The top of the mountain, the view of the plate, the view of the plate, the view of the plate beard, only the old road of the plate. The peak of the mountain is high into the sky, as if reaching into the clouds.

The small view of the road is on the top of the cliff, and it is as arrogant as the old road.

Today, the imperial court is persecuting the rebels, and the small body can do anything about it.

The imperial court plundered and oppressed, and the people were forced to be helpless, cornered, and rose up, right or wrong?

What can he do with an old man?

The old man stroked his beard and sighed.

"Pitiful, little curtain frost, but, your resentment, your hatred, your oath, I heard the old way, I hope that in the next life you will no longer have resentment, free ......"

His gaze swept to the glass bottle on the wooden table, where a butterfly fluttered its wings.

He picked up the bottle, opened the cap, and the butterfly flew out, in the air, and swirled on the pink dress of the little curtain cream.

With her eyes closed, she lay quietly under the heavens, on the cobblestone.

"Go, go, go suck her......" Bearded Old Dao muttered to himself to the butterfly.

Butterflies landed on her lips and kissed her......

The pale and stiff face finally showed a faint smile, did she squint?

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all year round, over and over again.

The butterfly is still there, and the little figure has long since become a thing of the past, disappearing from people's sight and forgotten in the back of their minds.

Takishui County in Takizhou no longer exists, but it has become Luoding Zhilu Prefecture, and Lingyunyi's daimyo has risen straight up in the imperial court and has made meritorious contributions to quelling the rebellion.

The flowers on Pansu Mountain are blooming, butterflies are also happy, the world of flowers, the ocean of leaves, how free and easy.

Pan Xu Lao Dao sat at the table, lazily drinking wine, looking at the free butterfly, as if the scene from a few years ago was still in front of him.

The small figure chased butterflies under his Pansu Mountain, and the joyful eyebrows and eyes remained deeply in his mind.

"Where is Grandpa from?"

"Grandpa, are there immortals on that mountain?"

The butterflies on Pansu Mountain flew, flew over the mountains, flew over the rivers, and flew to the plains, as if they were about to fly to the tragic Yao Village back then.

The village has regained its vitality, but no matter how alive it is, the graves behind the village are still clearly visible, becoming a mountain of graves and a dead village.

The butterfly rested on the stele of a tomb and rested on it for a long time......

The stone tablet of the tomb reads: The Tomb of the Righteous Luo Yan.

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The weather is hot, and at the mouth of the Gaoxia Mountain Gorge in Kaolin County, a young girl is washing her feet by the water, saying that she is washing her feet, but she is just playing in the water.

She has a fair and pure face, soft and fine skin. The eyebrows are slender and picturesque, and the eyes are sparkling like stars. The whole face is delicate and beautiful, without the slightest smell of fireworks in the world.

A girl in yellow stood behind her with a smile, looking at her happy appearance, and she was also in a very good mood.

"Miss, it's been long enough, you can put on your shoes and socks." The girl in yellow asked.

The woman known as "Miss" pouted and looked back at the girl in yellow, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay, then you pull Miss Ben up." ”

These two people are the young lady Liu Piaoyi and the maid Chunlin in the Zhizhou Mansion of Luoding Prefecture.

After Takishui was changed to Luodingzhou, the imperial court sent Zhizhou to take office, and Liu Xianfu served as the prefect of Luodingzhou for three years.

Liu Piaoyi also lived in Luoding Prefecture for three years.

The willow who came ashore saw the colorful wildflowers and butterflies on the grass on the shore of the water, and became interested in it for a while, and fluttered and danced with the butterflies in the flowers and plants.

The maid Chunlin watched with a smile and waited silently aside.

After a while, the sound of the horse tellurium was heard, and Liu Piaomei stopped dancing and looked at the man who came quickly.

The person who came was a servant of the house, and shouted in panic to Liu Piao, "Miss, something happened......

Yes, something happened, and the Lord of Zhizhou, Liu Xianfu, was assassinated when he went out.

Liu Xianfu is close to Ling Yunyi, the governor of Liangguang, and is still the husband of Prime Minister Zhang Taiju's eldest wife's sister.

Liu Piao was stunned, how could it be! Her head was in a mess......

Liu Zhizhou Xianyou, the prefect is in chaos. Liu Piao's mother fell ill when she heard the news and couldn't get up anymore.

Liu Piaoyi couldn't stand the blow and fainted in the mourning hall, and a butterfly flew out of nowhere and flew beside Liu Piaoyi.

Chunlin wanted to drive away the butterflies, but she couldn't.

Many days later, the imperial court sent a new Lord Zhizhou again, and the Liu family wanted to return to their ancestral home.

When he returned to his former residence, Ling Yunyi's son Ling Xinan came from the Liangguang Governor's Mansion to see him off.

"Ji'er, do you really want to leave?"

There was reluctance in his eyes.

Liu Piao smiled stunned, "If you don't go back, is there still where my Liu Piao is here?" ”

"If you don't dislike it, the Governor's Palace will always be your home."

The man tried to keep her, but she still sneered.

She looked at him indifferently, "If you really care, you will find out the murderer of my father, and I am grateful here." ”

Ling Xinan grabbed her wrist and said solemnly, "I will, I, Ling Xinan, will definitely find out the bandit who killed Uncle Liu, you must believe me." ”

Liu Piaoyi looked at his warm face quietly and smiled reluctantly, "Xinan, take care of yourself." ”

She was gone, and he couldn't keep him, and he couldn't help her, and let her leave with a sad heartache, and he punched the tree in anger, and the leaves fell from the ground and fell on his shoulder, and he didn't feel it.

Who, who has the audacity to kill the imperial court officials!

He Ling Xinan swore in his heart that he must find out the murderer of Lord Zhizhou and give Piaoyu an explanation.

Standing on the side of the road, he looked at the carriage that was far away until it disappeared in front of him.

The mother was as stupid as a fool, and her heart ached.

Seeing her mother holding her father's urn and refusing to let go, she didn't know how to persuade her.

When she arrived at the ancestral home, she was going to bury her father, and her mother still didn't let go, what should she do?

My father is alone, has no relatives, and his ancestral home in Yecheng only has neighbors.

My grandfather and grandmother passed away many years ago, and my father was only a son, and now my father is gone, and my mother is stupid, what should she do?

Guarding his mother in the former residence to live a stable life.

This is Liu Piaoyi's wish at this time.

When the carriage finally arrived outside the gate of the ancestral residence in Yecheng, she came back to her senses and said that she had not been back for many years.

When she turned around to give the coachman the silver she had given all the way, she saw a butterfly fluttering at the curtain of the car.

Did the butterflies here come to greet her, or did the butterflies from Luodingzhou come with her?