Chapter 4 Chapter 2 Mysterious Legend

Of course, Tibetan Flower is not named Tibetan, nor is it a resounding nickname like those heroes and knights. Tibetan flowers seem to be called Tibetan flowers by nature. She has liked flowers since she was a child, and would often stare at an unknown flower for a long time. I will also be sad for a long time for the withered flowers, and then find a secret place to bury the flowers. Because she loves flowers, some people call her Xiaohua, some call her Xiaozanghua, and some call her Zanghuaer. No matter what it is called, no one knows where she came from? Not to mention Tibetan flowers, so someone called her Xiaoyehua.

"Little wild flower" means, of course, a child that no one wants. Zanghua knew and understood, but she was neither angry nor defended. It's just that those who call her "Little Wild Flower" will often get a sap for no reason, and when they wake up, they will find their mouths full of mud. Rich people can be roughly divided into several types: one is stingy and harsh, and the other is reluctant to spend money and often pretends to be poor to take advantage of others. Some are like nouveau riche, wishing that the whole world would know that he is rich, and some are willing to spend money, but are often taken advantage of.

The most ideal one is someone who can spend money and enjoy himself, and Du Tian belongs to this kind of arsenic. His home is covered with white long-haired carpets from a distant place called Persia. Walking on them feels like being in the low white clouds of early spring. It is said that the furniture in his house comes from distant western countries, and everything is not only beautiful, comfortable, but also practical. Take the chair that Zanghua is sitting on now as an example, the whole chair is designed with the human body in mind. The back of the chair is slightly arched inward, and when one sits on it, it feels as if a sword is slipping into a scabbard, tightly and comfortably.

Zanghua felt extremely comfortable as soon as she sat on it, and she planned to get a few of these chairs to play with when she had money. With chairs, of course there is a table, especially the table in Du Tian's house, which is even more fun. The tabletop is round, and there is a small disc in the center, and the dishes are placed on the small disc. The small disc is movable. If you want to eat that dish, you don’t need to get up and hold it. Just move the small disc and it will turn. When the dish you want to eat is in front of you, stop the small disc, then you can enjoy the dish you want to eat.

Zang Hua kept moving the small disc, not because she wanted to eat food, but because it was fun. "This table comes from a faraway western country, and it's exclusively used by Western royal families." Du Tian was very proud, "I think it's very suitable for eating, so I named it." "what name?" "Xiwang dining table." "Then do these chairs also have names?" Zang Hua asked curiously, "Is it called 'Xi Wang Dining Chair'?" Du Tian smiled and nodded. "This dining room must be called 'Xiwang House'."

"It seems so." Du Tian happily drank the wine in his glass. The old man who warmed the wine immediately filled Du Tian's wine glass, and then stepped aside. The cup is made of crystal, and the wine is light red. The light red wine in the crystal glass looks like the wet lips of a virgin. "The brewing method of this wine also comes from Western countries." Du Tian said. "Is it called Xiwang wine?" "It is made with a special wine, mixed with several kinds of fruit juices, shaken and mixed thoroughly." Du Tian raised his glass and looked at the wine in the glass. "When it's mixed, it's colorful, like a rooster's tail, so it's called 'cocktail'."

"Cocktail?" Zang Hua's eyes stared out of the window and landed on a far away place in the west. "If there is a chance, I must go to the western country you mentioned to have fun." "There is this opportunity, and there is this possibility." "Am I drunk, or is there something wrong with my ears?" Zang Hua's voice was full of doubts just like her own. "I seem to hear someone say a very cute thing." "I guarantee that your ears must be normal," Du Tian drank his wine. "Your drinking capacity is not that bad." "That lovely sentence just now, can you say it again?"

"There is this opportunity, and there is this possibility." "Knowing it's a lie, it still sounds very comfortable." "Please pay attention, this is the truth, not a lie." Du Tian was very cautious. "Please also pay attention, the place I want to go is not your kitchen, but a far away place." "Don't say it is a western country, even if you want to learn from Confucius and travel around the world." Du Tian stared at Tibetan flowers. "As long as you accomplish one thing." Zang Hua suddenly stopped talking, her big and bright eyes stared at Du Tian, ​​as if she regarded him as the brightest star in the west of the night sky.

"I understand a little bit what you mean." Zang Hua held the cup with both hands and brought the mouth of the cup close to her nose. "There is one thing, you can't come forward, so you come to me, as long as I do it, even if you don't want to go, you will send me away, right?" "It's a hair" thing needs you to do it. "Zhuang Da said: "Whether things are successful or not, you can get a sum of money. As for where you want to go, it has nothing to do with me. " The moon is curved like a hook, hooked in the sky. "Can I not do it?" Zanghua asked Du Tian very seriously.

"Yes, of course." Du Tian slapped each other lightly. "see a visitor out." The old man who warmed the wine immediately walked to the door and called softly, "Prepare the horse." "It's getting late, and it's half an hour away from the gate at the fastest pace." Du Tian smiled. "That's why horses are always prepared for guests to leave." "Thank you for your hospitality." Zang Hua stood up. "I'm leaving." "No, no, no." Zanghua walked out happily, and after a while there was the sound of galloping horses leaving.

"Oh! I thought that if I found her, this matter would be completed." Du Tian raised his glass and drank alone. "It seems that she is different from the legend." "What kind of person am I in the legend?" Zang Hua jumped in from the window before finishing talking. "Didn't you leave?" Du Tian seemed surprised and suspicious. "It's gone, that's a horse." Zang Hua sat back in her original position. "As for me? Listen to the legendary me, what kind of person I am." "Arrogance, arrogance." "I understand the meaning of arrogance, which is a little bit more daring than daring to do." Zanghua poured a glass of wine by herself. "But what about madness?" "I'll tell you what Kuang Dang means, it's a little bit more daring than Gan Dang." Du Tian's voice was full of smiles. Dare to act and act is what a man should have. Looking at today's martial arts, there are several "chivalrous men" who can do it. There is kindness for kindness, there is revenge for revenge, you strike with a knife, I strike with a sword, and grievances are divided. In this era full of "wu" and "chivalry", of course there are also chivalrous women who are happy to be kind and enmity. ——I have never treated myself badly in my life, riding the fastest horse, climbing the highest mountain, eating the hottest food, drinking the strongest wine, playing the fastest knife, killing the most ruthless person, getting married for the first time, but The frightening bride "Feng Siniang" who would "run away again on the day of the bridal chamber's festivities." ——Gao Yanan, a Huashan disciple who chased Hu Tiehua for two or three years and forced him to marry with a sword. ——Did seven times, dressed as a woman Yan Qi, who bickers with Guo Dalu in men's clothing all day long.——Miss Zhu Qiqi who has been laughing and proud with Shen Lang for 30 years.——From love to hatred, "Mr. Midnight Orchid" Su Rongrong designed to kill Chu Liuxiang. These are all heroines who became famous in the world and are still unforgettable. But compared with Tibetan flowers, they seem to be a little less. —— a little less "crazy". Although the night wind in early autumn is not cold, it has a chill.It's bleak. "Do you know Di Yulin?" Du Tian seemed to have desolation in his eyes. "Di Xiaohou Di Qinglin, who regards fame and wealth as dust, but regards famous horses and beauties as his life?" Zang Hua said. "Yes." Very cold and light question and answer. "You must also know Yang Hui." "Nanjun Wang Yangzheng?" "Now, he was just a catcher before." Du Tian was a little weird.Zanghua didn't "notice it, and it was a long time later when he found out. "I admire him the most." Zang Hua said in a loud voice, "As a small policeman, he single-handedly exposed a hereditary first-class Marquis Di Qinglin who is much 'bigger' than him." Zhuang Da was silent, gently He picked up the cup to drink but put it down again, looking at him as if he was thinking about something very important. What should he be so cautious about?The curiosity of Tibetan flowers has increased again. Especially when it comes to Yang Tin and Di Qinglin. "I want you to rescue Di Qinglin." Du Tian said word by word. Zang Hua stared at Du Tian, ​​and after a long time said softly: "You are drunk." "He's not drunk." The old man who warmed the wine helped Du Tian pour the wine. "It must be sick." Zanghua smiled: "Only sick people can think wildly and talk nonsense." "Unfortunately, he doesn't have any minor illnesses." The old man Wenjiu also smiled. "So I'm dreaming?" "It's late at night, but you haven't slept yet." Du Tian raised his glass. "How can it be dreaming?" "This matter is still up to me." The old man who warmed the wine sat down and poured himself a glass of wine. "Spent in a very distant and mysterious oriental garden." ——It is said that after the death of the royal family in this mysterious country, a special secret "prescription" is used to treat the corpse, and then wrap it with a special cloth. ——The corpses after these two procedures are called "mummy". ——They stored the "mummy" in a box in the shape of a human body. ——Under the guidance of the "mage", the "mummy" was transported into a very large "spire" and sealed for storage. ——It is said that after being treated in this way, the "mummy" will be resurrected under certain circumstances after hundreds of thousands of years. "These secret recipes for processing 'mummy' were brought to our country by an ascetic monk from Tianzhu, and they will be presented to the current emperor." The old man's wine was already the seventh cup. "This ascetic monk from Tianzhu disappeared after he came to my country alone." Du Tian said, "It's like foam disappearing in the waves." "Has anyone seen him?" Zang Hua asked. "Yes." The old man twitched his eyebrows. "Di Qinglin." "Di Qinglin?" Zang Hua was even more curious. "He is the secret envoy sent by the emperor to pick up the ascetic monk." Du Tian said. "Only Di Qinglin knows the ascetic monk's whereabouts." "That's why you want me to save Di Qinglin." Zang Hua looked at the old man and Du Tian. "What does this matter have to do with you?" "For this matter, we have been incognito for twenty years." The old man Wenjiu sighed. Zanghua took a mouthful of vegetables, chewed them slowly, and slowly recalled the meaning of the old man's words. "Twenty years?" Zang Hua said: "I heard that twenty years ago, after Di Qinglin was exposed by Yang Zheng and arrested in prison, two famous celebrities in the imperial court suddenly disappeared." Tibetan flowers stared at Du Tian. "One is Du Wuhen, a first-rank guard with a knife in Yuqian." "If you want to keep a sword, there will be no trace of belly." Du Tian said. "The other is the deacon of the Criminal Department." Zang Hua stared at the old man warming the wine. "Tenderness on the iron face, a trace of fire." "Mr. Wen Huo," said the old man. "Mr. Wen Huo is the youngest deacon in the history of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. He was appointed at the age of 25. Everyone in the Ministry of Criminal Justice calls him 'Wen Yi Dao'. I heard that he has the fastest sword skills after Jiang Duanxian. The one." Zang Hua stared straight at the old man. "Am I right? Mr. Wen Huo." "That's right." Wen Huo said, "I never imagined that I've been hidden for twenty years, yet someone still remembers me." Wen Huo, male, forty-seven years old, is the youngest chief deacon of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. He is assigned to carry out the execution whenever there is a major red errand. Give a generous gift in private. What is unexpected is that this big celebrity in the Ministry of Criminal Justice relinquished his duties at the age of twenty-seven and drifted away without knowing where he ended up. Under the warm fire under the light, he looked much older than his actual age. —What made him age so quickly?Is it because there are too many people killing people? "With one swing of the sword, the edge of the sword pierces through the air, blood spurts from the waist, and there is no trace on the stomach." Zang Hua looked at Rang Tian. "The waist is broken, and the sword marks disappear, right? Du Wuhen." The sword flower flickered, the sword light covered the candlelight, and Du Wuhen pulled out a sword from nowhere. "This sword has not drunk human blood for twenty years." Du Wuhen stared at the sword. "Unexpectedly, there are still people." "Why did the two of you retire when your reputation was in full swing?" "Di Qinglin." Du Wuhen said, "It's for Di Qinglin." As soon as he was caught, the emperor immediately ordered the two of us to inquire about the whereabouts of the ascetic monk. "Wen Huo said: "We tried all kinds of methods and pressed him for three months, but he didn't even say a fart. " If you can't fulfill the emperor's decree, you will be beheaded. "Du Wuhen rubbed his neck." The emperor thought that we had made great contributions to the court, and although we were spared the death penalty, he wanted us to resign and leave. "That's why you all retired here, because Di Qinglin was imprisoned in the sky prison of the Nanjun Prince's Mansion." Zang Hua said: "I can't figure out one thing. This matter has nothing to do with you. Why save Di Qinglin?" "If the wish is not fulfilled, even if you are alive, you will have trouble sleeping and eating." Du Wuhen said. "It seems to make sense." Zang Hua nodded. "I couldn't find out if I was forced to ask in the past. Could it be possible to find a solution today, twenty years later?" "No matter how strong a person is, after Bian's 20 years in prison, he will become weak." Wen Huo said. "There's only one question now, why don't you go rescue it yourself, but ask me to come forward?" "Because Lao Gaixian is not afraid of anyone, but you." Du Wuhen said. Di Qinglin was rescued thirteen years ago, why did Du Wuhen and Wen Huo hide flowers and go to the prison to rescue Di Qinglin?