"In the Dharma-Ending Age, people will always be sentimental. Flowers and butterflies are not talented. How about giving a song to each of you?"

"OK!"

I couldn't even get my mouth full of the wind, and I shouted more happily than anyone else at this time.

The maid from Mao'er came again and brought them a few pots of high-quality fairy wine and two plates of purple peanuts.

Without much greeting, Hua Butterfly took out a flute between her sleeves.

Li Yao heard from Jufeng that he was proficient in all kinds of flowers, butterflies, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was especially good at music. He was a master of piano playing.

The butterfly lifted up the lilac tulle skirt and owed to sit on the stool.

One meter away from the two of them, the red lips lightly opened, and the sound of the flute suddenly started.

The sound from the high-pitched sound is like a fox soaring into the sky, burning the sky and destroying the earth, and like a flying fox on the snowy mountain, cold and lonely.

In a blink of an eye, the sound of the flute was lingering like water, becoming resentful and sobbing.

Li Yao's expression was slightly rippling, and every cell in his body was tense.

He could hear that Hua Die's flute-playing skills were natural, without the craftsmanship of manual craftsmanship. The song seemed calm and told in a leisurely manner, but it inadvertently touched your heartstrings.

No wonder this woman became the top player in Jiuxiang Pavilion!

It is the artistic level of this song that is too high, contains all kinds of life and is always filled with a faint sadness.

Even the wind, which had always been open-minded and unworried, became gradually deeper, as if he had remembered some unknown tragic past, drinking pot after pot.

She usually has an invincible alcohol tolerance, and she is dizzy after drinking it and her fox eyes are blurred.

Until Huadian changed into a guqin.

Suddenly the strings started, the silver bottle broke and the water slurry burst out, and the iron cavalry protruded and the sword sounded.

Li Yao suddenly felt refreshed, as if he heard the pointing of the great sword, and the star dust fell...

It seemed as if I heard the night and the strong wind caressing the mountains, and the stars were cut by a sword, whistling silently.

It seemed as if I heard the night coming, the last chanting of 50 billion monkeys.

Li Yao was so excited that he felt that the progress of the system conquering the universe was almost impossible to contain it.

Finally, the flower butterfly song is finally pulled and the painting is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like a crack of silk.

Even Jufeng was stunned... His expression was shocked even though he couldn't understand it.

After the two songs were finished, the butterfly stood up.

"What do you guys think?"

Li Yao sighed with some regret:

"Isn't Miss Huadian so talented, but she stays in the fireworks place. Isn't it too talented?"

Huadie said:

"Art is the last moat for mankind in the face of science. The mystery of art lies in the blur itself, but it also conforms to a certain truth in blur. To be precise, art is also a science about human emotions... Only in the land of fireworks can we meet all kinds of people, hear all kinds of half-true and half-false stories, and write the songs that these people imagine express themselves."

Li Yao was unaware of the sternness and was stunned for a moment.

Huadian asked:

"What interesting stories do you guys have?"

Jufeng didn't want to listen to any songs anymore. He felt that the atmosphere was brewing, so he stood up and said:

"Why don't we go into the inner room and talk about it in detail?"

Huadian didn't move and said:

"I have always written songs for guests. Today I met Mr. Li with a magnificent and stunning style. I took the liberty to let Mr. write a poem for the flower butterfly."

Seeing that the wingman was about to lift the curtain when he was sucking the wind, Li Yao rang the railway while it was hot:

"Poetry is not written in a hard way, it must be written after in-depth communication."

When Hua Die heard this, her face turned red and she thought for a long time before she entered the inner room.

"Please come in."

Li Yao raised his foot and sucked the wind on his heels.

"You want to follow me too?"

Li Yao was speechless.

He licked his face and said:

"I'm here to be your wingman, I'm just going to do it, but I won't come."

...

The inner room is the boudoir of the butterfly.

Taking guests into the boudoir means you can do something that you can do.

But Hua Die's boudoir layout was unexpectedly cold.

The four black stones on the walls and a small green jade bed, the room is transparent from north to south, and it is chilly, without the feeling of a gentle home.

Fortunately, the way to pick the wind was very wild. When I entered the house and exchanged greetings, I started smoking and drinking for her.

Hua Die was unable to beat her drinking and began to tell her bedside story.

There are more than one story, there are many.

Some are as plain as water, some are treacherous, some are bizarre, some are romantic, some are heartwarming, and some are depressed, as if they are not talking about the same person.

The room was filled with the blurred purple cherry light and shadows, and the aphrodisiac rosemary.

Li Yao smiled.

"Didn't you agree to communicate in depth, but it's okay."

The flower butterfly's eyes were calm, reflecting the stars, telling each other in a leisurely manner.

"Five years ago, the Roman Prince of the Empire occupied the palace and usurped the throne. That night, Princess Victoria entered the palace and shattered the royal dream of Roman Prince. The reason why Victoria could easily attack the Emperor Star was because an unknown princess named Feiya sent out the secret key to cracking the planet-ruling array, and the one who created this secret key was Princess Xinglan."

Li Yao had known this story for a long time...

But the flower butterfly retelled it, which made him suddenly think of another poem about sinking fish.

There seems to be something...

In order to find her lover with millions of eyes, she gave the key to the brilliant Chenxing.

Li Yao was not sure that every word was right, but that was probably what it meant.

At that time, he thought it was just a love poem, so he didn't pay much attention. Now it seems that this poem may imply something...

Li Yao suddenly thought about it carefully and was extremely terrified.

The question is, where did Hua Die know such a palace secret?

"What happened later?"

Li Yao asked clearly.

Huadian sighed:

"Sadly, both princesses were burned to death by the spreading explosive flame."

Li Yao was slightly surprised.

Princess Xinglan defected to the card killing alive, which is well known to everyone. Why did Hua Die say that both princesses were burned to death?

Who is this woman?

"You said Princess Xinglan was also burned to death?"

The butterfly smiled calmly.

"In order to let Feiya leave her entire body, Xinglan was burned to ashes."

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Chapter completed!