Butterfly 3
Butterfly said openly and without reservation, "We can discuss this marriage in detail. By the way, you guys are here knocking on doors and calling people in the middle of the night, you must be tired, right? Have some water."
After saying this, she took a basin of water from the maid with a dagger in her smile and poured it on Feng Lang's face. Feng Lang was knocked down by the water and fell to the ground with his buttocks. The servants came forward to help him up.
Butterfly threw the wooden basin on the ground and glared at Feng Lang: "Feng Lang, if you dare to knock on the door of my He family again, I will pour sulfuric acid on you!"
"You stinky bitch!" Feng Lang pushed the servant away, stood up angrily and pointed at Butterfly's nose, "I, Feng Lang, proposed to you because I think highly of you! You don't know what's good for you!"
Butterfly was not willing to be outdone: "I really don't know what's good for me today! Someone, come, keep pouring water on me!" Seeing that the maid under Butterfly was about to continue pouring water, Feng Lang immediately hid behind the servant, but the water still splashed on him.
"You stinky bitch! You dare to splash water again! Someone, come! Go and catch them! Whoever you catch today, I will give her to you as your wife!" When the servants heard this, they were so excited about this good thing that they rushed forward.
Just at this moment, a thin stick suddenly came flying with the wind and hit the servants in the face with a "pa pa". Everyone was startled and turned their heads to look over.
I saw a figure walking out of the darkness. The figure was tall, and his face, which gradually appeared in the moonlight, looked stern.
"What is this?" Feng Lang was surprised. How come there was a man in the middle of the night?
When Butterfly saw the person coming, she was stunned and a little surprised.
"Who dares to touch the He family?" Mr. Lang said coldly, standing in the moonlight. "Who are you?" Feng Lang looked at the newcomer in confusion, not taking it seriously, and waved his hand to order his brothers, "Teach this guy a lesson first."
The servants heard this and rushed in another direction. But before they could get close to Mr. Lang, they were knocked down by him - how could someone who was capable of protecting and taking care of the princesses in the prince's mansion be just a weak teacher?
Feng Lang was immediately frightened when he saw that the other person was a capable fighter: "You... who are you?"
"It's your great-grandfather." Mr. Lang slowly approached him.
Feng Lang stepped back step by step, stammering, "Well...if you have the guts...if you have the guts, wait for me to call someone over! Don't go!" After saying that, he was so scared that he staggered a few steps and ran away with his tail between his legs.
"Why are you back?" Butterfly was a little confused when she saw Mr. Lang suddenly appear.
Mr. Lang turned to look at her: "I didn't go far."
He took off his coat and put it in front of Butterfly to cover her looming body: "Go in first."
The He family’s inner residence.
Butterfly, who was dressed neatly, made a cup of hot tea for Mr. Lang, but still couldn't help asking, "You are here, where is Mrs. Liu?"
"She is resting in the inn. I came to check on you because I was worried about you." Mr. Lang took the hot tea and took a sip, and his body warmed up a little.
"You shouldn't care about me." Butterfly sat down beside him, eyes downcast, "Mr. Lang, you are no longer Mr. Lang of Minyi, you are Mrs. Liu's Mr. Lang, to avoid unnecessary trouble, drink this tea, you should go back as soon as possible."
Butterfly's words hurt Mr. Lang's heart. He asked, "I haven't been with you for even a moment, are you so anxious to get rid of me, Butterfly?"
We haven't seen each other for fifteen years.
Butterfly's eyes darkened: "Mr. Lang, you can't stay any longer. If you stay any longer, Butterfly is afraid that she will cry, afraid that she will not be able to help but keep Mr. Lang, and even more afraid of breaking up Mr. Lang and Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Liu is a very good wife."
"Butterfly, you have me in your heart, right?" Mr. Lang asked. She must have. If not, why would she be afraid of crying? Why would she be afraid of not being able to keep him?
Butterfly sniffed and turned her back to Mr. Lang: "Mr. Lang, Butterfly doesn't want to be the third party."
Mr. Lang's heart was slowly cooling down. He said, "Don't worry. Chun'er knows I'm here to see you."
The butterfly turned its head in surprise.
Mr. Lang continued, "I stayed to help you with her consent. Chun'er likes you very much and can't bear to see you in danger. Besides, she knows that I married her out of gratitude, so she has always felt guilty about me. This time, she asked me to help you just to make her feel better. Don't worry, since I married Chun'er, I will not abandon her."
Butterfly felt relieved and sad at the same time, and could only force a smile: "That's good, that's good."
Mr. Lang was worried that Feng Lang would continue to harass Butterfly, so he asked, "Butterfly, do you plan to stay at the He family forever?"
"The He family is my home, so I will naturally stay here."
"But if Feng Lang comes to my house again, I'm worried about you..."
"Mr. Lang." Butterfly smiled and shook her head. "You don't have to worry about me. It's been three years since He's parents passed away. I've survived even the most difficult days in these three years. Feng Lang is really nothing. Besides, I have good relationships with people in Wulong. If Feng Lang really wants to bully me, everyone in the county will help me."
Mr. Lang frowned, stood up, and said worriedly: "How about I help you recruit a few thugs to beat Feng Lang away if he dares to commit trouble again."
Butterfly shook her head again: "I have recruited before, but it was of no use."
"Butterfly……"
"Mr. Lang, please go back." Butterfly sent the guest away.
In fact, they both knew that they had to protect Butterfly forever, unless Mr. Lang stayed and fulfilled his promise. But they also knew that now the relationship was not a matter between the two of them, but a matter between three people.
Butterfly is used to being alone, so just quit...
The saddest thing between them is not that they cannot be together, but that they meet again after fifteen years, with thousands of words in their hearts but unable to say a single word.
Two people stood quietly in front of the hall. The carp in the pond in the courtyard tumbled a few times, splashing a few water drops.
Butterfly has made up her mind, and Mr. Lang has no choice but to leave.
Even though I am reluctant to let go, there is nowhere to express it.
He came silently and left silently, caught in a dilemma.
After returning to the inn, Liu Chun'er was still sleeping soundly, but she seemed to have turned over and the quilt was about to fall off the bed.
Mr. Lang walked over and gently covered Liu Chun'er with a blanket, then turned back and sat down at the table. There was a lamp on the table, which had been on all night, and he had not slept all night.
In fact, Mr. Lang didn't know that Liu Chun'er, who was lying in bed, also hadn't slept all night.
Liu Chun'er had not fallen asleep since Mr. Lang left the inn and went to the He family. She was a very attentive person. After being married for many years, she and Mr. Lang treated each other with respect, to put it nicely.
To put it bluntly, they are just a couple with an empty bed...
Mr. Lang treated Liu Chun'er very well, but not in the way a husband treats his wife. Mr. Lang never touched Liu Chun'er, because deep in his heart, he was always thinking about Butterfly...
Liu Chun'er knows everything.
The next day, Liu Chun'er woke up slowly and found Mr. Lang already packing his luggage.
"What's wrong, Master?" Liu Chun'er asked knowingly.
Mr. Lang said, “We are leaving Wulong.”
"Isn't Miss He's issue still unresolved?" Liu Chun'er asked.
Mr. Lang paused and said slowly: "She no longer needs us..."
Liu Chun'er lowered her eyebrows. Is it really not necessary?
But she didn't ask. She got up, washed up, and followed Mr. Lang in the carriage back to Yunnan. Along the way, Mr. Lang didn't say a word. During the rest, Liu Chun'er handed Mr. Lang food and water, but he just took it absent-mindedly, his mind was not on himself.
Liu Chun'er felt very complicated. She looked at Mr. Lang from afar and wondered, if she kept him by her side, would he be happy? Would she be happy too?
Keeping Mr. Lang is misfortune for three people.
Letting go of Mr. Lang was her own misfortune.
In this case, let her be miserable alone. But I couldn't bear to let her go. I really couldn't bear to let her go. With mixed feelings, Liu Chun'er walked to Mr. Lang and sat down, slowly leaning on his shoulder. Mr. Lang lowered his head and asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Liu Chun'er shook her head: "It's okay, let me lean on you for a while."
So Mr. Lang stopped talking. You see, for so many years, she leaned on him like this, but he never reached out to hug her.
The most he had ever given her was this swaying shoulder.
Only this, nothing else.
Liu Chun'er was sad, but also happy with it.
"Master." Liu Chun'er called Mr. Lang softly and asked, "Can you teach me how to drive?" "Why do you suddenly want to learn how to drive?"
"I'm afraid you're tired, so I want you to rest in the car. If you're tired and encounter robbers on the road, who will protect you?" Liu Chun'er leaned against Mr. Lang and said softly. Mr. Lang smiled helplessly: "Okay, I'll teach you."
"Thank you, sir." Liu Chun'er looked up and smiled.
The woman had a bright smile on her face, and she was as excited as she was when she first saw him wake up from his coma at the age of sixteen.
But that day, Mr. Lang taught Liu Chun'er how to drive, but he also sent Liu Chun'er away.
When the carriage arrived in Zhaotong, Mr. Lang and Liu Chun'er stayed in an inn for one night.
But the next day when Mr. Lang went to wake Liu Chun'er up, he did not find her. He only saw a brocade handkerchief and a letter on the bed.
The letter reads:
My husband Guan Lang, reading your letter is as good as seeing you in person.
I, Liu Chun'er, and Guarjia Pulang, also known as Guanlang, have been married for three years and have treated each other with respect. However, Guanlang is ill and cannot conceive. To protect the Liu family, I, Liu Chun'er, am writing two letters today to dissolve the relationship between Guanlang and me. From now on, we will be on opposite sides of the world and will never have any contact.
There are two letters in this book, one for Liu Chun'er and one for Guan Lang, and the validity period is forever.
Liu Shi Chun Er
Mr. Lang held the letter in his hand and suddenly felt it heavy.
There were two handprints at the end of the letter. He raised his thumb and found that the tip of his finger had been stained with rouge. He picked up the handkerchief, which had two lines of words embroidered on it. The tenderness of the two lines of words was completely different from the decisiveness of the letter.
This life has passed, and we will meet again in the next life.
"Chun'er, Chun'er..." Mr. Lang murmured her name and shed tears for her for the first time in his life.
"Chun'er." He finally came back to his senses and hurriedly left the room and went to the backyard of the inn. The carriage in the backyard was gone. There was only another horse tied in the place where the carriage had been. There was another note on the saddle, which read: Return trip.
So, she wanted to learn how to drive because she had decided to leave?
She wanted him to go back, back to Wulong, back to Butterfly. But did she ever think that if she left alone, Mr. Lang would be particularly worried.
Mr. Lang jumped on his horse and chased in the direction of Kunming.
He chased non-stop for an hour but didn't see any trace of Liu Chun'er.
In the vast wilderness, the man riding on the horse, holding a plain white embroidered handkerchief tightly in his hand, cried inconsolably.
After a long time, the man on the saddle grabbed the reins and turned around.
Chun'er, Guan Lang will not let you down when he returns this time. If there is an afterlife, I will end the unfinished fate with you...
The horses' hooves returned, raising a cloud of dust.
Mr. Lang rushed back without stopping, not daring to slack off for a moment.
But when he arrived in Wulong and walked into the He family's house, he found that Butterfly was no longer there.
Mr. Lang searched the whole house for the butterfly but couldn't find one. Not only was there no butterfly, there wasn't even a servant.
He found the inn where he had stayed before and asked about Butterfly's whereabouts. The innkeeper said that the He family had been taken over by a man named Feng Lang, who forced Butterfly to marry him and to give him the secret book of incense. Feng Lang's family and the county magistrate's family joined forces to deal with Butterfly, and the people had no way out.
"This is too much!" Mr. Lang clenched his fists in anger when he heard this.
The innkeeper saw this and asked, "Sir, who are you to Miss He?"
The first time I met this gentleman, he was traveling with a female family member, who called him "Master". But the innkeeper could see that this gentleman had an unusual relationship with Miss He.
Mr. Lang no longer intended to conceal his and Butterfly's identities, so he said, "Before Miss He came to Wulong, she was my student. Her parents entrusted me to protect her as she traveled south. But an accident caused us to be separated for many years. Shopkeeper, I am the only relative of Miss He in this world. I hope you can tell me the details and help me save Miss He's life."
Upon hearing this, the innkeeper looked around, then left to close the door, pulled Mr. Lang, and said, "Sir, Miss He is currently imprisoned in Feng's house, and ordinary people can't get in. If you want to save Miss He, you can either go on the way to the wedding in three days. There is a custom in our place that the wedding procession must go around the county town, or dress up as a guest and go to Feng's house to save her. But Feng Lang is very cunning, and I'm afraid he has sent many experts to guard against it. Sir, you are alone, can you do it?"
"I can. I'll ask the shopkeeper to help me then." Mr. Lang leaned close to the innkeeper's ear and said a few words. After listening, the innkeeper nodded repeatedly: "Okay, don't worry, sir."
Mr. Lang stayed at the inn for three days.
Three days later, the whole city of Wulong County was filled with the noise of banging and hammering during the wedding procession. Feng Lang wore a red robe with gold patterns and a black and gold jacket, with a big red embroidered flower on his chest, and rode on the street in high spirits. The accompanying team played music and carried a sedan chair, which was very lively.
In the sedan was Butterfly, wearing a wedding dress, with her hands tied behind her back, a cloth ball stuffed in her mouth, and a layer of red gauze covering her eyes. She refused to give in, so Feng Lang tied her up and married her off.
On both sides of the street were three-story wine shops, teahouses, or inns. On the top of the tallest building, stood a man in a white robe, staring at the wedding procession with sword-like eyes.
Suddenly, he spread his arms like an eagle, jumped down from the roof, and landed steadily on the top of the sedan chair.
Seeing this, the wedding procession stopped, and the music stopped. Feng Lang turned his head and saw that it was the man he saw that night. He immediately dismounted and pointed at him, shouting, "What a jerk! How dare you show up in Wulong again! I'm telling you, this time, I'm not afraid of you!"
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and immediately several capable thugs jumped out from the crowd and surrounded the sedan. The people in the sedan paused, slowly raised their heads and listened to the movement outside.
"Who are you? Why do you keep obstructing me?" Feng Lang felt very strange. This man also appeared in front of the He family's door that night. Could he have some relationship with the He family's butterfly?
Mr. Lang stood on top of the sedan chair, the wind blowing his white robe, and he said, "The woman in this sedan chair belongs to me, Guan Lang."
Hearing this voice, Butterfly was startled: "Mr. Lang..."
"Haha! Your people? The whole Wulong knows that the woman in the sedan is my, Feng Lang's, newlywed wife!" Feng Lang sneered. He thought it was someone else, just a love rival.
"I don't think so. The whole Wulong knows that this woman was robbed by you, Feng Lang," Mr. Lang said.
Feng Lang was embarrassed by what he said. He had seen how powerful Mr. Lang was that night, so he stopped arguing with him and ordered, "Catch him! Dead or alive!"
All the thugs followed his orders and attacked him. However, Mr. Lang dodged everyone's attacks nimbly like a swallow in the sky and landed steadily in front of the sedan chair.
When he was young, he was raised by the Sixth Prince of the Guwalgiya clan, who hired someone to teach him how to read and practice martial arts. At that time, he and his wife had not had any children, so the prince treated him like his own child and taught him everything.
Later, the wife became pregnant with a little princess, but the prince and his wife did not ignore Mr. Lang. The prince was busy with state affairs, so he always asked Mr. Lang to protect and take good care of the little princess. Under Mr. Lang's protection and care, the little princess never had any trouble.
In order to prevent other ambitious people in the palace from coveting Mr. Lang, who is both civil and military, the prince asked Mr. Lang not to show off his skills in front of outsiders easily, and to just be a weak teacher on the surface.
Mr. Lang hasn't used fists for many years. This time, he's going to show off his skills!
Feng Lang was shocked to see his men being killed by Mr. Lang in no time. His eyes almost popped out of his head. He panicked and pointed at the thugs lying on the ground and screaming in pain: "Quick! Get up and stop him! You idiots!"
Mr. Lang sneered, turned around and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair. The woman in the sedan chair looked at the visitor through the thin red gauze and moaned slightly.
"Butterfly." Mr. Lang untied the rope on her hands and took the cloth out of her mouth. When the gauze on her eyes was removed, he found that Butterfly's eyes were already red.
Butterfly thought she would never see Mr. Lang again. She thought Feng Lang would force her to marry him and lose her innocence.
Butterfly flew into Mr. Lang's arms and hugged him tightly: "Mr. Lang..."
"It's okay, I'm back and I will never leave you again." Mr. Lang comforted Butterfly, picked her up by the waist and walked out of the sedan.
Seeing the faint anger on Mr. Lang's face as he walked out of the sedan chair, Feng Lang was startled and stepped back repeatedly: "What are you going to do!"
Mr. Lang held Butterfly in his arms, leaped into the air, and kicked Feng Lang in the chest. Then, Mr. Lang landed on his horse, put Butterfly in front of him, held the reins in one hand, and galloped out of the city...
Feng Lang got up from the ground in a panic and called out to his servants, "Hurry up and chase her! Chase her! We can't let the bride get away!"
The servants ran, or rode their horses, to catch up with him.
The horse galloped towards the city gate. Mr. Lang held Butterfly tightly in his arms with one hand and pulled the reins with the other hand. The horse leaped into the air and crossed the ground that was gleaming in the sun. The innkeeper who was hiding nearby saw Mr. Lang's heroic figure and couldn't help but sighed: "Great hero! Great hero!"
After Mr. Lang and Butterfly escaped, Feng Lang and his men chased after them. But just as they reached the city gate, a man came and knocked their horses off their feet.
The ground was splashed with a large amount of oil, making it slippery to walk on. Once they fell, it was difficult for them to stand up, let alone chase people.
Feng Lang fell to the ground, his limbs facing the sky, and yelled madly: "Bring them back! Bring back that pair of bastards——"
However, no one could stand firm on the greasy ground. The onlookers also blocked the city gate tightly, watching Feng Lang's embarrassment as if it were a good show.
Outside Wulong County, the horses were galloping briskly.
There is a row of poplar trees planted on the roadside, and unknown wild flowers are swaying gently in the breeze, and the fragrance is faintly floating into the air.
There were two people sitting on the horse. Butterfly, wearing a red coat and skirt, nestled in Mr. Lang's arms, hugging his waist tightly. Mr. Lang pulled the reins, the horse slowed down, and he lowered his head to lean on Butterfly's head, hugging her gently.
The two people were silent, but their hearts had never been so close.
Butterfly didn't know what she was thinking. She slowly loosened her fingers and said, "I want to get off."
Mr. Lang stopped his horse and helped Butterfly down.
The butterfly walked slowly to the roadside, and a few white butterflies were flying among the flowers and plants under its feet.
"Butterfly." Mr. Lang walked up to her.
Butterfly lowered her head and asked softly, "Why are you back?"
"Chun'er asked me to come back." said Mr. Lang.
Butterfly was slightly surprised and looked up at Mr. Lang. Mr. Lang said, "I know you are afraid of hurting the relationship between me and Chun'er, so you let me go that night and I took Chun'er with me, but Chun'er finally let me go and asked me to come back to find you."
"Mrs. Liu, she..." Butterfly didn't understand. Liu Chun'er obviously liked Mr. Lang so much, why would she be willing to let go.
"Butterfly, are you willing to follow me? Let's leave Wulong, okay?" Mr. Lang said pleadingly. Now that he is a free man, Butterfly doesn't have to worry so much.
"Where can we go if we leave Wulong?" asked Butterfly. She grew up in Wulong for the past fifteen years and had never been anywhere else.
"Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you. If there is no place you want to go, you can follow me and we will travel around the world and go to every place we can go. Butterfly, I never want to leave you again." Mr. Lang held Butterfly's hand and said affectionately.
Butterfly was somewhat moved. She and Mr. Lang met again after fifteen years of separation, and Mrs. Liu was willing to let go and make them happy. This was a rare fate, wasn't it? Butterfly slowly leaned into Mr. Lang's arms. Her heart, which had been restless for fifteen years, finally calmed down. She said, "Okay..."
Mr. Lang laughed and hugged Butterfly tightly. However, he still had something in mind, so he said, "Butterfly, I want to go to Yunnan first. Chun'er and I parted in Zhaotong, and I still don't know if she has returned home safely. I will not leave without worry until I know that she has returned home safely. Butterfly, Chun'er has made us together, I just need to go to Kunming to make some inquiries, I hope you can understand."
Butterfly raised her head and smiled: "Am I so unsympathetic? I'll accompany you."
"Okay." said Mr. Lang.
Mr. Lang helped Butterfly onto the horse and sat behind her. The two of them rode together in the direction of Yunnan.
At that time, the official road was full of spring, with butterflies dancing among the flowers, and deep and shallow marks left wherever horse hooves passed.
Before this, you and I were far apart.
From now on, you and I will live freely in this world.
