And the Ji Family Palace, the time went back a few days ago.

After the monsoon said goodbye to the little peach blossom, the group returned to the Qinglong Palace, and when they saw that the father and queen mother were already sitting in the dormitory, the two of them were smiling and looking very brisk.

Their relaxed smile was rarely seen by the monsoon, and in the past years, every time the father and queen mother looked at him, there was always a little pain, a little sadness, and a worry that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

"Father, mother. Monsoon respectfully saluted them, and it seemed that his health had improved in the past few days, and it seemed that it had reached their ears.

"Feng'er, come," the queen looked at her son with a kind face, who had worried her for eighteen years.

In fact, it is not that she is partial, but that her son was born frail and sickly, and was sentenced to death early without living more than twenty.

Maybe it's because Ji Yu is too healthy in comparison, so she naturally pays more attention to Ji Feng, and always feels that Ji Feng needs to be cared for more, so she will ignore Ji Yu's attention.

always thought that everyone could understand his feelings as a mother, but he ignored the desire of the little child for his mother, which can make sense, which caused so much resentment from his youngest son Ji Yu.

"The queen mother listened to Qingyun's report today, saying that your health has been getting better recently, and she came to see you with your father. ”

The queen put her hands on Monsoon's shoulders and carefully studied his countenance, and sure enough, as Qingyun said, the aura of illness had subsided a lot, and the whole person seemed to have a little more vividness.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really couldn't believe that such a healthy person-like complexion would appear on this son who was sentenced to death.

A line of tears rolled down uncontrollably: "Good, good, it's great." The smile was mixed with a heavy choked sob.

Even the king Ji Feifei, who has always been supreme, burst into tears in an instant.

This son, since he was born, has been suffering from illness, the old man Xuanji said that his life is only twenty, this is their first son, how can he be willing, but what can he do if he is not reconciled?

The old man Xuanji is the highest Taoist doctor in this land, if he says that he can't live, then he can't live.

But even so, when he was eleven years old, he almost went early, although he had no choice but to accept that he would not live to be twenty, how could he accept that he had gone to such a cruel thing at the age of eleven.

He still remembered that the spring of that year came very early, and when the whole northern land was not ready, the spring breeze had already warmed the whole land.

For a while, the zombie insects thawed, the earth became wet, and the rising qi of all things began to be disordered, and the already extremely weak body of the monsoon directly showed a decadent qi in this chaotic qi.

For a while, the entire Ji family's palace was full of chickens and dogs, and it was a mess, if it weren't for the timely arrival of the old man Xuanji, I'm afraid that his son would have been gone.

When the old man Xuanji arrived, the monsoon was already in a state of shock, and Ji Feifei remembered that when the old man Xuanji was rescued, the old man Xuanji said that the overlord of the world would rely on him to live.

So his son, less than twenty, can't die, and can't die.

The overlord of the world. Their Ji family in the northern land and the Yun family in the southern land have fought for thousands of years, and neither side has been able to overpower the other.

For all the emperors of the Ji Dynasty, the greatest ambition in his life is to unify the north and south. He knew that there was no hope left for him in this life, and he could only hope for his children and grandchildren.

The meaning of the old man's words is very clear, the son of the monsoon will become the overlord of the world, so before the birth of an heir, the monsoon will not die, and the monsoon cannot die.

This is also why he knew that Ji Feng would not live to be twenty years old, but he never made Ji Yu the crown prince, but arranged Ji Feng in the Qinglong Palace, which represented the East Palace, because he wanted his grandson to directly take over his throne.

Although he wronged Ji Yu in this way, he had to do it for the sake of the great cause of the Ji family's dynasty.

And now, it's time.

"Feng'er, your mother and father came here today to prepare for you to choose a concubine. Ji Feifei wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took the lead in breaking the joyful but sad atmosphere.

"Choosing a concubine?" Ji Feng was stunned for a moment, how could his body marry a wife?

He had never thought about marrying a wife, and if he was destined to live no more than twenty years old, then why would he ruin a woman's life.

"Yes, Feng'er," the queen has gradually regained her composure at this moment, "You see that your second brother married a concubine last year, you are the brothers of the same mother, of course the queen mother must hurry up and choose a concubine for you." ”

She looked at Monsoon's eyebrows full of relief, "Before, your body hadn't recovered yet, but now that you're well, naturally you can't delay any longer." ”

"Little hanger, let people bring things in. As he spoke, he turned around and ordered the eunuchs to take with him, and when he saw several palace maids each holding a bunch of painting scrolls in their hands, they rushed in.

"Feng'er, come and see, these are all painted by the queen mother, and all the women in the painting are the most dignified and elegant noble women in our northern land, which ones do you like, and the queen mother will arrange for them to enter the palace, and wait for you to choose slowly." ”

Ji Feng's face was already pale, he didn't expect that today's father and queen mother would come for this.

Don't say that he didn't think about marrying a wife and having children at all, even if he did, he definitely couldn't hurt any woman for his own selfishness.

In fact, he had no will to survive before, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of Little Peach Blossom and the nonsense that moved him, he always felt that living like this not only dragged down his father and queen mother, but also worried and sad for himself.

also caused Ji Yu to live in the inner struggle of being ignored by his father and queen mother, and his heart was full of guilt.

The deep guilt weighed down on him, and he wanted to get rid of it all, and he even thought of dying to escape.

But when they finally let go of this guilt and were ready to live a good life, they wanted to let themselves marry a woman, knowing that he couldn't give her happiness at all.

Do they want to let that boundless guilt overwhelm them again, and how can he continue to fight against fate......

"Queen Mother, I don't marry a concubine. "Monsoon is firm.

"Nonsense, the male should get married, the female should get married, you are the prince of the Ji family, shouldering the responsibility of passing on the family and extending the country, this marriage must be concluded, and you can't refuse. ”

This is the first time that Ji Feifei is so strong in front of Monsoon, and he has always compromised in the face of this son.

"If you don't choose, then your mother and I will choose for you. The voice was also sonorous, with the undeniable beak of the superior.

Monsoon was silent, he knew that they had already made up their minds, and it would be in vain for him to say more.

He looked blankly at the pile of scrolls, but suddenly the scene of painting a portrait of Little Peach Blossom that day flashed in his mind.

At this moment, he really hoped that she could be by his side, using her nonsense to drive away his sadness and helplessness, if she was there, she would definitely be able to do it.

However, he was destined to be disappointed, and the little peach blossom was gone.

When he returned to the Peach Blossom Stream again with an urgent mood, he searched every corner and did not see her figure, she seemed to have evaporated from the world, disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

He thought that Ji Yu kidnapped her in revenge, but looking at Ji Yu's expression, it seemed that he really didn't know.

So where would she go? How could such a big man disappear without leaving a trace in this palace?

Even, no one knew where she came from, she wasn't a maid at all, where did she come from, why did she come here, why did she suddenly disappear, where did she go, it all seemed to be a mystery that could not be explained.

Ji Feng sat in front of the desk in a daze, the painting tube at the foot of the table was full of portraits of the women who were elected to the concubines, but the portrait of the little peach blossom was spread on the desk, and the little peach blossom in the painting had a slight mouth and a reluctant face.

Monsoon smiled softly at the peach blossoms in the painting, and reached out to caress the slightly pouting mouth.

Every word that came out of that little mouth was always so arrogant, but it could always warm him like a warm current, reaching the bottom of his heart, making his heart, which had been cold for more than ten years, break the ice little by little.

Little Peach, where are you now?

He gently caressed her eyes, those eyes burned with a thick anger, just like every time she saw him, obviously with concern, but always angrily accusing him of not, what a duplicitous little girl.

Little Peach Blossom, you obviously said that you would cut the peach branches of the Peach Blossom Stream for me, so that I would not miss the flowers blooming and falling there.

Now the peach blossoms in the Peach Blossom Stream are about to bloom, and I have been forbidden to enter there again, but where have you gone?

Didn't we say we'd do what we said? Is there me in your heart? I'm sad here, will you remember me for a moment?

Little Peach, as long as you come back, I won't hold you accountable in the slightest, where did you come from? Why did you come? Where did you go? Why did you leave?

I won't ask you, in that case, would you like to come back?" Monsoon caressed the portrait gloomily......