Volume 1 Jindong Mansion Chapter 48 Romantic Spring Cherry blossoms are in full bloom
"The rest is what I learned from Shizun, Shizun is an old man, who once joined the Liu clan by chance and served as a nurse of the Liu clan, but he was eliminated by the Liu clan within a few days!" Ning Lao said this, his fists clenched and creaked.
"This is also the idea of the old man who respects him until he dies, and wants to join the Liu clan to be the guardian of the hospital. There were hot tears running down his cheeks, and his eyes were red.
"Ning Lao, the Liu Clan is so strong, isn't that invincible in the world? That little son of the Liu Clan, why did he want to enter the Zhendong Mansion?" She was puzzled, the Zhendong Mansion and the Zhenxi Mansion had an old enmity, and she naturally didn't want the Zhendong Mansion to grow.
"The holy monk turned into a Tao, and there is a reason for it. How could that little boy be willing? I'm just afraid that when he is born and enters the Zhendong Mansion, there will be countless people who will be stained with blood!" Mu Jiang said leisurely: "At that time, the retreat, the holy monk turned into a Taoist, and the avenue mourned, the whole world was shocked, and all the grandmasters in the world felt it, and I also felt it, so I rushed out of the customs in advance. It won't be long before all the giants of the world will come to Aoyama Akiba Temple to send off Master Ci Nian!"
"Although the Liu clan is strong, it is not involved in the world. For a long time, he has been living in seclusion in Liuqing City at the Broken Cloud Cliff, and if Liu Xiaogongzi wants to succeed, he must use the power of blocking his minions all over the world and being well-informed. In the country of Dajiang, only the four provinces have this opportunity. Our Jiang Wang is not simple, he knows this, and he knows that the four mansions are now the only ones in the west of our town. Therefore, I want to take this opportunity to suppress our Zhenxi Mansion. Ning Lao thought about it enough, and he knew how much that these superiors, and the thoughts of each one were not simple, and he sighed secretly.
"Then my plan to destroy Zhendong Mansion and avenge my mother has failed? I am not reconciled, I will not give up, that is, I will not kill Liu Xiaogongzi, and I will also make him not a roadblock for me. With her fists clenched and her teeth gritted, anger rose in her heart, how could she be willing!
"This matter should not be rushed, it must be carefully calculated step by step so that nothing goes wrong. As for that little boy Liu, you must not attack him again, the consequences are very serious, we can't afford it, and the royal family doesn't dare to take this responsibility. Mu Jiang admonished his proud daughter, not wanting her to be blinded by hatred, and finally really angered Old Man Liu.
"Father, don't you worry! Don't you know who your daughter is and how powerful she is? I won't do things that outweigh the losses, and I won't do anything that loses money. She smiled gently, had a sweet temperament, was virtuous, and was very lovable.
"I don't care about anything else, this little son of the Liu clan can't touch it. And Ning Lao, why didn't you stop Dian Xue'er at that time? This matter is too dangerous, don't you know?" he complained, staring at Ning Lao viciously, and questioned Ning Lao. He wouldn't have done that if it was normal, but today was different, and he couldn't calm down.
"The old man went to find the white-clothed marquis to learn from each other, and at the same time looked at Ye Qing, the old boy, Mo Zhen was going to kill Liu Xiaogongzi by mistake, it would be a big mess in the world!" Ning Lao smiled bitterly, shook his head and explained, a pair of sword eyebrows and starry eyes, very sassy and heroic.
"Elder Ning, it turns out that you are not here to help me complete the task, but to supervise me!" Ye Qing on the side opened his eyes and said.
His injuries improved, his pale cheeks were a little ruddy, and his eyes looked at Ning Lao angrily.
"The old man doesn't stare at it, if you really kill that little boy Liu by mistake, I'm afraid that at this time, your entire Ye clan, men, women and children will be corpses!" Ning Lao was also angry, he was obviously thinking about everyone, but this kid didn't appreciate it when he knew it, but blamed himself.
"No, Ning Lao. You always misunderstood, I was just curious that you were fighting with the white marquis at that time, and you were in full swing, and you were just acting!" Ye Qing couldn't help but accept it in his heart, he was very helpless. He didn't know the weight of the Liu clan, just as Ning Lao said, few people in the world knew it. Therefore, he really went with the intention of killing Liu Chen.
He recuperated while recuperating from his injuries. He was more surprised than anyone else when he learned about the Liu Clan from Ning Lao's mouth, and he was secretly glad in his heart that God didn't give him a chance to really let him kill the little son of the Liu Clan. Otherwise, if the Liu clan casually comes out with a few old janitors, they may destroy his Ye clan.
Four sea cities in the four customs, four sea people in the four sea cities. If you want to return to the sea building, the ship has not been scheduled, and the dream and the wind will meet, who can tie it like a broken stalk. Sihai City is the home of all the world's broken stalks, people in the rivers and lakes, and Sihai City is famous all over the world.
Leaving Sihai City, on the wide official road, a carriage drove slowly, surrounded by several horses, and the people on horseback were all energetic, radiant, and full of energy.
It's early spring, and flowers are starting to bloom. Liu Chen stepped on the thick ground, closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm light, smelling the fragrance of flowers in the air, which was very pleasant.
On the side of the road, there are cherry blossoms in full bloom, which is very beautiful.
In the romantic spring, the bright cherry blossoms bloom all over the branches, and the white petals dance in the wind and fall slowly, scattering the white petals on the ground.
A gust of wind blew, and beautiful and delicate petals gently fell down, like pink snowflakes flying across his face in the cold winter, which was very pleasant. Picking up a fallen cherry blossom, I found that she had four or five petals, and the stamens were yellow, like a charming woman. Her petals felt tender, and he was afraid of crushing them.
If you look closely at the cherry blossoms, they turn from white to red, and the top is a big red. A few cherry blossom petals, a crimson scent. The sky is white, white is pure, it can be described as innocent. And this cherry blossom is clear, clear white, and there is a lot of pleasing spring color.
The leaves of the cherry blossoms are drop-shaped with tiny short hairs around the edges, and the rhizomes and leaves are faintly visible, which is the time when the green is shining. Red flowers also need green leaves, and that's true. Although it has always played a supporting role, it still brings a green to people. The thick trunk is brown and has a smooth surface that looks like a coat of wax.
The cherry blossoms float down slowly under the caress of the breeze, like pink elves spinning in the air, floating down the blue river and meadow.
Liu Chen is very happy with the spring flower season, beautiful and moving, soft and generous, touching people's heartstrings. Liu Yun followed him to his left and right, never leaving an inch.
He looked at the cherry blossom petals in his hand, which were delicate, but also fresh and refined, and had a fairy-like temperament. He burst into tears, a hot teardrop fell between the flowers, and he recalled the scene of the evergreen mountain, the Chang'an temple, and the long companion of the person.
I remembered that there was also a cherry blossom in that temple, which was his favorite and the favorite of the old monk. It was a good memory, his best memory, and the only way he could miss the old monk.
The old monk and the young man both sat under the blooming cherry blossom trees, the young man's hair had a faint sheen like black jade, and the skin on his neck was as delicate as fine porcelain. There was a breeze, and the petals fell lightly, crystal like snow, finely broken, as if hearing his voice, and the boy turned back slightly.
"Xiao Wuchen, you see that the cherry blossoms are as white as jade on the outside and delicate on the inside. The old monk sat down, but suddenly opened his eyes, and he said.
As soon as the breeze blew, the petals fell, and she was like a pink butterfly dancing and singing a beautiful and melodious song. The old monk kindly stretched out his hand and took the falling cherry blossoms.
Looking at the scattered cherry blossoms, the boy was very happy. He stood up and was under the cherry blossom tree, tossing back and forth, running, and cheering. He ran very mischievously, and accidentally touched the branches, and he could see the petals like snowflakes falling down, which made people's hearts ache. The ground seemed to be covered with a pale pink blanket, and the petals fell, swirled, and wandered in the sky, and finally they were still powerless to escape their fate and become dust.
Look at the fresh flower bone protrusions of the branches like a baby's red and pink little mouth, can you not get drunk! Look at the cherry blossoms that have just opened their petals and are as cute as a little girl's face, can you not get drunk! Look at the romance of the flowers that dance lightly on the branches, just like the sunshine of a young girl, can you not get drunk!
As a young man, he cheered and suddenly threw himself into the arms of the old monk, and shouted happily with his little face: "Master, master, so beautiful! Spring is coming, and the apprentice is a year older!"
"Okay, good, our little Wuchen has grown up a year older, I'll measure the ruler for you when I go back, how much taller you have grown!" The old monk shook his head and smiled, very kind and kind, held Xiao Wuchen in his arms, and gently helped the little Wuchen to remove a trace of dust and mud from the corner of his forehead, and said.
The official road, he stood quietly under the cherry blossom tree, the breeze was blowing, the falling cherry blossoms that blew down the ground, a petal, a piece, puffy, breathless, fluttering fragrance rippling with the wind, swaying with the heart, flying, full of cherry blossoms, sad, beautiful, fierce and sad.
The wind rises, the rolled cherry blossoms fly all over the sky, like a dream, falling beautifully, but so sad, poignant, heartbreaking beauty, falling flowers like tears, who are you grieving for?
"The cherry blossoms bloom like snow, so beautiful, but also sad, but I hope that it can not only represent feelings, but also represent a firm and resolute spirit, rendering more brilliant colors. Even though it will wither, it has bloomed before, and has been remembered and engraved by many people in the past. He lost his mind for a long time, wiped the hot tears from the corners of his eyes, and said.
Alas, the cherry blossoms creep in with April, but you drift away. The cold wind blew the familiar faces into a whirlpool ripple, and dispersed in all directions. The heart is also sprinkled with melancholy with the petals falling in the misty rain and fog.
"The cherry blossom symbolizes warmth, nobility and purity, and it is the first to bring the breath of spring to people after the harsh winter, but it passes away quietly, silently. The cherry blossoms bloom brilliantly, purely, and beautifully, and even if they die, they leave heroically. When the cherry blossoms fall, they do not pollute the soil, they are very crisp, neat, and decisive! ”
The white-clothed marquis walked over, dressed in a white robe, he stood beside him calmly and easily, he gently stretched out his hand, took the fluttering cherry blossom petals, comforted him, and said: "You have to give birth well, this is the holy monk's greatest wish, don't let the holy monk under the nine springs, cold heart." ”
gently patted Liu Chen's shoulder, but Liu Chen only felt that there was lead in his throat, and he couldn't get out, his mood was dull, and his body was heavy, which overwhelmed him.