Those ghost cultivators who were originally hiding in the dense forest to watch the excitement or were ready to wait for the opportunity to make a move, saw that Xu Bo, who was extraordinary in cultivation and was rampant and domineering on weekdays, was blasted to the ground by that seemingly harmless young man with thunder method, and they scattered in all directions in a burst of restlessness.

Madame Rose looked at Han Fengge, who was full of might, and said, "Little brother, you also saw what I am now. If I had come back alone, I would have been dragged to bed by that guy and stripped and washed, and I wouldn't have the ability to resist. Alas, let's go, those gutsless things, they don't dare to have any ideas when they die, surnamed Xu. ”

After a while, the two of them walked to a huge flower field on the mountainside of Devil's Crying Ridge.

Originally, in Han Fengge's opinion, the cave house cultivated by ghosts was either a barren mountain and a wild tomb or a gloomy ghost cave. Where did I think that the place where the Rose Lady lived was actually in the quiet courtyard in the middle of this large rose field. A bamboo hut in the courtyard is elegant and chic, and the courtyard is full of roses of various colors swaying in the bright moonlight, and even the fence wall of the small courtyard is also crawling with rose branches. At this time, it is the blooming period of roses, and the night breeze blows through the courtyard full of roses.

Han Fengge looked at the sea of roses in the courtyard and said dumbfounded: "I didn't expect that although Madame is a ghost cultivator, she has such a leisurely and elegant feeling, and such a sea of roses is planted on this ghost crying mountain." ”

Madame Rose followed the path through the flower field and gently bent down to pick a blooming pink rose and pinned it in her hair, turned back to Han Fengge and said, "My sister was born under the rose flower, died under the rose, and loved the rose all her life. So three hundred years ago, he died under the roses, and by mistake he walked on the path of ghost cultivation and found such a place as Ghost Crying Ridge where no one came to plant this flower field, and now he is leaving, and he is really reluctant to leave this garden. ”

Han Fengge looked at Mrs. Rose, who was crying, and comforted: "If my sister likes it, you can move this garden to that landscape painting scroll." ”

Madame Rose didn't answer him, but turned around and said quietly, "Little brother, would you like to hear my sister's story?"

Although she asked, she didn't stop, walked to the stone bench next to the flower garden in the courtyard and sat down, and the sad past of three hundred years told her eloquently: "Three hundred years ago, I was born in Jinzhou. Her mother loved roses, so her father planted a large field of roses in the yard for her. I was born prematurely in a field of roses by my mother, so I have been close to them since I was a child, and when I grew up, my lady also planted a large field of roses. I remember, I was sixteen years old, and it was such a time when roses were in full bloom. I was playing in the rose bush when I met a young and handsome young scholar. Since then, the scholar has often come to my house and taken the opportunity to get close to me. I didn't like him at first, I wasn't as good as those little Nizi, my crush had to be a hero of the world. It's just that I was annoyed by him later, so I told him that if I can be named on the gold list one day, I will marry him with that piece of rose. It's just that if there are no infatuated people in this world, then there will be fewer sad people. ”

Speaking of this, Madame Rose gently wiped the tears from her eyes and continued: "Sister, she has been beautiful like a flower since she was a child, and she has a pungent temperament. Originally, people said that a woman was born with a good skin because she was favored by God, but there is no absolute thing in the world, and sometimes it may be a misfortune for a woman to be handsome. In the spring of that year, I went out of the city with my boudoir friends to enjoy the flowers, but I didn't expect to be robbed and taken captive by the mountain bandits on the way back. Because I was born beautiful, I was humiliated and forcibly occupied by the mountain bandits, and later I was sold to the Qinglou in the capital to become an oiran. Three years later, I met him again in the capital, and at that time he was named on the gold list. When I saw him again, I reclined on the bar, drunk, and he rode a tall horse, clothed in brocade and red flowers. He recognized me at a glance when we saw each other, and I recognized him at a glance. ”

When she said this, she stopped choking up, Han Fengge saw that she stopped talking, knowing that the story must be extremely sad at this point, so she didn't ask, just took out two teacups from the full moon and put them on the table, and drew a scoop of water from the well next to her and poured them into the cup, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Madame Rose wiped her tears, picked up a teacup, took a sip and praised it: "Good tea, it's just little brother, are you saying that this is destined to be a tragedy?"

Han Fengge was stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered that maybe his teacup was very out of place at this time.

Seeing the embarrassment on his face, Madame Rose stopped teasing him and continued: "When we met that day, he turned over and dismounted and walked up to me and said to me that he had done what I said three years ago, and now it was my turn to fulfill my promise to marry him. Three hundred years later, I still vividly remember the clarity and eagerness in his eyes when he looked at me. He is still the boy with a clear heart, and I, but I have become a bitch who can sleep in a green building if people give money. I rejected him, how could I be worthy of him as a broken man? I told him that if he wanted my body, I could give it to him at any time, but it was impossible to marry me. That day, I sat in someone's arms, holding a wine glass, and watched him sadly go away. That day my heart died, but I was still alive, and I thought, ah, one day he wants to open up, he wants to sleep with me, I will stay with him for another night and die. ”

Speaking of this, Madame Rose raised the teacup in her hand as if she was drunk, laughing and crying: "Little brother, do you think I am a shameless fox?"

Han Fengge couldn't think of a word to comfort her in such a situation, so he had to sigh, and now he finally knew why she liked to talk nonsense all day long.

The crazy Madame Rose slanted her neck slightly, as her hair was half covered when she first saw her, but she didn't have the cold and gloomy coldness at that time: "Later, when he found out what happened to me, he invited soldiers to suppress bandits, and a scholar led troops to suppress bandits, and the results were obvious." He was defeated and died in the mountains, and I was among the roses when I learned of his death. Later, I came to this Devil's Cry Ridge and planted this flower field. ”

Lady Rose, who finally finished speaking, picked up the teacup again: "Little brother, do you think I deserve this 'cup' in my hand for this past?"

Han Fengge was silent after listening to Madame Rose's experience, sure enough, how good this world is, how bad it is, you are happy and happy at the same time, I don't know how many people in the world are heartbroken.

Seeing that Han Fengge was silent and did not speak, Madame Rose gently put down the teacup in her hand, got up and smiled at Han Fengge: "Little brother, how about my sister sing you a song?"

Without waiting for Han Fengge to speak, she slowly walked into the rose bush and danced.

Under the moon before the flowers, the beauty dances lightly and flies, which is beautiful!

During the dance, the red lips opened lightly, the smile was like a flower, and the tears rippled:

Who's a little girl

Linger in the drunken flower fields

Slim with no hands

Rose hairpins

Which boy

Secretly pick up beaded curtains

Dressed in white

Tumbling at the heartstrings

Three years apart

The woman's life is ill-fated and she lives in the dust

The young man traveled high and far, even the Golden Temple of Corden

See you again, tears ripple down

May the marriage be matched by the immortals

Together for the rest of your life

The sound of the piano is broken, and the voice of the people is far away

A good skin

I am willing to have fun with you

Originally, the two were happy and eager to fall in love

I don't know that the sky does not fulfill people's wishes, but it becomes a bad fate

I didn't care about it, so I went to Huangquan together

Alone for three hundred years, the sky is pitiful

I am willing to repair the next life and be a butterfly love with Junhua

In this life and the next life, the lonely soul is broken, and it is sad!

At the end of the song, the dance stopped, and Mrs. Rose stood among the flowers, folded her hands in front of her abdomen, and gave a gentle blessing: "Thank you little brother for listening to my nonsense these days, my sister will no longer bother you in the future, my sister has figured it out, if there is really reincarnation, maybe he will wait for me again, I want to see him." We'll see you soon. ”

A fresh breeze blew, and Lady Rose scattered with the wind, and the roses all over the courtyard withered. Han Fengge was shaking her head and sighing, but she saw that there was still a rose where she was standing before. Han Fengge stepped forward and transplanted the rose into the landscape painting scroll, maybe one day he met his sweetheart and could tell her this beautiful and sad story.