Chapter 172 How could she not forget Wang Chen when she was making love with Concubine Yu?

"You are so old, why do you cry when you disagree?"

He wiped the tears from her face with his long sleeves like he did when he was a child.

"I just went to the palace to recite scriptures for three days. I'm not not coming back. Why are you crying?"

"Don't go, okay? Brother..."

Ji Xiurong even tried to act coquettishly . If it still doesn't work...

then she is really at the end of her rope. She

can't knock him out!

However, Ji Zhanzhong's dilemma has already given the answer.

Just when Ji Xiurong was trying to find a solution.

There was another urging from outside the door.

"Master Wang Chen? Are you ready? It's getting late..."

Ji Xiurong looked up at Ji Zhanzhong's eyes anxiously.

With both hands, she pulled the corner of his cassock.

"Brother..."

She shook her head gently, with a pleading look on her face.

Don't go...

But Ji Zhanzhong finally turned his face away, avoiding Ji Xiurong's eyes.

She replied softly.

"That's good."

Ji Xiurong's heart broke a little bit.

What should she do to prevent her brother from going to destruction?

Seeing that Ji Zhanzhong was about to pick up the package and go out, a greeting came from outside the door:

"Shishu Jiang? Why are you here?"

Jiang Zhiyu was worried!

[Xiurong is so obedient. If I didn't come, how could she persuade Ji Zhanzhong and change the direction of the plot? ]

Hearing the familiar voice in her heart, Ji Xiurong suddenly felt relieved.

I don't know why...

She always feels that in this world...

there seems to be nothing that can stump the third lady!

Brother is saved!

Hope rose in her eyes again.

Looking at Ji Zhanzhong with sparkling eyes.

Ji Zhanzhong was a little confused and questioned Ji Xiurong with his eyes.

Ji Xiurong answered truthfully.

"Jiang Shishu is the third lady who helped me heal my face."

Ji Zhanzhong nodded, but he was on guard.

Jiang Zhiyu cleared the door outside and pushed it open.

He was shocked as soon as he entered.

[Oh my god, this is Ji Zhanzhong, the old lover of Concubine Yu... No wonder he has won Concubine Yu's exclusive favor for many years! ]

[Who else has this look! I would like to call him the most handsome bald man in history. 】

【Tsk tsk tsk, look at those thick eyebrows and big eyes, and then look at those broad shoulders and thin waist...】

【With such a cool and noble temperament, not to mention Yu Fei who has never tasted any good food, even a female bandit like me would... slurp...】

Ji Zhanzhong looked at Jiang Zhiyu and kept looking at her after she came in, with a strange light in her eyes...

At this moment, she was even slurping her saliva...

Uncomfortably frowned, raised her palm and nodded.

"Amitabha."

【Ah, it's this extraordinary energy that makes people love her even more, what can I do!】

"Tsk..."

Ji Xiurong couldn't help it anymore, and chuckled with her hands covering her lips.

Ji Zhanzhong gave her a reproachful look, and she hurriedly stood up to interrupt Jiang Zhiyu's looking.

"Miss Third, why are you here? Let me introduce you, this is my brother, and his Buddhist name is Wangchen."

[Wangchen...]

[How could he not forget Wangchen when he was making love with Concubine Yu and loving her like crazy!]

Ji Xiurong blushed quietly when she heard this.

She couldn't help but cough twice, trying to interrupt Jiang Zhiyu's daydreaming.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhiyu understood and came back to his senses.

"Ah, Master Wangchen, Amitabha..."

Ji Zhanzhong frowned slightly and waved his hand to let him sit.

"Since you are Ling'er's friend, please sit down."

[This is said neither humbly nor arrogantly, and with level... On the surface, it seems to bring the relationship closer, but in fact it keeps a distance.]

[The implication is that if it weren't for Xiurong, you might not like me! Hey, interesting! 】

Ji Xiurong was afraid that Jiang Zhiyu would be careless, so he hurriedly pulled her to sit at the table.

He also poured her a cup of tea.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't do any ink and asked directly:

"How did you say it?"

Ji Xiurong pursed his lips and shook his head gently.

[I knew that if you succeeded, wouldn’t my trip be in vain? ]

[There are some things you can't say yourself. Even if you say it, he may not believe it... But I, the court official, are different! 】

Ji Zhanzhong put down the package and sat at the table.

He was just twisting the Buddhist beads in his hand, acting like an eminent monk.

"The poor monk's monastery is far away from the main hall. I wonder why Donor Jiang came here?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

[How come this line is so similar to what he said when he first met Yu Fei? 】

Ji Xiurong, who originally didn't think there was anything wrong, was about to spit out tea after hearing this...

"Let me be frank, I came here for Xiurong."

Xiurong?

Although Ji Zhanzhong didn't say anything, he also reacted.

Although he didn't know why his sister called herself Xiurong, he didn't ask much. He

just glanced at Ji Xiurong suspiciously.

Then he nodded calmly.

"Donor, please speak."

Jiang Zhiyu was too lazy to play Tai Chi with him, so she said bluntly:

"The second prince summoned you to the palace, but you can't go."

Ji Zhanzhong was mentally prepared and was not too surprised.

"It is the Buddhist's duty to save the dead."

"His target is your sister!"

Jiang Zhiyu said decisively, which made Ji Zhanzhong stunned for a moment.

It took him a long time to reflect and regain his composure.

"Donor, you are joking. Monks are free from the four elements..."

Jiang Zhiyu sneered and complained about Xiao Chuji without mercy.

"Hehe... The premise of the eight elements being free is that he must be a monk! He must have Buddha in his heart to be able to achieve the four elements being free..."

She rolled her eyes at Ji Zhanzhong, who was also a monk, and laughed:

"Why, those who shave their heads are all great monks?"

This implicit meaning made Ji Xiurong panic.

She was worried that Third Miss was beginning to dislike her brother.

She hurriedly tried to make up for him:

"Third Miss, calm down. Your brother doesn't know anything."

Ji Zhanzhong had no time to care about Jiang Zhiyu's insinuations. He just looked at Ji Xiurong thoughtfully.

If what the woman in front of him said was true...

then...

he would never enter the palace.

Even if he had to be a poor monk for the rest of his life, he couldn't joke about Ling'er's life.

Although he was in Buddhism, he had heard about the horror of the palace.

A woman's life was worthless inside those high walls...

He couldn't let Ling'er sacrifice her life because of his selfish desires.

He put down the Buddhist beads in his body and turned to look at Jiang Zhiyu.

"What should I do?"

[Humph, you don't call yourself a poor monk anymore? 】 【You are a good boy who knows what's best for

you. If you keep talking to me, I will give you a pack of knockout drugs and make you sleep for three days and three nights! 】