Surrounded by flourishing flowers, a huge white marble table was full of delicacies from the mountains and seas at the moment, which made me feel like I had seen the whole banquet of the Manchurian and Han people.

The five of them sat down, my left hand side is Moling Frost, on my right hand side is Su Enamel, opposite is the North Snow Night, and diagonally opposite is the Bodhisattva.

This way of sitting is so embarrassing, I don't mind Mo Lingshuang sitting next to me, but Su enamel ...... I sighed inwardly.

"Little aunt, can you show me the hosta you sent on it?"

"Hosta?"

When I came out this morning, I didn't bring any jewelry, and where did I get the hosta on my head? I looked at Beixue Yeqi in amazement, thinking that he was going to play tricks on me again.

"The hosta on Shang'er's head is really different, I saw it as soon as you entered the hall just now."

Su Enamel said as she motioned for me to lower my head, then reached out and took a white jade hairpin from my hair, and held it in my hand to study it carefully.

Where did this hosta come from, I was confused and a little dazed.

"When did you wear the hairpin? Doesn't seem to have it before going to the backyard. ”

Bodhisattva Ming was also a little puzzled, his words meant that before I went to the backyard to soak in the hot spring, could it be?

The thought of the bastard who held me under me and took away my first kiss made my face hot in anger.

I rolled my eyes and passed out and woke up on the edge of the hot spring, but this time I was not covered with a bright red cloak, but I was dressed neatly up, and even my long hair was combed and pulled behind me.

And this time the surroundings were really empty, no matter how I splashed and rolled, I greeted his ancestors for eighteen generations, and that person did not appear again.

Thinking about it, I really lost a lot today, not to mention the first kiss, even the whole body was looked at and touched, but fortunately, that person didn't have the ferocity to kill me on the spot, otherwise I wouldn't be able to raise my head in my life.

This white hosta is supposed to be the one that the man used to pull my hair for me after I fainted.

"Shang'er, what kind of flower is carved on the hosta, why have I never seen it?"

Su Enamel frowned and stared at the white jade hairpin, and handed the hairpin to me with some puzzlement, I just wanted to reach out to pick it up, but I was snatched by a big hand stretched out from the oblique thorn, I glanced at the Beixue night with dissatisfaction, and he lowered his head casually and looked at the hairpin carefully.

"Huh? It's strange, this king has never seen this kind of flower, it's so beautiful, this layer of flowers should be very beautiful on the branches! Beixue Yeqi admired and handed the hairpin to Mo Lingshuang who was sitting next to me, "Brother Mo, do you have this kind of flower in Nanchen Kingdom?" ”

Brother Mo? I glanced at Beixue Yeqi a little speechlessly, I was called a brother so quickly, and I didn't care if people wanted it or not.

Mo Lingshuang obviously didn't care, of course, it was also possible that his mind was not on the issue of salutation at all, at this moment he was staring at the white jade bracelet in his hand with all his attention, carefully looking at the intricate flowers carved on it, with a serious face, after a while, his face changed suddenly, and he stared at the hosta in his hand in shock and exhaled in a low voice.

"It seems to be carved with cherry blossoms, which I have seen in ancient testaments."

"Well, it's cherry blossoms, and it's Yaezakura. But......" I looked sideways at the shock on his face, who was not easily moved by anything, and said puzzledly, "Aren't cherry blossoms a very common flower?" ”

"Where have you seen cherry blossoms?" Mo Lingshuang looked at me with a solemn face, "This kind of early flowering has been peerless for hundreds of years. ”

"Uh......" looked at the few people who were staring at me closely, carefully considered the possibility of being regarded as a ghost, and decided not to tell the truth, "I've seen it in my dreams a few times. ”

All right! This reason is a bit lame.

"Sure enough......" Molingshuang looked at me thoughtfully and continued, "Do you know where this cherry blossom first appeared?" ”

"Where?" Everyone stared at Moling Frost with a curious expression.

"It was on an ancient battlefield where rivers of blood flowed. It is said that the more corpses are buried under this tree, the more brilliant its flowers will be, and the more corpses there are, the more dense the trees will be, and the more brilliant the flowers will be. Hundreds of years ago, before the situation of the Three Kingdoms was formed, there were nine small countries of equal strength in the world, and the nine countries often fought endlessly for territory, until they encroached on each other and grew into the current situation of the three kingdoms of Beiyang, Nanchen and Xiliao. However, at that time, the struggle between small countries was the most tragic time, which can be described as a field of mourning, and the blood flowed like a river, that is, at that time, this kind of cherry blossoms bloomed overnight on the battlefield, and a girl in scarlet clothes appeared in it, and the girl was amazingly talented, peerless, and finally led the battle at that time into the current situation of the Three Kingdoms. ”

"I have also heard this legend from Master, but whether the girl appeared from the flower, Master can't tell, only that there was indeed a girl who had a decisive impact on the battle when the Nine Kingdoms were fighting, but that is all in the past, and no one can say it now." Bodhisattva Ming took Moling Shuang's words with a faint face, affirming the authenticity of the legend.

"So there's a story like that! Ah, by the way, I have a romantic legend about cherry blossoms here, do you want to hear it? ”

I remembered the sad legend I had seen in the book in my previous life, and when I looked around, I saw that everyone was looking at me with great interest, and I hurriedly cleared my throat and told the story in a somewhat low and gentle voice that made me cry in the quilt.

"Legend has it that the cherry blossoms of a long, long time ago were actually white, as pure as snow. Later, a girl fell in love with a boy, but the boy was drafted into the army and was about to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy to defend the country. So the girl waited for her boy under the tree every day, but the boy never appeared...... The girl cried and cried and cried and cried until she shed bloody tears. Blood-red tears flowed until the girl ran out of oil. On her deathbed, the girl made a wish to the cherry blossom tree: she hoped to wait until the boy returned. Then the moment the girl died, she turned into the dirt under the tree, and became one with the cherry blossom tree forever, and the tears of blood melted into the white buds...... Finally, one day, the boy returned, and he saw the cherry blossom trees in the distance, and the trees were full of layers of cherry blossoms like clouds and mist, and occasionally a gust of wind blew, and the beautiful petals fell like snowflakes. The boy was stunned by the sight before him, and he stroked the tree for a long time, unwilling to leave. It's just that he never knew that the girl's last words when she was dying were to hope that my tears could be turned into the most beautiful petals, and tell him my endless thoughts and love for him on my behalf......"