When he returned to the mansion, he thought of the Muyan flower in the back garden, as if Mingyue had mentioned that flower.
He went to ask Mingyue, but Mingyue answered honestly, he said that the muyan flowers were the same as those plum blossoms in the mansion, and Fu Jian often came to see them.
Muyan flowers have been here for hundreds of years, and plum blossoms were transplanted from Mount Li by Fu Jian more than ten years ago.
"Mingyue, tell me a story, okay?" Xuancheng asked suddenly.
Mingyue said, "Why did Lord Yang Ping remember to listen to the story?"
Xuancheng said, "I just want to hear it."
"Okay, then I'll tell you."
The stories that Mingyue told were all Xuancheng had heard before. What kind of heroism, what kind of love between children, he found it very boring, and finally he said, "Forget it, let me go to sleep."
But Fu Jian came here at this time, and laughed at him, "Is what Mingyue said so boring? Then, can I tell you a story?"
These nine romance plots.
Xuancheng wanted to spit on him, but held back.
"Mingyue, go down, I'll talk to Brother Huang."
"Tell me, what story do you want to hear?"
Xuan Cheng raised his face and thought for a while, "Okay, tell me about the Muyan flower, brother, I'm not very educated, I haven't heard about the origin of this flower, so please tell me about it, Brother Huang .”
Fu Jian smiled and nodded, "Okay."
He took Xuancheng's wrist to admire the flowers, "Look, what's different about these flowers?"
Xuancheng looked at it, and thought for a while, "I told you I'm stupid, but you still ask me on purpose."
Fu Jian said, "Then let me tell you a story first."
"Old-fashioned?"
"Don't you know after listening?"
"Then tell me." Xuan Cheng waved his hand and said casually.
They sat back to back on the edge of the flowerbed together, Xuancheng looked at the flowers with flowers, and Fu Jian looked at him.
"A long, long time ago, there was a pair of brothers who lived on the grassland since they were young. They hunted together during the day and watched the dancing girls giggling together by the campfire at night. The elder brother was very brave, while the younger brother was a little timid. Every time he went out, the elder brother returned with a rewarding experience, and the younger brother But he was empty-handed. One day, the younger brother complained to his elder brother, saying that you, brother, every time you come back with prey, mother praises you, but I can’t catch the prey, and mother always blames me. How about it, When you hunt in the future, share half of the prey with me, so that mother will not scold me when you go back. After hearing this, the brother agreed, saying, well, as long as you send me a wild flower every time, I will share half of it with you. The prey, the younger brother also agreed, but he was very puzzled. He asked his elder brother, why wild flowers? There are so many flowers in our house, and my elder brother said, only wild flowers are the cleanest and purest. Those words in our house are artificially planted, and my elder brother doesn’t like them. The younger brother thought about it, and felt that what the older brother said was right. The wild flowers growing on this grassland are pure. Although they are not as gorgeous as those roses, peonies, crabapples, etc., they are not as good to admire. So, From now on, every time they come back from hunting, the older brother will give half of the prey to the younger brother, and the younger brother will pick a flower and give it to the older brother."
"This brother is also perverted, he likes wild flowers." Xuan Cheng interjected.
Fu Jian smiled lightly, "Each time my elder brother went back, he would put the flowers that my younger brother gave him in the soil, and order the gardener to take care of them every day. Over time, these wild flowers actually took root in the ground, but the flowers were of different types and colors, so The long-term growth has also led to the strange and different colors of this flower."
Xuancheng's eyes suddenly glanced at the surrounding flowers, and every branch and every flower in this scene is different.
Could this be the curtain flower in the story
Xuancheng asked, "Then what happened after that?"
Fu Jian said, "Later," he hesitated to speak.
"Say it."
Fu Jian suddenly said heavily, "Later my brother died."
"Dead?" Xuan Cheng opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Why did he die?"
"Some of those wild flowers are poisonous, my brother doesn't know, so every time he picks the flowers, he gets a certain amount of poison on his hands."
"What about brother? Didn't he also take flowers?"
Fu Jian said, "Yes, maybe God is biased. My younger brother has been in poor health since he was a child and has been contaminated with flower poison for a long time, but my elder brother has not. Those flowers have already passed the poison to my younger brother when they passed through his hands. When my brother took those flowers, they were actually no longer poisonous."
"So, it's my elder brother who killed his younger brother?" Xuancheng sighed, suddenly feeling extremely depressed.
Fu Jian lowered his head, he looked at the blooming and strangely colored flowers beside him, "Yes, it was my brother who killed him."