The black emperor is the only favorite, the killer's wife does not want to escape

Chapter 400 The Story of the Flower of the Other Side
It seems that as long as she goes out of this door, she will become a clown laughed at by the world.

During the day, she locked herself in the room, and dared not come out until the dead of night.

Because, only at night, no one will see her ugly and terrible scar, so that it will not scare others.

Walking by the river, under the moonlight, those red flowers by the river bloom very sadly.

It is very strange that this kind of flower has no leaves, bright red, not as commensurate with green leaves, and it always feels like something is missing when you look at it.

When you are tired from walking, stop, sit on the wooden bridge, listen to the most primitive melody of the river, and watch the shining stars in the night sky.

"Are you homesick?" Amu came from the bank, stopped beside her, and sat on the wooden bridge with her.

Home?She really wanted to, but unfortunately, she couldn't go back.

Xiao Mengyao remained silent.

"Since you're homesick, go back. I'll take you back after I help uncle collect the medicine."

Amu said that the simple and honest smile was full of sincerity.

"I can't go back. I'm like this now, and I'm afraid of seeing him." She said, smiling bitterly, and unconsciously touched the scar at the end of her eyes.

With such an obvious touch, it feels like a hideous and ugly centipede.

"How could it be, he is your family, he will not dislike you, you are a family." Amu really can't understand why she thinks that way?
Ordinary people like them don't put so much importance on appearance.

Besides, her scar is not ugly, maybe because she is so beautiful, the scar doesn't affect anything at all.

"No, he is too excellent and perfect. If I return to him like this, I will only discredit him and lower his status."

"Don't think that way, you are still beautiful, don't worry about it so much." Amu said.

Beauty, that is already in the past.

Xiao Mengyao didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, because it would hurt her heart.

"Do you know what kind of flower that is? It's strange, why doesn't it have leaves?" She pointed to the flower by the river and asked Amu.

"Of course I know." Amu got up, ran to the river, picked a red flower, ran back, gave it to her, and said, "It's called Bianhua, also called Manzhushahua. It has many beautiful legends, and we Bianhua is blooming everywhere in our village, because of the special temperature here, it blooms all year round, so our place is also called Biancun."

It turns out that the name of this village is because of it.

Moreover, it has many stories.

All of a sudden, Xiao Mengyao became interested in the story of Bianhuahua.

"I want to hear its story." She stared at the flower, attracted by its bright red color, as if it had some kind of magical power, but just thought it was a feeling of sympathy.

"There are many stories about it, which are very poignant. Let me tell you about the one that Xiaozhu often tells."

Amu sat upright, telling stories to Xiao Mengyao solemnly.

"Legends say that the Bianhua flower originally bloomed by the Wangchuan River, and its floral fragrance has a magical power, which can remind people of their previous lives.

And there are two fairies guarding the flowers on the other side, one is the flower demon, Manzhu, and the other is the leaf demon, Shahua.
The flowers and leaves of the other shore flowers have the same root, but they never meet.The flower demon and the leaf demon have guarded the Bianhua flower for thousands of years, but they have never met each other, because the flower blooms without leaves, while the leaves bloom and die. The flower demon and the leaf demon miss each other crazily and are tortured by pain. In July of a year, Manjushahua secretly violated God's rules and met.

In the end, it was known by the gods, and the gods blamed it, turned the manju into reincarnation, and was cursed forever, and suffered from life after life in the world, remembering each other, but never being able to see each other..."

After Amu finished telling the story, Xiao Mengyao was inexplicably moved.

Love each other and remember each other deeply, but don't see each other again, what a painful torment.

Raising his eyes, his pupils were moist, as if she and him could only love each other from now on and could not imagine seeing each other...

(End of this chapter)