The rebellious words made everyone silent, their faces were embarrassed, and the air of red nephrite froze, and the terrible thing about the big vernacular was to lift the fig leaf and slap the face.

Cheng Yingyu looked at Su Qian, his face turned white when he was caught in the middle, and at this moment, the noise downstairs became louder, and he could faintly hear the familiar male voice and the coquettish laughter of the cluster.

Nian Nujiao was at the door, neither to go, nor to stay, Cheng Ying felt that there was no way to go on like this, so he rushed up and pushed open the green screen window suddenly.

A few clangs. The hall was bustling.

Cheng Yinghu said that their Accord was on the second floor, and at this moment, the window sash was wide open, and the faces of several people were exposed to the sight, and the red velvet platform of the Golden Silk Pavilion downstairs, the man in purple was charming, and they all looked up in surprise.

"Home, the head of the house......" Nian Nu was so embarrassed that he couldn't move his feet.

Su Qian subconsciously wanted to rush down to see his master, but was stopped by Cheng Yingyu: "Uncle, just this once, please." ”

Su Qian had to freeze and arch his hand from afar. Shen Yin and the incense are also far away, Zhao Xiyan nodded, no one had the intention of going down to greet him, and the master downstairs did not come up to greet him.

"The head of the Qian family, Qian Mu, everyone, ......" Qian Mu's gaze slipped on several people, more playful, and he waved it, "Your guests are polite." ”

Cheng Yingyu leaned against the window, looking at the man with a complicated expression, the purple shirt was loosely open, revealing a jade-colored mark on his chest, his black hair was not crowned, and he was draped behind his shoulders casually, and his jade-like pupils were full of drunkenness, laziness, and he looked at everything with indifferent shallowness.

A Western Regions agate wine jug in his right hand, a beautiful woman in red in his left hand, a warbler and a swallow nephrite beside him are warm and fragrant, no less than ten fingers, skillfully and eagerly hugging the man, his eyes are like silk.

This is a seemingly common map of the wind and moon field.

But it is indeed a stranger, to the gentleman of Little Thirteen.

"Sir, he'...... Is this the kind of person you are? Cheng Ying gasped in disbelief.

Nian Nujiao chuckled: "Lang Yan is unique, East Palace, Xiaofeng Wanyue, Lord of Jiangnan." The dawn wind and waning moon refer not to the breeze and the bright moon, but to the willow bank that never sleeps, drunk and lying in the red tent. Girl, do you know where the name of the head of the family comes from? ”

"Curtain?" Cheng Ying groaned.

"The curtain is light, the water is thin, and the cup is smiling and embracing the Dongshan prostitute." Shen Yin answered next to him and raised his eyebrows, "Appropriate to the situation." ”

Cheng Yingyu suddenly remembered what Qian Mu said: Little Thirteen don't have to test Mr., all your guesses are like that, and you don't have to think of Mr. as a person who is not clean from the sludge, thinking that it is impossible for me to have something.

Such a person, coupled with such honesty, I don't know whether to say whether he is arrogant or true temperament. Xiaofeng waning moon, I am afraid that there is another meaning, called the wind and moon in the world, like a play.

So even if he saw the identity of the party upstairs, Qian Mu didn't care, looked at the thousands of purples and reds beside him again, and smiled lightly: "Let's continue to play our ...... The old rules, how? ”

"Yes, yes! The old rules! The slave smoked the most incense, and he will definitely come out on top tonight! ”

The girls all clapped their hands and laughed, their eyes showed anticipation, and they couldn't even hold back Nian Nujiao, so they offended, and rushed down, the more they surprised everyone on the second floor, what kind of game it was.

Qian Mu took off a lacquered gold basket that he brought with him, looked at the beautiful women with glowing eyes, smiled, and his slender fingertips hooked the small lock of the basket.

Click. There was a slight sound, and suddenly, hundreds of butterflies flew out, and colorful shadows filled the entire beauty hall.

And the girls who surrounded the money curtain immediately came up with a variety of tricks, some lifted their skirts, wanting to make the incense more intense, some danced a whirling dance, so that the brocade clothes fluttered like a flower, and even more, took out the butterfly wings of bamboo bones and yarn to wave, wanting to make themselves imitate a butterfly.

The beauty hall is very lively. Waterfall-like butterflies fluttering all over the sky, circling in the hall randomly, looking good is good-looking, but the sweaty faces of the girls are gradually disappointed and deflated.

"What are they doing?" Cheng Ying smacked her tongue.

"Let the butterflies go to themselves." Su Qian, who was sweating for the money curtain, finally got a chance and came forward to defend, "As long as the butterfly goes to a certain person, the head of the family will sleep with that person." ”

"And what if you go to some old woman?" Cheng Ying rolled her eyelids.

"No way, these butterflies are specially trained." Su Qian was very active in justifying the name of the Qian Curtain, "The Qian Mansion has a special butterfly station, which specializes in raising and training butterflies. Therefore, butterflies can be found all year round, even in winter, butterflies can be released. ”

Shen Yin also opened his eyes on the side: "Yes, I heard that the butterfly house of this Qian Mansion, the air temperature and humidity have special clever control, when the head of the Qian family returned to the south from Shengjing, he spent a lot of money to build, that is, from that year, all the owners of the family will play this butterfly selection." ”

"Butterfly Selection?" Cheng Ying frowned.

"I've heard it, too. Whoever the butterfly goes to, it will sleep with whomever it wants, which is the so-called butterfly selection. Zhao Xiyan interjected, "But since the head of the family returned to the south and built the butterfly, it has been seven years, and for seven years, this butterfly has been played hundreds of times, and none of them have been selected." ”

After a pause, Zhao Xiyan calculated and understood: "If I remember correctly, this butterfly election is prevalent, and it is still before Mrs. Nan enters the mansion." ”

"Not bad! None of them were selected! To this day, the head of the family has only slept with Mrs. Nan! Su Qian immediately added, looked at Cheng Yingyu a little nervously, and added, "Don't look at the mainstream of the family, that is, drink and listen to music, and there is no relationship between mandarin ducks." ”

Cheng Yingxu didn't speak. Seven years ago, the gentleman behind the screen said goodbye to her, Gongzi Fei became a money curtain, and she entered the palace and became his wife.

Suddenly, there was a moment of silence in the beautiful pavilion that was still wonderful before, and it was the kind of streak under extreme shock.

Cheng Yingyu subconsciously looked up, and then her pupils shrank.

Hundreds of butterflies came to her.

As if she had been pulled by something, all the butterflies flew towards her, and the shadows fluttered, and the butterfly wings fluttered around her.

Everyone was stunned. Seven years, seven years of headless flies, butterflies seem to have awakened something, and finally go to one person, all.

Cheng Yingyu looked at the purple-clothed man downstairs through the waterfall-like gap, he also looked at her, his eyes passed through the sea of people, and there were dissolving ripples in his emerald eyes.

His lips twitched, and he silently spat out three words.

Little Thirteen. Cheng Yingyu knew that what he said must be Xiao Thirteen.

At that moment, Cheng Yingyu seemed to see the young man of the year again, sitting behind the screen, the sunlight cut out a pine-like figure, and the smile was green, bringing her the whole world.

In the next son, Fei, not talented, added as a thirteen girls and masters.

How about calling the girl Little Thirteen?

……

Little Thirteen, the butterfly is finally going to you.

……

"The head of the Qian family, don't mess around." Cheng Ying dropped a sentence loudly, and ran out of the beauty hall without looking back, making the autumn of September cold and the tip of her sour nose.

Why did butterflies come to her?

She seems to know the reason, but it seems to be too long, the memory fragments are blurred, she can't remember, in the seven years of time, the youth is old, the child grows up, and the streamer throws people away.