After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

Because Ji Yan was about to die, everyone in the Ji family was filled with gloom and sadness.

Even though the servants had removed the black and white gauze curtains, the atmosphere in the mansion was still dead.

Ji Zixuan and Ji Ziming from the second room served by the bed, while the others returned to their own courtyards, ready to respond to Uncle Ming's call at any time.

Uncle Ming and Doctor Qiao both came to see Jiang Hao, both wanting to ask her to treat Ji Yan. Now, Jiang Hao is the only life-saving straw they can grasp.

However, the two of them didn't even see Jiang Hao.

Uncle Ming didn’t know how much Jiang Hao knew, but judging from Jiang Hao’s attitude, she must know a lot.

Jiang Hao was unwilling to take action, and the imperial physician from the Imperial Medical Bureau just shook his head when he came. Uncle Ming then had an idea in his mind: the old man really couldn't escape this time.

Ji Yan was not going to die for the time being, and Jiang Hao had no need to wait in the mansion for him to die. So, after receiving the news of Xu Xing's appointment, she changed into plain clothes, combed her hair into a simple bun, and went out to keep the appointment.

At the gate of Ji's house, she met a nun wearing a monk's robe, a bamboo hat and a veil.

The other person saw someone looking at him. Through the black veil, Jiang Hao seemed to see a pair of eyes that were calm yet full of desire.

Her penetrating eyes shocked her.

Uncle Ming stood aside and bowed to Jiang Hao, but he had no intention of introducing this special guest, so he invited the guest in.

Jiang Hao followed the two figures until they disappeared behind the screen wall, then he looked away and said to Xiang Ling, "Go and send a message to the blind man, and ask him to check it out."

"Miss, don't I have to go with you?"

"Need not."

Right now, she was more interested in this guest.

......

The guest wearing a bamboo hat and a veil was none other than Master Jingyun, the abbess of Baiyun Temple.

More than half a year has passed since Ji Yan last visited Baiyun Temple at night, and the two have not seen each other for more than half a year.

Master Jingyun never thought that one day she would step into the Ji Mansion.

Once upon a time, she wanted so much...

"Master, we're here."

Just as Master Jingyun was recalling the past, Uncle Ming's voice interrupted her memories.

Standing outside the door, Ji Yan was lying in the room, but the threshold under her feet was just like the chasm that she and Ji Yan could not cross back then.

Uncle Ming saw that she didn't move, so he called her again.

"It's all here."

Master Jingyun suddenly made a self-deprecating sound, then took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold.

Uncle Ming looked at her back, shook his head helplessly, and reached out to close the door.

Ji Yan was really seriously ill. Even when he saw Jingyun taking off her hat and veil, his face turned red with excitement. He tried his best to sit up, but his struggle was in vain.

"you you......"

"Why...why did you...come..."

Ji Yan didn't want to see her here again, he didn't want to!

Master Jingyun knew what Ji Yan meant. It was simply that Master Ji, who thought highly of himself, would not allow a prostitute like her to enter his house.

Who would have known that the self-disciplined Master Ji would fall madly in love with a prostitute when he was young and then force her into a nunnery?

Master Jingyun looked at Ji Yan, who was full of contradictions, and suddenly smiled: "Ji Yan, you are almost dead now, and I am willing to come out of the mountain gate to see you, but you still can't let go of your noble figure?"