Lian Youyou put the pastry box back in front of Duanmu Qingchen. Duanmu Qingchen was startled and quickly covered it himself.
Lian Youyou turned around and looked at everyone: "As you can see, honey can attract insects and ants when applied to the ground without leaving any traces. This method is quite a surprise, but I advise you not to use it to chase girls, because it will only scare them."
"Hahaha—" Everyone was amused by Lian Youyou's harmless joke, which dispelled the fear of insects and ants in their hearts.
Lian Youyou's expression slightly corrected: "So, Wanqing used this method to confuse everyone, thinking that Ma Yun was a butterfly, but in fact, she smeared Ma Yun's bed with special scented oil in advance, and then attracted blue butterflies, and made human forms, creating the illusion of human-shaped butterflies."
"Oh~~~~~" Everyone suddenly realized, "So that's it~~~"
Lian Youyou took out another bottle from Lin Tingjun's lunch basket: "This is the special fragrant oil that can attract the blue butterfly. To attract blue butterflies, honey is useless, only this. This fragrant oil is extracted from special flowers and plants in southern Xinjiang, which is rare in the world. And the blue butterfly that Ma Yun transformed into also came from southern Xinjiang." Lian Youyou took out another jar from the lunch basket. The lunch basket she brought was like a treasure chest, with inexhaustible treasures.
But after taking out the jar this time, Lian Youyou nodded to Lin Tingjun, and Lin Tingjun stepped aside.
Lian Youyou held the bottle in one hand and the can in the other, and looked at the people outside the door: "Does anyone want to try it?"
The solemn and dignified court suddenly became interactive.
"Your Highness!" Suddenly, Duanmu Qingchen signed up enthusiastically behind Lian Youyou.
Lian Youyou couldn't help but smile. This prince was really interesting. She turned around and looked at Duanmu Qingchen who raised his arms high. She narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Okay, it's rare that our prince is so active. Let him show everyone how the scented oil attracts blue butterflies."
Immediately, the whole audience was in an uproar, and everyone opened their eyes wide.
Lian Youyou came in front of Duanmu Qingchen. Duanmu Qingchen held his chin with one hand and looked at her with squinted peach blossom eyes: "What should I do~~Youyou?" Duanmu Qingchen called out the word "Youyou" in a very soft and tender manner, as if he was acting coquettishly.
Lian Youyou raised her eyes and looked at him: "Just stretch out your hand."
"Oh~~Are you going to arrest me again?" Duanmu Qingchen said frivolously.
"Cough!" Left Prime Minister Fu Kun couldn't help but cough to remind everyone that all the officials were watching!
Duanmu Qingchen would not pay any attention to Fu Kun. He still supported his face with one hand and looked at Lian Youyou with loving eyes.
Lian slowly put down the jar and poured out a drop of colorless and odorless oil from the small bottle, which was no different from the essential oil that Duanmu Qingchen had applied in the morning.
Then, Lian Youyou smeared it on the back of Duanmu Qingchen's hand, put the bottle away, and picked up the jar: "Don't move."
"Okay~~ I'll move whenever you let me move~~" Duanmu Qingchen said softly to Lian Youyou again.
"Puff." Master Yao Guang laughed. Fu Kun was surprised. How could the prince become a dandy when he saw this woman? And where did this woman come from
The woman did not salute the prince or introduce herself, but just started to interrogate him, treating the Eight Gates as if they were her own backyard. The strange thing was that from the moment she opened her mouth, everyone was very serious and only listened to her. No one cared whether she saluted the prince or not. Who was she? His son Fu Mingrui, who was obviously the master of the Eight Gates, did not step forward to stop her. From the way the prince looked at the woman, it could be guessed that the prince and the woman knew each other.
Fu Kun couldn't help but pay attention. How could he, the left prime minister, not pay attention to a woman who was so familiar with the prince and whose own son was staring at her
Lian Youyou picked up the jar and walked to the door of the hall. The people immediately stretched their necks to look at the jar in her hand curiously, wondering what she was going to take out next.
"This jar contains the special blue butterflies from southern Xinjiang. I'm going to release them now. Please pay attention to where they fly to." Lian Youyou opened the jar and shook it gently. Immediately, three blue butterflies flew out of it.
The blue butterfly is extremely beautiful. The moment it flaps its wings, it is like a blue Phalaenopsis orchid coming alive, flying in the air, attracting everyone's attention.
"Wow—" Everyone exclaimed at the beauty of the blue butterfly, and also remained silent because of its beauty. As if everyone had agreed, no one made any more noise, for fear of disturbing this ethereal and beautiful spirit.
Three blue butterflies rose and fell in the sunlight, but they all flew in one direction, which was Prince Duanmu Qingchen!
"Wow—" When the exclamation sounded again, the blue butterfly had already landed on the back of Prince Duanmu Qingchen's hand!
The sleeves of her robe were snow-white with golden threads wrapped around them. Her body was worth millions of gold, but her skin was as white as warm jade.
Three blue butterflies were resting on the back of Duanmu Qingchen's snow-white and translucent hand. The beautiful man was reflected by the beautiful butterflies, making him even more beautiful. The ladies on both sides covered their faces to hide their obsessed gazes.
"What kind of fragrant oil is this? What flower is it made of?" Fu Mingrui walked to Lian Youyou curiously and asked softly.
Lian Youyou narrowed her eyes and smiled, and said casually: "Corpse oil."
Suddenly, Fu Mingrui stood still. When he looked at Duanmu Qingchen again, he felt unwell. He felt numb all over and all his hair stood on end.
Lian Youyou put the bottles and jars back into the basket and looked at everyone: "Everyone has seen that this fragrant oil can attract blue butterflies. The mystery of Ma Yun's transformation into a butterfly is that simple. Now, let me tell you what happened that night." Lian Youyou's words once again attracted everyone's attention.
Duanmu Qingchen gently stroked the beautiful blue butterfly on the back of his hand, and couldn't let it go. If he knew that the blue butterfly was as vicious as a jackal, he would have just thrown the three butterflies away.
Lian Youyou walked to Wanqing and began to talk: "That night, Ma Yun went to Saixian Pavilion and met Wanqing. When Wanqing approached him, she took the opportunity to poison him. Then, she entered the Ma Mansion at night, lifted Ma Yun's body, and smeared human-shaped scented oil on his bed to attract Lan Die. She took the body away, and the next day, the maid entered and disturbed Lan Die, so there was a legend of turning into a butterfly."
"But how can such a small girl carry a big man?" someone among the people asked curiously.
Lian Youyou looked at him, who was also a big man, much older than Lian Youyou: "You asked a good question. It is your concept of women's fragility that makes women like Wanqing not easily suspected. Do you think I can carry you?" Lian Youyou asked the big man.
The big man couldn't help laughing, and the men around him also laughed.
Lian Youyou waved: "Come on, come on, come in."
The constable let the big man in.
The big man was a little shy and stood beside Lian Youyou with his head shrunken.
Lian Youyou looked around at everyone: "Do you all think I can't carry him?"
The civil and military officials and the common people at the door all nodded. Lian Youyou was just a frail woman, how could she possibly carry such a big man? Not to mention Lian Youyou, I'm afraid that few of the men present could carry him. (To be continued)