"Done!"

Han Yi let out a sigh of relief, put the scissors on the stone table, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and thought to himself that after picking flowers for a long time, I almost forgot that I knew this art.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

Brother Xiong opened his mouth and looked at Han Yi with admiration and said, "Brother Han, you are so awesome."

Han Yi smiled and said with a slutty smile: "Please call me an artist."

But there was a small potted plant on a stone table. In the pot, there was a spiral rising flower ladder composed of five different colors such as roses, chrysanthemums, pomegranate flowers, and flower vines. It was colorful and ice-like, and the combination was very exquisite, but above the flower ladder was a platform made of weeds.

Others are stars urging on the moon, but he is flowers urging on the grass!

Yuan Mudan is a person who knows about flower arrangement. When she saw Han Yi's flower arrangement, she had exquisite construction and the color matching was very clever, which complemented each other. No flower was unique and complemented each other, making people feel that it was indispensable. She was also extremely imaginative and imaginative, so she couldn't help but feel very discouraged. Could this be the only thing he played with when he was a child?

She is a noble woman and was born in a garden family. She is actually not as good as a child from a farmer in terms of flower arrangement.

This made her feel very uncomfortable.

Little do they know that this is actually just an illusion. As a person among the thousands of people, Han Yi does not mean that he does not have artistic talent, but that he will not study a certain kind of art in depth. Unlike those real artists, they tinker with these all day long, which takes a long time. Han Yi only grasps the characteristics of a certain art or profession, or it can be said to be Shen Yun, and then learns the master's techniques and packages it slightly, which makes people feel very powerful at a glance.

In fact, everything made by Han Yi is nothing but a test that cannot withstand. If you take this potted plant to participate in the competition, it is absolutely impossible to win an award.

But then again, the art of flower arrangement in the Tang Dynasty was just popular in the palace. Many techniques have not yet appeared, including color matching and some clever ideas. Han Yi fooled Yuan Mudan, and there was absolutely no problem.

With the facts in front of him, Yuan Mudan could only bow down and admit defeat and said, "What's your name?"

Han Yi laughed: "This is a big deal. I call dead grass inserted on flowers."

Brother Xiong was immediately happy and said, "Brother Han. Your name is so interesting."

Yuan Mudan snorted: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"No, no, I don't want to say that I am an improvisation, so there is no name for it."

As he said that, Han Yi pondered for a moment and said, "If you really want to call it, it's called the Flower of Freedom."

"Flower of Freedom?"

Yuan Mudan said: "Why?"

"You can't even see that it's so simple?"

Han Yi satirized Yuan Mudan. Then he said: "Generally speaking, grass is used to set off the beauty of flowers. Although this is not stipulated by law, this view is already deeply rooted in people's minds and is better than that of the law. It means that everyone's thoughts have been confined here, and I, the flower of freedom, use flowers to set off the grass. This invisibly breaks this shackle. If you think the flowers are beautiful, I can also think the grass is beautiful, and each has its own opinions. This is freedom. Do you understand?"

The fat fat head held his head up. When he was thinking, he always looked like he was not understanding.

Ono nodded silently because he was also a liberal, so he understood it as soon as he heard it.

Andy Lau scratched his eyebrows, not caring much, and his thoughts did not reach this level.

Yuan Mudan's words were contradictory. Did she understand? Of course she understood, but the problem was that she had never had such understanding. She couldn't help but look at Han Yi and thought to herself that although this person likes to talk nonsense, some words are really worth reflecting on.

Han Yi smiled and said, "Miss Peony, you see that I have said so much and taught you so much. I have been fucked to death. Have you brought a glass of water to quench my thirst? If I live it coldly, no matter how good it is." He knew that these nobles were not short of ice cellars, especially the Yuan family, and there were countless ice cellars in their homes.

Yuan Mudan was stunned. She was a guest after passing by. If she didn't even have a cup of tea, it would be too rude. She said, "Wait a minute." As she said that, she called a maid and gave her a few instructions.

The maid responded and walked backwards.

Brother Xiong suddenly said, "Sister Peony, are those tangerine trees from your house?"

Yuan Mudan nodded and looked at Xiaopang with a little curious look.

Brother Xiong said again: "The tangerines that Brother Han gave us last time were picked from here?"

Yuan Mudan smiled and said, "If you want to eat, I can ask someone to pick some for you."

Brother Xiong scratched his head, and smiled with a gun, "I want to pick it myself."

Han Yi said haha: "Stop making trouble, can you climb that tree?"

"I can't climb up, Ono!"

Brother Xiong said with his head raised.

Yuan Mudan pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "You guys go, just be careful."

"Why!"

Brother Xiong said, "Brother Han, are you going?"

Han Yi shook his head and said, "I like to eat ready-made ones."

"Then we're going."

"Well. Remember what Madam Peony said just now."

"What do you mean?"

"Be careful."

Han Yi rolled his eyes and said.

"oh."

Brother Xiong, Ono, and Du Zuhua immediately ran to the Jushu Forest.

Han Yi crossed his legs and hummed a small song, looking like a man.

Yuan Mudan carefully observed the pot of Free Flower and was very focused.

The two seem to have no common language.

Han Yi hummed for a while, feeling a little bored, and asked casually: "Hey, when will your orchard be built?"

"Sixty years ago!"

Yuan Mudan looked at the potted plant and replied lightly.

Han Yi said again: "Is it early for your orchard or Wannian Palace?"

"at the same time."

"You Yuan family really knows how to do business!"

Han Yi nodded. The Yuan family's move was very obvious. It was obvious that she wanted to make money from the court. When she saw her looking at the potted plant, she sighed: "I said Peony Lady, art cannot be learned. In fact, it is not different from good or bad. Art is thought. It shows the things in your mind through the way you hope. This is art. Your thoughts are just a little bit, and it is impossible to learn from me, the flower of freedom. I advise you not to worry about it, but then again, when your thoughts reach my level, you don't have to learn, you can create it yourself."

"shameless!"

Yuan Mudan withdrew her gaze and glanced at Han Yi fiercely.

Han Yi was not upset at all and said, "Look, look, this is your narrow thought. Just a few words back and forth, shameless, vulgar, shameless, this is a kind of ideological confinement."

Swearing is also a confinement of thought? Yuan Mudan said angrily and hilariously: "Then I'm really curious. If it were you, what would you say?"

"If it were me, it would be very artistic. Listen."

Han Yi cleared his throat and said, "You have been short of breasts since you were young, but you lack love when you grew up. Grandma doesn't hurt, uncle doesn't love. You don't have to whip on your left face. Donkeys kick when they see donkeys, and pigs trampled when they see pigs. Born to be garlic, and you don't have to whip! You belong to walnuts for the rest of your life, and you don't have to whip! You say, grandpa, I will teach you how to practice swords. If you practice swords, you don't practice swords. If you don't practice swords, you practice silver swords! If you don't deserve it, you won't give you the sword god. If you don't have to be a sword god, you won't do it. You are silly and cry and shouting to be a sword man! Why bother?"

He finished speaking in one breath.

Yuan Mudan was stunned when she heard this.

Han Yi was very satisfied with Yuan Mudan's expression and smiled: "See or not, this is watering, oh no, this is art."

After a long time, Yuan Mudan took a breath of air conditioning and came to her senses. Then she laughed again, then hurriedly held back, glared at Han Yi, and said, "Nothing is true."

"It's coming again." Han Yi shook his head and sighed, "It's really a rotten wood that cannot be carved."

Yuan Mudan snorted softly: "I would rather be a rotten wood than a crooked beam."

Han Yi was stunned and said, "This is a bit artistic, it's a small improvement."

This thick-skinned person is like a wall of iron, and he really can't even cut in.

Yuan Mudan was completely speechless.

At this time, the maid also walked over with a plate and placed it on the stone table, but saw a large porcelain pot and a small porcelain bottle on it.

Yuan Mudan said: "There is no ice water, this is ice tangerine juice."

The living standards of ancient people were good. They all drank juice. I really underestimated the ancients. Han Yi had been in the Tang Dynasty for so long and had never drunk juice, let alone iced juice. Just as he was about to drink in a pot, Yuan Mudan suddenly said: "There is ice cane slurry here, put it in tangerine juice, so it should be better."

"clear!"

Han Yi put down the tangerine juice, poured the cane slurry in, and then took a sip. He felt that it was iced from his tongue to his stomach. It was so refreshing, but the sweetness seemed to be a little insufficient. He couldn't help but take the small bottle of cane slurry, smelled it, and then stuck out his tongue and licked it at the mouth of the bottle. Suddenly he thought of something, and showed a sneering smile on his face.

Yuan Mudan looked at him cautiously and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Han Yi said, "I want to cooperate with you to do a business."

Yuan Mudan said: "What business?"

"sugar."

Han Yi shook the small porcelain bottle in his hand.

Yuan Mudan frowned slightly and said, "What does it mean?"

Han Yi said: "It means that I have a set of sugar making technology, which I guarantee is not available in the world today, and the sugar produced is much better than the existing sugar."

"really?"

Yuan Mudan looked shocked.
To be continued...