Chapter 171 This is the only chance that my brother can give you to live a good life! (Seeking

Ji Xiurong got on the carriage, but she was always worried.

Can she convince her brother?

Even if everyone believes that her brother is a monk, a cold Buddhist...

but only she knows!

Her brother became a monk when he was forced to do so!

She still remembers that when she was only a few years old, her stepmother gave birth to her younger brother.

The family, which was not rich to begin with, was even worse.

In the past, no matter how she tried to persuade him, even if she was scolded and written, she and her brother My brother could still fill his stomach.

But since my stepmother gave birth to my younger brother, she couldn't even drink porridge...

My brother was the same, he stopped studying.

He worked in the fields all day long, carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

My father didn't know, but she knew.

My brother and the child brought by my stepmother, Da Niu...

although they all worked in the fields together, Da Niu was strong and healthy, but he never worked hard.

He always snatched the pig grass that my brother cut and the firewood that my brother picked.

He returned home at night . At home, the elder brother's basket was very light.

But the elder brother's was full.

The elder brother was beaten a lot for this.

The father was not in charge of everything...

After the younger brother was born, he treated the stepmother even more harshly, turning a blind eye.

The trigger for the elder brother to become a monk...

was actually a small matter in daily life.

That winter, the stepmother went out and left her at home to take care of the younger brother.

The elder brother rarely had time to stay at home. Boil water for a bath.

In fact, on weekdays, my brother would just soak in the river.

But it was cold in winter.

The cold water was bone-chilling, so taking a bath became a very difficult task.

After my stepmother took Da Niu out, my brother took some time out from the busy schedule and wanted to boil water for a bath.

But my stepmother came home early.

Seeing my brother with his bare back and long hair,

she picked up the fire stick and started beating him.

She cursed him as she beat him.

"Useless thing! What's the point of me raising you? I have to find you a wife... You are such a grown-up boy, but you are just sitting at home eating idle meals..."

Later, they found out that the stepmother was just angry that Daniu failed in his marriage again.

She just took out her anger on her brother.

Seeing her brother being beaten to a pulp with his upper body naked, Ji Xiurong did try to resist.

But he was also grabbed by the hair and thrown against the wall.

Even his head was broken.

The elder brother Ji Zhanzhong just curled up to avoid the stick.

But when he saw the blood all over Ji Xiurong's little face, he finally couldn't help but resist.

He stood up and pushed the stepmother away, holding Ji Xiurong in his arms.

"We didn't eat for free! We worked!"

He was indignant.

"Hey, you didn't eat for free, right? Then why don't you bring back some money... Just that little bit of pig grass you cut is considered work? Can it be exchanged for a few copper coins?"

The stepmother scolded more and more fiercely.

"If you have the guts, take the little loser and move out! See if you can support her!"

It was this sentence that made the brother harden his heart and take Ji Xiurong, who was still a child, to the foot of Yuhua Mountain.

The two of them found an abandoned wooden house, and Ji Zhanzhong took her to beg for food.

Until she couldn't stand the cold winter and fell seriously ill.

Her father brought her stepmother to find her and secretly took her home.

But when she woke up again, her face began to turn black, red and swollen...

Her brother angrily took her back, and in order to treat her face, he asked the abbot of Yuhua Temple for help.

She survived, and her brother became a monk.

But fortunately, she never went hungry again...

Even though she was left with a long scar on her face by the naughty children who followed their mother to burn incense, she didn't feel it was that painful.

After all, even without the scar, she still didn't look good.

But her brother cried alone in the middle of the night.

He made up his mind to make a name for himself one day!

No one would dare to bully them again...

Now, the second prince has kindly appointed her brother to the palace to recite scriptures.

Ji Xiurong knew...

her brother would never give up this opportunity easily.

Even if she went back, she might not be able to persuade him.

With trepidation in her heart, Ji Xiurong finally arrived at Yuhua Temple.

Even if she hurried, when she got off the carriage, the people in the palace had already arrived.

Ji Xiurong went straight to Ji Zhanzhong, or should I say, Wangchen's Zen room.

"Brother, are you in there?"

Wang Chen was packing his bag, and he hadn't had time to tell his sister, who depended on him for everything, the good news.

Seeing her coming at the right time, he happily opened the door.

But he froze in place.

"You... Ling'er, your face..."

Ji Xiurong's eyebrows relaxed for a moment.

Seeing her brother, she felt relieved for no reason.

She squeezed into the meditation room, turned around and closed the door.

Pulling Wang Chen, she cut to the chase.

"Brother, my face is healed. It was Prime Minister Jiang's third daughter, Jiang Shishu in the palace, who helped me!"

Wang Chen was delighted.

Only in front of his sister, he didn't have to pretend to be a dusty person.

"That's a great thing! But... why did she help you?"

Ji Zhanzhong, who was well versed in human nature, didn't think that anyone would unconditionally help inferior people like them.

Ji Xiurong hesitated for a moment, but still didn't tell her about Jiang Zhiyu's honey trap.

Even though the person in front of her was her most trusted brother.

"I went to ask her for help. The Third Miss was kind-hearted. She didn't charge me for the consultation and allowed me to stay in the Grand Tutor's Mansion for recuperation."

Ji Zhanzhong frowned.

"Ling'er, pie won't fall from the sky. Even if it does, it won't fall on your head..."

"Well, I know, brother, what about you?"

Ji Zhanzhong was stunned.

Obviously, he didn't expect his sister to throw the question back.

Considering the time, Ji Zhanzhong's eyebrows relaxed and he said with a smile:

"What's wrong with me? The Second Prince once worshipped Buddha at Yuhua Temple, and we have met several times. It's not surprising that he gave me this opportunity to enter the palace."

Instead, he was somewhat contented. He

was proud that he could stand out among the hundreds of monks.

Ji Xiurong had expected this to happen and sighed.

"Brother, the Second Prince is not a good person, please don't go, okay?"

Ji Zhanzhong didn't care, and stood up to continue packing his bags.

"Ling'er, you haven't seen the Second Prince, don't talk nonsense."

He glanced at Ji Xiurong condescendingly and continued to speak.

"Besides, even if he has a bad character, what can it do? He is a prince, born with the qualification of injustice..."

"But..."

Seeing that he did not realize the seriousness of the problem at all, Ji Xiurong was so anxious that she snatched the cassock from his hand.

"Brother! The palace is too scary, I don't want you to go there, I'm worried about you!"

Ji Zhanzhong had already made up his mind and looked at her steadily.

"Ling'er, this is the only chance for your brother to let you live a good life!"

A good life...

But Ji Xiurong doesn't want to live a good life!

Now her face is healed, and she doesn't have to worry about food and clothing.

What good life does her brother want to pursue?

"But, brother, I just want you to live well..."

Ji Zhanzhong hasn't seen Ji Xiurong's tears for a long time.

Now seeing her delicate and beautiful face with tears in her eyes...

It makes him a little at a loss.