The eighteen-year-old Ruhua is as beautiful as a painting, standing under the peach tree at the edge of the village in a clean green shirt, which makes people unable to take their eyebrows off, but she is beautiful and puts all her heart on the poor scholar of the Luo family.

The scholar of the Luo family swore to Ruhua the day before entering Beijing to take the exam: "When I am named on the gold list and become famous, I will definitely marry you into the gate of the Luo family in a beautiful manner!"

She nodded softly and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

Every day, she stood under the peach blossom tree at the small ferry in front of the village, waiting for the return of the person on the tip of her heart.

Year after year, the peach blossoms were gone, and the peach blossoms bloomed again, but she kept waiting under the tree and never left. Passers-by passing by this village would ask, "Whose family is the girl who looks like a flower under the flower tree at the ferry at the head of the village?"

The answer is always the same: "No, that stupid girl is waiting for a poor scholar, she has been waiting for so many years and there is no news, but she has been waiting, what a stupid girl......"

Someone also told Ruhua, but she didn't care at all, just smiled.

Suddenly, one year, news from the city spread throughout the village.

"Have you heard? Then the scholar of the Luo family has soared! He has been selected by the emperor to be the master of the horse, and he has recently lived in the Mingyue Building of the Princess's Mansion in the imperial city!"

"I heard about it, but the girl Ruhua still doesn't know! Let the girl marry as soon as possible, lest she will be old in a few years, and no one will want it!"

The news quickly reached Ruhua's ears, but she didn't believe it, still smiled and didn't say anything.

Year after year, the winter snow melted on her shoulders, the flowers bloomed and fell for a full eighteen years, and the thirty-six-year-old Ruhua couldn't wait any longer, and she was sick and muttered slightly before she died: "Mingyue Tower." ”

Since then, there has never been a girl named Ruhua in this world standing under the flower tree at the ferry at the head of the village waiting for her beloved, and over time, the story of Ruhua has become a joke in the mouth of the storyteller at the head of the village.

One year, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes stood in front of the storyteller's storyteller and listened to the story for a long time, and finally burst into tears, and the storyteller only thought he was a new beggar in the village, so he jokingly gave him ten cents, but he didn't answer, just muttered, "Ruhua, is she really gone?"

"I've been telling this story for four or five years, and Miss Ruhua waited for eighteen years for a negative man, and then left with hatred, alas! What a pity! That negative man really deserves to die!"

The storyteller took his storytelling stand and left, leaving the middle-aged man silently reading: "Like a flower......

Then the back of his departed Xiao Suo looked lonely and sad in the quiet village, people only knew that the scholar of the Luo family lived in the princess's Mingyue Tower with such a flower, but they didn't know how sad he was when he was locked up under house arrest in the Mingyue Tower by the emperor, and finally the emperor sighed and said that he really couldn't keep him as a concubine, so he let him leave.

He hurried back to the village, but was told that the beautiful girl had left with hatred, and in the end, he never forgave him......