Chapter 123 Chapter 123 "Mistaken Recognition."

Since Jiu Zhao said it was okay, Lan Qi didn't insist.

He cast the nightmare spell as usual, leading her into a colorful dream.

Closing his eyes, what appeared before him was still the past when the two of them were together before Jiu Zhao was born.

As the divine decree was issued to all directions, Lan Qi officially became the adopted son of the Emperor and Empress, and moved into the Second Qingtian. The Lingquan Palace, which was decorated magnificently according to the Empress's preferences, was also transformed bit by bit into the pure and simple appearance that Jiu Zhao had in mind under his instructions.

This time, Lan Qi did not leave her behind in the morning or afternoon.

Time passed by quickly, like the shadow play that Jiu Zhao had witnessed in Yunsheng's life.

Jiu Zhao witnessed the usually amiable Mother Goddess, enraged by Lan Qi's private neglect, severely punish the leading immortal official of Lingquan Palace. He also realized that Lan Qi was too young to attend the Changye Academy, so the Mother and Father Gods took turns teaching him, taking time off from their daily schedules to teach him how to absorb immortal spirits, connect with heaven and earth, and gradually build a solid foundation.

They treated Lan Qi the best they could.

Even biological parents are no more than this.

Perhaps it was because of the bond between mother and daughter, when the soul within the body changed from Lan Qi to Jiu Zhao, she inexplicably felt something strange.

This strangeness occurred when their eyes met each other, and when the Queen of Gods stroked Lan Qi's head and occasionally paused in a trance.

If I have to describe it, this extreme goodness seems to carry the nature of guilt and compensation.

Jiu Zhao was able to perceive things sensitively, but he didn't understand where the Queen's emotions came from.

What are you sorry about?

What compensation?

Lan Qi's past misfortunes were not caused by them. It can be said that being the adopted son of the Lord of Sanqingtian was a blessing he had cultivated for three lifetimes.

It can't be that Lan Qi is blaming himself like this because he is their biological child, right?

Jiu Zhao was speechless at the sudden thought that popped into his mind.

The Father God is a dragon and the Mother God is a phoenix. No matter what, they cannot produce a single blade of grass.

Could it be that the Mother Goddess is having an affair...?

Bah! Bah! Bah!

Jiu Zhao cursed himself loudly.

In the hateful nightmare dream, she had no right to control her body.

It is impossible to find out more from the Mother Goddess's behavior.

It’s hard to put it into words.

Doubts wrapped around Jiu Zhao's heart like vines wrapped around a tree.

After the dream ended, she was not in a hurry to leave.

She deliberately spoke sarcastically, "The Mother Goddess and the Father Goddess treat you so well—if I didn't know that nightmare magic couldn't be fabricated, I would have thought it was all your imagination."

"Yes, I will never be able to repay their kindness in raising me."

Lan Qi responded slowly, but Jiu Zhao didn't know whether it was because of the dim candlelight or the shadows, but he always felt that there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

He is indeed an ungrateful person who can never be tamed!

The hypocritical face of the young man in front of her gradually overlapped with the unbridled expression in her dream.

Jiu Zhao lowered his eyelids, fixed his gaze on his slightly bent knuckles, and tentatively said, "Now that the gods and demons have reached a truce, it's inevitable that we'll visit each other frequently in the future. I don't care if your marriage with me isn't a success. Since you still remember the kindness of the Father and Mother Gods, if you find someone you love in the future, you can bring her here to meet us."

"Why in the future? I've always had it, but I just didn't reveal it to Burning Sea."

Lan Qi opened his thin lips and lightly uttered an answer that Jiu Zhao had never imagined.

The body froze in place before the brain did.

She shifted her eyes in disbelief.

There is someone I like, and he can still do that to me in my dreams——

Is this the unrestrained spirit of the Burning Sea?

A nauseous feeling suddenly emerged from deep in his throat. Jiu Zhao covered his mouth and nose, and reflexively wanted to vomit.

But under Lan Qi's unblinking gaze, she could only hold it to her lips, pretending to be itchy, and scratched the skin above her lips.

She tried her best to stay calm and not rush forward and punch him in the eye.

“Who is the woman that Ye Zun likes?

"Is she a certain city lord, or the daughter of a great noble from the Burning Sea—"

"Why, Your Highness Shen Ji is very curious about this?"

Faced with her unconsciously overstepping questioning, Lan Qi gave a half-smile.

Jiu Zhao raised his head and retorted in his usual sharp tone, "After all, the demons are known to be open-minded and lustful. This is a fact known to all the Three Realms. Ye Zun has been their leader for thousands of years, and he goes out without even a personal maid. It's inevitable that people will speculate that he has unusual preferences. I am also thinking about you, Ye Zun."

What Jiu Zhao said was not entirely slander.

Ever since her last adventure in Lan Qi's sea of ​​consciousness, she felt that relying on speculation to control her immortal consciousness and explore memories was risky after all.

She ordered Xiangbi to contact her good friend who served in Fuyao Palace, and to inquire about it every day. After confirming that the lights in Lan Qi's bedroom were turned off, she would send a message.

You wouldn't know this unless you inquired. Not only was there no personal maid among the people he brought, but Lan Qi also did all the daily chores and washing himself, not allowing the maid to interfere.

Such strange behavior can be explained if the other party declares that he has a lover.

However, it did not prevent Jiu Zhao from using it to ridicule and mock it.

Lan Qi smiled nonchalantly again: "Isn't it a legitimate duty to remain faithful to the one you love? Why would I care about what others think?"

He didn't tell Jiu Zhao the woman's name or identity. His handsome face flickered slightly, as if immersed in a world of tenderness. Even his usually distant eyes became calm. He said almost to himself, "She is gentle and charming, and likes to act coquettishly. I like her very much."

Compared to his sincere feelings, Jiu Zhao almost couldn't even keep up his fake smile. "Then Chao Ye Zun should have brought her here. I'm also very curious about what she looks like, a woman who has been so cold and indifferent for ten thousand years. Maybe we can even be friends."

"Forget it. The current prince is not of the same kind as her. It is better not to meet him."

Jiu Zhao was so angry at Lan Qi's decisive rejection that he subconsciously ignored the word "now" that suddenly appeared in his words.

She was on the verge of exploding, her face looking rather grim. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she heard Lan Qi say, "However, in appreciation of your words, if she and I ever truly marry, I will definitely invite you to our wedding ceremony."

…

Parted ways with Lan Qi on bad terms.

Jiu Zhao didn't go to Lingquan Palace for several days.

Anyway, the wound on the back of his hand was almost healed, and Jiuzhao also made progress in his fire control skills.

The preparations for the Spring Festival Banquet are in full swing.

This year happens to be the peach forest's once-a-millennium fruit-bearing season, and the scene is even more grand.

On this day, Jiu Zhao followed the order of the God Emperor and took the immortal craftsmen who took care of the plants to check on the situation in the peach forest.

When she revisited the old place, she also called Zhu Yan, who was in the Changle fate card, to come over and relax together.

When they arrived at Shengluantai, several immortal craftsmen scattered and went about their business.

Only Jiuzhao and Zhu Yan were left, walking hand in hand along the winding and quiet path in the peach forest.

“Although immortals have long lifespans, their bodies and minds will always undergo some changes over the years. Only this peach forest remains the same in my eyes for thousands of years. There is no difference between the leaves and the fruits.” The peach forest in Sanqingtian contains the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and you can often see flowers, fruits and leaves coexisting.

Wherever Jiu Zhao looked, he saw endless pink flowers, ginkgo nuts, and green leaves.

If you stop and look at it for a long time, you will unconsciously feel dizzy.

She walked around, still having no recollection of rescuing Zhu Yan, so she stopped and stretched. "That's why I think you, Yan Lang, have a really good memory. You can remember something so clearly, something that happened when we were just children tens of thousands of years ago—unlike me, who still hasn't remembered a single thing."

"Perhaps it was because I was too inconspicuous at that time, lost in the crowd, and Your Highness forgot me after seeing me, so he had no impression of me.

"But for me, it was love at first sight, so every detail and every line of dialogue is unforgettable."

Zhu Yan stood aside, evaluating himself modestly.

This caused Jiu Zhao to shout in dissatisfaction: "Yan Lang's beauty is unparalleled, even in the entire Three Realms, few can compare to him!"

As she spoke, she came closer and held Zhu Yan's hand again. "If only there was a magic that could go back to the past. Yan Lang must have been so adorable when he was still a little kid, and Meng Chu must have been so funny when he got humiliated and bullied!"

Their bodies intertwined, their thoughts turned to something ambiguous. She whispered to Zhu Yan, "I used to dislike children. I thought they were ugly and wrinkled when they were first born, and the birthing process was so painful. But if it's your child, Yan Lang, I'm a little bit looking forward to it."

Now they were alone with each other, and Jiu Zhao's words were so explicit that Zhu Yan blushed slightly.

The Nirvana Phoenix Fire is complete, which means he can imagine the future with Jiu Zhao.

His eyelashes, long like butterfly wings, cast two arcs of shadow. After a moment of thought, he whispered, "The immortals have their own way of birthing. I will never let Zhao Niang suffer."

Such deep affection filled Jiu Zhao's heart with sweetness.

When you are overwhelmed by lust, you will always do childish things.

Jiu Zhao clasped her hands together and wrapped her arms around him, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Yan Lang, do you still remember which peach tree helped us to establish our love? I will mark it. From now on, its blossoms and fruits will only be shared by the two of us."

Zhu Yan's tender and affectionate eyes reflected a moment of hesitation.

And all of this was missed by Jiu Zhao, who leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Hmm... let me think about it."

Zhu Yan took the initiative and led her to an open space.

He raised his hand and pointed at one of the peach trees, which looked identical to the others. "This is it, hidden deep in the peach forest. I shouldn't be mistaken."

The reappearance of certain places and things makes the relationship that Jiu Zhao missed halfway even more profound.

She whispered, "Wait a moment," and pulled out a jade hairpin from her bun, moving closer to the direction of Zhu Yan's finger.

At this moment, the four words "marriage is made in heaven" echoed in Jiu Zhao's mind again and again.

Perhaps she could imitate the acacia tree in Changye Academy and protect it with a fence as a commemoration of her and Zhu Yan's true love.

In just a dozen steps, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

Jiu Zhao looked from top to bottom, searching for the most appropriate place to mark the location.

As she hesitated, her attention was drawn to a trace near the roots of the tree.

This mark, like the cracks on tree bark, is very inconspicuous. Only at a certain angle will it reflect a faint light.

Before Jiu Zhao came, he and the immortal craftsmen had a rough understanding of the situation in the peach forest.

They said that about ten peach trees grew old and died two thousand years ago, so the office pulled them out and replaced them with a batch of new ones in their original locations.

The newly planted saplings have also reached the period of fruiting, but they are still young and need to be cared for more carefully.

Jiu Zhao's main purpose for arriving today was to check on this special batch.

The marks she had just seen were the markings that the immortal craftsmen had left on the tree for easy identification.

Jiu Zhao knew this secret.

Zhu Yan didn't know.

That's why he mistakenly pointed to a peach tree that was only two thousand years old.

Had he also forgotten where they first met?

still.

The jade hairpin in Jiuzhao's palm was reluctant to fall.

A strange feeling, a mixture of loss and other indescribable emotions, fermented rapidly and silently in my heart.

Should I go back and ask Zhu Yan if he admitted his mistake?

She asked herself uncertainly.

Until another wave of footsteps came from the southeast of the peach forest.