Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 151 Extra Story: The Spring Breeze Is Not Known
In the third year of Yongye, the tree goddess in the Golden Rose Garden was tall and green, silently looking at the glorious palace in the distance.

Only the anxious voices of the palace people came and went: "Your Majesty Khan, Your Majesty Khan."

A handsome young man with fiery red hair drilled out of the huge canopy of the Tree Goddess, vigilantly poked his head out, and then shrank back.

In the canopy of the tree, he put his face against the tree trunk, his red pupils looked straight ahead without focus and muttered: "What should I do, I can't remember things day by day, now I can't remember anything except you Yes, he... always wants me to sleep, what should I do?

"Mu girl, you told me that if you change your appearance due to time and distance, or even lose your memory, as long as two people who love each other can still recognize each other and find each other's lost heart." His voice Full of panic, "But I'm still scared. They all want me to forget you, even him... I don't believe you are really dead, I don't believe it. Goddess Tree, please bless me to find Mu girl again, if I really can’t remember, please let this piece of Zishang evoke my memory, even if I really lose my skills, even if I die... I will not forget Mu girl."

He raised his head and squinted his wine pupils to look endlessly at the dazzling sunlight for a while, at the moment when red tears flowed out of the red pupils, he secretly made a decision in his heart.

He took out a golden nanmu box from his bosom, opened the wooden box, and there was a purple gem lying quietly inside, and endless painful and terrible memories immediately rushed into his mind.He clenched his teeth and held the piece of Zishang tightly, so tightly that his joints gradually turned white, his whole body trembled violently, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.Enduring the tumbling pain in his heart, he took out a silver medal chain, used his internal energy to insert the purple gemstone into the silver medal of the pendant, and then quickly put it back into the wooden box.

He vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood, gasped for breath and calmed down, exercised his skills and adjusted his breath for a long time, hid the wooden box on the branch, and dug some marks of the wind angel up and down in the tree mother, and then painted it with soil Disguise it carefully for future use in finding the wooden box.

When everything was finished, he laughed with tears in his voice, "Mu girl, none of them knew the silver chain I gave you, but I actually bought two silver chains. I know that Loulan old man lied to me. Yes, I have bad eyesight, but I can figure out that this is not a rare magic weapon. Indeed, indeed, this has also deceived the empress and the others. They thought I was really a fool, and none of them took it seriously "He was meditating with red teardrops on his face, and smiled softly, "You won't take it away from me, and this piece of Zishang...Silly girl, only you can take this away from me. Wearing a chain like a baby, I don’t know if the three cripples have noticed..."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," a young boy with blond hair and blue eyes ran from a distance, out of breath, and shouted at the Tree Mother Goddess, "Guerren Yehu came here in person, I... my subordinates stopped her." Can't stop, you, you come down quickly!"

The red-haired boy put away his grief, wiped his face indiscriminately, wiped away the blood, and adjusted his breath, thinking that he had to go back to Wuyou City to practice for a while before he could get rid of what he lost due to contact with Zishang. Make up for it.

When he performed lightness kung fu and jumped down, he had recovered his nobility and indifference. He stared at the panting blond boy and said coldly: "What are you panicking, come here when you come."

The breeze blew by, and the two gradually disappeared into a piece of green.

The drooping canopy of the Tree Goddess silently looks at the distant figure, and the breeze plays with the full green leaves. Under the bright afternoon sun in the Western Regions, there is a slight golden light, and the rustling sound is like a sigh like a dream. There are no cherry blossoms like snow in the fiery spring.

(End of this chapter)