Chapter 148 Brothers
Ji Weiming lowered his head and continued to speak in a daze about stupid things about unrequited love.
Jiaying was fed up with what he heard, so he stood up from under the waterfall and walked out of the water, all wet.
Ji Weiming asked another stupid question, "Why are you so obsessed with meditating under the waterfall lately? Is this your new method of practice?"
Jiaying pinched his fingers and dried the clothes on his body.
There was no need to respond to this question. For some reason, he answered coldly:
"Because the feeling of a waterfall hitting your body is very similar to being caught in the rain."
Ji Weiming: "What do you mean?"
You will never understand the meaning of——.
She has never held your hand and ran with you on a rainy night, you have never had the intimacy of a heart-to-heart talk, and you have never been loved.
You're just a clown.
A secret joy flowed through Jiaying's heart, and his steps became lighter. Even Ji Weiming, who was following behind him, had no time to feel disgusted.
Almost on purpose, he took out a candied haws from the bottom of his sleeve and bit off one in front of Ji Weiming.
This was a gift from Ye Xiaoman. At first, he ate one string every day, but he soon finished it all. He became frugal and now eats one piece a day.
Maybe when he's almost done eating, he'll just take one bite a day.
Finally, there was only one left, which I solidified with magic and looked at for a long time.
Jiaying couldn't understand his own behavior, as the love poison had clearly been removed long ago.
He just knew he was sick.
There is no cure.
Ji Weiming laughed again, "When did you become as fond of sweets as a child?"
Jiaying also smiled faintly.
This is something you'll never get in your life, idiot.
"National Master."
A monk walked slowly over and reported to Jiaying.
The Son of Heaven and Ji Weiming were good friends, and this relationship was known to everyone. The acolyte was acting as usual, and Ji Weiming did not shy away from his presence.
"His Royal Highness has come to the temple."
Jiaying didn't give any face at all: "No."
Ji Weiming raised his eyebrows slightly.
The attendant monk said, "Your Excellency has finished his tea and has left. Your Excellency came here to escort Concubine Gong, who is about to marry, to the temple for retreat."
Jiaying didn't say anything else.
The acolyte did not urge him to meet the guest.
Everyone knew that the emperor's concubines were not qualified to meet the Holy Son.
Even if the emperor came in person, the Holy Son would not give him the opportunity to meet him if he was not happy.
The monk simply reported on what happened in the temple today, and then talked about other important matters.
Jiaying ignored him, held the candied haws and walked away.
Ji Weiming, with a caring heart for his friend, inquired with the monk about the news, "Hui Neng, tell me, why has Jiaying been in such a bad mood recently?"
The acolyte bowed and said, "The Imperial Master cares deeply about the people. Perhaps he's worried about the loss of the Demon God's armor."
Ji Weiming said: "This is also what I guessed."
【Only Ming.】
A paper crane flew to Ji Weiming's ear, and its beak opened and closed, making the voice of Ji Wenyi.
Ji Weiming grabbed the paper crane in his hand, waved his sleeves, dismissed his attendants, and opened the barrier to prevent prying eyes.
He stood on the mountain path and crushed the bright yellow talisman.
Pieces of paper flew in front of his eyes, forming a screen like a water mirror, and Ji Wenyi's face jumped onto it.
They are twins, and when they talk to each other, it's like looking at their own face and talking.
"Royal brother."
Ji Wenyi asked directly: "Are you in Yongning Temple?"
Ji Weiming: "Yeah."
Ji Wenyi said simply: "Help me kill someone."
Ji Weiming's expression remained unchanged. "Name?"
Ji Wenyi: "Gong Xier."
Ji Weiming nodded.
He didn't even ask the reason. He had no interest in how a weak and low-ranking concubine could have offended her royal brother.
He is in charge of the Dark Guard Battalion, trains killers, and eliminates obstacles in the dark.
From childhood to adulthood, Ji Wenyi stood in the open, enjoying the worship of thousands of people, and his hands were not stained with dust; he was responsible for standing in the dark and doing the dirty work, taking care of everything that Ji Wenyi was not convenient to do personally.
That's his responsibility.
His mother died young. Before she died, she held his hand and left him a last word: "Weiming, always remember that you are the sharp blade in your brother's hand. Living for your brother is your lifelong mission."
The court was treacherous and ever-changing, and the struggle for power was bloody. Over the years, it was precisely because they followed the teachings of their mother that the brothers were as one, and they were able to live from childhood to today, getting better and better.
Ji Weiming was also rebellious when he was a child. He is a living person and does not want to live as anyone's shadow.
When the Queen Mother said: "Your Royal Brother is the future of the family. You were born to help your Royal Brother realize his ideals."
The young Ji Weiming was not convinced: "Am I not important?"
After he asked this question, his mother took him directly to the execution ground and let him watch the warriors behead people.
The Queen Mother pointed to the criminals who were to be executed at noon and said, "They were once nobles like you, but now they weep bitterly before the executioner's knife and die like dogs."
"You have half my blood in you. I am from the Longling Su clan."
"As long as your brother is unable to ascend the throne in the future, you two brothers, as well as the entire Su family, will perish like they did today, and the aristocratic family's ten thousand-year-old tradition will be wiped out."
"When the nest is overturned, no egg is left unbroken. Do you still think you are important now?"
The young Ji Weiming was frightened by the blood all over the ground and shook his head.
The Queen Mother finally smiled. "Individuals are insignificant, including you. Even your brother, if he becomes the loser of the Imperial City, his fate will become as lowly as weeds."
Ji Wenyi, who came to watch the beheading with Ji Weiming, had a blank expression on his face.
From then on, Ji Weiming thought that his royal brother was indeed more suitable to be the emperor than him, and that his royal brother would never be like him, possessing many useless soft emotions.
Later, when Ji Weiming grew up and killed countless people, he felt that perhaps they, brothers, had the same ruthless blood.
This is why he was deeply shocked when Master Ye told him that he was unique, that he was not anyone's shadow, and that he did not have to suppress himself in his life for anyone.
Others only saw his luxurious life, but she was the only one who felt his pain and unwillingness.
"She has dragon weed on her. Be sure not to let it fall into the wrong hands."
Ji Wenyi's words drew Ji Weiming's attention back.
Ji Weiming nodded, "Okay."
After the two finished discussing important matters, Ji Weiming was about to cut off contact.
Ji Wenyi suddenly used the space magic weapon, reached through the void with one hand, and stopped in front of Ji Weiming.
Ji Weiming was puzzled, "Royal brother?"
Ji Wenyi took the dust from his hand.
"I'll keep it with me for a few days."
Ji Weiming immediately understood that Fuchen was his new magic weapon and he liked it very much. He would carry it with him when he pretended to be Ji Wenyi.
However, Ji Wenyi had no habit of using floating dust - this was equivalent to an inadvertent loophole appearing when he played Ji Wenyi.
Ji Wenyi noticed it keenly.
Ji Weiming was impressed by Ji Wenyi's meticulousness and sighed, "I like it very much."
Ji Wenyi said: "We don't need to have any special favorites."
Ji Weiming spread his hands helplessly and went to kill.
Kill Concubine Gong.
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