Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1295

"You haven't heard of my Bao'er girl?"

Ji Mei shook her head honestly, only then did she realize that her savior was Miss Bao'er.

Aunt Huazhi didn't hear Ji Mei talking, she turned to look at her curiously, only to find that she was looking at her quietly with a pair of black and white eyes open.

Aunt Huazhi suddenly noticed that there was a bit of tenderness in the girl's eyebrows and eyes.

She has read countless women, and knows that it doesn't really matter whether a woman's appearance is beautiful or ugly. As long as one is soft and the other is quiet, if one of them is occupied, there will be a beautiful posture.

This girl has both, which is rare.

Aunt Huazhi has always had no resistance to beautiful things, because she discovered the two beautiful qualities of Ji Mei's brows, and became very gentle towards her.

"You are a good kid. My name is Huazhi, and they all call me Aunt Huazhi, so you should mix it up too."

"There is something I need to explain to you. The one who saved you today is my Bao'er girl. You don't have to thank me."

Ji Mei nodded honestly: "I see, thank you Huazhi."

After being called out by her, Aunt Huazhi narrowed her eyes gently and smiled.

Aunt Huazhi's smile gave Ji Mei more courage, and she asked in a low voice: "Then do you know what those people who came to kill me do?"

Aunt Huazhi shook her head and put a finger to her lips.

Ji Mei stopped talking.

Aunt Huazhi swayed her skirt lightly, without stopping in her footsteps, she led Ji Mei into the round door on the whitewashed wall.

The bamboo shadows inside the round door are sparse, green drops are swaying, and while a few vermilion pillars are embellished, warm orange light is sprinkled from upstairs, spreading in the shadows at Ji Mei’s feet, like golden flames blooming at night. Spiraea.

Through the bamboo shadow, Ji Mei saw Bao'er lying on the second floor attic.

She has long black hair, pouring down from her back like splashing ink, with a small and delicate face raised up, protruding a delicate chin like the tip of a white lotus root.

Ji Mei stopped walking, not daring to approach or speak.

Miss Bao'er has an energy in her body, like a star high above, cold and elusive.

This energy reminded Ji Mei of another woman.

The girl I met when we took shelter from the rain together in the wild temple.

From the address of the white-clothed monk Bo Chengxian, Ji Mei knew that the young girl was actually the suzerain of the White Mist Palace.

The Patriarch of the White Mist Palace had such a high-ranking spirit, but the little girl had an extra male-like tenacity.

The tough girl in front of her doesn't have that toughness.

On the contrary, Ji Mei felt that her eyes looking at the stars seemed a little sentimental.

Ji Mei stood beside the round door, and bowed respectfully to the attic without saying a word.

Aunt Huazhi also stopped.

He looked back at Ji Mei, and then looked at Miss Bao'er with some worry.

After about half an hour, a slightly hoarse, but very nice voice came from upstairs:
"You don't have to thank me, I saved you to repay the favor."

Miss Bao'er's voice was as indifferent as hers, blocking all possibility of continuing the conversation as soon as she opened her mouth.

Moreover, Ji Mei felt that when she told her "You're welcome", she seemed to be acting a bit angry.

Ji Meibian originally wanted to ask Miss Baoer about the origins of the men in black who assassinated her, but after seeing Miss Baoer, she didn't dare to ask anything.

She looked at Aunt Huazhi helplessly.

Aunt Huazhi nodded with a gentle smile, with obvious encouragement.

Ji Mei tightly held the jar of You Shaozi Sauce, and asked cautiously, "Excuse me, can I go?"

"Unless you want to die."

After Miss Bao'er finished speaking, she seemed extremely impatient and said in a low voice: "I really want to die!"

Ji Mei hurriedly lowered her head, hugging the You Shaozi Sauce jar tightly, only dared to stare at her own toes, not even daring to move her eyes.

A warm and white hand stretched out and gently took her arm.

Aunt Huazhi quietly led Ji Meibian out of the white wall.

"Don't mind, Miss Bao'er is actually very good. She said that to remind you that you will be in danger if you leave here."

Aunt Huazhi comforted her gently.

Ji Mei raised her head, looked at Aunt Huazhi gratefully, then lowered her head, frowning tightly.

Aunt Huazhi glanced at the jar of oily sauce in Ji Mei's arms, and asked gently, "Do you remember those men in black?"

Ji Mei suddenly raised her head, then nodded vigorously.

Aunt Huazhi continued: "Those people in black can go anywhere, only this Luomei Temple, those people can't come in."

When the two were talking, Ji Mei heard the sound of water in the shadow of the door.

She turned her head to look over, and saw a hunchbacked waiter walking out of the shadow holding a big basket.

Seeing Aunt Huazhi, the hunchbacked waiter saluted respectfully, then just glanced at Ji Mei indifferently, then walked towards the wooden ladder of the attic with the baskets in his arms.

Aunt Huazhi glanced at the hunchbacked waiter, and said to Ji Mei: "You may not be able to go back for the time being, so go to my room to rest for a while."

Ji Mei nodded, thanked again, and followed Aunt Huazhi into her small room in the west wing.

The furnishings in the hut are very simple, except for a narrow bed where Aunt Huazhi rests, there is only a wooden chair opposite the small desk next to the bed.

Ji Mei sat down on the only chair.

Aunt Huazhi saw that she was holding the jar of sauce in her arms, and asked with a gentle smile, "Are you thinking about someone?"

Ji Mei nodded: "The Yan family caravan is still staying at my house, I want to send a message to the Yan family caravan, they may also be in danger."

Hearing what she said, Aunt Huazhi was a little surprised at first, and then frowned slightly.

When she frowned, the bright red flower on her forehead floated up gently.

Aunt Huazhi's expression was very serious, as if she was stumped, Ji Mei was a little embarrassed, and was about to tell her that it didn't matter if she didn't deliver the letter, but Aunt Huazhi picked up the abacus on the table and began to fiddle with it.

The wooden abacus beads collided together, making a crisp sound, and Aunt Huazhi's nimble fingers were like a beautiful jade butterfly, dancing lightly on the abacus beads.

After fiddling with the abacus a few times, Aunt Huazhi showed a gentle smile on her face: "It doesn't matter, this caravan has a strong foundation, but the fate with the people on the way is weak, so it can't be settled."

Ji Mei was dazed by Aunt Huazhi's words.

The fate of the people on the same journey is thin...the fate with her is also thin...

"Crack!"

There was a strange movement outside the window, like a huge bamboo being broken by force.

This voice interrupted Ji Mei's trance, she turned her head to look out the window, and found that the sky had turned dark at some point.

"Crack!"

The voice was louder and clearer, as if it was right outside the window.

Subconsciously, Ji Mei wanted to reach out to open the window to have a look, but she heard Aunt Huazhi's voice faintly coming from behind:

"Didn't your old man tell you? You can't go out after dark."

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)