"You're already so old, why are you crying over a disagreement?"
Just like when he was a child, he wiped the tears from her face with his long sleeves without hesitation.
"I'm just going to the palace to chant scriptures for three days. I'm not going to be back. Why are you crying?"
"Please don't go, brother..."
Ji Xiurong even tried to act like a spoiled child, but if that didn't work...
Then she really has run out of ideas.
You can't knock him out!
However, Ji Zhanzhong's dilemma has already given the answer.
Just when Ji Xiurong was taking appropriate countermeasures.
There was another urging voice outside the door.
"Master Wangchen? Have you packed everything? It's getting late..."
Ji Xiurong looked up eagerly into Ji Zhanzhong's eyes.
Pulling the corner of his robe with both hands.
"elder brother……"
She shook her head slightly, her face full of pleading.
Don't go...
But Ji Zhanzhong finally turned his face away and avoided Ji Xiurong's gaze.
Responded softly.
"That's good."
Ji Xiurong's heart broke bit by bit.
What should I do to prevent my brother from perishing?
Just as Ji Zhanzhong was about to pick up the package and go out, a greeting sounded outside the door:
"Mr. Jiang? Why are you here?"
Jiang Zhiyu is worried!
Xiurong is such a good kid. If I hadn't come, how could she have persuaded Ji Zhanzhong to change the plot?
Hearing the familiar heartbeat, Ji Xiurong suddenly felt at ease.
For some reason...
She always felt that in this world...
It seems that nothing can stump the Third Miss!
My brother is saved!
Hope reappeared in her eyes.
Looking at Ji Zhanzhong with sparkling eyes.
Ji Zhanzhong was a little confused and looked at Ji Xiurong inquiringly.
Ji Xiurong answered truthfully.
"Shishu Jiang is the Third Young Lady who helped me heal my face."
Ji Zhanzhong nodded, but he became wary.
Jiang Zhiyu tidied up the outside of the door and pushed it open.
I was shocked as soon as I entered the door.
[Oh my god, this is Concubine Yu's old lover, Ji Zhanzhong... No wonder he's been Concubine Yu's exclusive favorite for so many years!]
[This look is unmatched! I'd 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...]
[Coupled with this 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 watched Jiang Zhiyu come in and kept looking at him, with a strange light in his eyes...
At this moment, he was drooling...
He frowned uncomfortably and nodded with his palms raised.
"Amitabha."
[Ah, it's this extraordinary energy that makes me love you even more!]
"laugh……"
Ji Xiurong couldn't help it and chuckled softly with her hands covering her lips.
Ji Zhanzhong gave her a reproachful look, and she hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt Jiang Zhiyu's gaze.
"Miss Third, why are you here? Let me introduce you, this is my brother, his Buddhist name is Wangchen."
【Forget Dust...】
[How could I not forget Chen when I was making love with Yu Fei?]
When Ji Xiurong heard this, her cheeks turned red.
I couldn't help but cough twice, trying to interrupt Jiang Zhiyu's fantasy.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhiyu understood and returned the greeting.
"Ah, Master Wangchen, Amitabha..."
Ji Zhanzhong frowned slightly and waved his hand to offer him a seat.
"Since you are Ling'er's friend, please sit down."
[This statement is neither humble nor arrogant, and has a level of competence... On the surface, it seems to bring the relationship closer, but in fact it maintains distance.]
[The implication is that if it weren't for Xiurong, you might not even want to see me! Hey, interesting!]
Ji Xiurong was afraid that Jiang Zhiyu would be suspicious, so she quickly pulled her to sit at the table.
He also poured her a cup of tea.
Jiang Zhiyu didn't hesitate and asked directly:
"How's it going?"
Ji Xiurong pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.
[I knew it. If you succeed, wouldn't my trip be in vain?]
[There are some things you can't say yourself, and even if you do, he might not believe you... But as an official appointed by the imperial court, it's different!]
Ji Zhanzhong put down his package and sat down at the table.
He was just twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, acting like a great monk.
"My meditation room is quite far from the main hall. I wonder what brings you here, Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Zhiyu almost spit out the tea in his mouth when he heard this.
[Why does this line sound so much like 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'm 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 any further questions.
He just glanced at Ji Xiurong suspiciously.
Then he nodded calmly.
"Please speak, benefactor."
Jiang Zhiyu was too lazy to play Tai Chi with him and 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.
"Salvating the souls of the dead is the duty of Buddhism."
"His target is your sister!"
Jiang Zhiyu said this in a decisive tone, leaving Ji Zhanzhong stunned for a moment.
It took him a long time to regain his composure.
"Donor, you're joking. Monks are empty of the four elements..."
Jiang Zhiyu sneered and complained about Xiao Chuji without any mercy.
"Heh... the prerequisite for the Eight Elements to be empty is that one must be a monk! One must have Buddha in his heart to achieve the Four Elements to be empty..."
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