Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 101 But I Sniff the Flowers (1)
A few days later, Yuan Feibai didn't come to see me again. I heard that he lingered in Zhang Zhiyan's residence these days, and Luo Yuhua also frequently showed his face to receive him.And I thank guests behind closed doors. Even if I have to go out, I will return home late at night and try not to disturb Yuan Feibai next door.

Under the bright sun, I squinted and stared blankly at the servants who built a new high wall where the broken wall was, and then plunged into the ledger.

This day, I was checking the goods with Meng Yin, and suddenly came along to report that Cha Suhui, the son of the snow-walker, had come to deliver a letter, saying that he wanted to invite Boss Jun to come to the house for a talk.

I thought about it, and hiding like this is not an option.What a big event it is for Master Xue Treading to be in the south of the Yangtze River. I, Jun Mowen, said that he was sick and did not attend these days.

I happily nodded and said, "Okay, then please reply to Mr. Bai, don't ask, I will definitely visit you in three days."

Suhui answered yes, raised her head, and took a deep look at me.

I smiled at him and called out, "Seeing off the guests."

He opened his mouth to speak, but finally closed his mouth, and disappeared from my sight with a gloomy expression.

Three days later, I left the main gate of the Junfu on time with my four major followers.You don’t need to take a taxi, take a sedan chair, let alone ride a horse. You can turn left, walk about 300 meters, and then turn right to arrive at Yuanfu.

Suhui, Wei Hu, and Wu Rutu were already standing at the door neatly dressed.

Yuan Feibai personally greeted him at the door, wearing only an ordinary silver gauze crown on his black hair and a black bun, with a white jade hairpin inlaid with gold patch inserted, looking refreshed.Seeing me coming, Jue Dai Yurong smiled, my woman's heart almost didn't jump out.

I put on a professional smile, cupped my fists and bowed slightly, "Mo Wen met the original third son."

Yuan Feibai walked towards me with a smile, and lightly supported me with plain hands, and said softly: "Boss Jun came on time."

Hey, we are neighbors as close as we can get, can you be on time?

In fact, in order not to fly over early, I lingered at Xiyan's place for a long time.

"The third son enjoys the banquet, so you dare not refuse." I smiled brightly.

He laughed and said, "I'm only three years older than Boss Jun. Why don't we just call me Feibai by name, don't ask?"

For a moment, I was like an electric current passing through my body, and my mind was in a trance, and I even forgot to break free. When I woke up, Yuan Feibai was still calm, but his shining phoenix eyes glanced at me.I hurriedly and slowly broke away from his hand, and turned my gaze to the green garden.

The gardens in the south of the Yangtze River have always been best known in the world for their stacked stones and mountains, and their exquisite layout. This money garden is especially the best.Its architectural style is even more surprising, with pavilions, pavilions, corridors and sills turning round and round, without rigidity, grand and open, and with every step, the scenery hidden in the scenery often makes people feel suddenly enlightened.

Back then, Boss Qian was quite proud of it. Every festival, he would invite the rich and famous, headed by Zhang Zhiyan, to come to Qian Yuan to read poems, watch plays and have fun.And Zhang Zhiyan himself was also very impressed with Qian Yuan. In the sixth year of Yongye, he refurbished the back garden of the prefect's mansion in Jiankang with Qian Yuan as the model, and renamed it "Liu Yuan". Palace" prototype, of course, this is a later story.

And at that time, I couldn't help but praise: "This Qianyuan is really the crown of gardens in the south of the Yangtze River."

Yuan Feibai smiled, with a relaxed and happy expression.

I thought to myself, maybe Yuan Feibai wanted to talk to me so much, it was nothing more than worrying about my life in the past few years. After all, so many years have passed, maybe he has the same thoughts as me, and wants to say goodbye to yesterday.

I tried hard to see him as an old friend, so I no longer grudged my smile, gradually relaxed myself, and chatted with him naturally.

When it was time to burn an incense stick, Su Hui came over and offered tea and some dried fruit snacks.I opened the teacup, but saw that the teacup was green and clear, I took a sip, the taste was fresh and sweet, and I couldn't help but praise: "What a pot of Shanqing, Ziyang Maojian really lives up to its reputation."

This is Yuan Feibai's favorite tea. I used to serve him almost every day in Xifengyuan.

Yuan Feibai smiled lightly, "Boss Jun has good eyesight, he is indeed a tea tycoon."

"Young Master Miozan, I only hope that one day this troubled world will end sooner, and East and West will be interconnected sooner, so that the tea people in East and West will be benefited sooner." I sighed from the bottom of my heart.

Yuan Feibai nodded and said: "Boss Jun's words are very true. Although the war is tight, we must also take care of the flow of commerce between east and west." He pondered seriously for a moment, "Wait for me to write a book and help Boss Jun get the silk tea in the northwest From now on, Junji Company can freely enter the Northwest to sell silk tea and other things, is that good?"

I couldn't help being overjoyed, I stood up and bowed deeply to him, "Don't ask me to thank the original third son on behalf of the Jun family and the tea people in the Northwest."

He stepped forward to help me up.

Startled, I stepped back.

His eyes were gloomy for a while, but then he changed into a smiling face in an instant, "This way please."

I followed behind him, keeping a certain distance.Facing a high slope, climb up slowly, and when you reach the top of the slope, a fresh fragrance hits your face. When you look at it, you can't help but concentrate, but you see an artificial small valley, full of green eyes, clusters of flowers in the sun, or red as red. The flames are burning, or they are as white as mutton fat and jade, and mixed with brilliant purple clouds, falling heavily on the branches, it is very lively.

I remember that in the past, there were many rare and famous trees such as peach and apricot, osmanthus, kumquat and viburnum.Are these flowers newly transplanted?
And these flowers are very familiar, I seem to have seen them before, I squinted my eyes and took a serious look, my heart jumped violently, as if it reached my throat all of a sudden.

I gently picked up a pure white flower, but I heard the silky voice behind me: "There is a girl in the same car, Yan Rushunhua. Will soar and fly, Peiyu Qiongju. He is beautiful Meng Jiang, beautiful and beautiful." Both. This is the scene of welcoming relatives described in the "Book of Songs", and that Shunhua refers to this kind of hibiscus flower. Although the flowers are small and beautiful, they bloom in the morning and fall in the evening. They are scattered and fluttering in the wind. Virtue, there are sages who wrote poems and chanted: Scholars don’t grow long and poor flowers don’t wither, every wind and rain is amazing, so some people call it the endless flower of a gentleman.”

I don't know what to say, I can only try to calm my beating heart.To be honest, when I first came here, I didn't pay much attention to my Hu Renniang giving me this name, because at that time I was only thinking about how to return to my original world.

By the time I realized that the name hibiscus was too common, and that the plant that made the fence in front of my house was also called hibiscus, my mother-in-law had passed away and could no longer change her name.

When I was young, I couldn't afford hair oil or soap, and Jinxiu would often pluck hibiscus leaves to wash and comb our hair; after entering Ziqi Villa, every summer, I would knead hibiscus flowers in flour for my little one. Wuyi, especially Biying, made noodles that we Jianzhou people often eat, and sometimes fried scallion pancakes to supplement nutrition.Because I remember that it was mentioned in the book of my previous life that hibiscus flowers have extremely high nutritional value, rich in protein, vitamin C, amino acids, flavonoid active compounds and mucilage, etc. It is associated with the gentleman's high righteousness.

There was a fog in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see anything clearly, I could only hear his voice full of emotion, "There was once a woman, she entered my world like an elf, only for a year, and then disappeared without a trace There is no trace, as if it has never appeared in my life. But every time I dream back in the middle of the night, it is all her smiling face, everything seems to be yesterday, she said to me mischievously, "Master Mingjian."

He smiled wryly, and his voice appeared in my ears, with a hint of excitement, "Her name is Mujin."

My hand wanted to withdraw from the branch, but he had already held it tightly. His ambergris surrounded me, and his warm breath squirted into my ears. His voice was full of bitterness and melancholy, "Hibiscus ...why...she...why doesn't she recognize me, you...but my miserable wife, Hua Mujin."

He finally pierced through this layer of window paper, and I couldn't help trembling all over, like a dead leaf in the wind. I wanted to make jokes, but it was extremely difficult to even open my mouth. Years of self-cultivation disappeared in an instant, and tears blurred my eyes.

I tried my best to push him away, but he hugged me tightly from behind, "Mujin."

It took me a long time before I found my voice, "You've got the wrong person, the third son."

I tried to push him away, but he hugged me even tighter, "How have you lived all these years, do you know how easy it is for me to find you?"

This embrace is so warm, I can only see each other when I dream back at midnight, and I am powerless and unable to break away.The scent of ambergris was stronger, and the two of us merged into one, sometimes disappearing under the shade of flowers, and I was surprised to feel dry mouth, which was a feeling I hadn't seen for a long time.

I tried my best to push him away, took three steps back, and with slightly messy clothes, I hurriedly cupped my fists at Yuan Feibai, "Excuse me..."

"No." Yuan Feibai yelled suddenly, looking at my phoenix eyes with a trace of blood red, "What are you afraid of?" When he said the last sentence, his tone slowed down, and his eyes became frantic.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand to me, and seemed to be trying to maintain a soft voice: "Mujin, this is not a dream, I saw you again, right? So don't leave me."

I took another step back, tears had already wet my face.

He slowly put down his hand, a gust of wind with the fragrance of hibiscus blowing through his black hair, covering his sad eyes.

I calmly said: "Third son, your Mrs. Huaxi is a kind and righteous woman in the world. She was buried in the flames of Bashu eight years ago in order to keep her virginity."

He was stunned as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

"If she comes back, how will you deal with yourself, and how will she face the right and wrong of this original family?" I tried my best to smile, "Third Young Master, this is not a dream, but it is also a dream. Eight years have passed , the flower hibiscus has already become a dead bone in the tomb. The third son also had a wife and children, and the one here is just a profit-seeking businessman, Jun Mowen."

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes hurt unspeakably. It took him a long time to speak, but the voice was extremely cold, "Is it because of him?"

I turned my head slowly, not wanting him to see the despair in my eyes, "Master Yuan, I still say the same thing, Hua Mujin is dead, please forget about her."

I wiped the tears from my eyes, and was about to walk towards the door, but I heard a strange groan behind me. I looked back and saw Feibai holding a hibiscus tree with one hand, and clutching his right leg with white knuckles in the other. His knees and forehead were covered with cold sweat, his lips were pale, and he was about to fall to the ground.

I was startled, and immediately ran back to him, and supported him, but when I was on the verge of falling, he brought me to the ground, and I asked in surprise, "Master Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Could it be that his leg injury has recurred?But wasn't it obvious that he had recovered eight years ago?He clenched his teeth, his hands trembled, and he couldn't speak at all.

I suddenly remembered that in the past he always had a bottle of analgesic medicine in his left skirt. At that time, not only he, but also the servants around him carried it, just in case his leg injury broke out, and it would come in handy when the pain was unbearable.I tried to dig into his left skirt, and sure enough, I found a small red bottle. I grabbed it out, sniffed it, and it was indeed an anesthetic. I poured out the remaining tea, poured some water to dissolve the anesthetic, ran back to him with the tea bowl, let him lean against me, and fed him to drink with difficulty.For a moment his brow was dripping with sweat.

I was so anxious that I burst into tears, and said in a choked voice, "Why is your leg still not healed? How could it be like this?"

I was about to get up to call someone, but Fei Bai hugged me tightly, "Don't go away..." He gasped heavily in pain, but his fingers almost pinched into my skin, "Don't leave me again went……"

A streak of blood slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth, and I finally cried out, "Third Master, please rest for a while, I beg you to stop talking."

He caressed my cheek, stared at me stupidly, and smiled erratically, "Hibiscus."

He breathed calmly, leaned closer to me again, and kissed away my tears.

My tears flowed more violently, but I couldn't get away. I closed my eyes tightly, and I couldn't help but crave the ambergris that I longed for in my dreams. There was an indescribable trembling and sore feeling in my heart.

A long time ago, a young man tricked me into coming to him, but took the opportunity to wring my hands, threatening me not to flirt with other men. At that time, I burst into tears in pain, but he gently kissed me away. shed my tears.

Yes, he always makes me cry, even after eight years, he still makes me cry easily, but he still uses this method to clumsily stop my sadness.

I don't know when, his kisses fell densely, and slowly moved to my lips, I tasted the taste of blood faintly, but the endless lingering, I am so happy.

"master."

Xiao Fang's voice came, like a burst of thunder on the ground, waking me up, but I was a little embarrassed to hear Qi Fang's voice, "Master, something happened to Miss Xiyan."

Yuan Feibai let go of his hand, his eyes dimmed, and I also returned to reality, quietly swallowed his blood, and stood up.When he turned around, he saw Su Hui, Wei Hu and Qi Fang standing not far away, and Su Hui and Wei Hu surrounded Qi Fang with unfriendly expressions.

I asked anxiously, "What happened to Xi Yan?"

Qi Fang's eyes flickered, and I realized that it might be related to Xuanyuan Yi, so I said to Suhui and Wei Hu: "Just now your third master's old disease relapsed, please come and take care of your third master, two strong men."

While I was talking, the expressions of the two of them had already changed drastically. They called out to the third master, and rushed to behind me, supporting the crumbling Yuan Feibai.

I hardened my heart and didn't look back. I followed Qi Fang and climbed over the wall to return to Jun's Mansion, only to see that the three long attendants were already waiting at the gate of Hope Primary School. It turned out that some dark men had sneaked into the mansion just now, trying to kidnap Xi Yan and Xuanyuan Yi .

When I got home, I hurried to Xiyan's place, but I saw blood all over the place. I was shocked and asked, but Xiyan and other hope primary school students were injured by dark people.

The wine-nosed Zhu Ying looked drunk, her eyes were clear, and she said in a ferocious voice: "These bastards...Miss and Master Biao skipped school over the wall of Hope Primary School while Master was visiting Mr. Yuan in the garden next door. Coincidentally, the villain also came in from this wall, but luckily we bumped into it. Young Master Biao was seriously injured in order to save Miss, and he is still awake."

"Have you found out who it is?" My left and right eyelids kept twitching, "What did the spies in the capital say?"

"Master Yin has been imprisoned in imperial prison."

I was extremely worried about Yin Shen, so I ordered Zhu Ying to let the spies in the capital report to him as soon as they had news.

I went to see Xi Yan, who was sitting beside Xuanyuan Yi's bed, her small face was a bit dazed, I felt distressed immediately after seeing it, and the words I was blaming turned into a sigh.

Xi Yan threw herself into my arms, her small body trembling, she hugged me so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe, she began to cry, "Daddy, Daddy, will Huang Chuan die?"

I shook my head, "Silly Xiyan, didn't Uncle Zhu say that Huang Chuan will be fine."

Xuanyuan Yi's face was sallow, his eyes were closed tightly, and gauze was wrapped around his shoulders.I comforted Xiyan for a long time, but Xiyan said that she must accompany Xuanyuan Yi, so I let her go.

Qi Fang and I went back to the study and said: "Master is tired, let's rest first, I will send more people to patrol at night tonight."

I ordered Qi Fang: "Xiao Fang, Jiangnan is not safe now, immediately write a letter and ask Madam to prepare, and take Xi Yan and Huang Chuan to Dali for shelter."

Qi Fang thought for a while and said slowly: "If you let Miss and Young Master Huang go to Dali, if in the future... the master and the third son return to Xi'an, what can the madam do to blackmail the master?"

I shook my head lightly and forced a smile, "Xiao Fang, do you think I will go to the muddy water in Yuan's house?"

Qi Fang sighed softly, "Since the master said so, I will go to prepare. Didn't the master say that he will go to Dali with the caravan this time? How about letting the young lady go with the young master Biao."

I nodded and called Qi Fang again.He stopped again and looked at me suspiciously.

I took a quill pen and wrote down Li Shangyin's famous novel "Jin Se" on the paper:
Jinse has no end in fifty strings, a string of thoughts and a string of years.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

(End of this chapter)