"Then have you ever thought that one day, she will grow old like me, but you will still remain young??" the emperor asked in a low and slow voice.
Zhishan fell silent for a moment.
His pair of dark and deep eyes just stared at the emperor in front of him quietly. His temples had begun to turn white, and his smooth forehead was covered with traces of time. The skin on his face had begun to loosen, and his lips had begun to loosen.
The wrinkles in the corners also slowly appeared bit by bit.
He is indeed no longer the young boy he remembered twenty years ago.
They once drank across the window, chanted poems and composed poems, and called each other brothers, but now he was standing in the palace as his adopted son.
After being silent for a long time, Zhishan finally opened his thin lips and said lightly: "I have thought about it, but I have not thought about it carefully."
"This is not like your style." The emperor put one hand on the desk, supporting his forehead, and the other hand gently knocked on the dragon chair.
"At most, I will go and soak in the Bamboo Clear Pond in Crescent Valley for seven or forty-nine days, get rid of the evil spirit, become a human, and grow old with her." Zhishan seemed to have been thinking about these words for a long time.
When he came out, the expression on his face was calm, without a trace of emotion.
"You want to wash away the demonic bones for her!?" The emperor was suddenly startled, stood up from the dragon chair, supported the desk with both hands, and said in disbelief: "You have practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and you just give up like this? Do you practice cultivation?
I have lived for so long, not just to become an immortal??”
"After becoming an immortal... without her around, what's the use?" Zhishan said to the emperor in an indifferent tone.
"Do you really love her so deeply??" The emperor straightened up, stepped off the throne, and stood beside Zhishan. His wise eyes flashed with complex expressions, and he looked at him and asked, "You know each other?"
But less than half a year ago, I heard rumors in the capital about the eldest lady of the Kaohsiung Palace, saying that she was foolish, silly, and couldn't speak. I think you didn't know her at that time."
"Yeah." Zhishan nodded lightly.
"Then in just half a year, can you be willing to give up thousands of years of practice for her??" Even though the emperor has been on the throne for so many years and has experienced many storms, at this moment, he still showed
Extremely surprised.
"This short period of half a year has made me realize how lonely I was in the thousands of years I spent." Zhishan was silent for a long time, and finally slowly opened his mouth and said to him: "Before I met her,
I think time is just static. Year after year, day after day, each day is no different from the previous day. But after meeting her, I found that different things are happening every day with her.
Every moment of my time, I couldn’t help but want to stop time so that my memories could be preserved forever.”
"..." The emperor suddenly fell silent after hearing his low voice.
After a long time, Zhishan heard him sigh softly and said: "When I heard you say that, I became curious about the eldest lady of the Kao Palace."
Zhishan stood there, not answering, just looking at him quietly.
"Fei Ran, you..." The emperor raised his head, his white silhouette reflected in his deep eyes. There were already some fine wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and he lost the look of his youth, but had a few more years.
