Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Hey, it's Wu Ye as expected."

Meihong grinned, but for some reason she was not as bold as usual, and her smile was full of bitterness.

"……you guessed right."

Obviously she is the same kind, why do you have to hate her?

Wu Ye swallowed the words that came to his mouth. He could even accept it and be such a good friend. Why did he reject the true "kind" and hate him so much?

Even though he was full of doubts, Wu also held back and did not ask.

Because he knew that the following stories must not be asked so easily. If possible, he still hopes that Meihong can take the initiative to say it.

Otherwise, I think I have never heard what I said just now.

"Ah."

Under this unnatural silence, Meihong's soft laughter was like a bubble rising in the deep sea, disappearing without a trace in just a few minutes.

"It was probably a long, long time ago. I can't remember the exact time. There is a daughter from a noble family. It seems that she is not taken seriously because of her mother's low status."

Slowed down to an almost imperceptible degree, Meihong began to tell the story of "someone".

"For such a child, to be able to see her father is probably her greatest wish. It may be that the girl’s sincerity moved God, and her wish came true. She saw her father, but she never thought of it. Under the circumstances."

With the ridiculous self-deprecation at the corner of her mouth, Meihong continued:

"As a great aristocrat, my father actually stooped to propose to a low-status woman, but not only was he unsuccessful, he was humiliated by the other party as a'difficult problem'. Because of this incident, her father's failure suddenly became a lot of people The subject of ridicule, since then, the girl has hated the woman who humiliated her father."

Stopping, Meihong turned to Wu and asked:

"How about it, isn't it ridiculous?"

"...No, if I want to say that, the father I longed for was so humiliated, no one would accept it easily, right?"

"I'm glad you think so."

Smiled heartily, Meihong's story seems to have not been finished yet.

"The young girl had a hatred towards that woman. After learning that the other party was going to'go home', she began to figure out how to retaliate, but the girl could not cause any trouble to the other party. It's impossible to connect."

Feeling troubled as if she was in the story, Meihong smiled bitterly and frowned and said:

"As a result, in the end, she still failed to prevent the woman from escaping, but the girl didn't accomplish anything. She at least left a'medicine pot' that the other party seemed to treasure very much."

With the evening breeze blowing her bangs away, Meihong seemed to deliberately wanted to hide her expression at this time.

"The'medicine pot' that I got through hard work will fall short if it is snatched back by the opponent? The girl thought about it this way, so she came up with a strategy that would never let the other party snatch it back. I ate the medicine."

As if she was amused by the girl's innocence, she even hummed a few times when she spoke of the girl's innocence, but immediately the pleasant tone was replaced by distress.

"Unexpectedly, no one actually robbed the'medicine pot', and the girl who swallowed the'medicine' indiscriminately did not know that the'medicine of Penglai' was placed in the'medicine pot'... From now on, no one will ever see that girl again."

"..."

Meihong couldn't understand what kind of emotional martial arts now, and he didn't comfort him without authorization, after all, he was not arrogant to such a degree.

All he can do now is just listen to the story.

"People who take Penglai's medicine cannot live on the same land as ordinary people. Girls can only move continuously and lead a life of displacement. However, human beings cannot exist in a group in a single life, so she can only Go to live in the mountains."

Looking up, the moonlight on the girl's red face revealed the bitterness of recollection.

"After that, I don’t know how long it took. The girl saw the woman again, the woman who had humiliated her father. It turned out that she never went home. She became a poor worm like herself looking for shelter everywhere. , Haha."

Meihong laughed again, wondering whether she was comforted by the enemy's tragedy or her own stupidity.

"After that, the fight between the girl and that woman became her daily routine, and that day has continued to this day."

"...Who is that person?"

Finally, Wu Ye finally asked this question. Although he might not know him, as the end of the "story", he felt that he still needed to know.

"Wu should also know him."

Unexpectedly, Meihong said such words.

"That woman left her own'story' at the time by humiliating the girl's father and it has been passed down to this day. People in later generations will call her like this--"

The flame in her eyes was the color of hatred, Mei Hong gritted her teeth and said:

"Kaguya Ji!"

Chapter 23 The Truth of History

"Hui, Kaguya...?"

I don't know how long it took before Wu Ye came back to his senses, repeating the name in his mouth, he had never felt so intuitively that the original world was so crazy.

To tell the story of Kaguya Ji, I am afraid no one in Japan does not know.

Small children's books used to lull children to sleep, "Taketori Monogatari" which can discuss the value of literature, and even many novels and comics have stories based on Kaguya Ji.

The character of Kaguya Ji is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. After all, this Nima is a novel that existed a thousand years ago. Hey!

How beautiful Kaguya was, how wise, how to frustrate the conspiracy of the pretenders, Wu had also heard these stories since he was a child. He had always been a legend, but now I suddenly told him that Kaguya was real.

Such a "surprise" can't be described in words, even if Mei Hong took out a light stick in front of him and turned into O X Man, he might not be surprised.

"Why, surprised?"

Seeing Wu Ye's dumbfounded appearance, Meihong hit his shoulder amusedly.

"I didn't expect such a person to actually exist?"

"...That's true, I never thought that Kaguya Ji actually existed. Now even if you say Prince Shotoku crawled out of the grave, I believe it."

"Haha, as for?"

Sweeping away the previous heaviness, at the moment Meihong smiled happily.

"When you meet a real person, maybe you won't think so."

"Let's talk about it... By the way, Meihong, you really are the daughter of the noble."

"Well, why, doesn't it look like?"

"Ha ha……"