Charm Ji confuses the world

Chapter 492
"The butterfly wearing the flower sees deeply, and the dragonfly flying on the water."

Ye Qingfeng's affectionate look made Mo Yi, a senior man, couldn't bear to look directly at him. He was a rough man and didn't understand the meaning of these literary lines, but seeing Ye Qingfeng's intoxicated face, he couldn't bear to beat him. No, but if you ask him if he likes it or not, he really can't answer it.

Seeing that Mo Yi didn't react against it, Ye Qingfeng gently shook the wine cup in his hand, and the fine wine inside swayed left and right under his skillful movements, but it didn't splash out at all.

"I don't know if Brother Mo has heard of a word?"

When Mo Yi heard the man in purple calling him Brother Mo, he thought it was much better than calling him Mo Yi affectionately, so he straightened his expression, and said with a serious face: "Master Zihou, please tell me."

"Do you know what these flying butterflies represent?"

"Are these big moths? What do they represent? Lord Zihou, I, Mo Yi, am a rough man. If you have anything to say, you might as well speak up."

Ye Qingfeng took a deep breath, Mo Yi still didn't understand what he meant, it seems that what he said earlier was still a little too hidden.

"Butterfly, in late spring. Gillian first wore light yellow clothes and leaned against the window to learn to paint. It was like seeing flowers in the sky, and they were flying opposite each other. For no reason and tears wiped the rouge, and provoked the wings to hang down. In the previous years, the butterfly It is a woman's sustenance for spring, and the pair of butterflies flying in the flower room symbolizes the woman and her own officials. If you say it this way, brother Mo understand?"

Mo Yi gulped down the fine wine in his hand, he can't be blamed, he also wanted to become learned, but the old lady Mo left him in the barracks to raise him since he was a child, and he practiced a lot in marching and fighting. But there is no ink in this belly. Master Zihou loves literati, and it is fine to have a glass of wine with him, but he is really not good at reciting poems with wine.

"Master Zihou, you continue to talk, I will listen carefully."

When she came, the wife and mother had confessed that they could not provoke this Lord Hou. Since he couldn't avoid it, he would bite the bullet and hold on.

Ye Qingfeng nodded in satisfaction, this time, he simply stood up from his seat and turned around Mo Yi's chair.

Mo Yi's head was dizzy, and the man in purple didn't say a word.

"The quiet flowers in the courtyard take the second fragrance, and Feifei Xiaodie takes the time. You are here for a long time by the window, cute dark yellow love light yellow?"

"Love them all, love them all." Mo Yi's tongue was tied, he couldn't understand the first half of the meaning, but he could still understand the last sentence with his brain.

"I already knew that brother Mo must be a knowledgeable person, and also my bosom friend."

"Where, where, Mr. Zihou is a talented person, and I, Mo Yi, are just pretending to be a fool, so I can't make it to the stage."

What Mo Yi said was the truth, but Ye Qingfeng thought he was just being modest, and most of the literati were like this.

Ye Qingfeng lifted his sleeves, and the lights in the room brightened instantly. Those butterflies were circling back and forth in the air. Mo Yi suddenly understood something. He patted his head and asked the man in purple in front of him. : "Lord Zihou, do you know that Mo Yi has a wife in his family, and you also know her name?"

"Well, I know everything about Brother Mo."

Ye Qingfeng is meaningful and evocative, but this Mo Yi is a rough man, so he can't hear the meaning of Ye Qingfeng's words.

"Oh! Let me just say it! I just said that Master Zihou is not an ungrateful person. It must be a good intention to prepare all this for me today!"

"Well, it did take me a lot of time."

"Master Zihou, those poems about butterflies you mentioned earlier were also specially prepared for Mo Mou, right?"

"nature."

At this moment, Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He was still at a loss when he saw the romantic scene of Master Zihou being a butterfly and reciting poems. Feelings are props and props specially prepared for him in order to repay his kindness. verse.

Xiao Die has always admired the learned and talented man like her imperial brother, if she can show the scene in the house at Xiao Moli's first birthday party, and read out the previous poems with her name on it, she I will definitely be very moved and rush to myself.

"Thank you, Mr. Zihou has a good intention. Wait a moment. I didn't remember what you said earlier. Please, Mr. Zihou, please say a few more verses about butterflies. I will keep them in my heart now. I am afraid that when the time comes Those few words are not enough.”

Ye Qingfeng looked puzzled, feeling that Mo Yi's sudden change was inexplicable.

"Mo Yi, do you know what a butterfly represents? Two butterflies fly together, that's the story of Liang Zhu, the poignant love between them is touching."

Mo Yi blushed and nodded, "I know, this kind of thing can only trouble Lord Zihou. I, Mo Yi, don't have any literary friends in Lanling, so I can only rely on you."

"Rely on me? Well, then you can rely on me from now on."

"Thank you, Master Zihou, then tell me, I will remember it with my heart." It seems that they misunderstood the people in Zihou's mansion in the previous incident. He ordered people to destroy the Mochizuki branch.

Besides, Master Zihou, as a big man, condescended to give him a magic weapon to coax Xiaodie. He should thank him very much.

After he learns this romantic method and shows it to Xiao Die at home, she should stop saying that she is a dumbass.

"Mo Yi likes to listen, so I'll read it to you."

"Dancing around, I was born in Xiangguo since I was a child. I am tired of powder, and I love to sleep in front of the flowers. Every time I come late because of the twists and turns, the speed is even lower. I have learned so much that I am crazy and frivolous."

"Yanghua flutters into the tent, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise shell screen is drunk. The butterfly of the owner flies to the west, and the boy on white rides back today."

"Xuxu plays in the clear light, lingering on the fragrance of the dew. The dance follows the white flowers, and the willows are yellow. The tree-end warblers are anxious, and the curtains are busy. The fragrant grass in the south garden is chaotic and chasing bees."

"Slender eyebrows and double stalks against the enemy's autumn hair, Ran Ranfang Garden has suffered a few times every day. You should be content with the dew and flowers in the clear night, and the warmth and wind will make you want to be high. After the lover's death, the soul is still there, and the proud officials come together to dream. Hateful, don't put vanilla into Lisao."

Mo Yi remembered it very seriously, and raised his head from time to time to signal the man in purple to continue.

Ye Qingfeng didn't remember how long he had said it, but he always cherished men very much, now that Mo Yi likes to listen to him talk about love so much, so it doesn't matter if he says a few more words.

"Fifty strings on the zither for no reason, one string and one column reminisce about the new year. Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, and Wang Dichun entrusted the cuckoo with his heart."

"Mo Yi, is that enough?"

Mo Yi put away the paper in his hand, and was embarrassed to trouble the man in purple for such a long time, so he quickly nodded and stood up: "That's enough, thank you, Lord Zihou."

"From now on, don't call me Master Zihou."

"Then why should I call Master Zihou?"

"Just call me Qingfeng."

Breeze?The appearance of Feng Qingchen, the master of Muqing Pavilion, suddenly appeared in Mo Yi's mind, and he didn't feel like looking at the purple-clothed man in front of him again.

For some reason, he really couldn't say the word Qingfeng.

(End of this chapter)