red butterfly month by month

The candlelight is brighter and more colorful, overlooking from the window, the whole Butterfly Valley is very beautiful.The little fire-setting butterflies with red wings and golden patterns came over happily to ask for credit, and Gongsunyue couldn't help but think of their blond-haired and red-clothed master who always likes to have a big face close to them...

Stepped to the kitchen.

Mr. Butterfly is a person who never treats himself badly. There are all kinds of things in the kitchen. Gongsunyue is not as particular as he is, and he does not go to the ice cave to find other sauced meat and vegetables. He only rolled out a handful of noodles and picked out two chicken eggs , cut another plate of green vegetables, mixed a bowl of sauce, and took the tray to the spring.

The noodles can be eaten after a little rolling in the boiling water, and the green vegetables and chicken eggs are also cooked immediately.Putting the wooden tray into another open-air hot spring, Gongsun Yue got up, changed into a silk shirt, walked into the hot spring, found the moon-white stone seat inlaid with red butterfly patterns and sat on it.In an instant, the slightly hot spring water did not reach the chest, and the hot air went straight into the body, making the whole body smoky and comfortable.

The wooden tray slowly floated over, Gongsunyue reached out to catch it, adjusted the sauce, thought about it again, turned around and leaned towards the jade seat, and sure enough touched a butterfly-shaped jade handle.As soon as it was pressed down, there was a sliding sound, and a round wooden ball floated up from the depression behind the stone seat. The spherical wooden box was opened, and inside was a half box of ice beads surrounded by a two-jin small wine jar. It is stuffed, but it is the best peach blossom stuffing.

One sip of noodles and one sip of wine, the sky is full of stars, the surrounding lights are dotted, and the grass and trees are fragrant in the air.The peach blossom stuffing tastes sweet, not intoxicating, and it is only slightly drunk when it is poured into the stomach, but it happens to be the most comfortable time for the body.

Mr. Butterfly is a person who can always live a very happy life.

Standing up to put the plate in a corner, Gongsun Yue got up and changed into clean clothes, carrying a pot of warm water and walking back to Glimpse.The little butterflies followed her and flew along the road, and the lamps went out one by one.Lying down on the bed again, Gongsun Yue fell asleep almost as soon as she closed her eyes.

When I woke up again, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight penetrated through layers of gauze curtains, leaving only haze.

Floating light is the glazed window sash, but the curtains were drawn last night before going to bed.

Gongsun Yue squinted her eyes, and sure enough, a long golden hair appeared from the side of her pillow.

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5. Butterfly Moon Daily

Neat clothes are stacked on the smoke cage, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers coming from the outside.

Gongsun Yue got up to wash and change clothes, walked around the screen, opened the curtain, and stepped out of the cubicle.On the round table in the outer hall, I saw a white porcelain flower dendrobium at some time, holding a large bouquet of half-bud and half-open roses. The colors are very bright and strong, which is different from the usual flower arrangements that are sparse and elegant. The typical Mr. Butterfly style.A cup of bird's nest porridge and a cup of clear tea are warmed in the warm cage next to it, just right for the entrance.

After a little refreshment, Gongsun Yuezhi fanned out the door, and there were red butterflies flying ahead to lead the way.

Walking along the Qingshi Road, with gurgling water, shining golden scales, singing birds and fragrant flowers, and fluttering colorful butterflies, the whole Butterfly Valley seems to be filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Along the way, flowers blow willows, gradually enter the back mountain, pass through two blooming gardens, the Rose Garden and the Peony Pavilion, and the scenery on both sides also changes from exotic flowers and trees to fruits, trees and vegetables.After a few more steps, I saw the blond-haired and red-clothed Mr. Butterfly squatting on his knees in a green leaf bushes that were not as high as his legs, with a large basket of red fruits in a blue bamboo basket beside him.

Mr. Butterfly himself likes red, and the flowers, trees, vegetables and fruits planted in Butterfly Valley are mostly red. This red fruit is one of his favorite fruits. It is called red berry. It is fragrant and pleasant, sweet and sour. It comes from Overseas, in this difficult situation, can be regarded as the only existence.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mr. Butterfly turned his head, and his delicate and handsome face was immediately full of joy.Standing up and leaping, her figure rose gracefully, her robe and sleeves fluttered, and she swept to her side like a swallowtail butterfly.The golden hair reflects the rising sun, and every strand of hair is overflowing with joy.

"Ayue!"

Gongsunyue spread out her folding fan, skillfully blocked the stunning face that suddenly magnified in front of her eyes, and subconsciously licked the corners of her lips: "Are you in a good mood?"

"Yes!" Mr. Butterfly stretched out his right hand to Gongsunyue, holding a dewy cranberry in his palm. The fruit was plump and rosy, just like a peach heart.At the beginning of their acquaintance, the first gift Mr. Butterfly gave her was a bouquet of flowers woven into the shape of a peach heart. According to him, in his hometown, this is the representative of heart and love.

"Anything happy?" Gongsunyue took the fruit and played with it.

"It's just such a happy thing!"

"tell me the story."

"You—don't know?" Mister Butterfly approached again.

Gongsun Yue folded the fan and pushed the person away with the fan handle against his head: "Should I know?"

"Haha, I don't know if it's Ah Yue, but if you're happy, it's Butterfly. Let's go, let's go back to have breakfast!"

Mr. Butterfly took Gongsunyue's hand and happily walked back.Gongsunyue was pulled by him, her eyes fell on the hands they held, she paused, and finally let him go.

After dinner, the two went to the study together, and Mister Butterfly took out the wooden box containing the ancient books and opened it for Gongsun Yue to see.

"Is this the ancient book that Lan Yi was talking about?" Gongsun Yue took out the book and opened the title page.Mr. Butterfly came behind her at some point, and covered her eyes with his hands: "Ah Yue, just glance at it when you can, don't read the handwriting carefully."

"So serious?" Gongsunyue stopped reading after hearing the words, closed the pages of the book in her hand, pulled Mr. Butterfly's hand away, and turned her head to ask.

"If you get hurt, it's nothing serious!" Mr. Butterfly put his head on Gongsunyue's shoulder and acted coquettishly: "Just thinking about your injury, Mr. Butterfly will be so heartbroken that he can't breathe!"

Gongsunyue pointed at his forehead and pushed the person away, Mr. Butterfly turned around with her strength, leaned against the desk in a chic posture, and said: "But with your cultivation level, Ayue, you can't worry about it in my heart." If you are on guard, it’s okay to read a few pages.” Then he hurriedly added: “Of course, it’s best not to read!”

Gongsunyue put the book back into the wooden box: "Even so, just to be on the safe side, I'll read it after you finish translating it."

"Yes, yes!" Mr. Butterfly nodded his head: "Don't mention anything else, just calligraphy and painting, Mr. Butterfly's level is higher than this ghost book by a distance of Yinchuan River! It is most suitable for Ah Yue to watch!"

Gongsunyue shook her head: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and read!"

"Don't worry, sharpening a knife is not the same as chopping firewood, and you must always make preparations before turning the pages of the book."

Gongsunyue watched him silently busy preparing for work.

A series of sandalwood tables, pens, ink, paper, inkstone, paperweights, etc. are all available in the study; a copper censer with gold patterns rises smoke, which is the best tranquil sandalwood; dendrobium flowers are placed in the four corners of the study, and butterflies It is called to relieve the dull atmosphere; there is another soft couch behind the screen, which is called to take a rest when you are tired; and another good seat is set in front of the desk, with a list of fragrant tea and fruit points, but it is prepared for her Gongsun Yue, which is called translation maximum power.

"It's most appropriate to hang two gold ingots in front of you!" Gongsun Yue snorted coldly.

"Ah Yue is wrong~" Mister Butterfly said with a hippie smile, "I love Ah Yue and not money!"

Gongsunyue raised her eyebrows and asked directly: "Since you don't love money, where did you go yesterday?"

"Yeah, money is money, business is business, two different things!" Mr. Butterfly changed the subject, talking about him from left to right.

Gongsun Yue narrowed her eyes.Mr. Butterfly is ruthless in his shots, but he is not bloodthirsty. Instead, he is a person who values ​​rules very much.Even though there is basically no bottom line principle in front of her, the secret information involved in the transaction will never be revealed.

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The formation closed the valley, and the Butterfly Valley was calm for the next ten days. Under Gongsunyue's urging, Mr. Butterfly's translation progressed smoothly, and it was coming to an end little by little.

Reading is regarded by Mr. Butterfly as the first of the three most hated things in his life. These days, in order to let him sit quietly at the desk and honestly translate ancient books, Gongsun Yue racked his brains to fight wits and courage with him, and finally had to sit aside Stare at the whole time.Fortunately, although Mr. Butterfly doesn't like reading, there are quite a few books in Butterfly Valley, including many precious ancient books, so it's not a waste of time.

"What is this doing?"

Gongsunyue turned over a page of the book, and when she looked up, she saw that on the stone table next to her, the half-translated ancient text was thrown aside again, and Mr. Butterfly was sitting at the table, busy with something serious.

"You're done! What a masterpiece!" Mr. Butterfly happily picked up the finished product that he had been working on for a long time, a pink hairband, with a delicate butterfly outlined in ink in the center, and four ink characters dripping with ink on both sides , the butterfly will win.

The hairband was tied on the forehead, and Mr. Butterfly moved his hands behind his back to let Gongsunyue take a closer look: "How is it?"

Gongsun Yue folded the fan, and the handle lifted his chin: "What a flowery and jade lotus noodle."

"Gongsun Yue!" Mister Butterfly was angry.

"Looking closer, it's a face that looks like anger or resentment toward your daughter-in-law."

Mr. Butterfly jumped: "Don't talk about my wife's face!"

After the daily play, Gongsun Yuezhan smiled lightly: "Okay, I see you can't sit still anymore, then take a break and come over for a cup of tea."

"Ah Yue cooks the tea herself. If I miss it, I will lose my money. Is there any reason not to obey?" Mr. Butterfly's temper comes and goes like the wind, and he sat down happily after turning around.

Gongsunyue got up to tidy up the stone table he had messed up, brushed the ancient cowhide book with her fingers, and saw the butterfly-shaped gold bookmark stuck on the last few pages, she couldn't help asking: "The translation is completed?"

"Not yet." Mr. Butterfly sniffed the fragrance of tea lightly, drank lightly and tasted slowly, his posture was as graceful as a fairy.When he is normal, he can really bear the sound of being the best man in the world.

After Meimei took a sip of tea, Mister Butterfly turned her eyes to the book and curled her lips: "The further you get to the back, the darker it is, and it takes more time.