preface

In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of Hu Die, and Hu Die was lifelike, self-proclaimed and suitable, but he didn't know Zhou Ye. Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Die, and Hu Die's dream is Zhou and Hu Die, then there must be a difference. This is called materialization.

——Zhuangzi: The Theory of All Things.

"Beauty, beauty,

Hook my mind.

Thou art as silky as silk,

I'm lovesick.

Beauty, beauty,

Mess with my mind.

Your lips are like honey.

I'm fascinated.

Beauty, beauty,

into my heart,

You're in graceful shape

My heart was pounding.

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

When Ma Yun came back from Saixian Pavilion, he kept muttering this assertion in his mouth.

The two family members struggled to carry their drunk, open-clothed young master, full of wine, and his face was full of red lips and red marks of the Saixian Pavilion girl.

Master Ma Guanqun stood in the courtyard and shook his head again and again, thinking that he was a scholar of the household, and he gave birth to such a son who was addicted to wine. But there is only one son, what can he do? No matter how muddy it is, he has to spoil him.

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

The maids hurried to their jobs.

"Oops, why are you so drunk again~~" Huang Yue'e looked distressed, it was the girl who hurt the girl when she played with the girl, but it hurt her body by drinking.

"Let him go!" Master Ma flicked his sleeves and left, sullen and did not look back.

Mrs. Ma Baima glanced at him, he was different when he was young? Now that he is an official, he is afraid that it will affect his official reputation, so he will go to those green buildings. I don't know if he can't have a son and a half daughter, if he was played with when he was young.

"Beauty~~Beauty~~~"

When the maid bathed Ma Yun, Ma Yun was still chattering when he was in the bathtub.

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

When the maid dressed Ma Yun, Ma Yun hugged the maid and kissed her. Frightened, the maid hurriedly helped him to bed, put down the curtain, and fled quickly.

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

At that time, the maid got up early and gently went into the house to change the toilet.

As she passed by Ma Yun's bed, she heard a strange "rustling" sound in the tent, like a moth flapping its wings.

The maid stretched out her hand and gently opened the curtain, and when she boarded, the blue *** who was full of beds was stunned. Those blue *** with fluttering wings formed the shape of a person, lying on the bed like their young master.

In the middle of summer, the sky was already shining, and the curtain was lifted, and the light entered, and immediately startled those blue butterflies to flutter their wings and fly, like a roll of blue wind to the maid.

"Ahh

In the early morning, the screams of the maids instantly startled the maids in the garden, everyone ran one after another, and before they arrived at Ma Yun's yard, they saw countless blue butterflies flying up in Ma Yun's yard, and the blue *** gathered together was like a blue cloud slowly rising into the sky and going into the distance......

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

Huang Yue'e was already crying and collapsed beside the bed.

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

The maid was also frightened by the blue butterfly, her face was pale, trembling, and tears flowed down her face: "Back to the old man, young master, turn into a butterfly......"

"Butterfly, butterfly!" Ma Guanqun was stunned in the room, brushing his sleeves and being furious, "What kind of butterfly are you talking about to this old man early in the morning!"

"Master—you want to get Yun'er back, master, ah—Yun'er is our only son—" Huang Yue'e cried beside Ma Yun's bedside, "Oh, my Yun'er—how did you turn into a butterfly—you come back quickly—come back—come back—hurry! Go and ask the mage to get the young master back—"

The maid and the family in front of the door were also terrified, this Zhang family evil, the Li family ghost and other gossip have also heard a lot, but I have never heard that someone will turn into a butterfly!

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

"Eight doors!" Ma Guanqun suddenly shouted. In the whole room, only Ma Guanqun was still a little calmer, he looked at everyone, "Help Madame out, no one is allowed to enter this room again!"

"Yes!" the old woman hurriedly came in and helped Huang Yue'e up.

The horse crown group went out with his sleeves brushed up.

"Master—Master!" Huang Yue'e cried and chased out, pulling him by the sleeve, "Where are you going?

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

"Eight doors?" Huang Yue'e wiped her tears and jumped to her feet in a hurry, "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 back?!Oh, my Yun'er-" Huang Yue'e cried again.

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

He didn't see his son turn into a butterfly, but the maids and maids and family members in the whole yard saw it, and this blue *** must exist.

Huang Yue'e was stunned, and the maids and maids around her also looked at each other, what is the ninth gate?

"The ninth gate, what is the ninth gate?" Huang Yue'e stared blankly at Ma Guanqun.

"That's the royal mage!hey!" Ma Guanqun yelled, turned and left.

Huang Yue'e stood in place in a daze, royal ...... And the royal mage? How could she never have heard of it? But if it was royal, it must be the best mage of the Qianchao! She was looking for a son!

On the drum tower on the sun, the bell rings, and the Manchu Dynasty civil and military are separated on both sides of the court, and the east and west of the Wendong are separated.

Emperor Cheng of the Qianth Dynasty was sitting on the dragon chair, and the uncle was solemn and killed, 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, close to the sixtieth birthday, and his body was thin, but his eyes were still bright and upright.

Behind him is Fu Kun Zuoxiang, who is more than forty years old. Although Fu Kun is an uncle, he is also dignified, with a three-inch black beard, and he looks much more capable than Lin Jingzhi.

Behind Fu Kun, there was a fat old man, the old man had a big belly, standing in the queue, one person accounted for two, and no one was close to each other.

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, long live—" Hundreds of civil and military officials worshiped Emperor Cheng.

"Flat body————" Emperor Cheng smiled and nodded, seeing that the Manchu Dynasty was in high spirits, his heart was also full of joy. In recent years, with the help of these loyal ministers and military generals, every day is peaceful, and I hope that today is also peaceful.