Chapter 6 Chapter 5 Tears Spring Rain

one It was dusk when Zang Hua returned to Zui Liu Pavilion. Dusk is the happiest and most relaxed moment for people. After a busy day, at this time, those who should go home have already gone home, and those who should rest have already rested. Three or five friends gathered together to enjoy the afterglow of the setting sun and drink a cup of "spring tea" with a faint fragrance. The old friends flaunted their day's joy to each other. The wife has already been busy in the kitchen, preparing a delicious dinner that the husbands like to eat, and sometimes there is even a bottle of old wine that the husbands like to drink on the table.

The children had been bathed long ago, changed into clean clothes, and sat at the dining table waiting for their stomachs to be full. Since ancient times, dusk has been the best time for human beings to relax, and of course it is also the beginning of Xiaoxiaomen's activities. The girls in the Drunken Willow Pavilion have already put on their makeup and put on new clothes, with professional smiles that have long been used to numbness on their cheeks, ready to welcome the beginning of tonight. Hua Manxue, the owner of the Flower Pavilion of Drunken Willow Pavilion, appeared at the door uncharacteristically today, with an old lady's face on her snow-white, crystal-clear face.

As soon as the girls in Drunken Willow Pavilion saw Pavilion Master Hua standing at the door with that expression on his face, they knew that someone was going to be in trouble. This unlucky person must be a Tibetan flower. two Spring, early spring, spring wind is expected to be steep. The chilly spring breeze passed through the street, and it sounded like the wind of a knife that had just passed through the throat of an enemy. Just as the wind blew, Zang Hua saw Hua Manxue with the old lady's face. She wanted to slip away, but it was too late, just as Zang Hua turned around, she heard that unique voice, a low but soft voice.

"Tibetan flowers". The person who spoke was not Hua Manxue standing at the door, but the Huayu person who had just returned from outside. That beautiful and intoxicating flower talker. As soon as Zanghua turned her head, she saw her long hair rippling in the wind and her eyes like a mysterious lake deep in the mountains. "Zang Hua, you just came back?" Her voice was just like her person, and it sounded irresistibly intoxicating. "It's getting late, if you don't come back, you will have to spend the night in the forest." Zang Hua said weakly. The flower talker glanced at the door: "Didn't you see a person standing at the door?" "Yes." Zang Hua said, "You can't even see her if you want to." This is the truth, like Hua Manxue This kind of woman in her early forties can still maintain such a figure and skin, which is very rare, and her face is even more useless.

Especially her demeanor, let alone a man, a woman will be very jealous after taking a look at her. Zanghua also glanced at the door. "It's the same anyway." Zanghua smiled wryly: "If you escape this level, there's still another level." "If you follow her a little, won't everything be fine?" "Same." Zang Hua said: "No matter how she looks at me, I don't like it. She has been like this since she was a child." What about it?" On this point, the Huayu people are also helpless, if Hua Manxue wants to do this, no one can change her.

Therefore, the Huayu people compensated the unequal treatment of Tibetan flowers from other aspects. If there is good food to eat, the Huayu people must secretly leave a portion for Tibetan flowers. Whenever someone brings pollen from "Baofentang" in the capital, the flower talker will definitely put a copy in the Tibetan flower room. For these things, Zang Hua knew it well, but she never said thank you or words of gratitude. She can't do such superficial things. She felt that gratitude was a matter of her heart, so why bother to pretend to be funny by saying nasty things?

"Yu Ren, something happened in Nanjun's mansion today. I have to wait until tomorrow for the matter of the oiran Fengcai." This is what Hua Manxue said to Hua Yuren, her voice is full of love and kindness. "You go to bed early, you have to be busy tomorrow." "yes." The flower talker walked past Hua Manxue standing at the door, turned his head, glanced at Tibetan flowers, and walked in helplessly. Spring seems to follow the footsteps of the flower talkers and leave, leaving Tibetan flowers with a cruel, cold and bleak winter. "Do you know what day it is?"

Hua Manxue's face was like snow falling for the first time in a severe winter, cold and miserable. Zanghua knew that whether she answered her words or not, the consequences would be the same. Sure enough, the storm came soon. "The Flower Festival held every five years, Yuren managed to compete for an oiran. Today is a good day for her to enter the mansion to receive a phoenix color. She couldn't find you early in the morning." Hua Manxue said: "Have you forgotten?" Does the speaker's sedan chair need a stable boy today? Have you forgotten what you should do?" Hua Manxue's voice also hit Zanghua's ears like a torrential rain.

"It's also a woman, look at the speaker, he is not only beautiful, but also dignified and obedient, how about you?" Hua Manxue said: "Not only does the face look plain, but also the person is like a wild child. Hanging around with dubious people." "Alas! So I'm a dubious fellow, too?" During the day, Yu smiled and appeared behind Tibetan flowers. Seeing Bai Baiyu, Hua Manxue suddenly had that unique professional smile on her face. "Mr. Bai." Hua Manxue said: "How can Mr. Bai be a dubious person." "Didn't you say that everyone who hangs out with Tibetan flower girls is a dubious person?" Bai Tianyu smiled He said: "Miss Tibetan Flower got together with me early this morning." He smiled and said: "I am not familiar with Jinan City, so I took Miss Tibetan Flower to show me around early in the morning. I didn't expect that I would become a dubious person." "It turns out that Mr. Bai went out for a stroll early in the morning, and I thought Mr. Bai thought our hospitality was not good enough?" "How dare I?" Bai Baiyu said lightly.

Hua Manxue said: "Mr. Bai, if you want to walk around next time, please let me know, so that I can prepare a lovely person to guide you." "Definitely." Bai Baiyu said lightly: "Today Miss Zanghua is very hard, I want to treat her well, I wonder if the Master of Flower Pavilion will treat me as a dubious person?" "Master Bai, you are joking." The banquet was held in Bai Tianyu's favorite "Di Hua Xuan". The Dihua Pavilion is full of white Dihua flowers with small white flowers. Now it is the period when Dihua is in full bloom, and the house is filled with the faint scent of Dihua.

Zanghua is sitting among the dihua flowers, just opposite to Bai Baiyu.The tea is top-grade, and the wine is "flower juice wine" made from the unique secret recipe of "Zuiliu Pavilion". Night, just night. The evening breeze knocks on the doors and windows, and the willow leaves outside the house gently rippling. Zang Hua only drank half of the glass of wine, she dared not drink the whole glass in one gulp. No one knows the strength of "Flower Juice Wine" better than her, because she is almost responsible for the entire production process. She is doing everything from planting flowers, growing flowers, picking flowers, pressing juice and evaporating them to canning and burying them in the soil. Ordinary people can get drunk for two days with a glass of wine, how dare they take a sip of this kind of wine. She put down the wine glass and looked at Bai Baiyu with a very strange look, and she looked at him for a long time. At first, Bai Tianyu was still drinking in a cool manner, but after a while, he felt very uncomfortable. ——Any man can't stand Zang Hua's gaze. "What are you looking at?" Bai Baiyu smiled forcedly. "Look at you." "Look at me?" he asked, "What's wrong with me?" "I don't know." She said, "Because I don't know, I want to see what is wrong with you?" "You are my benefactor." Zanghua smiled. "Since I am your benefactor, why do you still say that about me?" "A three-year-old child can see that you are lying in the afternoon." Zanghua said, "Why did you help me?" Bai Baiyu smiled, and he laughed It looks like a willow branch outside the window. "What do you say?" "I'm not a fantasist, I wouldn't have thought that maybe you fell in love with me." Zang Hua said, "Why did you do this?" "It's not for any reason, I just can't bear her appearance." Bai Baiyu said: "What's more, you are indeed with me in the afternoon." "Just like that?" "Yes." Bai Baiyu smiled again: "Do you still hope there are other reasons?" "What do you think?" Zanghua smiled again, very happily. Her laugh sounded like a summer bird. three A bottle of flower juice wine was quickly loaded into their stomachs. The second bottle was placed on the table, but the dishes hadn't been touched much. Zang Hua toasted again, this time taking a sip, her cheeks were already a little red. It was as red as a child who just cried. She didn't cry, she was laughing all the time, and she is still laughing now, and said to Bai Baiyu with a smile: "When you first arrived at Zuiliu Pavilion, I really didn't have a good impression of you." Zanghua said: "Your appearance Quite a country upstart." "Oh?" "Now I know that you have a purpose for doing this." After she took a sip of wine, she continued, "Although I don't know what your purpose is, I believe that every cent you spend is It has its uses." "Why do you think that?" "Afternoon, because of how you look in the afternoon." "What do you look like in the afternoon?" Bai Baiyu said, "What do I look like in the afternoon?" "When you and Ren Piaoling were talking about swords, you looked like a blunt prodigal wandering the world with a sword in hand." "Oh? Bai Baiyu said: "Then I usually look like a nouveau riche?" "These two people are completely different, which one is your true face?" "What about you? What kind of person are you?" people?" Bai Baiyu didn't answer Zang Hua's words, but asked her: "A person who is curious about everything in the world? Or a woman who has gone through many vicissitudes?" "I am a flower grower. If a person wants to grow flowers, he should dedicate himself to it." Yu Huahua is like a person who learns sword." Zanghua said: "If a person wants to learn sword, he should dedicate himself to sword, even if he dies without regret." She stared at him, and then said: "What about you? You are a wandering Jianghu, why do you kill people? Is it for money? Or is it because you feel happy when you kill?" She didn't wait for Bai Baiyu to answer, and then asked: "When a person knows that he can control the life and death of others , don’t you think it’s very fast?” Tian Yu suddenly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the sky in the distance, and then said lightly: “For me, this is no longer a pleasant thing.” He The voice seems to come from the distant sky: "It's a pity that I, like most people in this world, will do things that I don't want to do." intention?" "Yes." Zanghua also stood up, walked to the window, looked at the sky, and then said lightly: "Why do you do these things you don't want to do?" "Because I have to do it." Bai Tianyu looked back Looking at her: "Because I have to." "Why?" "Because I have to let the three words Bai Tianyu resound all over the Jianghu." He said solemnly, "I can't let the surname Bai go down." Bai Baiyu walked back to his seat, raised his glass and raised his head, and then continued: "He used to be brilliant." "Him?" Zang Hua also walked back: "Who is he?" Bai Baiyu didn't answer, but just stared at her deeply, and after a while, he said: "Ren Piaoling once asked me in the afternoon if there were words engraved on the sword, do you still remember the seven words I said?" "Yes." She said: "The small building listens to the spring rain all night." "Do you know what these seven words mean?" "I don't know." Zanghua said: "Isn't this a line of poetry? What else does it mean?" "These seven characters refer to two people." "Which two people?" "Bai Xiaolou and Qiu Chunyu." "Bai Xiaolou? Qiu Chunyu?" Zang Hua asked: "Who are these two people? Why are those seven characters engraved on your sword?" Bai Baiyu's eyes drifted to a mysterious and beautiful unknown place in the distance , His life seems to be full of joy, but also seems to have fallen into the abyss of pain, sorrow, and helplessness. His voice also seemed to come from the abyss of pain, sorrow, and helplessness. "In an ancient and mysterious legend, it is said that whenever the moon rises, some elves will appear with the moonlight, elves of flowers and trees, jade elves, even underground ghosts and ghost foxes will come out to worship the full moon, Absorb the essence of the full moon." Bai Baiyu said slowly. "Sometimes they even turn into human beings, appear in the world with various faces, and do some unexpected things." "These things are sometimes surprising, sometimes touching, sometimes frightening, sometimes shocking. Delightful and sometimes unimaginable, they can rescue a man from the abyss and push a man from the mountain." "They can give you all the glory and wealth in the world, and they can make you Lost everything." "Although no one has ever seen their true colors, no one can deny their existence." Bai Baiyu stared at Zanghua, and then said: "They are Bai Xiaolou and Qiu Chunyu." Zanghua I was listening to the mysterious, desolate, and intoxicatingly beautiful story. "Bai Xiaolou's knife is curved, a curved knife, like Chunyu's eyebrow." "Chunyu's sword is straight, like an ancient pine tree isolated on a mountain peak." "The knife It is a sharp weapon for killing people, so is Xiaolou's scimitar. As long as the light of that curved knife flashes by, disaster will come. No one can avoid the disaster, because no one has ever been able to avoid this curved knife. The light of the knife." "The knife is not fast, just like when you see the moonlight, when you see it, it has already fallen on you." "There is only a bright moon in the sky, and there is only this scimitar on the ground." "The scimitar When it appears in the human world, it does not necessarily bring disasters, but sometimes it also brings justice and luck to people." "The sword light flashed, drawn with a strange and strange arc, just like a reflection in the water. The deformed moon shadow arc of the crescent moon when the water wave is wrinkled by the breeze." "No one can describe the mysterious change of this moon shadow, because every time the breeze blows the water wave, the moon shadow in the water will have a completely different change ""Every kind of change is not predictable by anyone in advance.""The sword of Chunyu is green, as green as distant mountains, as green as lake water in the eyes of lovers, on the spine of the green sword, there is a very thin line Small characters, the small building listens to the spring rain all night." "On the full moon scimitar of the small building, there is also a line of very small characters, the small building listens to the spring rain all night." Bai Tianyu murmured. "Yuanyue scimitar?" Zang Hua was slightly surprised: "But the magic knife in the hands of the leader of the Demon Sect in the past?" "Yes." Bai Baiyu said, "Bai Xiaolou was the leader of the Demon Sect in the past." "Is Qiu Chunyu Bai Xiaolou's wife?" "If it is, there will be no such tragic, desolate, and sad things in the future." Bai Baiyu said: "Because of Qiu Chunyu, the cause of the Demon Cult's flourishing career will be in a slump." "What happened between them?" What's the matter?" Zanghua asked. "Haven't you heard their stories?" "I have heard." Zang Hua said: "It is said that Qiu Chunyu left Baixiaolou, the Demon Cult was later wiped out by the seven sects at that time, and the leader of the Demon Cult, Bai Xiaolou, also disappeared suddenly. Something about the Demon Cult." "Yes." There seemed to be pain in Bai Baiyu's voice, but his expression was smiling. "This matter is especially talked about by people from the Seven Great Sects. What a glorious and glorious thing it was to be able to eliminate the Demon Cult at that time." "I don't think this matter is so simple." Zang Hua said: "With The martial arts of Bai Xiaolou, the leader of the Demon Cult, not to mention the combination of the seven sects, even the combination of masters in the world may not be able to kill him." She said: "If Qiu Chunyu hadn't left him, Bai Xiaolou would not have disappeared. The Demon Cult will not be wiped out by the Seven Great Sects." She added, "But why did Qiu Chunyu leave Bai Xiaolou? I believe this is the key to the whole matter." Bai Baiyu suddenly fell silent, staring at the wine glass , he obviously wanted to end the topic about Qiu Chunyu and Bai Xiaolou, but Zanghua asked again: "The sword in your hand is also engraved with seven characters. Is it the sword that Qiu Chunyu used back then?" "Yes ." "How did this sword come into your hands?" Zang Hua was really curious: "Your surname is Bai, is it related to Bai Xiaolou?" Bai Baiyu looked at her: "You will know these things in the future." He fell down A glass of "flower juice wine", raised the glass and said with a smile: "Today is neither cold nor hot, and it is a good time to drink. Why let those grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes disturb our drinking?" On a night in early spring, the chill was still strong. Especially in the ruined temples in the wasteland, the night wind howled through the holes, bringing the chill and the joyful voices of people from afar. Ren Piaoling pulled the skirt of her clothes, used dead branches to stir up the fire, picked up the wine bottle, and took a sip. The moonlight penetrated through the broken roof and sprinkled softly on the ground, Ren Piaoling's gray and lifeless eyes closed softly like the moonlight, but not long after they closed, his brows suddenly frowned stand up. Because at this time he heard a sound of neat footsteps, and smelled the fragrance of jasmine wafted by the night wind. After frowning slightly, he slowly opened his eyes, and with one eye, he saw four blond-haired and blue-eyed Persian slaves, carrying a flat couch two feet long and one foot wide, stepping on the moonlight from outside the ruined temple. come. A fairy-like stunning beauty is sitting reclined on the flat couch, with long jet black hair as soft as mist, a pair of bright eyes shining like night stars, wearing a multi-coloured colorful dress that is neither silk nor linen. Half of the fragrant shoulders are exposed. A piece of snow-white skin was revealed, smooth as spring snow. Her hand was shining, and a luminous cup carved out of Persian crystal was filled with honey-like wine. She took a shallow sip, then looked at Ren Piaoling with a smile sweeter than honey. "No matter when and where, there will always be this kind of ostentation. Besides Princess Murong, who else?" Ren Piaoling smiled wryly and sighed: "What are you doing here? It doesn't seem like a princess should come here. place." Princess Murong is not addressing her respectfully, but her name, her surname is Murong, and her first name is Princess. "If you can come, I can." Princess Murong had already started coquettishly: "I will come when I want, no one can control me." This is the truth, there are not many people in the world who can control her affairs. There are nine sisters in the Murong family, all of whom possess unique skills, Princess Murong is the ninth eldest, and her eight sisters are all married, all of whom are well-known heroes. With such a person, who in the world would dare to take care of her affairs? Murong started to be so tender, it was actually sweeter than a smile. Ren Piaoling didn't seem to see it. "Yes, you can come, but fortunately I can also leave." Ren Piaoling said lightly, "I can leave as soon as I want, no one else can care about me." He has already got up, as if he really wanted to leave. But the fairy-like princess yelled like a living ghost: "No, you can't go." "Why?" "Because I came here specifically to find you." "What are you doing?" "I have something urgent to see you." "What's the matter?" "A debt." Princess Murong laughed again: "Of course I want a debt from you." Ren Piaoling sighed again. He really had to admit that there were not many things in this world that were more important than debts. "I owe you a debt, but it's a pity that I don't even have money for a meal, how can I repay your debt?" He smiled: "It seems that your trip tonight was in vain." Murong smiled even sweeter up. "Some debts don't have to be repaid with money." "Oh?" Ren Piaoling asked: "If you don't want to pay back, what do you use? Please tell me quickly so that I can pay off your debt." Princess Murong is not only smiling sweetly now, but also seems to have... "You What is the most valuable thing in my whole body?" "Me?" Ren Piaoling looked at herself: "The most valuable thing in my whole body is probably my head." "Other than the head?" "That's probably the broken sword in my hand." "If the tear stain is a broken sword, then there are probably no swords in the world." She actually knew that the sword in his hand was tear stain. "In addition to money, you can also use tears to pay off debts." "You want me to take a sword to pay off debts?" "I don't have such dexterous hands as yours. What's the use of holding this tear stain?" She smiled and said, "I want you to use the tear stain to kill someone." "Kill who?" Murong's marbles like night stars stared straight at him. "Zai Si." "Zaisi?" Ren Piaoling was a little surprised: "Did he offend you?" "No." "He has a grudge against you?" "No." "Grievance?" "No." "Then why do you want me to kill him?" "I'm happy." "Are you happy?" He was taken aback again: "Just because you are happy, you want me to kill someone?" "Yes." "It's a pity that you are happy, but I may not be happy." "You don't want to?" Ren Piaoling nodded and sat down again. "Don't forget, you owe me a debt." "Debts can be repaid with money." Murong stared at him for a while, and then said again: "I heard that you usually kill people for money, and the price is very high?" "So far, it's probably like this." Murong smiled, and waved his green hand like a spring onion, immediately a Persian slave walked forward holding a white bundle. She took the burden and gently placed it in front of Ren Piaoling. "What is this?" Ren Piaoling glanced at Bao Fu. "Five thousand taels of gold." "You think I don't owe you enough?" "Kill Zai Si, not only is your debt to me cleared, but the five thousand taels of gold is also yours." "Do you have too much money?" He looked at her: "Are you a little crazy?" "I Nothing but some money." "What if I don't want to?" "Killing him doesn't do you any harm." Murong said, "Why don't you earn five thousand taels for nothing?" Ren Piaoling not only sighed, but also began to moan. Seeing life and money as worthless, when you meet this kind of person, what can you do with her? What else can I do besides drinking? Fives The food and wine are placed on the couch, and people sit on it. With one more person, Bosnu didn't feel strenuous at all, and he still walked like flying. After Ren Piaoling drank a glass of wine, she sighed contentedly. "The next time someone asks me how to enjoy drinking, I will definitely tell him that drinking on a flat couch is one of the great joys in life." Princess Murong still smiled sweetly. The moonlight is so soft, the starlight is so bright, the wine is so smooth, and there is such a beauty beside me, what more can I ask for? Murong's eyes are more hazy than starlight, it makes one's heart intoxicated, as if Ren Piaoling was already intoxicated. Four Persian slaves carried the couch and shuttled through the forest, the night wind seemed to be softened by the beauty. Murong's long hair was blown away by the night wind, not only did she not lose her beauty, but on the contrary added an indescribable charm. A charm that will make men impulsive. Ren Piaoling was not impulsive, he just looked at Murong with a smile, from the head to the feet, and from the feet to the head, seeing that our girl Murong's face was flushed, and she seemed to be shyly lowering her head. Ren Piaoling drank another glass of wine, and then said: "If I tell others that Princess Murong actually uses beauty tricks, I bet a hundred people, and one hundred and ten people will not believe it." Her voice was actually shy and affectionate Meaning, her cheeks don't know because of wine?Or is spring already in motion?It turned out to be red. Ren Piaoling really wanted to watch it again, to see what kind of tricks our Princess Murong would perform, but unfortunately he couldn't stay any longer, he had other things to do, so he had to say: "This kind of opportunity is really great. It is rare in a thousand years, if you miss it, you will really regret it, I really want to see more." Ren Piaoling said: "It's a pity that I have reached the time when I have to go." He went on to say: "I don't know what Zai Si is. How could I offend you, so that you would not hesitate to make such a sacrifice." After he sighed, he drank a glass of wine suddenly: "I can't help you with this, if you really have to kill him, I suggest you, you are It is a very useful and effective killing weapon." At the end of his words, his people flew into the forest and disappeared into the night. Murong's face was as angry as a pig's liver, and her body was trembling like willow branches in the spring breeze. The four Persian slaves were still running, but their faces were full of fear and surprise, because they had never seen their master like this. This is the first time, and they hope that there will be no second time. They thought to themselves: "For a person as beautiful as the master, there will be a man who refuses her request, and a man who refuses her beauty." , Night Breeze was indifferent. The couch is still running, Murong has closed her eyes, her body is no longer trembling, her face has returned to calm, but if you look carefully, you can definitely see tears dripping from the end of her eyes. six Every place and every city will have people who open restaurants, and there will also be noodle stalls selling snacks, and Jinan City is no exception. The most famous noodle stall in Jinan City is called "Shouzi Noodles." The noodles of Shouzi Noodles are not only delicious, but also cheap. Each one costs a big bowl. There are noodles, soup, and two thick slices of lean meat. The time when the skinny noodles are sold is also very famous. She doesn’t sell them during the day. When she opened the store, it must have been after midnight. When she sold out the two packs of noodles, she closed the stall. Eat one bowl, pay ten bowls, she will smile at you and say: "Please go early tomorrow." The owner of the thin noodles must be a thin person. As the name suggests, of course he is a thin man, not only thin, but surprisingly thin.Usually called thin people, there are "bamboo pole", "ribs" and "monkey". Those who are as thin as tree trunks, and those who are as thin as ghosts, these names are used for thin people, but for the boss of thin noodles, everyone who has seen her will definitely say: "Why is she like noodles?" How can people be like noodles?The noodles are so thin, even if they are wide, they are only as wide as a finger. No matter how thin a person is, it is impossible to be as thin as a wide noodles, right? Regardless of whether the noodles are thick or thin, they are always straight, just like the owner of the thin noodles. Such a straight one has the same width of head, shoulders, chest, stomach, buttocks and legs. No matter whether you are thin or fat, you will have measurements, and the measurements must be different. Some have a wide upper circumference, some have a wider lower circumference, and of course fat people have a wider middle circumference. ——Women's measurements have been kept secret since ancient times. The measurements of the boss of the skinny face are not only kept secret but also open to the public. Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen. Her head is also eighteen, but her age is already forty-eight. Unmarried, but the charm still exists. Although thin, the taste is just like her noodles, not only delicious, but also attractive. A person who is as busy as her and works with lampblack every day usually looks five or six years older than her actual age. Especially women. Women usually age faster than men, especially after the age of thirty-five, the speed of aging is just like the plum rain in spring, not only fast, but also impressive. Forty-eight is the same as thirty-three. Normally, a person as thin as her would not be too beautiful to look good, but she was an exception. Although she was thin, she was as beautiful as a willow branch in the spring breeze. Her name is also beautiful. Her name is "Skinny."