call…
After listening to Bukenata's words, I stood up angrily, looked at Bukenata coldly and said, "My fair lady, a gentleman wants to ask for more. Since Miss Stella is not married, and I am not married, naturally I can." Pursuit, you are so domineering and want to stop my pursuit, that is absolutely impossible, and you don’t have to threaten me. If you want to kill me, do it now!"
Looking at me who was furious, Bukenata was stunned for a moment. It was absolutely impossible for him to kill Lieyan so arrogantly in front of Stella, but if he didn't kill He, let him get close to Stella, that would worry him too much!
On the other side, Stella was absent-mindedly muttering what I just said, her eyes were shining with a strange light, and she was muttering: "My fair lady, a gentleman is so kind to me!"
After a long time, Stella raised her head in ecstasy and said in admiration: "Sir, every word is perfect. Stella has learned a lesson!"
Seeing Stella admiring Lie Yan so much, Bukenata was almost mad. He turned to Stella urgently and said: "Stela, you also know that there is a conflict between us. Is this Lie Yan not the same?" An Haoxin must be trying to steal my love to attack me, he doesn't really want to pursue you!"
Hahahahaha…
Without waiting for Stella to speak, I looked up to the sky and laughed. While Stella and Bukenata looked at me at the same time, I said disdainfully: "Bukenata, you think too highly of yourself. Although I, Li Yan, Mediocre, but not so despicable as to rely on deceiving emotions to defeat the enemy!"
Having said this, I turned to look at Stella and said sincerely: "Besides, with Miss Stella's appearance and intelligence, any man would admire her dearly. I, Lieyan, pursue her purely sincerely!"
After hearing my words, Stella was shaken all over. At the same time, Bukenata also showed a doubtful look. Taking this opportunity, I slowly raised my right hand and said seriously: "Here, the fierce flames are attacking the wound. The World God swears that Lie Yan sincerely admires Miss Stella, and if he has the slightest intention of taking the opportunity to take revenge, he is willing to accept the punishment of God!"
Seeing that I actually swore in the name of the God of Creation, Bukenata was speechless. He could swear whatever he wanted, but once he swore in the name of the God of Creation, it would definitely be true. Otherwise, sanctions would be imposed. Come immediately!
Stella glanced at me lightly, and then said calmly: "Thank you sir for your compliments, but... the relationship between my daughter and my husband is purely literary friends, and nothing else will be involved!"
Having said this, Stella turned to Bukenata and said calmly: "Stela is not a frivolous woman. She just admires Mr. Lieyan's literary talent. She has no other intention. If you harm him because of this, Stella will have no regrets about Chuangshi." God swears, Stella will never pay attention to you for the rest of her life. If you violate it, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"
Hearing Stella's decisive words, Bukenata gritted her teeth with hatred, but she couldn't get angry on the spot. She looked at me fiercely for countless times, but couldn't do anything to me. For a moment... the atmosphere in the room was depressing. To the extreme.
With a bitter smile, I stood up suddenly, raised my fist towards Stella and said, "Miss Stella, most people here don't welcome me. If I continue to stay, I will only make everyone unhappy, so... Lie Yan takes his leave. !”
After saying that, he ignored Stella's attempts to stay, walked out of the hut casually, and went home. Looking at this strange man, Stella couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
When other men see her, they always linger and try their best to stay a little longer. But this man is different. He comes when he wants, talks when he wants, and leaves when he wants. His unrestrained and unrestrained nature is eightfold different from the one in his mind. Nine points of similarity!
Thinking of him who might be rare to see again in her life, Sila suddenly became filled with sadness and lost interest. She broke up the party hastily and went back to the backyard to rest.
A few days passed peacefully, and I didn't even go to find Stella. I was busy looking for information from the second prince every day in preparation for my mission to the 12 countries.
Three nights later, when I got home, the housekeeper handed me an invitation. When I looked carefully, it was Stella who invited me to the poetry party!
I frowned. I didn’t want to provoke this poor woman again, but it was too rude to decide not to go. After much hesitation, I decided to go there again!
After packing up, I didn't put on the tuxedo anymore, but put on the black dragon armor, and rushed towards the rendezvous - Tinglan Poetry Pavilion in light armor.
Tinglan Poetry Pavilion is one of the most famous places in the City of Fragrance. It is difficult for people without any literary talent to enter. There are a large number of literati and poets coming and going here every day, and even officials with less weight can't even think of entering.
When I arrived at the entrance of Tinglan Poetry Pavilion, I was stopped. Obviously... the people who came here to participate in today's poetry meeting were all literati, and they were all dressed in Confucian attire. I'm afraid that I would be so armored. From the day Tinglan Poetry Pavilion was built, I was still the first person!
However, I didn’t come willingly. I gently took out the invitation that Stella gave me and handed it to the gatekeepers. After carefully reading my invitation, the two gatekeepers were shocked. , bowed and let me in.
There were so many people here today, more than 200 of them. They all looked elegant and elegant, and their class was obviously much higher than that day. When they saw me dressed in light armor, they couldn't help but cast a strange glance at me. .
I smiled slightly, didn't say much, and actually found a short table to sit down on. Since I had been busy all day, I hadn't eaten yet, so I picked up my chopsticks and wine glass and started eating and drinking happily.
After a long time, we had had enough wine and dinner, and we were energetic. At this moment, a person shouted, Princess Stella said, and suddenly... the crowd moved to both sides, and Princess Stella, under the service of the maid, walked on the lotus step. He walked in gently.
Accompanied by everyone's support, Stella walked to the main seat with a smile on her face. After being polite for a while, she sat down slightly.
Just when everyone was about to take the opportunity to express themselves, Sila suddenly raised her head, scanned the hall, and said softly: "I wonder if Mr. Lieyan has arrived?"
Hearing that the talented woman actually took the initiative to inquire about someone, everyone was stunned. At the same time, my scalp felt numb. I knew very well that tonight, I was in doom. Stella definitely didn't do this out of bad intentions. , but when she asked, I suddenly became the public enemy of all the men in the room. With a Bucanata, my fun tonight was even greater!
However, I naturally had to answer the talented woman's question, otherwise it would be extremely disrespectful. I stood up helplessly, clasped my fists at Stella from a distance and said, "Thank you, Miss Lao, for your concern. Lie Yan has already arrive!"
Seeing that I was wearing armor, Sila was stunned for a moment, then recognized me and waved happily: "Why is Mr. Lieyan so remote? You'd better sit on the side seat of Sila. Sila also So you can ask for advice at any time!”
With a bitter smile, I turned around and looked, indeed... My current position is in a dark corner, with almost no one around, so I can be said to be alone, but... Even so, I still can't agree to Stella's promise. Request, if I really go, then I will become the target of public criticism!
Thinking of this, I smiled slightly and said lightly: "Thank you Miss Stella for your kindness. Lie Yan is very comfortable here. That position should be reserved for someone with more talent, knowledge and prestige!"
Seeing that Stella cared so much about this person, everyone was in a very good mood, and most of the literati were very proud. But when they saw Stella actually inviting him to sit close to him, they couldn't hold back their breath.
But seeing that this man was fairly knowledgeable and knew that he shouldn't sit in that seat, everyone couldn't help but give Lie Yan a look of disdain, and thought to themselves: This kid is also quite knowledgeable, otherwise, he would have to be made look bad later. !
But Stella refused to let go of this opportunity. In the past three days, she had been very confident that Lie Yan would come to visit. After all... she had already sent out an invitation. If it had been for others, they would have visited her a long time ago. .
But what made Stella depressed was that after three days, this person didn't even show his face. Unable to bear it anymore, Stella had an idea and convened this poetry meeting and sent out invitations. To put it bluntly! Today's poetry meeting is actually held for him!
In fact, Stella didn't understand what was wrong with her heart. On the one hand, she still loved him deeply, but on the other hand, she liked Lie Yan's unrestrained and unrestrained style and his unparalleled literary talent. She really hoped that he could Spend time around him and listen to his soul-stirring words.
Finally, she finally met Lie Yan, but she never thought that this person would actually refuse to accept her invitation. She frowned slightly, and Sila pressed tightly and said, "Sir, do you want Sila to go and invite you in person? Or... Stella moves her seat?"
Hearing Stella's words, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I knew that this girl meant what she said. If she persisted and asked her to move over, it would be a big offense to the public. It would be better to go sit next to her. Just err on the side of caution.
Thinking of this, I stood up with a wry smile, hugged Sila and said, "Since the young lady is so respectful, Lie Yan has no choice but to be more respectful than Cong Ming!"
As I spoke, I took a step forward and sat down on the seat next to Stella. When I looked towards Stella, Stella was only one meter away from me and looking at me with a smile.
She was slightly startled, and just as she was about to avoid him, Sila opened her white teeth lightly and said crisply: "What are you busy with these days, sir?"
Smiling slightly, I was about to answer when a loud announcement came from the door. At the same time, Bukenata's voice rang: "Sister Stella, I'm late again!"
Hearing the sound, Stella and I looked towards the door at the same time. Kenata walked in from the door with a lot of flowers in her hands and a smile on her face.
Walking up to Stella, Bukenata said sincerely: "Sister Stella, these are the 99 love flowers I just picked from 99 cities. I hope you will always be as beautiful as these flowers!"
Stella happily took the large bouquet of flowers and said sweetly to Bukenata: "Thank you, Brother Bukenata!"
Then, Stella pointed to the position on the right and said to Bukenata: "You should take a rest. You must be very tired after running so much!"
Bukenata pretended to wipe his forehead, and laughed and said: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired... As long as you like Silkla, I can pick it for you every day!"
When he said this, Bukenata suddenly saw me, his face changed slightly, he looked at me disdainfully and said, "You came early, huh!"
With a cold snort, Bukenata said nothing. After smiling at Stella, Bukenata proudly went to the right seat and sat down.
Holding the flowers happily, Sila turned to me, displayed the flowers, and asked delicately: "Mr. Lieyan, do you think these flowers are beautiful?"
I secretly smiled bitterly in my heart, girl, why do you like flowers so much? It’s just a handful of grass, what’s so good about it
If this bouquet was given by someone else, I would definitely nod and praise the flowers for being beautiful, bright, pretty, and as beautiful as Stella. But since these flowers were given by Bukenata, I wouldn’t say that. .
Looking at Stella coldly, I said calmly: "Steela, do you really think these flowers are beautiful?"
Stella looked at me in astonishment and said puzzledly: "Yes! These flowers are very beautiful. Stella's favorite is this kind of love flower. How beautiful!"
At this time, Bukenata heard our conversation and said disdainfully: "Boy, I know you don't want Stella to like the things I gave you, but the facts are the facts. No one can say that these flowers are not beautiful!"
snort!
I snorted coldly, looked at the flowers in Stella's hand, and said solemnly: "Is it beautiful? I didn't see anything except a pile of corpses of flowers!"
Looking deeply at Stella, I said seriously: "In your hands, I only see desolation and tragedy, and I can't feel the beauty at all. Holding a pile of flower corpses in your hands, you can really feel the beauty." ?"
quiet! In the deathly silence, everyone was stunned when they heard my words. No one had ever said this before, but if you think about it carefully, what are these flowers that have lost their lives, if they are not flower corpses
Sir... I...
After hearing my words, Sila panicked, and when she looked at her hand again, the flowers that she thought were so beautiful before were now as red as blood, which actually frightened her.
Turning to look at Bukenata, I shook my head and said: "The love flower is beautiful, but the love flower is most beautiful only when it blooms naturally under the sunlight and the moisture of rain and dew. You gave a bunch of flower corpses to Stella Miss makes a gift, take a closer look, these flowers that have lost their vitality are just flower corpses that are about to decay, right?"
Snap!
After hearing my words, Sildela finally dropped the large bunch of flowers in her hand to the ground with a clatter. Suddenly... the petals scattered and the branches and leaves flew around.
Looking at the flowers falling all over the ground, I couldn't help but think of the passage "The Burial of Flowers" in Dream of Red Mansions. I was deeply touched for a moment. I slowly bent down and started to pick up the flowers one by one.
I muttered, full of feelings, and started chanting softly and lowly: The flowers on the pavilion are flying all over the sky, and who can pity the red silk fragrance? The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of sorrow and nowhere to complain; she hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain, and endures stepping on the fallen flowers to come and go.
Willow silk and elm pods are blooming all by themselves, regardless of peach blossoms and plum blossoms. If peaches and plums bloom again next year, who will be in my boudoir next year
In March, the fragrant nest is first built, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless! Although you can peck at the gray hair next year, you won’t be able to enjoy it even if you leave the nest empty!
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other; how long can the bright and fresh beauty last, and it is difficult to find it once it is wandering.
Flowers are easy to see when they bloom but hard to find when they fall. I worry about killing the flower buryer in front of the steps. I hoe the flowers alone and secretly shed my tears. I can see traces of blood on the empty branches.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door; the green lantern shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.
Strange things about Nong are doubly distressing, half pity for spring and half annoyance for spring; pity for spring comes and goes, anger and displeasure, and when it comes, there is nothing to say but not to hear.
Last night a tragic song was played outside the court, did you know it was the soul of flowers and birds? The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.
May I have wings this day and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. The end of the world! Where is the fragrant hill
It is not like a brocade bag to collect the beautiful bones, but a cup of pure soil to cover the wind; the essence comes and goes clean, which is better than the filth sinking into the ditch.
If you die now, you will be buried. Who knows when you will be buried? People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year
Just look at the flowers that are left in the spring and gradually fall, which is the time when the beauties die of old age; once the spring is gone, the beauties are old and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it!
Silently listening to my words, Silas couldn't help but be infatuated, tears streaming down her eyes, especially when I said: It's not like a bag of tricks collects beautiful bones, a cup of pure soil covers the wind; Go, it is better than sinking into filthy ditches.
If you die now, you will be buried. Who knows when you will be buried? People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year
Just look at the flowers that are left in the spring and gradually fall, which is the time when the beauties die of old age; once the spring is gone, the beauties are old and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it! At this time, he even choked up.
thump…
Stella knelt down in front of me sincerely and said sadly: "Mr. Lieyan, Silla made the wrong mistake. From now on... Stella will never pick flowers again. Please return these to me and let me have a good burial." they!"
Why…
With a slight sigh, I put all the flower branches and petals in my arms into the brocade handkerchief that Sila took out. Sila wrapped it respectfully and put it on the table apologetically, with sadness on her face.
After a long while, Stella turned around and said with the utmost respect: "But I don't know what the name of what you just did was called?"
I was stunned for a moment, and I said casually: "Since you want to bury flowers, then call it the song of burying flowers!"
Sila was stunned for a moment, and after murmuring the song twice, she said sincerely: "I wonder if Sir, could you copy this song and give it to Sila? Sila will treasure it forever!"
After listening to Stella's words, I didn't want to be too polite. This song was not made by me. It has a high artistic conception and can be treasured by anyone, so... I nodded silently and said: "Tomorrow Lieyan will send someone to copy it down. Just give the song "The Burial Flower Song" to the lady!"
After this incident, Stella was obviously not in high spirits. Although Bukenata kept making her laugh, the song "The Burial of Flowers" was still lingering in Stella's heart. Just kidding, this song "Ode to Bury Flowers" seems to be written about her, and she seems to be the person who buries flowers.