"Young Master Chen may miss it if he comes one step later."

Han Shuye gently patted his hands, and then he turned around and greeted Jiang Zhong reluctantly. However, when he saw Jiang Zhong, he was stunned for a moment, stretched out his right index finger and quickly tapped it, saying, "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

At this point, Jiang Zhong had completely confirmed the identity of the man in white and said, "I seem to have met Senior Han somewhere."

Han Shuye smiled and said, "Maybe it's a magical friend", then reached out to ask Jiang Zhong to look at the flowers, and said with a smile: "Men all love beautiful women, but few people love this real flower. Isn't that a strange thing?" As he said that, he looked at Jiang Zhong and asked, "A hundred flowers are competing for beauty, which one Mr. Chen loves the most?"

This question really scared Jiang Zhong, because for him, the difference between flowers is only in shape and color, and he doesn't particularly like any one. Han Shuye is so crazy about flowers that he can't help but recommend himself and others, thinking that everyone in the world is like him, and there must be a flower he loves.

Jiang Zhong thought for a while and replied: "I have planted canna, spider plant, and cockscomb, which are all very ordinary flower species."

Han Shuye nodded, analyzed the three kinds of flowers, and asked again: "Where is the crabapple? Mr. Chen thought the crabapple flowers?"

Jiang Zhong faintly remembered which book he had seen the relevant introduction, but his impression was a little blurry. He carefully read the bright red begonia and said tentatively: "Spring is elegant and beautiful?"

"Um?"

"The spring begonia is elegant and refined, and the autumn begonia is delicate and charming. Compared with the two, each of them is better than the best."

“This review is accurate.”

"But the color of this begonia is incredibly bright, which reminds me of an allusion of begonia."

When Han Shuye heard this, his eyes shone and asked, "What is the allusion, Mr. Chen, come and listen."

Jiang Zhong said: "According to legend, there was no such flower as Begonia in the world. It was just because a woman was pregnant with someone. She cried all day long. Finally, she cried and cried. The blood dripped into the dust, and this flower grew. Therefore, this flower has the nickname "heartbroken flower".

When Han Shuye heard this, his face was dull and he said to himself: "What a 'heartbroken flower'."

Seeing this, Qingqin and Qinghe blamed Jiang Zhong in unison: "Please be careful of your words."

Jiang Zhong was stunned for a moment, not knowing what taboo this story was. Seeing the twin sisters looking so serious, he apologized with great since he came to Yihua Villa, but he didn't know the rules of Guizhuang. He made a mistake for a moment. Please forgive Senior Han and the two girls."

Uncle Han waved his hand and smiled, "Young Master Chen doesn't have to blame himself, they're making a big fuss."

Qingqin and Qinghe looked at Han Shuye together, with a hint of grievance on his face, and whispered "The owner of the manor". Han Shuye smiled and shook his head, saying, "You go and see if Miss Shangguan has come back. If she comes back, bring the flower shed immediately."

The two sisters withdrew in response. Before leaving, they did not forget to glar at Jiang Zhong to warn him, and Jiang Zhong smiled guiltily.

"These two girls have been spoiled by me, don't blame Mr. Chen." Uncle Han said with a smile.

"Where can be seen that they care about Senior Han very much, because I have no sense of speaking."

"It has nothing to do with Mr. Chen." Han Shuye sighed lightly, walked a few steps around Haitang, and continued to observe from a different angle.

Jiang Zhong was interested in asking about the matter of King Jiang’s palace, so he asked: “I wonder how the story of the heartbreaking flower… has violated the taboo of the two girls?”

Han Shuye whispered: "Young Master Chen's story accidentally happened to me. Qingqin and Qinghe thought you were intentionally provoking my thoughts, so he got angry."

"Ah, this..." Jiang Zhong bowed and said, "I'm really talking too much."

Han Shuye shook his head, looking sad, and his mind finally moved away from the crabapple flowers for a moment.

Jiang Zhong thought of the telegram and had another guess about the matter of King Jiang's palace, saying: "Senior, I must be unable to help, but I have any means to use it, so I can give instructions at any time."

But Han Shuye did not refuse, looked at Jiang Zhong with unknown meaning, suddenly chuckled, nodded, and said, "It is enough to have Mr. Chen's words."

Jiang Zhong was inconvenient to continue asking questions and said no. At this time, a young boy from the chief gang entered the flower shed and bowed to Han and Jiang first, saying, "Master, Mr. Wei, please go to Silianting with the guests."

Han Shuye said straight, "Okay, you go back to your husband first, and I and Mr. Chen will arrive later."

The little boy bowed out, and Han Shuye said to Jiang Zhong: "This old man Wei is Qingqin and Qinghe's grandfather. He has a strange temper and speaks the most directly. If you have any offending Mr. Chen later, please take care of him."

Jiang Zhong said: "It's okay."

As they said that, they also left the flower shed and walked towards the Silian Pavilion. After a while, a lotus pond appeared in front of them. Among the lotus leaves, red flowers stood proudly, and some strange-colored water birds were swimming back and forth in the water.

Jiang Zhong thought to himself: "Bar the lotus pond, Si Lianting Pavilion, must be the meaning of "lotus-dead silk connection"?" He asked Uncle Han, "Senior Han, did you choose the name of this "sil Lianting Pavilion"?"

Uncle Han nodded.

"It's true."

Uncle Han seemed unwilling to talk about similar topics and reached out and said, "Please please, Mr. Chen."

The two soon arrived in front of the red tiled pavilion. In the pavilion was an old man with gray cloth robe. He looked at the pond with serene satisfaction while stroking his beard. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the stone table next to the old man.

"Old Wei, why would you be willing to come out to see lotus today?" Han Shuye said, and went into the pavilion with Jiang Zhong. He saw the pen on the stone table and smiled: "Does Old Wei want to do 'lotus articles' today?"

Wei Chongshan looked back at the two of them, his eyes turned pale, and he said, "I heard that there are guests here today, and I have something to say."

Jiang Zhong looked at the old man, and the golden martial spirit in his body was silent. The other party should not understand martial arts, so he secretly moved the full moon's literary courage and was shocked to find that the old man had no fluctuations in his body.

In Yihua Villa, an old man with a civil and military understanding can invite the owner so casually? Is it because he is thinking complicated?

"Are you Chen Renzhong?"

Jiang Zhongzheng secretly thought about Wei Congshan's identity, but unexpectedly the other party had already asked him about it.

"It's the junior."

"Hmph, do you know your mistake?"

Uncle Han smiled bitterly and nodded to Jiang Zhong. Jiang Zhong asked in confusion: "I wonder what mistakes did you make?"

"I waste talent and abuse my talents, and I only focus on my love for my children, and I only care about my love, and I don't care about the articles of sages. I ruin the spiritual energy given by God like you, and I dare to ask me what mistakes you have made!"

Jiang Zhong then woke up and thought about it carefully. From the time he woke up in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, from "Quiet Night Thoughts" to "Magpie Bridge Fairy", he did not write a sage, nor even a passionate poem that expresses his ambitions and pride. Instead, "Peony Pavilion" was written early. In addition, the word "Magpie Bridge Fairy" did not properly shape his own image of "the love of children" and sensationalism?

Jiang Zhong clasped his fists and said, "I know my mistake in my younger generation."

Wei Chongshan said: "If you know your mistake, you must correct it!"

"The younger generation will change."

“When will it be changed?”

"Change and change it when you go back."

"Bah!" Wei Chongshan really spat at Jiang Zhong, and shouted with a harsh voice: "If you know your mistake, you should correct it on the spot. How can you turn around and change it? What kind of bastards are you talking about?"

Jiang Zhong nodded with a smile and said, "The old man is right, so I will change it on the spot."

"Okay." Wei Chongshan raised his hand and pointed at the lotus pond and said, "I don't make things difficult for you. I just wrote an essay on the spot with the lotus in this pond. If I still can't get rid of my children's bad habits, I won't even vomit you with a mouthful of water."

Jiang Zhong secretly sweated: "So is it still a kind of honor to be spitting? Old sir, aren't you from the Beggars' Sect?" He nodded immediately and said: "Please let me think about it."

Wei Chongshan said: "I will give you an hour."

Han Shuye came out to smooth things over and said, "Old Wei, I invite Mr. Chen to come today to enjoy the flowers. You suddenly took the school exam..."

Wei Chongshan waved his hand to stop Han Shuye and said, "Shuye, don't say much, I have a sense of responsibility. If you persuade him, I will disturb his ideas in vain. You must know that writing an article in one hour is not a surplus."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhong said, "Borrow the old man's pen and ink."

"Hmm? You already have it?" Wei Chongshan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Jiang Zhong walked to the stone table and said, "Rong Wansheng will give it a try."

Wei Chongshan looked confused and waved his hand and said, "The pen and ink book is for you, you can do it yourself."

Jiang Zhong said thanking him, and then picked up the pen and wrote. In just half a cup of tea, Jiang Zhong put the pen and said, "Old sir, hand in the paper."

"What?!" Wei Chongshan looked angry and grabbed Jiang Zhong's roll paper, saying, "I didn't ask you to write a poem to make excuses..."

Wei Chongshan suddenly stopped and stared at the roll of paper. Widths of jade-colored literary spirit rose from the roll of paper, slowly floating above the lotus pond, scattered into the lotus pond. The lotus in the pond came into contact with the literary spirit, and suddenly shone brightly and lingered around the body. The jade light on the lotus petals flowed, crystal clear, like ice sculptures and jade. The whole lotus pond seemed to be suddenly placed in the glazed world, with jade light everywhere and radiant!

When Han Shuye saw this, he was shocked and said repeatedly: "Lotus article! Lotus article! Lao Wei, show it to me!"

Wei Chongshan suddenly put the roll of paper into his arms, his voice trembling with excitement, and said, "Don't want to compete with me!"

"I won't rob, I'll just watch it once."

"I will recite it to you."

"Okay." Han Shuye compromised.

Wei Chongshan was still worried, and he was a step away from Han Shuye, shook his head and said, "The flowers of water, land, grass and trees are so cute. Tao Yuanming of Jin loves chrysanthemums only. From the ten countries, people in the world love peonies..."

Wei Chongshan smiled and commented: "These sentences are a problem-solving. They use Tao Qian's love chrysanthemums, but they are natural and wonderful!"

Han Shuye nodded and said, "Old Wei continue!"

"I love the lotus only when it comes out of the mud without being stained, and washes the clear water without being charming..." Wei Chongshan paused again, unable to suppress his excitement: "These two sentences are the essence of 'Wencan Lotus'! Haha, it's amazing!"

Han Shuye also understood it and showed joy on his face, and said, "It's really wonderful!" He turned his head to look at Jiang Zhong, who was full of Lianhuawen, and clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Chen is a talented man, Han admires it."

Jiang Zhong smiled and shook his head.

Wei Chongshan then finished reading "The Legend of Love for Lotus" in a while, but he was still intoxicated and could not extricate himself.

Uncle Han said at night: "Old Wei loved the lotus's loneliness the most in his life. Mr. Chen's article "Love Lotus" was written to him."

"Should you be very clear!" Wei Chong said well.

Han Shuye smiled and said, "Old Wei, you still have to rate Mr. Chen."

Wei Chongshan said, "Old Wei dared not and did not want to comment! Mr. Chen gave me this article, so don't forget to give me a generous gift for me." As he said that, he shook his sleeves and left with great strides, as if he was afraid that others would steal the article in his arms.

Jiang Zhongxin said: "This Yihua Villa is really interesting. The owner loves flowers and becomes crazy, and there is another old Wei who loves literature and becomes crazy."

Han Shuye clasped his fists and said, "Young Master Chen followed me to come back to the house to have a cup of tea. Han asked for advice if you have something to do."

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Chapter completed!