Chapter 151 Running to See Her
Jiaying heard that there were many critical voices.
Perhaps it is the soul of the Holy Son of all generations that is not stained by the dust.
Look at what you are doing?
Do you dare to open your eyes and look at yourself in the mirror?
But soon, he was immersed in the dream again.
He kept hypnotizing himself that he should forget it, but he still had that kind of dream.
When she ran towards him on a rainy night, he wanted to catch her openly and kiss her generously between heaven and earth.
He could still hear her voice.
She said, Jiaying, people don’t die with honor. What people can really hold on to in the gaps of time is the memory of a life well lived.
"National Master."
"Sir Holy Son."
Jiaying was dazed, and after a while, he realized that both identities were him.
Possessing the greatest power in the world, he is noble and dignified.
Life is perfect and nothing is lacking.
Except that I can’t have the one I love.
Jiaying soaked his hands in the clear water in the jade basin and washed them clean.
Get dressed.
He just said, "Come in."
The acolyte reported again, "Prince Rui's secret guards have appeared in the temple. According to reliable sources, they appear to be intending to assassinate Concubine Gong, who is staying here today."
Having said this, he stopped talking and stood aside.
If one stayed at Yongning Temple, he would be a guest of the temple. If Yongning Temple wanted to be protected, the royal family would not be allowed to act recklessly in the temple.
He waited for a few moments and saw that the Holy Son was just sitting in front of the table, spreading out the paper tip without saying a word. He then understood what the Holy Son meant. The temple was too lazy to take care of it and let Ji Weiming deal with it.
The monk silently chanted a Buddhist chant, feeling sorry for the short-lived Concubine Gong.
"But strangely enough, Prince Rui didn't kill anyone today."
"He went to visit Concubine Gong, and they had a very pleasant conversation. In the end, he left in high spirits."
Ji Weiming's secret guard camp actually returned empty-handed.
Jiaying finally turned his attention to the acolyte, "Go on."
The acolyte stepped forward respectfully, lowered his head, and whispered, "The interaction between Prince Rui and that woman was somewhat ambiguous."
Every statue of deity and Buddha, every brick and tile, is covered with monks' eyes, and the monitoring array listens to every movement in detail.
Ji Weiming, like other nobles, was monitored in every move he made in the Yongning Temple.
Jiaying knew Ji Weiming very well.
Ji Weiming was definitely not a reckless person. He knew there were surveillance cameras inside the temple, but he still couldn't help himself...
Ji Weiming has been in a gloomy mood for quite some time. Who has the ability to turn his sadness into joy overnight?
Unless someone he likes comes.
This inference illuminated Jiaying's chaotic mind like a bolt from the blue.
"National Master."
The acolyte stared in astonishment at the inkstone that had been swept to the ground. Before he could ponder why the dignified Saint had behaved so unsteadily, Jiaying caught him and asked,
"What did the woman he met look like?"
The acolyte hesitantly replied, "I can't see clearly because of the veil."
"Where do you live?"
"Hong, Hongfengju."
Jiaying let go of him and muttered to himself, "I want to see her."
After saying that, he walked out the door.
Despite the falling night, the visiting hours had already passed.
There were a lot of people following behind him, saying something nonsense.
Jiaying could no longer hear.
At first he was able to maintain his status and just walked quickly, but later he lifted the hem of his monk's robe and started running.
There was a chance that the woman wasn't her at all.
But just thinking about the 50% chance that it would be her made him impatient.
Run to see her.
Jiaying came to the residence of "Gong Jieyu".
The guard stopped him fearfully and said he wanted to inform him.
Jiaying pushed them aside and walked into the yard.
The cramped dwelling was very much like their former love nest, and he had a premonition that he would soon meet her again after a long separation.
In the small window facing the patio, a woman was sitting by the bed removing her makeup.
When Jiaying met her face, he froze in place as if struck by lightning.
She looked up unintentionally and saw him. She seemed to be very surprised and was slightly stunned.
Jiaying took a deep breath and walked towards her.
He stood outside the window and reached out to touch her hair that fell on her shoulders.
Then, a familiar voice was heard.
"Jiaying?"
That’s right, it was his Jiao Yanxia.
Jiaying was half surprised and half complaining.
Blaming Ji Weiming.
Didn’t Ji Weiming like to share her love affair with him? Why didn’t she tell him when Ji Weiming came to see her?
Ji Weiming was on guard against something.
As Ji Weiming's former good brother, Jiaying wanted to make a fair evaluation.
Ji Weiming is a...
Bitch.
It's on fire.
He should be thrown into the military camp and trampled upon by others. Only when he is played with to pieces can his wildfire be extinguished.
Only low-class people who are completely unattractive to women would resort to the trick of delivering food to women's homes from thousands of miles away.
If no one loves him, then no one loves him. Does he think that if he throws himself at someone, someone will love him? In fact, it just makes him look cheaper.
It's so disgusting, Ji Weiming.
"Sir Saint?"
The monks who followed Jiaying looked at the scene in confusion.
Jiaying had already cut off his worldly entanglements, and no one in the world would doubt his piety. Even if he ran to see the woman near nightfall, everyone would only speculate from the perspective of official business.
Jiaying did not give any explanation.
A north wind blew up from the plain, blowing the strangers out of the mountain gate.
Jiaying took out a miniature pagoda from his sleeve, rotated it counterclockwise around the top of the pagoda, and turned off all the surveillance in the area.
Ye Xiaoman pushed the door open and walked out, "Why are you here?"
Jiaying asked her together: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
Ye Xiaoman felt a little headache.
It's not that she hasn't thought about seeking Jiaying's protection.
It's just that Jiaying was very cold towards her, and he also threatened that they would never have any contact with each other again. She didn't think Jiaying was willing to go against the prince for her.
The ruling class has always been in collusion, right?
And oh, the cost of looking for Jiaying is too high.
She had established in front of him the image of someone who was willing to elope with him at any time. She was afraid that he would get carried away and really ask her to fulfill her promise. What should she do then?
So she simply stopped looking for him.
I didn't expect that he would come to me on his own.
I don't know how I knew she came to the temple.
Ye Xiaoman kept complaining in her heart, but she pretended to be very surprised on the outside.
Three steps and two steps ran to Jiaying's side, "Long time no see."
She looked up at him eagerly, her face flushed with excitement, and rubbed her hands shyly, "You didn't even reply to the message I sent you. I thought you didn't want to see me."
Jiaying, having regained his composure upon seeing her, replied coldly, "Your message was very inappropriate. It's hard for me to reply."
After he finished explaining, he felt that there was no need to explain anymore, so he changed the subject, "You can tell me when you come to Yongning Temple next time."
Ye Xiaoman's tone was high and bright, "Okay."
After that, no one spoke.
The two stood face to face, quietly in the sunset.
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