This time the "Jade Spring Snow" was so explosive that people four feet away could not see clearly, and only the sound of sneezing could be heard in the trance.
The old pear blossom seemed eager to shake off all the flowers.
Only a dozen breaths later, the ground, grass, and treetops were all covered with a thick layer of pear blossoms, as thick as a finger. The officials and palace people didn't even have time to dust off the pear snow and fragrant powder on their heads.
Looking from a distance, Yuquan Palace is covered in silver and looks like a pure world.
He Lingchuan asked Yu Wenyong: "Is it like this every year?"
It’s a bit unbelievable. The last time the flowers fell in such a large amount was the King of Treasure Trees.
Yu Wenyong nodded: "But it's not as spectacular as this year."
Could it be that the old tree has a spirit and has accumulated enough flower bones to burst into bloom today?
The fragrant snow was still falling in abundance, and the five or six-year-old child of Prince Qing's Mansion hid in the nurse's arms, pointing at the big tree and making a sweet sound: "It has dropped a lot of leaves, let's go pick them up!"
As the pear blossoms fall, the leaves also turn yellow visibly to the naked eye, and then rustle down.
After Li Xue, Ye Yu comes next.
Another gust of wind blew by, yellow leaves filled the sky, and Yuquan Palace entered autumn in a second.
The people in the palace were all stunned. King Yao suddenly stood up and his face changed drastically:
"How is this going!"
Just a moment ago, the flowers were blooming, fragrant and snowy, but in a blink of an eye, the flowers and leaves fell off, leaving only the bare branches!
This scene happened to happen on King Yao’s fifty-nineth birthday.
He was so angry that he slammed the table repeatedly: "What's going on? Where is Yuquan Prison!"
There is a special person here who is responsible for the maintenance of Yuquan Palace. The most important thing is to take care of the old pear flower, called Yuquan Prison. He got out of the corner and knelt in front of King Yao, his body like a sieve of chaff: "Go back to your Majesty, the pear tree is still there this morning."
It's fine, there's nothing wrong with it! It was fine yesterday and before."
He didn't raise his head and didn't see the murderous look in King Yao's eyes: "What do you mean, if I hold a birthday ceremony, it will get worse?"
"No, no, no, no..." Supervisor Yuquan was so frightened that his tongue was tied.
King Yao pointed at him and shouted: "Drag him down and beat him to death with sticks!"
All the officials were as silent as cicadas, and the atmosphere was as frozen as ice. Only the cold spring was still curling up with white smoke, adding more chill to the place.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but since the pear trees have lost all their leaves, Yuquan Palace seems to have gotten colder. In mid-June, the heat outside was scorching, but white frost had quietly condensed on the jade railings beside the spring.
King Yao stroked the pear tree and said to himself: "It's a pity that Qi Qing is not here."
Qi Yunsheng was killed, otherwise he might be able to see the reason because of his rich experience and knowledge.
King Yao thought for a while, turned around and nodded another person's name: "Lao Youguang!"
He Lingchuan knew that this man was in charge of Jinyuan, the palace treasure house of Yao Kingdom, and specialized in studying various heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and rare objects.
Lao Youguang came out after hearing the sound. He looked to be in his early forties, with average height and appearance, and deep wrinkles on his forehead.
After he saluted King Yao, he walked to the old pear tree and stretched out his hand to break off a branch.
It clicked and was very crisp.
King Yao frowned, and the people in Yuquan Palace also found it incredible. The branches of old pear flowers are usually harder than iron. Not to mention breaking them off with bare hands, they couldn't even be cut with ordinary swords.
How can it be so easy?
Lao Youguang observed the broken surface of the branch and broke it in half again.
The voice was dry.
Lao Youguang chose another branch, facing south, which was stronger and had a few leaves still hanging on it: "My king, please forgive me, please cut it down."
King Yao grunted, and a guard came forward and chopped off the branch with a knife.
Before the branch fell into Lao Youguang's hands, the few remaining curled yellow leaves on it fell off.
He looked at it carefully for a while, dropped some liquid into the branches, poured some green smoke, and then took samples from the bark and roots, and then called four or five people to discuss the business together.
During this period, Yuquan Palace was as quiet as a cemetery, King Yao had a cold face, and the palace people did not even dare to breathe.
After a while, everyone finished their discussion, and Lao Youguang said to King Yao:
"Your Majesty, the vitality of the pear tree is rapidly draining, just like a person's meridians are drying up."
King Yao’s eyebrows almost had vertical lines forming: “What’s the reason? You were fine just now!”
"The interior of the pear tree cannot transport water, but the part below the trunk's epidermis is still a little fresh and moist, indicating that it has rapidly lost vitality in a short period of time." Lao Youguang hesitated, "I am not the arborist of Yuquan Palace. I don't care about this tree."
I don’t know enough about the pear tree, so I can only make a rough judgment. It may be aging rapidly in less than a month.”
"Growing old?" King Yao said, "It is less than sixty years old!"
Judging from the age of a tree, it is not even in its prime. What's more, the old pear blossom has long since become a spirit, and its lifespan would have been longer.
"There is another possibility, that is..." Lao Youguang was observing his face.
King Yao almost roared: "What is it? Say it quickly!"
Lao Youguang spoke quickly: "It cannot be ruled out that the vitality of the old tree was quickly extracted in a short period of time, which led to the current situation."
Quick extraction? King Yao’s face is green with red, someone wants to kill this tree?
"How to treat it?"
King Yao simply did not accept the death of this tree.
"Thanks to the cold spring, otherwise its life would have passed faster. It's a pity that the Qi family's mutton-fat cold jade bottle is not there, otherwise the moderate cold could prevent the pear tree from aging." Lao Youguang thought for a while, "I can use Yuquan ointment to add it
Add white peony dew into the heart of the tree to try to slow down its deterioration."
"Then what are you waiting for? Go quickly!"
Lao Youguang left the scene in a hurry to prepare the medicine.
He Lingchuan nodded secretly. Lao Youguang's method was methodical and orderly, which can be called a textbook method of extinguishing fire - extinguishing the king's anger.
The old tree passed away suddenly, and King Yao was furious and would not accept any bad news at this time.
If he just said "can't be saved" at this time, King Yao might chop off his head in anger. The lesson learned from this is the unlucky Yuquan prison just now.
To put it bluntly, Lao Youguang's method of coping was nothing more than "drag".
If it drags on for a day, until King Yao calms down, until he finally has to accept the facts, Lao Youguang and his men will be safe.
He Lingchuan has also heard of "Yuquan Ointment". The royal medicine in this ointment recipe is Emperor Liujiang!
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And if you want to treat such a large pear tree, the dosage must not be small.
King Yao valued it more than he loved a tree.
He Lingchuan remembered that the previous time he entered the imperial study, King Yao once said that this tree was planted by the previous monarch himself, saying that it could protect future generations.
Now that bad news suddenly spread about this tree, it was still at the birthday ceremony of King Yao and in front of all the officials. Could it be that--
He Lingchuan guessed that these four words were swirling in the minds of everyone present:
A bad omen!
King Yao turned around, and the old palace man automatically came closer.
"Who are the people who have entered Yuquan Palace in the past month?" King Yao said coldly: "Check! Don't omit anyone!"
Lao Youguang said that the changes in the pear trees may have occurred within the past month.
Then anyone who enters Yuquan Palace within this month will be suspected of harming the tree!
King Yao glanced at the ministers, as if he was looking at everyone carefully. No one knew what he was thinking, and they were all uneasy.
At the end of the line, the king said: "This is the end of the birthday ceremony. I am very happy that you have come to celebrate my birthday. Now... please step aside."
No matter how dull you are, you can still hear his extreme suppression and restraint.
The foreign envoys and ministers were relieved, but they did not dare to show it. They just bowed and bowed respectfully.
After Lao Lishu's accident, even Luodian Zuo Zong Changquruhai, who had always behaved generously, remained silent.
He is not stupid, it is best to remain silent at this time.
Everyone wanted to grease their feet, but they also wanted to leave Yuyin Palace calmly and orderly.
He Lingchuan looked back before leaving and saw King Yao standing under the tree. His slightly stooped figure was surprisingly in harmony with the bare old tree. It was obviously his birthday, and there were flowers and yellow leaves paving the ground. It was so beautiful. He Lingchuan
But I felt the twilight and loneliness from him.
Like a wounded old wolf.
The decay of the old pear tree gave him a blow.
His eyes became sinister and cruel.
…
It wasn't until they walked out of the palace that everyone heaved a sigh of relief, as if an oppressive dark cloud above their heads had temporarily dispersed.
In the palace, no one dared to discuss this matter for fear of being picked on.
It wasn't until she got into the carriage that Fan Shuang slumped down on the seat. She was already very tired after standing for two hours, so she had to walk on thin ice just now, fearing that the wrath of thunder would be swept over her head.
He took two large sips of warm water and then murmured: "Then what happened? Did someone do something to the old tree?"
He Lingchuan remained silent.
This question was asked to him by the soul-capturing mirror before he even walked out of the palace.
He didn't have an answer either.
But he inexplicably remembered that a few days before Yuquan Palace, the old pear tree gave him a piece of pink flowers with gold borders.
Whether it's the Wenwen tree or the old pear tree, they all seem to like giving him flowers and leaves.
But strictly speaking, that pink flower was given to the divine bone necklace, right?
He Lingchuan still remembered the helplessness and unwillingness he felt when he passed under the tree.
Why is it unwilling to give in? King Yao takes great care of it and even assigns special guards and tree doctors to it. Why is it dissatisfied?
He also has a weird idea.
Could it be that the sudden withering of the old tree was related to the pink flowers given to him?
But that was a few days ago. Speaking of which, the old tree was harmed by someone is a more reasonable explanation, right?
Fan Shuang was also asking him: "Brother He, do you think it could be...?"
He pointed eastward.
Youhu Xiaozhu is located in the eastern suburbs of the city.
He Lingchuan glanced at him: "Who are you talking about?"
"Could it be Qing..."
He Lingchuan immediately shushed him: "Don't make assumptions, be careful of misfortunes coming from your mouth."
These two sentences were so eerie that Fan Shuang shuddered.
"Tianshui City is going to be in turmoil next. Brother Fan is wise to protect himself and remember to be careful in his words and deeds." There are some things that others can say, high officials and dignitaries can say, but Fan Shuang cannot.
His little foundation and little body and bones cannot withstand a stormy sea.
Fan Shuang scratched his head repeatedly: "I understand, I understand!"