Chapter Nine, Mr. Chrysanthemum (Part One)

It is surprising that someone does not know the name of Mr. Chrysanthemum. That person paused for a moment and then continued walking forward: "Qiu Bailu"

Red Tears? Yang Nianqing suddenly felt the sky above her darken, and the wind seemed to grow colder, causing her to shiver involuntarily: "You... have you seen it?"

"There is no need to thank me, thank yourself," the person said, "you did not step over."

He chose a name for himself, testing whether others would recognize it. Yang Nianqing found this person to be eccentric and was at a loss for words, so she simply shifted her gaze to the patch of tear chrysanthemums

He Bi and Nan Gong Xue," Qiu Bai Lu interjected, "You made a bet with Li You.

Yang Nianqing was speechless

That person said: "I will take you out"

Yang Nianqing pondered, "That little bit of red, calling it 'tear chrysanthemum' seems somewhat inappropriate..."

Yang Nianqing expressed her gratitude and thanks

Yang Nianqing chuckled, thinking that although his analysis was not very polite, it was indeed spot on. She deliberately said, "If it were not just the few of us, perhaps I would..."

It is rare for Mr. Chrysanthemum, who is usually calm, to become this angry, causing Yang Nianqing to stifle her laughter to the point of stomach cramps

The person's voice turned cold: "The owner over there does not like anyone to go."

"Bet?" That person glanced at her, "Without a guide, you will starve to death and still be unable to find your way out"

Why are the people here so intelligent? Or is it that only the intelligent ones have encountered each other?

This chrysanthemum grows in a very unique manner, with a flower diameter of approximately 2 centimeters, quite large and beautiful. The originally white petals are adorned with speckles of deep red, resembling raindrops splattered upon them.

Only they dare to break in, Qiu Bailu continued walking, Moreover, the bloodshed at Nangong Bieyuan is known to all, If He Bi were to intervene, he would certainly involve Li You as well

Yang Nianqing was surprised, and then suddenly realized: "Have you already met them?"

Yang Nianqing called out to him: "I am not going out; I want to go to that bamboo forest."

"Do you not know that he is very lazy?" Qiu Bailu was even more furious, "It was precisely he who gave He Bi the idea to have me look at the dead bodies. Whenever there is a case, He Bi brings the dead bodies along."

Elderly person

The tearful tears, the tear chrysanthemum, a name I have given it

I have just returned

Yang Nianqing composed herself and smiled, saying, "I made a bet with someone to walk out of this formation, but I ended up losing."

The art of Qimen is indeed profound and extensive, Yang Nianqing sat down on a small patch of ground beside her, forced a bitter smile, and thought to herself that she would once again be ridiculed by Li You.

The person did not notice anything amiss: "Do you think this name is not good?"

Then you ... ...

He Bi cannot explain it clearly even in the span of an hour

Yang Nianqing realized that he was speaking to her, and quickly shook her head, saying: "I don't know him, I don't understand flowers"

Yang Nianqing knew that he was speaking the truth, yet she was not particularly worried, for she understood that Li You did not intend to harm anyone, but was merely trying to play a trick on her. Moreover, she had fallen for it out of curiosity in the first place

"So it turns out to be Brother Qiu," Yang Nianqing smiled and said, "My surname is Yang, actually I am with ... ..."

Qiu Bailu said: "He Bi will not pay attention to you, Nangong Xue is not that boring, only Li You will bet with you"

Yang Nianqing suppressed a laugh: "Next time, you can just ask them to tell you about the manner of those people's deaths."

She probed: "Since big brother dares to come in, he must know the way, right?"

You may step over it

It was likely due to exhaustion that she began to experience hallucinations; Yang Nianqing felt as if all the flowers were rushing towards her. In an instant, she was surrounded by flowers on all sides, unable to discern the path. She quickly closed her eyes and took a moment to calm herself before reopening them, continuing to push through the flower branches as she made her way towards the bamboo forest

The person did not answer: "How did you manage to break into this formation?"

That person surprisingly did not ask anything further, nor did he get angry, silently leading the way in front, while Yang Nianqing followed behind in a dejected manner. She had originally guessed that he was related to the master, but she did not expect him to be the real one. Indeed, one cannot take television dramas seriously; the divine doctor may not necessarily be an old man.

Why not go over? The voice sounded again

This face is very youthful, comparable to He Bi and others, yet its appearance is quite ordinary, neither ugly nor beautiful, with no distinctive features in the nose, eyebrows, or mouth, making it utterly unremarkable in a crowd

It is Mr. Chrysanthemum

"Can you recognize them?" The man turned sideways to look at the strange chrysanthemums, as if speaking to himself

"Dead people do not gamble," Qiu Bai's expression was somewhat grim, "They often come to me when they want to see the dead."

To alleviate the awkward atmosphere, she politely asked, "What is your esteemed surname, Brother Chrysanthemum?"

I am Mr. Chrysanthemum

It is uncertain how long it will take for these flowers to grow to this state, and the variety is quite rare, so it would be a pity to trample them.

Understanding He Bina's taciturn nature, Yang Nianqing expressed her agreement: "Isn't there still Li You? His eloquence... is quite good"

Perhaps it is precisely because he is overly ordinary that Yang Nianqing feels a strong sense of familiarity when she looks at him, thinking that it is impossible for her to know him, likely due to his excessively commonplace appearance

"Step over, I fear I may not discover you either." He said as he walked forward

Tears

What will happen if I step on it

"In times of emotion, flowers shed tears, and tears can also be red; it is just that you have never seen them."

The voice belongs to a man, and he is certainly not very old, probably not yet thirty. Moreover, he has an aloof demeanor, as this voice, while not as cold as He Bi's, sounds very subdued, calm, indifferent, and even carries a hint of weariness.

After admiring the scenery for most of the day, Yang Nianqing looked at the bamboo forest that was so close at hand and suddenly felt a sense of helplessness. She patted her sore legs; she had only lagged behind the carriage a little, yet the path had inexplicably vanished.

Indeed, about fifty meters from the bamboo grove, a small patch of particularly lush chrysanthemums obstructed her path again

The surroundings fell silent once again. Just as Yang Nianqing thought he had left, a flash of yellow caught her eye, seemingly accompanied by a unique fragrance. At first whiff, it resembled the scent of chrysanthemums, but upon closer reflection, it seemed to be something else.

On his ordinary face hung a faint expression, and he appeared to be exceptionally detached and at ease. Only his pair of pitch-black eyes, with an extraordinarily sharp gaze, subtly revealed a hint of aloofness.

Knowing that it is a rare variety, Yang Nianqing was both amazed and troubled. These flowers were all waist-high, extremely dense, and even intertwined with each other, making it impossible to separate them with her hands, let alone pass through!

I know, it's just that several of my friends are already there," Yang Nianqing said with a smile, "They know Mr. Chrysanthemum, so just take me there. I believe he won't hold it against you.

Just as she was at a loss, a voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Why not go over?"

The sky was overcast, with not a trace of sunlight, yet it was not oppressive. As I continued forward, the flowers and leaves grew increasingly lush, and by the time I reached a certain point, the chrysanthemums beside me had risen to waist height. Surrounded by a sea of chrysanthemums, the waves of flowers surged, and the fragrance in the air became more intense. As I brushed through the branches and leaves, the wind stirred, and the sound of rustling seemed to render the surroundings utterly silent. Everything was simply breathtakingly beautiful

It is called tears

Yang Nianqing looked up and stood up, and only then did she see his face

I do want to, but there is no way." Yang Nianqing did not look back