Chapter 6 Chapter Four: The Absurdity of Tibetan Flowers

The oil lamp was dim, and the fire was still small. The stove was not very hot, and Lao Gaixian was using a small iron fork to roast a fish on the fire. While roasting, he used a small brush to coat the fish with seasoning. He seems to have put all his energy on the fish in his hand. It is impossible for others to imagine that Lao Gaixian has such concentration and concentration. When Tibetan flowers came in, Lao Gaixian didn't know either. When he was grilling fish, even if the sky fell, he didn't care, no matter what happened, he had to wait until the fish was grilled. The aroma became stronger and stronger, and Zanghua couldn't help taking a breath.

"I think your fish has probably been grilled?" Zanghua asked. Old Gaixian ignored him. "Will it burn if it is baked again?" "Hey! If you interrupt or distract your attention, the taste of this color must be wrong." Old Gaixian sighed: "I'll eat it for you!" Old Gaixian sent the fish over with an iron fork, and Bubu said: "How can a person who is impatient eat good food?" "People who are impatient at least have something to eat." Zanghua held two jars of wine and looked at Lao Gaixian with a smile. "You really are not an ordinary thick-skinned fish." Lao Gaixian put on another fish and sighed while grilling: "Who's going to deal with you?"

Tibetan flowers are also really welcome, sit down cross-legged, serve the grilled fish, and eat with bites. "Your eating speed is really not ordinary fast." Lao Gaixian said while grilling: "Like this, even ten people can't eat it as fast as you. Zanghua ignored it, and ate harder. After eating, his eyes were fixed on the grilled fish on Lao Gai's fairy fork. "Are you ready?" Zang Hua swallowed her saliva. "There are still some food and wine on the table, why don't Miss Hua save some to eat," Old Gaixian continued grilling fish. "Is there any dish in the world that can be as delicious as your grilled fish?" Zanghua closed her eyes, shook her head and said, "I want bear's paws, and I want fish. If Lao Gaixian grilled fish , give up the bear's paw and eat the fish."

"Unexpectedly, your knowledge is really not ordinary." Old Gaixian said. September 26, afternoon.On a sunny day, the sun shines everywhere, although it can't shine into this narrow, damp and dark room, there is always a little bit of peripheral light leaking in.Zanghua poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Old Gaixian, who stared at her with wide eyes. "Do you know what time it is now?" "During the day!" "I started drinking during the day." Fifteen is not enough, do you have to drink two, four or six?" Old Gaixian picked up the cup without saying a word, and drank it all in one gulp. "Is this all right? Miss Hua."

"No, drink three cups." Zanghua is really unreasonable. "Will two glasses be good?" Zanghua shook her head. "Will two and a half glasses be good?" Zang Hua stretched out three fingers. "In my previous life, I must have been very good at bullying you." Lao Gaixian poured wine. "Those who want to buy me a drink can line up to the city gate from here." Zang Hua said, "I bought you a drink out of kindness, but you are still talking." "Yes, yes." Old Gaixian said, "Can you not buy me a drink next time?" "No, please." Zang Hua sat down, looked at the dishes on the table, and shook her head.

"You don't have a wife, no children, no brothers and sisters, and you don't want to spend your money, so what are you doing with it?" "Just because I have no relatives or relatives, and I don't leave any money behind, who will pay for my prosperity after I die?" "It's true." Zang Hua took a mouthful of vegetables. "However, since you are dead, who will help you preside over the funeral?" "You really are not an ordinary ignorant." Old Gaixian also sat down. "Do you know that there is a kind of temple where people can stay?"

"I know." Zanghua said: "The elderly people don't want to live at home, so they give a sum of money to the people in the temple, and then they live in the temple and live a leisurely life." "Yes. Then you Do you know there is another kind called Jiban?" "Zidan?" Zanghua said, "I don't know." "I don't know!" Old Gaixian was proud. "Some people are afraid that their children will not be filial, so they will spend the money for the funeral, so they put the money in the temple before they are alive, and after they die, the temple will handle the funeral properly."

"There is another one like you, who is lonely." Zanghua said. "Yes." Lao Gaixian said, "This is called 'Jiaoban'. Do you understand?" Zang Hua nodded, and suddenly asked: "After the prisoner dies, who will handle the funeral?" "The family of the prisoner." "It's official!" Old Gaixian said, "But it must be so-so." "For example, if you are the head of a prison, will the official funeral help you after death?" "Don't think about aphids!" Old Gaixian elongated his voice. "However, Prince Nan will, he loves his subordinates very much."

"Yang Zheng?" "He treats his subordinates equally, with clear rewards and punishments." Old Gaixian admired him. "It is said that he exposed the conspiracy of the hereditary first-class Marquis Di Qinglin by himself one day ago?" Zang Hua asked. "I can't finish talking about this matter for three days and three nights." Old Gaixian said: "At that time, the prince was just the head of the police in the county town. He was not afraid of hardships and evil forces to resist... ... Zanghua had heard many times about Yang Zheng's heroic deeds and legendary stories.But every time she listens to it, her blood surges.She believes that no matter men or women, they should learn from Yang Zheng, with a fearless, sincere and true heart.

——In some respects, Zanghua's style is very similar to Yang Zheng's. "Crimes like Di Qinglin should have been executed a long time ago, why are you still in prison?" Zang Hua asked. "This is a decision from above, how can the people below us know?" Zanghua turned her head and looked at the cell at the end of the corridor. "If I want to stay in this kind of place for twenty years, I will either go crazy or die. " "Who in the world is willing to enter such a place?" Old Gaixian said with emotion, "As long as you don't break the law, even if you want to come in and live, there is no door."

"Di Qinglin, Gan years ago, was romantic and unrestrained." Tibetan Flower Fufu said to himself: "I don't know what he looks like seven years later?" "" I don't know. ""how is this possible? Zanghua asked: "Isn't he locked in the first room of the dungeon?"If you patrol every day, you will definitely see him. " "Who said he was locked here?" Old Gaixian widened his eyes. "If he's locked up here, there's no way he'll escape from prison." "What did you say, he's not locked here?" "Yes!" "Has he already escaped from prison?" "That's right!" Old Gaixian asked, "Have you never heard such great news?" Zanghua reached out and touched her nose. ——Whenever she encounters a problem, she likes to touch her nose. "Where was he locked up before, and when did he escape from prison?" "In the rock cave of Wuhua Mountain in the west of the city." Old Gaixian said, "It was autumn thirteen years ago." "Wuhua Mountain? Thirteen years ago?" Zanghua thought. "Then who is locked in the first room of the dungeon?" "Clock destruction." "Destroy the sky and destroy the earth, and destroy the only clock in the world?" "Yes!" Zang Hua raised his glass and drank slowly. Di Qinglin had never been imprisoned here before, and had escaped from prison as early as thirteen years ago. Don't Du Wuhen and Wen Huo know about this? Impossible, must know. Now that he knew, why did he hide flowers and come here to save Di Qinglin? "Snow Cottage" has snow and flowers, and a hundred flowers are blooming. It is autumn, and it is the time when chrysanthemums bloom most beautifully. Yinjing Xiaodie is wearing the kimono she brought from Fusang, carefully trimming the flowers in the "Snow Cottage". What kind of flowers, when to fertilize, when to water, when to prune, no one knows better than Yinjing Xiaodie. Influenced and taught by her father since she was a child, she was able to occupy a place in the "Hua Liu". "Hualiu" is the name of Fusang's organization of flowers. It is divided into two main streams, one is cultivation and the other is flower arrangement. Because Jing Xiaodie is not only an expert in cultivating varieties, but also a first-class flower arrangement, so Yang Zheng spared no expense to invite her from Fusang to take care of "Snow Cottage". Although the autumn sunset is bright but soft, the afterglow gently sprinkles on the snow and flowers of various colors. Dusk is the best time for watering flowers and pruning branches, and it is also the busiest time for Jing Xiaodie. Usually it was also the time when Nanjun Wang Yangzheng enjoyed the flowers. "The rose symbolizes a woman, the lotus symbolizes purity, and the plum blossom symbolizes perseverance and strength." Yang Zheng asked Xiaodie, "Do you know what the chrysanthemum symbolizes?" "Lonely." Xiaodie said without turning her head. "Lonely?" Yang Zheng was a little surprised. "why?" "Chrysanthemums are not like other flowers that have a single branch and bloom several flowers." Xiaodie looked back at Yang Zheng. "It's a branch and a flower." Xiaodie looked at the chrysanthemum standing up in the wind, and said: "The branches of the chrysanthemum are thin and long, and the flowers bloom on the top of the branch. Seeing how it stands in the wind, it seems as if a person has gone through thousands of hardships." He climbed the mountain after all the hardships, but found that he was the only one on the top of the mountain, and only then did he realize the loneliness of success." "The loneliness of success?" Yang Zheng savored Xiaodie's words. Four What is loneliness, alone, no one to drink and chat with, lonely as hell. No one knows what is on his mind, although there are a lot of friends, but no one can pour out his heart and soul, and he is extremely lonely. It's not loneliness, it's just that you feel lonely. True loneliness is a deep emptiness, an emptiness that drives you crazy. Even in the sound of joy, you will feel the emptiness, melancholy and depression in your heart. Yang Zheng not only knew but also understood, because this terrible loneliness was gnawing at his bone marrow bit by bit. "People are refreshed on happy occasions." Xiao Die focused on Yang Zheng. "It seems that this sentence is not suitable for you." "Oh?" Yang Zheng smiled, "Why?" "A daughter came out for no reason, she is not only beautiful, but also has a good temperament and good demeanor." Xiaodie said: "Everyone wants a daughter like this." "yes?" Wu Yu is indeed a very perfect woman, within less than a day after entering the mansion, she has already gotten along very well with everyone. She is amiable and amiable, and will not put on airs just because she is the prince's daughter. Everyone really wanted this kind of daughter. As for Yang Zheng, when such a daughter suddenly appeared without any mental preparation, Yang Jing didn't know how to face her? If Wuyu is a child who wants to cry, time can also be used to build the relationship between father and daughter. If Wu Yu was a boy, it would be even easier, as soon as the food and drink were served and three glasses of old wine, the man's arrogance would surge. But Wu Yu is a slim girl, she already has her own thoughts and judgment. I remember the resentment in her eyes when we first met in the cabin, it still remains in Yang Zheng's mind. What is she complaining about?Blame him for not fulfilling his father's responsibility? There is stubbornness in Wuyu's gentleness, and she keeps everything in her heart and does not say it easily, which is also inherited from Lu Suwen's personality. Yang Zheng really wanted to ask her about Lu Suwen's recent situation, where did Lu Suwen live? Ask them about the details of the 20 years since they parted. Did Lu Suwen have a good time after marrying Hua Cuo? There were many things he wanted to ask, but when he met those resentful eyes, he couldn't say anything. That's why he doesn't get "spirited" on happy occasions. The setting sun is still on the mountain, but the phoenix has stopped. The snow is full of all kinds of flowers, colorful, it looks like those "tropical fish" in the depths of the ocean, full of vitality and magnificence of life. Yang Zheng stared at the flowers. Flower viewing cannot be without wine. He took out a small flat bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle, and took a sip with his head raised. "Beautiful flowers, mellow wine and beauty, what more can a husband ask for?" He shifted his gaze to Fluttershy. "It's freezing cold, how about drinking a sip of wine to warm your blood?" "The lord gave me wine, how dare I say goodbye?" Xiaodie took the small flat bottle and drank it in one gulp. Yang Zheng is someone who appreciates this kind of personality. Usually when encountering this kind of person, he will be arrogant.Just as he was taking back the small flat bottle to drink, Yang Zheng suddenly heard a voice. A sound of ice breaking. The snow has turned into solid ice, and the sound came out from the solid ice. Before the sound disappeared, the snow had already cracked and flew. In the flying ice and snow, there seemed to be two figures jumping up from the snow, flipped in the air, and then rushed towards Yang Zheng. I saw that the two of them didn't have any weapons in their hands, but Yang Zheng felt a forceful saber aura following them. Just as the killer was approaching Yang Zheng, he suddenly saw a flash of light a foot and a half away from their hands. ——There is no weapon in your hand, why is there reflection? Yang Zheng, who was about to reach out to block the attack, suddenly couldn't block it, turned around and dodged. The sudden assassination didn't frighten Xiaodie, she saw the hands of the killers moved three feet away from Yang Zheng's left arm, and moved a little, quickly. That kind of movement is like an assassin holding a knife in his hand, and the distance is exactly the distance that the blade is across the arm. Didn't the assassin know that he didn't have a knife in his hand? Xiaodie smiled, but before her smile fully opened, she froze. Seeing that Yang Zheng's left arm was already bleeding, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and then fixed her eyes. At this instant, Yang Zheng's left arm was already stained red with blood.Could it be that the assassin had an invisible knife in his hand? Although the blow was hit, the killers did not attack again, they only looked at Yang Zheng coldly. Yang Zheng still looked lazy, with a lazy smile on his face. "If you want a skater, pay the ice money quickly." Yang Zheng aimed at the assassin's hand. "Kill people invisible, but seek the people in the ice." "You're the only one who can escape the skate," said the killer. It turned out that they didn't have knives in their hands, they were holding skates.The ice is transparent and colorless, and in the snow, it really looks like an invisible knife. If Yang Zheng's judgment was wrong just now, and his judgment was a little slower, then his hand would be separated from his body. "The second kill on ice skates, I've seen the first kill, what about the first kill? Yang Zheng asked." No one alive has ever seen the second kill. "Passing through the flower forest, the snow fell in pieces. Suddenly, the snow seemed to be scattered in all directions by an invisible force, and then the knife flashed, and it went straight to Yang Zheng's chest. This saber technique is not only extremely fast, but also invisible and invisible. The aura of the saber is surging and extremely fierce. Even if there is only one saber, it is difficult to resist, let alone two sabers. Yang Zheng was wearing a heavy fur, he still felt that the sword's energy was hurting his femur, but at this moment the cold light of the ice blade was approaching Yang Zheng.If he dodges to the left, his right flank will inevitably be pierced by the ice blade; if he dodges to the right, his left hand will inevitably disappear.If he dodges to the east, there will be two more holes in his chest, because no matter how he dodges, he cannot be faster than these two skates. Yang Zheng has experienced hundreds of battles, but he has never met such a fast and strange knife. With a sound of "chi", an ice skate had been drawn into Yang Zheng's sable fur.But Yang Zheng's body had already slid away against the blade at this instant, when the cold blade touched his skin, he felt the hairs all over his body trembling in shock.The killer slashed through the air with a knife, and seemed to feel even more surprised, twisted the other ice blade and slashed across.The blade is colder and faster. Although Yang Zheng flashed the first ice skate, but at this time his old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not born, the second ice skate was imminent. Seeing this situation, Xiaodie was already in a cold sweat, seeing that Yang Zheng could no longer escape the second ice skate.At this moment of life and death, Yang Zheng suddenly shot the small flat bottle in his hand at the second knife.The small flat bottle hit the second skate in the air, and with a "clang", the skate shattered. Although Yang Zheng defuses the attack of the second knife, the broken ice skate fragments continue to meet Yang Zheng like thousands of hidden weapons.The second ice skate is already extremely weird, but the change of this move is even more unpredictable and difficult to parry. The killers were proudly preparing to see Yang Zheng die under this "second kill".The thousands of shattered ice fell down miraculously, as if there was an invisible wall blocking Yang Zheng.Look at each piece of broken ice that fell on the snow, with a small yellow chrysanthemum petal attached. At some point in time, a young man in gorgeous clothes came in through the arched door of "Snow Cottage", holding a yellow chrysanthemum in his hand. "The life of a chrysanthemum is already short." Yang Zheng looked at the young man. "Why did you pick it off?" The young man saved him. Not only was he not grateful, but he blamed him for picking off the chrysanthemum. Who else could do this kind of thing except Yang Zheng? "The chrysanthemum can grow again after picking it off." The young man looked at the chrysanthemum in his hand. "People are dead but nothing is left." "I was just wondering how these two little ice men escaped your eyes and hid in the snow hut." Yang Zheng said with a smile: "It seems that you are afraid of my leisurely life." The days have passed too long, and you deliberately let them come in to accompany me in activities?" The young man smiled and said nothing. The expression on the face of the man in the ice was as if he had seen eighty tigers suddenly become supple and grazing grass, frightened and distorted. They thought the assassination was a secret, but they were just deliberately let them in to accompany Yang Zheng in activities. They thought that this assassination plan was impeccable, but they couldn't resist a chrysanthemum. Failure to act is death, this is the same truth of Jianghu people through the ages. "Let's go!" Yang Zheng said lightly, "I hope that after this lesson, you can understand the principles of being a human being and doing things." The man in the ice couldn't believe his ears. "You let them go like this?" Xiaodie was surprised. "Don't let him go: go, do you want me to support them forever?" Yang Zheng smiled. "As for who is in charge? I don't even want to know." Yang Zheng looked at the man in the ice, and then said: "Go back and tell the boss behind you that if he doesn't want to live a peaceful life, he can send some useful people." In everything, there is a wrong and a debtor. The people below are just puppets, so why make things difficult for them. This is the principle of Yang Zheng's life. So the man in the ice left, and Yang Zheng heard another burst of applause. The first time I heard applause was in the small wooden house, that time it was Di Qinglin who applauded, what about this time? "Okay, okay. Yang Zheng deserves to be Yang Zheng." This time the person applauding was sitting on the wall, and Min was a woman. "It's indecent for a girl to climb a wall, let alone another person's wall," Yang Zheng said. "As long as I'm happy, I don't care if he's elegant or not." Of course this woman is a Tibetan flower. "Besides, what I climbed was not someone else's wall, but yours." "What's the difference?" Yang Zheng asked curiously. "Of course I climbed the wall of your house to find you." Zanghua said confidently. "The guest is coming, the master is always embarrassed to drive the guest out?" "That depends on what kind of guest you are, and what kind of business you want to find the host?" The young man remained expressionless. "Who are you?" Zanghua asked. "My name is Dai Yao." The young man said, "I am the master of the prince." "Oh! You are that Dai Yao known as the 'little old man'." Zang Hua looked at Dai Tian. "Who are you?" Dai Yao asked back. "Zanghua is me." Zanghua pointed to her nose and said. "Oh! You are the Tibetan flower known as 'wild man crazy flower, crazy even if you don't hide'." Yang Zheng actually imitated Tibetan flower's accent. "Have you seen the second Tibetan flower?" "Fortunately, it's just your family, and there is no semicolon." Yang Zheng said, "You climbed the wall of my house to find me, what's your business?" "I want you to help me." Zang Hua said word by word: "Rescue Zhong Rui from your dungeon. What kind of Tian is this? Only Zang Hua can say this.