Luo Xing'er looked up from his arms, but was shocked. His ink hair flew across her lips. She saw that the face that she would never forget was King Ji.
They landed on the mountain, but the ice snake flew up and crawled obediently at his feet.
King Ji put her down, his face lightly: "Don't touch the spiritual medicine, this is the place guarded by this spiritual snake, it will fight you desperately."
"Sorry, I don't know that it's a master." Luo Xing'er said embarrassedly.
King Ji waved his hand, and the spirit snake flew back to the cliff obediently.
Then King Ji, since he left her behind, walked away.
Luo Xing'er was stunned. She felt that this King Ji was quite arrogant and cold, and she felt like she was not allowed to enter a stranger, but she didn't thank him yet. Over the years, every time she encountered danger, he always saved her, but she thanked her again.
There is no time to say anything.
Luo Xing'er chased after him, but found King Ji sitting under a plum tree playing the flute, with red clothes spreading on the snow. The flute sounded ancient but faintly with a hint of unspeakable sorrow.
It makes people feel inexplicably desolate.
After the song was finished, he put down the flute and King Ji started to cough.
Luo Xing'er hurried over and looked at him with a pale face. It seemed that his condition was quite serious and he even ran to such wilderness. If something happened, it would be troublesome.
"Prince, since you are not feeling well, why do you still have such ice and snow? It is not as warm as the mountain. Your body is attacked by cold air, which will only aggravate your illness."
King Ji said arrogantly: "I have been used to this kind of disease. If my father was not too persistent, I wouldn't care. Staying there all day long and listening to the arguments of a group of quack doctors is really boring. The elegant place in the mountains on weekdays,
It was also occupied by those women with makeup. I didn’t even want to find a quiet place, so it would be better to avoid it from afar.”
"..." Luo Xing'er was surprised. This man looked quite mature, but he seemed to be contrary to the scriptures and did not take his own body at all.
And it seems that he hates women. Fortunately, he is dressed in men's clothes, otherwise, he may also hate his approach.
Luo Xing'er sat under the red plum tree opposite him: "Listen to the sound of King Ji's flute, I'm very lonely. As a prince of a country, he has a high position and a powerful spiritual talent, he actually has a world-weariness. Is it in the prince's heart
, Is there nothing in this world worth attaching to?”
If the patient doesn't even care about the disease, then no matter how effective the medicine is, it cannot cure a person who ignores life.
This silent king had a prominent reputation, but it was very different from what he imagined. He was not like a politician who was soaked in blood and conspiracy in the palace, but like a banished immortal.
"Attachment? What is attachment?" King Ji looked at the light blue sky, his eyes were confused, but his heart in his chest was empty, and a bone-eroding pain inexplicably arose.
He never understood why he was born and why he lived in this world.
I have been frugal since I was a child and enjoyed all my glory, but I may not be happy. My heart is still empty. I always feel that there is something important in my life. I clearly want to find it, but I forgot it.
The memory of hard work is missing, but the memory disappears and becomes more and more blurred as the years go by.
Living is like a walking zombie!
What's the point?
"Don't the prince feel attached to anyone and want to live hard for them?" Luo Xing'er was surprised. This King of Silence seemed to be particularly indifferent in his feelings.
Love is the most important thing to maintain people's hearts. The heart is ruthless, and there is no one or goal to live for. It is like an empty shell. She feels that King Ji’s illness is not only physical, but also psychologically!