Chapter 670: Bee bee butterfly 3

In Wen Xiaosheng's voice, Ouyang Yufei turned his head and looked at Haoyue month. The eyebrows flew obliquely, and the style was full of enthusiasm.
That is the Ming pile on the island, the dark pile, the moon knows the meaning of Ouyang Yufei.
At the moment, the two eyebrows raised and laughed loudly: "I am also looking forward to it."
The laughter went up with the wind, and the city was here.
Spring wind curtains, cloudless.
The climate in the Southern Song Dynasty was warm, and the flowering period was relatively early in the days of Chenchen and other countries. At this time, in the second lunar month, Baihua had already begun to compete in full bloom, decorating the southern Song Dynasty.
In the city, the Baihua Conference set the city, which is also the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.
At the same time, the Chaocheng is also the sacred place of the seven major national peony flowers of the Central Plains. The variety is numerous and rare, and it is the first choice of the world.
Flowers are not good for a thousand days, and the flowers bloom in a season. At this time, the flowers of other countries are still unknown. The peony that bloomed in April and May has already been blooming in the city.
Xuanyuan Valley outside Chaocheng City, the location of the Baihua Conference.
The fragrant scent of Mangu, the cross of the valley, the green, the valley, the river, the river.
Male and handsome, dressed in a costume.
In the valley full of purple and red, the men and women of all kinds of colors, it is the spring of this heaven and earth decoration, full of light and colorful.
In the hands of the folding fan light swing, Ouyang Yufei, Haoyue, Xuanyuan Che, come.
But see Ouyang Yufei in a white coat, unpretentious, but this kind of white, but in this colorful blooms a different color.
The folding fan is slightly shaken, and the corner of the mouth is lightly smiling. From the top to the bottom, it looks like a romantic, from the bottom up, the wind is falling backwards, and it is free to sway, but it almost wins the spring of the garden.
Behind him, the ordinary dress, a normal face, everything can not be ordinary in the ordinary moon and Xuanyuan, in the light of Ouyang Yufei, really fell into two small characters.
Laugh at the language and go free.
Valley mid-course corridor.
"Please come back." There was no one at both ends of the corridor. Ouyang Yufei and his three people came to the front. They had not yet entered the corridor, and a team of officers and soldiers suddenly flashed.
The head of the Guards, who was headed, glanced at the color of the invitation from Ouyang Yufei, very polite, but quite powerfully dropped the two words.