Chapter 157: Countdown to Rollover
With the mediation of Ji Weiming, Ye Xiaoman finally set the time to enter the palace.
Departing the day after tomorrow.
Ji Weiming helped her with emergency remedial lessons, reviewing the palace etiquette and sorting out the complex interpersonal relationships among the concubines.
The maid pushed the door open, walked to her side, bent down and whispered to her with her hands covering her mouth.
When Ye Xiaoman heard that Jiaying had also come, she said that she was extremely nervous at that moment.
She spoke to Jiaying in an ambiguous manner and often touched Ji Weiming.
As long as the two fish are placed in the same space, she will never be able to speak or act in the same style as before. They will obviously feel neglected and will soon become suspicious.
Once men realize that her affection is wholesale, it would be like playing with fire.
These two men were very useful at the moment, and she didn't want to lose either of them.
The maid whispered, "The Holy Son didn't want to come over and told you to go over."
Ye Xiaoman put down the heavy stone in her heart. Seeing Ji Weiming looking at her, she deliberately said in a very cold tone: "Let him wait."
Ji Weiming asked: "Visitor?"
Ye Xiaoman nodded, "Someone who is of no importance."
After she finished speaking, she placed the cup in the space under her veil, lowered her head to sip the drink, and inadvertently looked forward.
"Puff——" She spat out the whole drink in one gulp, her throat choked by the water and she coughed rapidly, almost jumping up from her seat.
She and Ji Weiming sat facing each other across a table. There was a window behind Ji Weiming, and from her angle, she could see the scenery outside the window.
Jiaying stood outside the window at some point.
This unprepared and terrifying feeling is like when you were a student, standing your textbook upright and reaching under your desk with one hand to read a novel on your mobile phone. You were laughing so hard that you turned around and found the dean of studies standing outside the window staring at you. You don't know how long he has been standing there.
The window was like an elegant picture frame, framing Jiaying's shoulders and head. He was dressed in white, with no expression between his eyebrows and eyes. His face was pale, and he stared at her and Ji Weiming.
It looks like an evil spirit.
From his expression, it was clear that he must have heard her say "unimportant person" just now.
Ye Xiaoman's heart almost stopped in fear.
When did Jiaying learn to eavesdrop?
He actually turned the tables and said he would ask the maid to invite her, but in fact he secretly followed her just to hear her answer in person.
Serious questions drifted into Ye Xiaoman's mind like snowflakes.
What to do next?
Will he be chopped off because his scumbag deeds are exposed?
What to eat for dinner?
Ji Weiming was startled by the noise made by Ye Xiaoman. He was completely unaware of Jiaying's death stare. Ye Xiaoman was coughing because she was choked by water, so he reached out and gently patted her back to help her calm down.
He said lovingly, "Lower your head and take a deep breath slowly."
Ji Weiming's personality matches his gentle appearance. He is as gentle as jade and is a well-educated Taoist priest. His breath has a high-quality minty scent. He has long eyelashes, a superior skeleton, and an excellent figure.
The wide-sleeved Taoist robe has the air of a celebrity, the color is the tranquil deep sea, and a circle of the Later Heaven Bagua is embroidered on the lapels and cuffs.
He looked at Ye Xiaoman's rising and falling veil and suddenly asked, "Can I help wipe her mouth?"
Ye Xiaoman was so focused on dealing with the possible riot in Jiaying that she had no time to think about Ji Weiming's motives. Seeing that she didn't object, Ji Weiming assumed that she agreed.
He was overjoyed and carefully removed her veil.
The face of his beloved, whom he had been dreaming about, gradually revealed her true appearance as the veil fell off.
First, the slightly upturned nose tip, then the rose-like lips, the tender skin is as delicate as a baby's with a light pinkness, every inch of it is a natural beauty sculpted by the skillful hands of Nuwa, and the facial features are mostly rounded lines, not appearing too delicate and repulsive like a mannequin.
This is a kind of beauty that is close and brings joy to the heart.
Ji Weiming was extremely surprised. Master Ye was even more beautiful than he had secretly imagined.
Master Ye had already hinted to him that she and Ye Xiaoman of the Qing Dynasty were relatives, and they looked somewhat similar.
But he believed that he could distinguish the two of them without difficulty.
Ye Xiaoman is more lively and immature, while Master Ye has the demeanor of a master, with a gentle and calm temperament, and he smiles without showing his teeth.
Ji Weiming smiled happily, took out a handkerchief, and gently helped his "Ye Zhishui" wipe the water stains around the little mouth.
Suddenly, Ji Weiming frowned slightly and paused in wiping Ye Xiaoman's mouth.
He felt a headache, as if someone was pricking his head with a needle.
This was not the first time. Lately, he occasionally suffered from headaches, palpitations, pain in the limbs, and inexplicable discomfort all over his body. He consulted the imperial physician several times, but could not find the cause.
Ye Xiaoman felt like a thorn in her back and quickly took Ji Weiming's hand away from her face.
Ji Weiming, please be steady! Turn around and look at the male ghost behind you!
Now! How should I act?
Will Jiaying rush in directly?
Would he just grab Ji Weiming's long hair and wrestle with him?
Ye Xiaoman shuddered at her rich imagination.
Ye Xiaoman's fingers holding the cup were shaking a little, but there was no abnormality on her face.
Ji Weiming simply didn't notice anything unusual.
He was dazzled by Ye Xiaoman's beautiful appearance. The pleasant interactions they had had with each other during these days gave him an illusion, and his words and deeds today were bolder.
Ji Weiming held Ye Xiaoman's hand in his large palm.
Ye Xiaoman stole another glance at Jiaying, screaming in her heart. She tried to pull her hand out of Ji Weiming's, but he held it even tighter.
"Ye Zhishui."
It’s over, it’s over. Calling him by his name must mean something serious. I’m guessing this guy is going to propose again.
"This king has thought carefully about our future."
He looked into her eyes seriously and spoke in a steady tone, with each sentence revealing determination.
"Before I met you, I had originally planned to help my brother ascend the throne before considering my own life."
"After meeting you, I feel that my life happiness and ideals should not conflict with each other."
"If you have someone you like, you can definitely get married first. It's better to start a family first and then a career. I think the wisdom of the ancients is not wrong."
Ye Xiaoman's claws were held tightly, and her body had to lean against the table towards Ji Weiming. The distance between the two of them became closer in the eyes of outsiders, and she cried loudly in her heart.
Who will save her?
Even if the sky falls, it's okay.
Ji Weiming really proposed.
She was just trying to please him to see why he was so devoted to her and had planned out their entire lives.
Ji Weiming took out a emerald green bracelet from his arms. It was carved with phoenixes, with intricate and exquisite patterns, superb craftsmanship, excellent water content, and contained magnificent spiritual energy. It was obviously a priceless treasure at first glance.
It has always been placed close to the heart, keeping it warm.
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