"Don't disturb Grandpa, Bing 'er," her stern father reprimanded her softly.
To him, Lu Sheng was the person who had given him a new life. Hence, he had to protect Lu Sheng's father's family.
He had thought that this kind of life could last for a long time. However, everything changed five years ago when the Indefinite Cult made their move.
"Grandpa, this is for you."
A gentle breeze blew past. The four windmills were each newer than the last. The first one was already yellowed.
"I've investigated the people from the Clear Prince Mansion. It's the Indefinite Cult from the Taoist Sect," Bai Songzi said drily. "I might be slightly busier these days. I'll have less time to visit you."
Someone advised Lu Sheng to hire a servant, but he declined with a smile.
"Uncle …"
"They're very powerful," Bai Songzi replied calmly. "However, we're nothing to them for now. Whether it's the Moon Prince Mansion or the Clear Prince Mansion, we're just small fries to them."
Sometimes, when there were fewer patients, he would blow on the windmill. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out as he smiled.
From afar, he looked like an extraordinary young master. Up close, his features were picturesque, and his temperament was cold.
"I see … I see!" Lu Sheng laughed loudly. He turned around and left. He had no reluctance to leave.
This was how he had been guarding the Moon Prince Mansion for decades.
The faint cries of babies could be heard in the heavy snow. There were also the soft singing of adults.
Bai Songzi looked at the Moon Prince's relieved expression. In the end, he did not tell him that the Indefinite Cult had already sent their men.
"Uncle … Uncle …"
However, to him, demons with pure emotions were more trustworthy than humans.
When he returned to the medical center, the three windmills on the medicine cabinet were placed side by side. As the breeze blew, the windmills spun. Lu Sheng walked over and gently removed the windmills. After some thought, he placed them in a corner of the medicine cabinet.
Yes, she had not wronged anyone. The only person she had wronged was herself.
"That's good …" The Moon Prince did not dare to dwell on it. The people around him had left one by one. He was the only one left to take care of her, Yuan Yuanyuan and Yuan Liuliu.
Lu Sheng asked someone to clean her up and change her clothes. Then, he personally made her a medicinal soup and carefully fed it to her every day.
"Grandpa, do you like windmills?" the girl continued to ask.
After standing there for some time, he suddenly laughed in a low voice.
All of a sudden, her pupils dilated and her entire body stiffened. Her hand suddenly loosened as she lost all strength.
"You're here to visit an old man like me again?" The Moon Prince had long since learned of Bai Songzi's identity.
It had been decades … The West Cliff Dynasty had disintegrated a long time ago. Now, warlords ruled the land. Since the Moon Prince Mansion commanded the army and had the support of the Crane King Cave, they managed to hold their own in this chaotic world.
After holding out for so many years, the conflict between the School of Spring and Autumn and the Indefinite Cult had escalated to a point where he could no longer come into contact with them.
The wrinkles on his face quickly disappeared, and he regained his youthfulness. His turbid eyes quickly became clear and sharp. In just a short moment, he had regained his peak body when he was in his twenties.
"Oh …" The little girl pouted and did not dare to speak.
Lu Sheng was taking her father's pulse. When he heard the noise, he looked up.
"Uncle … Tell me, what's the point of living?" Under the dim yellow light, she was covered by a thick blanket. However, she was still shivering from the cold.
Xu Zijun's body was severely swollen. No one knew how long he had been sick.
"Yes … Grandpa likes it very much …" Lu Sheng replied with a smile.
The Moon Prince was already more than a hundred years old. If the Crane King Cave's secret technique did not extend his life, he might have passed away a long time ago.
She wore a tattered cotton jacket. Her body was dirty. Her hair, face, and hands were covered in a thick layer of dirt.
…
"That's good … that's good …" The Moon Prince sighed in relief.
Xu Zijun's scrawny hands trembled slightly. His strength grew stronger and stronger.
On his way back from the market, he saw Xu Zijun sitting on the stone steps by the street.
"That's a windmill," he replied with a gentle smile.
"Your Highness, Moon Prince." Bai Songzi was dressed in white. His long sleeves fluttered as he walked into the courtyard slowly.
"Grandpa Lu, what's that?" What's that? "a little girl who was only two years old asked in a childish voice as she pointed at the windmill on the medicine cabinet.
"It's been cold here lately, and the weather isn't great. I've built a residence in the south. Why don't you move there and recuperate, Moon Prince?" he suggested again.
Good was good, and bad was bad. The demons were more straightforward than humans.
"It's alright. We have more important matters to attend to. The Clear Prince's Mansion is our mortal enemy. After fighting for so many years, they're finally showing their true colors. "The Moon Prince sighed. "I wonder what this Indefinite Cult is …"
His only regret now was that his son had left to cultivate for decades. He had almost forgotten how Little Jing looked like.
He calmed himself down and continued treating Bing 'er's father. Then, he closed the medical center and left the town slowly.
He had tried his best to prevent the Moon Prince's Mansion and the Crane King Cave from participating in the battle between the two Taoist sects. However, the Moon Prince's Mansion could not withstand the repercussions of the battle between the two colossal sects.
"Are they powerful?" The Moon Prince was stunned.
The plague was severe. It was said that it spread from Zhong Quan's place of service. The Zhong Family members either died or left. The only old lady was nowhere to be found.
After the Divine Martial General passed away, the local warlords declared themselves kings, and the disputes never ended.
She was already very old, and she had experienced too many ups and downs. It was a miracle that she had survived until now.
The laughter grew louder and louder.
Xu Zijun's funeral was not attended. She had lost all her relatives due to the plague. Lu Sheng only bought a coffin and found someone to build a simple grave for her before he buried her.
"Why are you here?" Lu Sheng tossed the vegetables aside and hastily spent some money to hire someone to carry her to the medical center.
However, her illness was only secondary. The real reason was the exhaustion of her internal organs. It was the natural lifespan of her internal organs.
"Alright. After all, there's no point for me to stay here alone. "The Moon Prince smiled helplessly. "I wonder where Jing 'er is now …?" He remembered his only son who had left on his own years ago.
He returned to the Xu Family's old home.
Lu Sheng stood quietly in front of the mansion. As he listened to the sounds inside, he felt as if something in his heart was growing brighter and clearer.
As a demon king, he had Lu Sheng's high-level Pure Qi. In addition to that, he cultivated the high-level Dao Scripture. His cultivation base was improving.
The mansion was now occupied by someone else. The old tree inside had also sprouted.
The Moon Prince Mansion.
Xu Zijun looked up and saw Lu Sheng as well.
Lu Sheng walked over and took down a windmill. He wanted to pass it to Bing'er. However, the little girl was very sensible. She shook her head and refused to take it.
Gradually, his hair turned from white to green. He looked younger. His hunched back quickly straightened up.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep … you're already very tired." Lu Sheng held her hand tightly. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Thank goodness … thank goodness … I didn't betray the Zhong Family, I didn't betray my parents … It's a pity for my Quan 'er …"
After an unknown period of time, snow engulfed the entire town overnight. Everything within sight was covered in a silvery-white color.
Lu Sheng had no choice but to return the windmill to its original spot.
"One of the Taoist sects," Bai Songzi said in a deep voice.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Lu Sheng added a charcoal stove for her. He tried to make the bedroom warmer.
He returned to the medical center helplessly. Lu Sheng asked around for news about the Zhong Family, but there was no news.
"…"
His complexion was unwell as well. It was abnormally sallow and pale.
He thought that life would go on like this. However, one day, he heard a rumor that the Zhong Family was struck by a plague.
"Why? I don't know … "He smiled." I just thought that since the heavens let us live, we should live well. It's not a waste of our time in this world. "
Lu Sheng was preparing medical tools. He was stunned when he saw the red windmill in her hand.
However, that was all.
The Moon Prince slowly tugged at the blanket on his knees, pulling it up a little more.
A few days later, the girl came again. She followed her father for a follow-up. However, this time, she had a brand new windmill in her hand.
When he heard her, Lu Sheng slowly moved to the front of the bed.
Until a year later …
Bai Songzi remained silent. She only bowed slightly and turned to leave.
Lu Sheng put his hand down. He looked at the row of windmills. Suddenly, he felt as if something had cracked in his heart.
Xu Zijun held Lu Sheng's hand tightly. She lay on the bed. Suddenly, she saw the windmill on the medicine cabinet turning slowly. Tears streamed down her face.
She suddenly recalled many things. She still remembered when she was young. She held her brother's hand as they ran around the medical center. The windmill in her hand looked so beautiful …
He hesitated for a moment, but he did not reject the offer. He exchanged a piece of sugar biscuit for the windmill. Then, he carefully placed the new windmill beside the previous three.
He would open the door early every day when the sky was gray and bright. He would open the door until night fell.
"Naturally, the lord is safe and sound. We can feel it," Bai Songzi replied.
"I've always wanted to live well." Xu Zijun smiled as well. "But I can't live well …"
This time, no matter what he did, he would not be able to delay it.
A while ago, the Indefinite Cult's fourth order of surrender had arrived.
However, as he grew older, he no longer had the ambition to rule the world. He merely wanted to live by the little bit of property he had.
Lu Sheng sat quietly at the side. He patted Xu Zijun's hand with both hands.
Days passed. He returned to his usual routine of seeing patients.
In particular, the little red hook between his eyebrows added a touch of flirtatiousness to his indifference.
Lu Sheng hastily paid someone to drive an ox cart to bring him there. However, when he arrived, the Zhong Residence was already empty. There was no one there.
After holding on for more than ten days, Xu Zijun's breathing grew weaker. She could not hold on any longer.
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