that simple."

"If you think it's that simple, it will naturally be that simple!"

Gongsun Yue sighed with a smile: "Not everyone is a butterfly boss who can do business!"

"Well—not quite a compliment."

Gongsunyue hooked her lips: "Come down, we should go back."

Mr. Butterfly floated up, his clothes fluttering, like a red swallowtail butterfly lightly landed beside Gongsunyue, and walked side by side with her with his hands behind his back.

"Don't you want any fruit?"

"Leave it to those who are destined."

Gongsunyue laughed: "It is placed so high and so remote that only birds can land on it."

"Let's leave it to the predestined bird." Mr. Butterfly rubbed Gongsunyue on his shoulder and moved forward: "Let's go, let's go, we've been out for so long, it's time to go home!"

……

As soon as he entered the gate of the other courtyard, a sword energy came through the air!

Mr. Butterfly twisted his fingers, and a cluster of red flames burst out of the sword energy, and a note wrapped in the sword energy was caught between his fingers.

Gongsunyue raised her eyebrows and praised first: "Good words!"

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