foreword

In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he was a butterfly, and he was a butterfly. If you suddenly feel it, then you will feel like a week. I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Die and Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu? Zhou and Hu Die must be divided. This is called materialization.

— "Zhuangzi Equality of Things"

"Beauty, beauty,

hook my mind.

You wink like silk,

I miss you.

beauty, beauty,

Mess up my mind.

Your vermilion lips are like honey.

My heart is fascinated.

beauty, beauty,

into my mind,

you have a beautiful body

My heart is racing.

When will you let me taste your honey~~~pick your heart~~"

When Ma Yun came back from Saixiange, he kept muttering this assertion.

The two servants struggled to carry their young master, who was drunk like mud, with his clothes open, smelling of alcohol all over his body, and his face was covered with red lips and red marks of the girl from Saixiange.

Master Ma Ma Guanqun stood in the courtyard and shook his head repeatedly, thinking that he was the Minister of the Household Department, so he gave birth to such a son who was addicted to wine and sex. But there is only one son, what can he do? No matter how muddy you are, you must be pampered.

"Help the young master back to the room~~~" Mrs. Ma Huang Yue'e looked at the drunk Ma Yun distressedly, and urged the servants and maids at home, "Hurry up and prepare the bath water for the young master, why are you standing here stupidly?!"

The maids got up in a hurry.

"Oh, why are you so drunk again~~" Huang Yue'e looked distressed, playing with girls hurts girls, but drinking hurts her own body.

"Let him go!" Mr. Ma walked away without looking back, annoyed.

Mrs. Ma took a look at Mr. Baima. He was different when he was young? Now that I am an official, I am afraid that it will affect my official reputation, so I don't go to those brothels. I don't know if he can't have a son and a half daughter because he was played up when he was young.

"Beauty~~Beauty~~~"

When the maid was bathing Ma Yun, Ma Yun was still mumbling in the bathtub.

"You want my life...you want my life..."

When the maid was dressing Ma Yun, Ma Yun hugged the maid and kissed her. The servant girl was so frightened that she hurriedly helped him to bed, lowered the curtain, and fled quickly.

"Beauty... Wan'er... Wan'er... En..." Ma Yun murmured in the bed and fell asleep.

At Yinshi, the servant girl got up early and quietly entered the room to change the toilet.

When she passed by Ma Yun's bed, she heard a strange "squeaky" sound inside the curtain, like a moth flapping its wings.

The servant girl stretched out her hand and gently opened the curtain, and immediately, Lan, who was full of the bed, stared at the servant girl dumbfounded. The blue with fluttering wings formed the shape of a person, lying on the bed like their young master.

The sky was already bright at Yinshi in Xia Ri, when the curtain was lifted, the light came in, and the blue butterflies fluttered and flew up, like a wind of blue wind rushing towards the servant girl.

"Ah-ah-" The servant girl's scream pierced the dawn, she stumbled on her heel in fright and fell to the ground.

In the quiet of the morning, the screams of the maids startled all the maids and servants in the garden, and everyone ran to Ma Yun's yard. Before they reached Ma Yun's yard, they saw countless blue butterflies flying in Ma Yun's yard. The blue butterflies gathered together were like A blue cloud slowly rises into the sky and goes away...

Ma Guanqun strode into his son's room, looking pale at the empty bed.

Huang Yue'e had already collapsed by the bed crying.

"What's going on?! What's going on!" Ma Guanqun shouted in the room.

The servant girl was also frightened by the blue butterfly, her face was pale, trembling, tears streaming down her face: "Return to the master, young master, the butterfly has turned into a butterfly..."

"Butterfly? Butterfly!" Ma Guanqun was stunned in the room, furious, "What the **** are you talking about about turning into a butterfly early in the morning!"

"Master—you want to bring Yun'er back, master, ah—Yun'er is our only son—" Huang Yue'e cried beside Ma Yun's bed, "Oh my Yun'er—how did you turn into a butterfly? It’s time—you come back—come back—quick! Go ask the mage to bring the young master back—”

The servant girls and servants in front of the door were also frightened for a while. They had heard a lot of gossip about evil spirits in this family and ghosts in the Li family, but they had never heard of anyone turning into a butterfly!

Moreover, the key point is that they all saw it! When the bunch of butterflies flew up, they really looked like a person.

"Eight doors!" Ma Guanqun suddenly called out. In the whole room, only Ma Guanqun was a little calmer. He looked at everyone, "Help Madam out, and no one is allowed to enter this room again!"

"Yes!" The old woman hurried in to help Huang Yue'e up.

Ma Guanqun went out with a flick of his sleeves.

"Master—Master!" Huang Yue'e chased out crying, and grabbed his sleeve, "Where are you going? We need to find the mage immediately!"

Ma Guanqun was furious: "What kind of mage are you looking for! I will go up to the court to find Fu Xiang, and let the eight doors investigate this matter! Get our son back!"

"Eight doors?" Huang Yue'e wiped her tears and jumped anxiously, "Is this something that can be checked by eight doors?! I don't care, I'm going to find the mage! What if my son flies away and it's too late to call him back? ?! Oh, my Yun'er—" Huang Yue'e burst into tears again.

"Isn't there a ninth gate?!" Ma Guanqun was also anxious, and yelled at Huang Yue'e.

He didn't see his son turning into a butterfly, but all the maids, mother-in-law and servants in the yard saw that the blue, color, butterfly must exist.

Huang Yue'e was stunned, and the surrounding maids and servants also looked at each other in blank dismay, what is the ninth gate?

"The ninth door? What ninth door?" Huang Yue'e stared blankly at Ma Guanqun.

"That's the mage used by the royal family! Hey!" Ma Guanqun yelled, turned and left.

Huang Yue'e stood there in a daze, the royal family... and the queen's sorcerer? How has she never heard of it? But if it is royal, it must be the best mage in Qian Dynasty! There is hope for her to find her son!

When the sun goes up to the Drum Tower, the bell rings, and the civil and military divisions of the Manchu Dynasty stand on both sides of the court hall, with Wendong and Wuxi.

Emperor Chengdi of the Qian Dynasty was sitting on the dragon chair. The uncle was solemn and serious, with dragon eyes and tiger eyes.

On the left side of Emperor Cheng stood the left and right prime ministers, and the right prime minister Lin Jingzhi. Lin Jingzhi was already gray-haired, almost sixty years old, and thin, but his eyes were still bright and righteous.

Behind him is Fu Kun, who is in his forties. Although Fu Kun is an uncle, he is also handsome, with a three-inch black beard, and he looks much more capable than Lin Jingzhi.

Behind Fu Kun, there is a fat old man with a big belly, standing in the queue, one person occupies two, and no one is close to him.

The old man always had a three-point smile on his face, and there were two deep dimples at the corners of his mouth. The eyes are bent, like a half moon, like a cute doll in that year.

"Long live the five emperors, long live, long live—" civil and military officials pay homage to Emperor Cheng.

"Pingshen—" Emperor Cheng nodded with a smile, and he was also full of joy when he saw that the civil and martial arts of the Manchu Dynasty were full of energy. In recent years, with the help of these loyal ministers and generals, every day is safe and peaceful, and I hope today is also peaceful.