Chapter 72 The King is Moved
Ji Weiming couldn't help but ask, "How... did you recognize him?"
Ye Xiaoman completely let go and started to have fun again.
She smiled and said, "As long as you are willing to take the trouble, there is nothing you can't recognize."
Ji Weiming could not see Ye Xiaoman's true face through her mask, but he could see her sparkling eyes behind the mask.
I thought Master Ye was an old woman, but after observing her movements and expressions, I didn't expect her to be a young girl.
"As long as you are willing to take the trouble..." Ji Weiming murmured, his heart skipping a beat for some reason.
He took out a brocade box, inside of which lay a withered black spiritual herb.
Ye Xiaoman would be very serious when she had a job. She would take it, check and make sure the patient could be rescued, then start working.
Ji Weiming didn't have much hope at first.
None of the tasks the emperor will give to the prince are easy.
Even the palace's spiritual herb restorer was helpless. Before he found Ye Xiaoman, he visited several folk masters, including the master of Lingshu Sect, but no one could solve the problem.
When he saw with his own eyes that the spiritual herbs gradually turned green again in Ye Xiaoman's hands, he couldn't help but admire it.
"This is the first time I've seen fake five spiritual roots being used in this way."
Ye Xiaoman input spiritual power, causing the spiritual grass to slowly bloom into buds.
"God doesn't create anything for no reason. No matter how useless something may seem to the world, as long as it is used in the right place, it will eventually shine."
Rich people have no worries about food and clothing, and the only thing left for them to pursue is the spiritual realm.
When chatting with important people, just tell them the value directly.
"All men are equal. No one is born inferior to another."
Ye Xiaoman pulled Ji Weiming's hand, placed the repaired spiritual herb in his palm, and touched his hand by the way.
"The gods secretly give each life a unique gift at birth. Your Highness, have you found your own gift?"
Ever since Ji Weiming was old enough to understand, he has been taught by his mother and those around him that he is a vassal of his elder brother and a substitute to protect him. Ye Xiaoman's few words hit the nail on the head in his heart's secret desire.
My heart skipped a beat again.
After he repaired the spiritual herbs, he couldn't help but stay for a while and chat with Ye Xiaoman about the topics of spiritual herb cultivation and restoration.
He is good at medicine and has a deep interest in spiritual plants, but his knowledge in this area has always been somewhat out of reach for many people.
Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaoman could keep up with his topic. She had rich experience in planting and often expressed interesting views that were contrary to traditional medical books.
Nor would they flatter or agree with him just because of his noble status.
He is truly a hermit with outstanding integrity.
After the conversation, Ji Weiming felt like he had found a close friend.
We drank tea and chatted happily, feeling that we had met too late.
Ye Xiaoman also had a good impression of Ji Weiming.
Ji Weiming has the kind of husband she likes.
She doesn't have Xiao Chujing's cunning thoughts, Sikong Qing's gorgeous and yandere demeanor, or Ji Wenyi's dagger behind a smile. A true aristocrat knows how to advance and retreat, and has a very gentle personality.
The feeling of being pure and free from desires as a Taoist priest, and the free and easy feeling of being in the clear and bright sky, are also quite attractive.
Unfortunately, his status was too noble, so it was difficult for her to take action.
His face was exactly the same as Ji Wenyi's, which made her unable to get upset.
"Can I keep in touch with you?"
Ji Weiming left reluctantly until the next guest arrived.
Ye Xiaoman did not refuse. She took out her communication tool and added him. From now on, they could chat about anything from anywhere in the world.
She sent him out the door and was about to turn back into the house when Ji Weiming suddenly grabbed her sleeve.
"Could you tell me your real name?"
Ji Weiming knew that he had offended the beautiful woman, and his upbringing did not allow him to be reckless, but if he missed the opportunity, he would feel very reluctant.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I can't break the rules."
Ye Xiaoman pulled the corner of her sleeve back from Ji Weiming's hand, but it didn't move at all.
She raised her eyebrows. As expected of a royal family, no matter how gentle she was, she also had a tough side.
But she still coldly pried his fingers apart and rescued the clothes.
When Sikong Qing washed her clothes, he always liked to smell them to check if there was any scent from other men. If they were accidentally contaminated with Ji Weiming's expensive incense, there would probably be another fuss.
Ji Weiming returned to the flying magic weapon.
He sat back down facing Jiaying, feeling somewhat lost.
Jiaying didn't ask a single question and had no interest in who he met or why he was gone for so long.
Ji Weiming did not lower the curtains and look away until the aircraft had flown a long distance away from the Lingcao Shop and the shop was no longer in sight.
The tea seemed to taste more bitter than usual.
White smoke shrouds the gentle eyebrows.
The Taoist priest put down his teacup and could not help but confide:
"I met a very interesting woman."
"This prince and she share the same interests and can chat from day till night."
Jiaying raised his eyes and said, "Your Highness Prince Rui, your marriage is not up to you."
"I know," Ji Weiming said with a wry smile, and then a firm look flashed in his eyes, "but if I can find a lover, it is not impossible for me to betray the royal family for her and be demoted to a commoner."
Jiaying: "I never thought Your Highness would still dream at such an age."
His words were sarcastic, but with a calm expression and tone, it seemed like he was stating the facts.
Ji Weiming has become accustomed to his friend's occasional sharp words and doesn't take it seriously.
He lay down lazily, propping his head on his hands, and teased him: "Master, have you never thought about women in your life?"
Jiaying naturally would not answer such offensive questions.
His appearance was solemn and dignified, and Ji Weiming felt offended and apologized immediately.
"Master is the most heartless person in the history. How could he have worldly attachments?"
He couldn't even imagine what it looked like when Jiaying had desire. Jiaying was so pure that he couldn't even release himself - he didn't even have that concept.
Disputes were constantly brewing in all walks of life. The human world and the demonic realm had even fought for centuries over the question of whether eating was considered a sign of weakness. However, the people of the world were united on one issue, a point of view never before seen:
——The Son of God is holy and revered by all.
If one day, news spread that Jiaying had eloped with a girl, it would be a devastating event in the world of immortal cultivation.
Ji Weiming smiled and closed his eyes: "Although I practice Taoism, I have not yet cut off my worldly desires, unlike the master."
"If you meet a girl you like, you must chase her."
Jiaying chanted the Buddha's name but did not comment.
Ji Weiming said in a clear voice: "Come here."
The dark shadow of the secret guard appeared silently at the door.
"Please check Master Ye's identity for me."
When Ye Xiaoman returned home in the evening, her senior brother and sister were very disappointed with her and talked to her through the communication ring.
[Seven days later, the once-in-three-years outer sect examination will begin as scheduled. Disciples who fail the examination will be expelled from the sect and sent home.]
[These few days, you should study hard for the exam and stop selling spiritual herbs.]
[Business can be done at any time, but the opportunity to enter the inner gate is only once.]
After the senior brothers and sisters finished bombarding Ye Xiaoman, they left her online for a while and suddenly sent a message.
[The Holy Son Jiaying is about to visit the Qingzheng Sect.]
【You, go and assassinate him. 】
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