Chapter 242: The flowers on the other shore will not meet after death [4]
Mo Zhilan would risk his life for her. If he really died, what reason would she have to live?
Looking back again, it turns out that everything was exactly where it started, Mo Zhilan was still there, and so was she.
This is more important than anything else.
The other shore flowers in the dormitory were in full bloom, and the wet wind was getting stronger and stronger.
The weather was originally fine, but suddenly there were dark clouds.
The wind blowing in from outside the window lattice filled the room with the extremely heavy fragrance of flowers. Mixed with the fragrance of flowers, Feng Xizi's light words pressed on Xuan Changwu's heart one by one.
Deep in his faint green eyes, he seemed to see that handsome man, and Yiyi affectionately called her "Zi Mo".
This man is the emperor of Tianche.
And she happened to be Princess Loulan.
She came to him with a purpose, but he loved her more than anything else.
Mo Nanhen...
Passionate king, ruthless ending...
"Xuan Changwu, keep your life. I want you to watch and see how happy I am. It's worth giving up my ruthlessness and indifference to become Mo Zhilan. And you, just hold on to your noble status.
, Holding Mo Nanhen’s eyes open to death, holding the bone-breaking pain of poisoning your beloved, always stand on the high position you want, and continue your illusory dominance!”
Feng Xizi sneered, broke off a red-blooded Bianhua flower with her backhand, walked to her bed, bent down, and placed it next to her pillow.
The strong fragrance of Bianqingwu made it difficult for Xuan Qingwu to breathe. She raised her hand with difficulty, pushed the scarlet flower away with one palm, and let the calyx fall to the ground, leaving her eyes full of red.
Standing beside the bed, Feng Xizi looked down, the smile on her lips became colder and colder, her eyes swept over the calyx on the ground, "The flowers on the other side are blooming, extremely beautiful and enchanting. Look at how proud they are. They are so proud that they have lost their tenderness and deep love.
Because the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, the leaves fall and the flowers bloom. For the rest of their lives, the flowers and leaves will never see each other. Just like you, if you kill the man who can accompany you for happiness, you are destined to be this unique flower on the other side, lonely and proud to bloom.
"
Her voice was soft, but in this quiet palace, it was strangely loud.
Xuan Changwu's eyes widened, she covered her heart with her palms, and looked straight at the Bianhua flower with only a scarlet calyx on the ground. The withered petals were like her heart, torn apart.
"I forgot to tell you." Feng Xizi leaned down, leaned against her ear, and whispered softly, "In my hometown, this kind of flower is called Manzhu Shahua, also called Huangquan flower, because this kind of flower only blooms on graves.
... Starting from today, the entire Zhaoling Mausoleum will be planted with Bianhua flowers. I want Mo Nanhen to know how you ignored his deep affection... That's right, you don't love him, you kill him, and you will destroy his life.
Jiangshan, so when you really die, I will ask you to send your bones back to Loulan... I want you and Mo Nanhen to be like this Manzhushahua, the flowers and leaves are separated, and they will never meet again!"
The flowers and leaves are divided into two parts...
Never meet again...
The flowers and leaves are divided into two parts...
Never meet again...
Xuan Changwu's eyes widened wider and wider, until Feng Xizi said the last sentence, Biyou's eyes tightened in vain, and blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth.
Deep red blood flowed from the corners of her lips and dripped on the calyx of the bed.
The scarlet calyx is stained with blood, and the strong floral fragrance is unfortunate and desperate.
Standing up slowly, Feng Xizi smiled lightly and said, "Xuan Changwu, I am not weak, and I will never be soft on my enemies."
In this world, the only thing that can make her surrender is love.