"Before spring comes, the peach blossoms bloom, and scholars and writers come here under false pretenses. The strong wind blows them down to the ground, and the peach blossoms in the garden make people sad!"
Gao Zhijun looked at the peach trees on the hill and the peach blossoms falling to the ground, and was inspired.
Everyone loves peach blossoms, but few know that they have a short lifespan, blooming and withering in just a few days, about the same as the lifespan of an Epiphyllum.
"Great poem! Zhijun is so clever!"
Huo Jinqian's face was filled with shock and joy.
The girl he likes is very smart and her literary talent is no worse than his.
"Sister, you are amazing. Your poems are really good, but they are a little sad."
Murong Shuo said proudly.
His sister is very smart. She knows poetry, business, and even has some knowledge of martial arts. She is worthy of being a member of the Murong family.
"It's a bit sad. Peach blossoms are indeed very beautiful when they are in full bloom, but their lifespan is very short, only a few days. They dedicate their lifelong beauty to us."
Looking at the peach blossoms all over the ground, Gao Zhijun said sadly.
"Sixth sister-in-law, let's go over there and take a look. They seem to be competing in poetry."
Huo Jinxiu pointed to a pavilion not far away where several scholars were writing poems.
"You guys go ahead, I have something to do."
Gao Zhijun did not forget the purpose of coming here.
She had just looked at the branches of the peach tree, and saw that many peach blossoms had fallen, but the traces were old, some of them about half a month old. In other words, the peach blossoms had fallen for half a month, but no peaches had grown.
Maybe the legend is true, the peach blossoms here bloom all year round.
The climate is no different, it's just as cold as outside. Could it be a problem with the soil?
The ground was covered with layers of peach blossoms, and there was no soil to be found. Moreover, she felt that the soil deep in Peach Blossom Ridge was the most revealing of the problem.
"What's up?"
Huo Jinqian asked Gao Zhijun. She had made a last-minute decision to come here, so what could she possibly be doing?
"I want to confirm something quickly. You go ahead and I'll come find you in a bit."
Gao Zhijun did not tell them what she wanted to prove. She herself was not sure, and they would not believe it even if she told them. After all, this legend was fifty years old.
"How about this, second brother takes Jinxiu and Yuxuan with him, while Qinglong, Hongyue and Moxue protect them. Canglang will follow Zhijun and me."
Huo Jinqian made a snap decision. He couldn't let go of his worries and couldn't do it.
Gao Zhijun had no objection to this arrangement. It didn't matter if there were Huo Jinqian and Canglang.
As long as Qinglong and Moxue protect the safety of Yuxuan, Big Brother and Jinxiu, that will be enough.
Huo Jinxiu and Murong Shuo had no objection and took Yuxuan and Hongyue Moxue there to watch the literati compete in poetry.
Gao Zhijun, Huo Jinqian and Canglang walked towards the depths of Taohualing.
"Zhijun, what do you want to prove?"
Huo Jinqian asked again.
He felt that Zhijun was a little strange and was hiding something from him.
"Nothing much, I just want to find out why the peach trees here bloom all year round but don't produce peaches?"
Gao Zhijun did not hide anything this time.
"Princess, this is not where the gods live. It's contaminated by spiritual energy, so if you plant peach trees here, they will only bloom but not produce peaches."
Gray Wolf tells folk tales.
This legend has been passed down for fifty years. It was passed down by our ancestors and it cannot be wrong.
"If this is a fairyland, then does that mean everything we plant here will only bloom but not bear fruit? If we plant fruit trees like cherries, star fruits, loquats, and plums, will they also only bloom but not bear fruit? Has anyone tried this?"
Gao Zhijun gave Canglang an example and asked her. Her words shocked Canglang and Huo Jinqian, and also left Canglang speechless.
He couldn't really prove it because no one had tried: "This? No one has tried it."
"Zhijun, this legend has been circulating for fifty years. Do you have a way to prove why it only blooms but doesn't bear fruit?"
Huo Jinqian finally understood what Gao Zhijun was going to do.
"Yes! Princess, do you have a way to prove that the reason the peach tree blooms but doesn't bear fruit isn't because this is where the gods live?"
Canglang also asked Gao Zhijun.
If the princess can prove all this, she will be the smartest person in Daliang.
"No, I can't prove it. I just have some suspicions that need to be confirmed."
Gao Zhijun did not give them hope, but just said that she had some doubts and needed to find answers.
If found, it means the legend is not true.
"Zhijun, what are you doubting?"
Huo Jinqian asked.
Where there is doubt, there must be an answer. So will her answer come true?
"Think about it: all things grow only with climate, soil, and water. As for climate, I've experienced it, and it's the same here as outside—just as cold. This means it has nothing to do with climate. As for water, there are no streams here, so the peach trees rely on water from the sky. And the water from the sky is the same as rain. When it rains, it's all the same, which rules out water. You can't possibly think that when it rains, the water that falls elsewhere is different from the water here, right? That's ridiculous. So, the only thing left is soil. I know there are three main types of soil: acidic, neutral, and alkaline. Peach trees prefer acidic soil and are not suited to alkaline soil. So, I want to see the soil the peach trees grow in."
Gao Zhijun explained in detail to Huo Jinqian and Canglang why she suspected that the peach tree only bloomed but did not bear fruit.
"I didn't know there was so much to learn! I'm so educated!"
"The princess is so smart, she knows everything."
Huo Jinqian and Canglang said at the same time.
I didn’t expect that the growing environment of a small peach tree has so many requirements.
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