At dawn, Ji Changli slowly watered the flowerpot in front of the window with a delicate flower waterer.
The transparent water seeped into the flower pot bit by bit, but in the next moment it was evaporated into white mist, floating in the air.
Ji Changli put down the flower watering and gently tapped the edge of the flower pot.
A slight vibration spread along the soil to the blue seeds in the center of the flower pot.
The blue seed who was pretending to be dead suddenly moved uncomfortably, exuding flattering mental fluctuations.
The flame inscription on its body was looming, and it shrank completely with Ji Changli's movements.
Ji Changli picked up the flower water again and poured the water leisurely.
The water still penetrated into the flower pot quietly without any incident.
But when the soil becomes more humid, white mist still floats in the air, and the vast white area seems to be in a dream.
Ji Changli put down the flower waterer and clasped his right hand on the flower pot.
The jingling sound made the seeds in the flower pot jump up and down.
The seeds sent a wave of grievances, but Ji Changli remained unmoved.
He picked up the flower waterer again and watered it slowly.
This time, until all the water in the flower waterer was exhausted, nothing appeared in the flowerpot. strange.
After watering the flowers leisurely, Ji Changli went to court refreshed.
Only the seeds in the flowerpot are left crying without tears.
Feeling the water overflowing the flowerpot, the seed finally forgot Ji Changli's warning.
The flame inscription flashed and another thin layer of water mist evaporated.
As the air became hotter and hotter, the mist spread bit by bit throughout the room, and the window sill was wrapped in thick mist, just like the forest in the early morning.
The chirping of birds was heard not far away, and they were flapping their wings and flying here, but they were lost in the cold mist.
The guards outside the palace were very surprised when they saw this scene, but they did not dare to step forward to investigate.
But the gardener serving flowers and plants next to the emperor's palace felt that the flowers and trees were in particularly good spirits today, even the marigolds, which were extremely difficult to care for, were in full bloom.
He clicked his tongue in wonder, and secretly thought that the fruit in the palace was really good.
I wonder what kind of strange flower your Majesty planned to raise personally.
He originally thought that he would not live for three days, but seeing that marigolds can bloom, that pot of flowers can survive to this day.
Fortunately, Ji Changli never liked having people in the palace, so this scene was not seen by anyone, otherwise we don't know what the news would have been like.
The blue flower seeds that were lucky enough to escape the disaster were lying in the pots bored, thinking resentfully, how boring they are.
But who made him unable to think about playing this game for a moment, and he met such a powerful person?
Only the last trace of his original spiritual power is left, and this trace has been assimilated into this flower seed.
Even if he can transform into a human form again, he is no longer a pure human being.
This trace of mental power contains all his memory and strength.
If the flower seeds wither, then he will lose hope of survival and completely dissipate between heaven and earth.
This is why he is so afraid of Ji Changli.
The fog gradually dissipated, revealing the clear sky and earth.
The flower seeds are jumping in the flower pot, and from time to time they send out spiritual waves to explore the outside world.
At this moment, he already knew that this place had evolved into a real world, and he was naturally full of desire to explore.
The feudal dynasty was completely different from the highly developed interstellar era, and the palace built in the center of the feudal dynasty concentrated the essence of this era, whether it was good or bad.
At this moment, Huazhong's mental power has been weakened to a certain extent, and the mental fluctuations he exudes can only wander in the palace.
He is used to seeing those numb and humble palace people, those dark and fierce battles, those cookie-cutter scenery, Hua Zhong.
Gradually I lost interest.
Compared to the world that exuded vitality in the interstellar era, this place is really too quiet.
But he didn't understand that this palace was slowly returning the vitality he said it had absorbed to every inch of land under the sky.
The more it dies, the more vitality the dynasty becomes.
Suddenly, Huazhong felt an inexplicable mental wave emanating from a remote corner of the palace.
His mental antennae felt a hint of excitement, and he slowly concentrated his energy to explore there.
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But there seemed to be something worth fearing there, and her mental energy subconsciously lingered outside that remote palace without taking a step forward.
The blue flower seeds in the emperor's palace suddenly stopped beating, but the flame inscription on the body was looming on the flower seeds.
The flower seeds scratched their heads and thought, I am so curious, I want to go in and take a look.
But the panic in his soul prevented him from going forward impulsively.
He had lost too much strength and could not afford to take any risks.
But his mental strength is still like that of an experienced hunter, dormant outside the palace, waiting for the end of things.
What he didn't know was that he was now as curious as a child who saw a favorite toy and tried every means to get it.
This was the price he had to pay for becoming a flower seed, and his mind returned to his childhood.
Half an hour later, the mental fluctuations finally slowly dissipated.
Huazhong, who was inexplicably nervous, stared closely at the palace door.
As expected, a young man staggered out of the palace.
He looked dazed, with a blush floating on his cheeks, but there was a blue-gray color under his eyes.
The gentle and elegant young man Lang has lost his grace.
Although his clothes are neat, traces of wrinkles are vaguely visible, and the sachet worn on his waist is even placed in the wrong direction.
It is completely different from the previous prince Hejun who paid great attention to appearance.
Prince He was walking in a hurry, his steps were light and graceful, as if he were walking on the clouds, and the servants following him could not even keep up with his steps.
For some reason today, it took a quarter of an hour longer than usual for Prince He to pay his respects to the Queen Mother.
He still looked dazed when he came out.
However, since he was the man assigned to Prince He by the Queen Mother, he naturally would not explore.
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He and the prince walked slowly until they reached an empty corner.
As the cold wind blew, he suddenly came back to his senses.
Looking at the scene in front of me, my eyes were full of regret.
What a beautiful peach blossom forest.
It's a pity that it was eradicated by the emperor's brother.
This was the mother's true love.
I don't know how sad the mother would be when she found out about this.
When he thought of his mother, he remembered the scene in Jing'an Palace just now, and the blush on his face became more and more obvious.
He actually did such a thing to his mother His mind gradually became trance-like again, as if he had entered a fantasy dreamland.
His mind was trapped in the charming fragrance of peach blossoms.
As the fragrant and creamy feeling slowly drifted away, he thought to himself as to what was wrong with him: