I am the Peach Blossom Demon

This year's spring came later than usual.

In early March, the sky is still cold, the morning and evening frost and fog are thick, and the earth dragon is still burning in the palace.

But no matter how cold it is, it can't delay the time, and the palace is still busy day by day as the spring seeding is about to come, not to mention that this year's spring seeding is presided over by the prince who has just reached the crown.

At that time, the emperor and the queen had a deep relationship, and the relationship between husband and wife was deep, so the prince born by the queen was particularly favored.

Prince Xing Xiuzhu grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. He inherited his father's decisiveness and mother's calmness.

The emperor admired this son with both civil and military skills very much, and when he reached the crown, he made him the prince, and made him preside over the important spring planting.

In the prince's mansion, Xing Xiuzhu stood with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, and he was still thinking about the layout and arrangement of the spring seeds.

Night fell quickly, frost and fog arrived as expected, and the hand covering Xing Xiuzhu's arms gradually became cold.

The servant walked cautiously to his side.

"Prince, it's getting late, let's go to bed early."

Xing Xiuzhu nodded slightly, glanced casually into the distance, but was suddenly attracted by a small seedling not far away.

It was early spring, and the plants in the other courtyards were not yet green, only a touch of green grew on the edge of the wall, which was particularly attractive under the dim light in the hands of servants.

"what is that?"

Looking at the place pointed by Xing Xiuzhu, the servant hesitated: "It's probably peach."

"Peach? Why are you here?"

"Forgive me, the prince. I guess some of the servants didn't pay attention when throwing the peach pit, and it sprouted. The old slave will ask someone to shovel it out tomorrow."

After what he said, Xing Xiuzhu remembered that a few days ago, he was thinking about the process of spring planting, and he picked up a fruit core on the table and buried it in the ground, but he didn't think about letting it sprout just like that.

Xing Xiuzhu became a little interested, took the lantern from the servant, and squatted down to look at it.

The branches of the little thing are still very tender, less than a foot long, and weak, as if they tremble when the wind is not blowing, let alone when the cold wind hangs at night.

Xing Xiuzhu waved his hand: "Forget it, leave it alone, let it fend for itself here."

The servant said respectfully: "Yes."

The prince and his servants returned to the bedroom, and Xiao Ya, who had been trembling all the time, gradually stopped shaking and moved a little towards the room, as if expressing his gratitude to the prince.

Time passed day by day, the spring planting ended smoothly, and the next year came in a blink of an eye.

When Xing Xiuzhu came back from the battlefield, he saw the green plant in Wubian at a glance.

At that time, the small buds were not only not broken by the cold wind, but twirled, and green leaves grew, stretching, looking full of vitality.

In this battle, although the empire barely won, they killed one thousand enemies and lost eight hundred. As the coach, Xing Xiuzhu couldn't be happier.

Back at the mansion, seeing this green plant by the wall, my restless heart miraculously calmed down a bit.

The cold wind didn't blow it down, the air-conditioning didn't freeze it, it just grew so brilliantly and enthusiastically against the light, it reminded Xing Xiuzhu of that ancient poem.

"Recipe, Shining."

The prince sneered, turned his head and walked into the house.

"You're quite stubborn, why not call you Xia Zhuo."

From spring to autumn, from autumn to winter solstice, day after year, the prince succeeded to the throne and emptied the mansion, leaving only the peach tree, and even demolished the house specially for him so that it could grow.

Every spring planting and every battle, Xing Xiuzhu, who is already the emperor, will still return to the prince's mansion and caress its branches and leaves.

The peach tree seems to be able to read people's thoughts, and the gently swaying branches and leaves make a pleasant sound.

And Xing Xiuzhu will return triumphantly.

And although the peach tree is luxuriant, it has never produced peaches. Xing Xiuzhu sent people to inquire, and the most answers he got were that the time has not come yet.

A few decades later, the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful, and the emperor became the Supreme Emperor.

The peach trees hadn't blossomed yet, but they grew more and more luxuriantly. However, Xing Xiuzhu's body was getting worse day by day, and he finally suffered from severe wind and cold one winter.

Accompanied by severe coughing and hemoptysis, he was lethargic in bed all day, and there was no improvement throughout the winter.

The imperial doctor cautiously reported to the emperor that he would not survive the beginning of spring.Knowing that his life span was over, Xing Xiuzhu simply stopped taking the medicine.

The night before the beginning of spring, the Supreme Emperor, who had been bedridden for a long time, suddenly went to the former Prince's Mansion. His servants carefully advised him that it was cold, so he might as well go tomorrow, but he insisted repeatedly, as if he wanted to do something to say goodbye.

In desperation, everyone could only follow his will and send him to the old site of the Prince's Mansion.

The buildings here have been demolished long ago, leaving only the fence and the big peach tree among them.

Under the moonlight, the peach tree was still stretching lushly.

Xing Xiuzhu approached him slowly, brushing his fingers over a newly grown leaf like dead wood, as if he was treating an old friend.

"Long time no see," the old man whispered Tao Shu's name, "Xia Zhuo."

"I have no wife and no children in my life, and I will spend the longest time with you."

"My fate is good, and all my life's wishes have come true, but I have never seen you bloom and bear fruit."

"Back then you were left with a soft heart, but your life was longer than mine."

The wind came from nowhere, and the peach tree shook more violently, but it was by no means pleasant.

The old man with white beard and hair continued to say slowly: "Someday if you miss me, just give me a peach."

"Live well, I will wait for you over there."

The shaking of the peach tree gradually stopped, and under the moonlight, there seemed to be something crystal slowly falling down.

The next day, the Supreme Emperor died at the age of 78.

In the same year, the luxuriant peach tree in the former prince's mansion bears fruit for the first time.

In the second year, the peach tree died for no reason.

The author says:

Don't cry, this is the story of the previous life. They met each other in reincarnation, and they will never be separated from life to life!I always wanted to write it before, but it was too difficult to write in ancient times, so I dragged it to TT now, maybe there will be a sweet version, I really don’t want to abuse my son! ! !