Duoduo's tone was tinged with caution:
{Sister Zhizhi, don't be too sad. Why don't you go to the tasker's plane? Go find Feng Ming and clear your negative emotions.}
Jiang Zhili frowned, and scenes from the previous mission kept appearing in her mind. She paused and looked at Duoduo who was floating in the air.
"Duoduo, why is my memory from this time still there?" Isn't it said that all previous memories will be blurred?
Duoduo laughed dryly and was about to say something when his body, which was originally glowing with a faint white light, suddenly flashed with a golden light.
The golden light was so dazzling that Jiang Zhili couldn't help but close his eyes. When he opened them again, the little white ball floating in the air had disappeared, replaced by a delicate little girl.
The little girl was wearing light blue ancient costume, her black hair was tied into two buns, and she had air bangs on her forehead, which made her look a bit ethereal.
Jiang Zhili pursed his lips, his eyes full of surprise.
Before she could speak, the delicate little girl bowed to her. The little girl's voice was exactly the same as Duoduo's.
"Little Immortal Duofu has met Fairy Peach. Please return to your place."
As soon as Duoduo finished speaking, ripples appeared in the entire system space, and the next moment Jiang Zhili appeared in an exquisite cave.
The cave is covered with pink stamens, which upon closer inspection are peach petals, emitting a faint fragrance that is very pleasant to the taste.
Jiang Zhili sat on the stool in the cave and her memory recovered.
She was originally a peach tree beside a temple. Later, she was moved into the temple and was enlightened by Buddhist scriptures every day. Gradually, she became conscious.
The one who helped her regain consciousness was a monk. The monk looked exactly like Yuan Mo, but the difference was that Yuan Mo's face was always gentle, while the monk always had a stern face.
The life of a tree is much longer than that of a human, not to mention the enlightened peach spirit. The monk came to her side every day to recite Buddhist scriptures, and this went on for dozens of years until the monk passed away under her tree.
Without the monk's chanting, her cultivation progressed more slowly and she became a little bored. Although the monk had a cold face, he would occasionally talk to her to keep her from being so bored.
After the monk died, no one spoke to her anymore. Everyone thought she was just a tree. No one ever spoke to her, and no one would chant sutras for her under her tree. She could only face the statue of Xuan Yi in the temple every day. Until one day, ten years later, a scholar who came to Beijing to take the imperial examination walked in...
After the scholar paid the temple some money, he settled down there.
The scholar looked somewhat similar to the dead monk. He liked to read books under her tree and would draw pictures for her. She felt like she had companionship again and gradually forgot about the dead monk.
A year passed like this.
One night, the scholar looked at her pink pistil and said goodbye to her.
There was a hint of melancholy in the scholar's voice: "Don't be sad, I will be back soon."
She shook the peach branch slightly, but didn't feel anything. She just felt lonely again after the scholar left.
The scholar had been gone for five years, and the temple had gone from being a prosperous place to being dilapidated. A large temple was built on the mountain, and the pilgrims who had originally come to the temple to burn incense all went up the mountain.
The temple on the mountain was not only large, but also had many statues of gods and the decorations were much more magnificent and exquisite. Compared with them, the small temple where she was seemed very restrained.
Those pilgrims naturally also went to the big temple on the mountain, where the statues of gods were probably more effective.
Many of the monks in this temple also went to the temple on the mountain, leaving only a few old monks to look after the temple. However, the statue of Xuan Yi was still majestic.
Strangely enough, although the incense in this temple is sparse, her cultivation is still progressing steadily and has not stopped.
Three years passed, and it was a hot day.
There was a noise outside the temple, and a scholar in official uniform walked in. He was now the top scholar in the imperial court, and was in high spirits.
He was wearing a dark green official uniform, with his long, ink-black hair tied up in a bun. His originally gentle expression had become somewhat sharp. In the three years after high school, he had experienced ups and downs in the court, and his temperament had long been tempered.
The top scholar looked at the dilapidated temple and was a little dazed for a moment. He walked to the peach tree in the courtyard.
It is clearly a hot summer day, but the peach tree is actually blooming with pink stamens, which is really strange.
The top scholar's eyes were gloomy, and he ordered his men to dig her up and plant her in his mansion.
The No. 1 Scholar's Mansion was magnificent, crowded with people and busy with things. She was planted in the courtyard of the No. 1 Scholar's bedroom, and it was quite interesting to watch the servants busying around every day.
After the top scholar moved her here, he would come to see her every day, and when he was in a good mood, he would even draw her appearance.
Not long after, the top scholar got married.
The No. 1 Scholar's mansion was decorated with lights and lanterns. The No. 1 Scholar stood before her in a red robe, but his expression was not very good, which did not match the red scenery.
"Top Scholar, the auspicious time has arrived, and the princess has also arrived. Please go to the hall to pay your respects."
He married the current princess, who is extremely respected and precious.
The top scholar looked at her pink petals, curled his lips slightly, and his expression was tinged with coldness: "Since you insist on becoming my wife, then I must give you face."
After saying this, the top scholar glanced at the beautiful peach blossoms, turned around and walked towards the hall.
She was ignorant and only knew that the top scholar got married. As for what marriage was, she had no idea.
That night, the top scholar walked out of his bedroom. He was neatly dressed, but there was a faint smell of sake on his breath.
"What on earth is wrong with me..."
He murmured as he looked at her pink petals.
There was doubt, confusion, and a hint of stubbornness in his tone.
***
"The princess is smashing things again. Should we go to the study to inform the number one scholar?" A maid looked worried. She was almost hit by something thrown by the princess just now.
"We who are sitting down just need to stay away. Ever since the princess came into our house, she has been smashing things every day." Another maid shook her head, her tone helpless.
After the princess got married, she never went a day without losing her temper. The top scholar didn't care and just let her make a fuss.
"The princess is the same... The top scholar had refused her many times, but she insisted on marrying him, even if it meant being a widow. But when it came to the point of being a widow, she started to make a fuss."
"Our number one scholar is ill, and she thought it was a joke... Now she's like this again, it's really sad."
The two maids walked further and further away, and the peach blossom tree swayed slightly...
She had no idea what the maids were saying. The sun was shining brightly today, and her branches and leaves felt comfortable in the sun.
Time passed like this, and every day the top scholar would still come to her and talk to her about some court affairs. Although she did not understand, she listened with great interest.
Until one day, the princess came with four guards, each holding a shining sword in his hand.
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