That night, many doctors rushed to the Plum Garden, and the news that Yan Yiming's face was disfigured spread throughout the Plum Garden.
The group of young actresses were excitedly discussing how her face got ruined, but they couldn't help but look forward to it. After all, without Yan Yiming's pretty face, they would no longer be able to hold Master Jian tightly like before.
But unexpectedly, after Yan Yiming got his face injured, Jian Yuyan stayed in the Plum Garden longer and longer. Later, someone whispered that they saw with their own eyes a hideous wound as long as a finger on Yan Yiming's face, which looked scary from a distance. But that person also said that Master Jian didn't seem to be afraid at all, and he even personally dressed and applied medicine to Yan Yiming who was still unconscious. The seriousness and sadness in his eyes were something they had never seen before.
Yan Yiming is no longer good-looking. Some people feel that they finally have a chance, but some people know that they will never have another chance.
The Plum Garden is still the same as before. The only difference is that doctors with medicine boxes come and go every day. In the courtyard at the southernmost end of the Plum Garden, you can smell the bitter aroma of medicine if you get close.
The wound on Yan Yiming's face was too deep and too long, and it would not disappear no matter what. The doctor tactfully said that no matter what medicine was used, it would be useless. However, Jian Yuyan still patiently applied the moisturizing ointment carefully and gently to the scar.
Something is better than nothing.
After applying the medicine, Jian Yuyan stroked her cheek with his fingers, as if caressing the familiar outline. Finally, he held her hand and prayed softly, "A Ming, please wake up soon."
Yan Yiming finally woke up two nights later.
In fact, Yan Yiming was awake all the time, but he was not willing to wake himself up for the time being, so he just stayed like that and played checkers with Xiaopingguo.
Jian Yuyan's favorability had reached perfection after his face was disfigured that day, which meant that Yan Yiming could actually just let go and leave. However, this time the system did not directly tell the user to end his life in an hour like last time, but instead extended the time limit to one month.
Yan Yiming had experienced Jian Yuyan's meticulous care for a few days. Some things had not been dealt with yet, so he was not very eager to leave. However, he did not understand why the system did not urge him to leave. He put down the checkers in his hand and
"Why?"
"It's not over yet..." Little Apple muttered to herself, but business was more important.
"You asked me before what other differences there are between SSR and SR cards besides having slightly higher stats. There are indeed some differences," said Little Apple. "Each SSR card plays a very important role in the entire storyline. If R and SR promote the development of the entire plot, then SSR is the explosion point when the plot develops to a certain period. Now we are just a little bit away from that explosion point."
Yan Yiming didn’t really care how long she would stay. She was more concerned about staying for another month and whether she would be rewarded with extra diamonds after completing the task.
"Of course I will," Little Apple assured, "I'm so generous!"
"I like your generosity," Yan Yiming said with satisfaction, "Please keep it up in the future. Now, it's time for us to go back."
If he didn't go back, relying on ancient technology, he would have starved to death instead of dying of illness after being in a coma for so many days.
Since that day, Jian Yuyan could never sleep well every night. When he closed his eyes, he would always think of the first time he saw Yan Yiming, the beautiful woman's clear eyes and the sweet voice like a yellow oriole.
After half a year, he let go of Jian Yuer, who had been in his heart for so many years, and fell in love with a woman named "A Ming".
Jian Yuyan once dreamed of a day when there would be no more so-called blood feuds, no more suffocating responsibilities, and he would leave the imperial city and travel with A Ming in the free world.
A beautiful gallery, a woman's melodious voice, and the endless joy and freedom expressed in her writing.
That was the scene in his dream that he had hidden deep in his heart but had never mentioned, and he didn't even dare to think about it in his spare time.
But more often than not, he always dreamed of Yan Yiming lying in his arms, clearly in extreme pain but still asking him if they were still like this. He dreamed of Jian Yuer holding a blood-stained gold hairpin in her hand, explaining to him over and over again that it was not her who did it.
Suddenly Jian Yuyan woke up.
The plum garden was already silent in the middle of the night. It was pitch dark, but after gradually getting used to it, I could vaguely see the bed curtains swaying gently in the night breeze. When I turned around, Yan Yiming's intact left face was still beautiful.
Jian Yuyan looked at her for a long time, gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, and finally slowly slid down to her waist and held her tightly in his arms.
When he woke up from the dream, he was actually very satisfied to see her, Jian Yuyan thought, but he still selfishly wanted more. He wished she could talk to him like before.
The person in his arms moved very slightly, and Jian Yuyan's body suddenly stiffened, and his heart seemed to stop for a moment. After a long while, the woman's very pleasant but weak voice came into his ears from his arms.
"Zi'an, what time is it..."
Without any warning, Jian Yuyan's eyes suddenly became wet.
Jian Yuyan opened his mouth to calm down the excitement at that moment, and finally hugged her tightly again with his slightly trembling hands.
"It's the morning hour..."
It's almost dawn.
Yan Yiming "finally" woke up. The little girl watched her tremblingly as she sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at her face in the mirror that had been marred by scars. She remembered that Master Jian had just told her not to let Yan Yiming look in the mirror before he left for something, but if Yan Yiming insisted on looking, she couldn't stop him at all.
She was afraid that Yan Yiming would suddenly collapse when he saw this face, but Yan Yiming stared at it for a while and was unexpectedly calm. He frowned and said, "It's really a bit ugly when you look at it this way."
Little Apple looked away speechlessly. With such a long wound, of course it would be ugly.
I didn't feel any pain when I shut down my senses, but now my senses are still recovering. Yan Yiming pulled the corner of his lips and said, "It still hurts a little."
"Regret it?"
"Regret?" Yan Yiming smiled, "Not really, I'm very satisfied."
This cruel blow cut off all of Jian Yuyan's thoughts about Jian Yuer, and also extinguished some useless weakness in Jian Yuyan's heart. It also achieved the last step of her strategy. What was there to regret?
If it doesn't look good, just don't look in the mirror recently. As for the pain, the worst has passed. This level now is just a joke.
Looking back at the little girl with a worried look on her face, Yan Yiming smiled and asked her to come over to help her comb her hair.
The little girl was stunned for a moment, probably still thinking about whether to comfort her daughter, and ended up being a little slow. Yan Yiming gave her a mischievous look, "Are you scared? How about I find a face towel to cover your face..."
"How could it be!"
The little girl's eyes turned red and she hurried over. She took the comb from Yan Yiming's hand. Her long hair was still as beautiful as a waterfall. How could it be so beautiful...
Yan Yiming could see the girl crying even when he stared at the bronze mirror. He couldn't help but tease her again, "You cry so much. What are you going to do when I'm gone?"
"Where are you going when you're gone?" the little girl said in a daze, "Master Jian told me to serve you all the time."
In her imagination, Yan Yiming could no longer be an actor, and his only path in the future was to follow Jian Yuyan. Since Jian Yuyan allowed her to serve Yan Yiming forever, she really couldn't understand what this sentence meant.
Yan Yiming did not explain. He saw her skillfully tie up her long hair but still look at her injured face. Her eye circles turned red. Yan Yiming was helpless and found a veil to cover her face.
Hiding the hideous wound, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, as well as the tiny red mole at the end of her eye, looked exactly like Jian Yuyan's previously unfinished painting of a beauty.
That was a painting that Jian Yuyan had done when they were out for a trip. Yan Yiming was wearing a white gauze dress with a faint veil on her face, which made her look more mysterious than when her face was exposed. Jian Yuyan drew the outline on the paper with just a few strokes.
It was just an outline at first, but now the painting is almost finished. Without thinking too much, you can tell that Jian Yuyan completed it stroke by stroke during the days when Yan Yiming was unconscious.
Yan Yiming put the painting aside, spread out the paper again, put the tip of the pen on the paper, and in a short while he sketched out a man's face.
When Jian Yuyan came back, Yan Yiming was wearing a veil, covering his scars, and still looked the same as before. When he approached, he saw the familiar figure on the paper and smiled, "Nice painting."
Yan Yiming turned around and gave him a glare before laughing, "Why was there no sound at all? You scared me."
"I can see you are so serious that I can't bear to disturb you," the doctor said Yan Yiming still needed to rest, so he dared not overwork himself. Jian Yuyan stayed with Yan Yiming for a while and then took the pen from her hand.
“I haven’t finished painting yet…”
"There will be plenty of time in the future, just paint slowly." Jian Yuyan pulled her back to the room, took off the veil on her cheek, and applied medicine to her as carefully and skillfully as before, "Did you take the medicine?"
"I drank it." Actually, it was taken care of by Xiao Pingguo. Yan Yiming looked up at Jian Yuyan's face, which was very close to him. Feeling the cool touch of the place where the medicine was applied, he asked him, "Is this scar ugly?"
Jian Yuyan paused and said, "Yes." Seeing her raise her eyebrows, Jian Yuyan frowned and said, "You knew that leaving a scar would be ugly, but you were so cruel. Doesn't it hurt?"
"It hurts," Yan Yiming covered his chest and pretended to be pitiful, "It hurts, Zi'an, are you angry?"
I was angry, of course I was angry. I was angry that she didn't care about me. But when I saw her like that, all my anger turned into heartache and guilt.
It hurts enough, why is she still angry? If he had never made her feel at ease, this wouldn't have been the ending.
"Well... now it doesn't look good anymore, do you dislike it..."
Meeting Yan Yiming's slightly uneasy gaze, Jian Yuyan sighed helplessly, put the medicine aside, pulled her to sit on his lap, and gently touched her still pale lips, but Yan Yiming took the initiative to kiss her.
Jian Yuyan was afraid of touching her wound accidentally, but he couldn't bear to refuse, so he held her and deepened the kiss. After a long time, Yan Yiming snorted softly and then let her go in a hurry. He asked her guiltily if it hurt when the wound was touched.
"It doesn't hurt," Yan Yiming said with a smile in his eyes. The look in his eyes was one that he loved and loved very much. Jian Yuyan chuckled.
The little maid outside said that Yumei and others from the Plum Garden came to visit Yan Yiming. Yan Yiming put away his smile and said nothing. Seeing that Jian Yuyan had suddenly lost his leisure and ease, he asked the little maid to send them away and said to her in a gentle voice, "You said you liked drama at the beginning. If you can't really be with me, you might as well stay in this Plum Garden. Now this Plum Garden may not be able to stay any longer. Ah Ming, are you willing to go back to the Jian Mansion with me?"
Yan Yiming was sitting on his legs at this moment, with his arms around his neck. He was silent for a long time after hearing this, and finally suddenly turned his eyes away and asked him in a low voice, "Miss Jian doesn't like..."
"Her likes and dislikes have nothing to do with us."
"But I am an actor..."
"You have only sung for me. You are not an actor at all."
Yan Yiming laughed and scolded, and after a while he said, "What about Prime Minister Jian? You haven't married yet..."
Yan Yiming didn't say it directly, but his meaning was very clear. When he was not around, she was just an actor, but Prime Minister Jian would definitely care. Jian Yuyan wanted to bring an actor back home without getting married yet, and Prime Minister Jian would definitely not agree.
I haven't married yet.
"But I just want to marry you," Jian Yuyan said slowly, "Jian... I will take care of your father's affairs. You don't have to worry. Just wait for me to take you back."
Yan Yiming said "OK" and didn't ask any more questions. He jumped out of his arms and said, "Then take advantage of these days and go out with me."
Jian Yuyan thought she said that she would lose this free life after entering the Jian Mansion, so he smiled helplessly and said, "Even if you enter the Jian Mansion, it's not a big deal if you want to go out and play."
Yan Yiming just smiled without saying anything, picked up the veil and covered his face again.
It is early summer now. The Xiaonan Lake in Gucheng is rippling with blue waves and the lakeside scenery is charming. Occasionally, a boat will paddle through the lotus pond, leaving behind a glimpse of the beautiful figure of the woman on the boat.
Some people also met the famous Master Jian in the capital, and the beautiful woman with her face covered appearing in every corner of Jinling. Some said that she saw Master Jian painting for the woman, while others said that she saw Master Jian combing her hair.
Jiang Yi once again saw Jian Yuyan and Yan Yiming appear in the familiar teahouse, but this time they were not sitting by the window as last time. Jian Yuyan left for a while for some reason. After he left, someone asked him to go upstairs, saying that a girl wanted to talk to him.
Jiang Yi was surprised, it turned out that Yan Yiming had seen him early on.
After pushing open the door, Yan Yiming was still wearing a veil, and he didn't take it off even when drinking tea. Seeing the confusion on Jiang Yi's face, Yan Yiming smiled and said, "I'm afraid that this thing will scare Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Yi frowned slightly.
Yan Yiming turned her face away, and the breeze blew over her veil, lifting a corner of it, revealing her beautifully contoured jaw, but also a hideous scar.
Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment. He was a calm man and could not react for a while. "...This is..."
"It's scratched."
"Who got scratched?"
"Myself."
Why……
But he didn't ask it out loud. Being such a smart man, he guessed the reason almost in an instant.
When Jian Yuyan came back, there was an extra teacup on the table. Yan Yiming smiled and explained to him that he had just met Young Master Jiang. Then he specifically explained that he was the Young Master Jiang who had won the top three places in the imperial examinations and was now doing very well.
Jian Yuyan's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, "When did you meet him?"
"It's been a while." Yan Yiming blinked his eyes. "Mr. Jiang is not only talented, but also very handsome."
Jian Yuyan gritted his teeth and asked, "How beautiful is it?"
Facing Yan Yiming's teasing gaze, Jian Yuyan was really angry and amused. Yan Yiming pretended to think, and finally said, "It's still a little bit worse than Zi'an."
Jian Yuyan was satisfied and handed her the small paper bag. The golden chestnut candy grains were clearly visible. "This is the first time I know you like these snacks."
"Actually I don't like it very much, I just suddenly wanted to eat one," Yan Yiming picked up one and put it in his mouth. In fact, he deliberately sent Jian Yuyan away for a while. In fact, he couldn't remember what he wanted and suddenly thought of this.
Looking up at the sky, the setting sun has dyed the entire Jinling into red and gold. The candy slowly melts in the mouth, leaving behind a slightly rough sweet taste.
Another day has passed, and now it’s time to start the final countdown.
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