novelnext Chapter 123 is interrupted.
Chapter 123 is interrupted.
As the sun rises, its warm, clear light slowly descends from the horizon. When the golden sunlight shines through a dilapidated temple, a young man lies beneath a bronze Buddha statue.
Her long, slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the skin on the back of her hand seemed to feel the change in temperature, turning a little red.
"Where am I...?" Jiang Yueming opened his eyes and was about to get up when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest and couldn't help but grimace.
He remembered being bombarded by Bo Mai in Dinghai City. While dodging, he accidentally stepped into thin air, and everything went black. After that, he remembered nothing.
strange?
How did I end up lying in this dilapidated temple?
"Ouch! That hurts!" Jiang Yueming didn't have time to think about it. A sharp pain spread through her chest. She gently touched it with her palm, and a small patch of blood bloomed on her chest.
He suddenly frowned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. On his blood-red chest, he could clearly feel the tearing pain of the wound and the layers of bandages wrapped around it.
It was obvious that someone had treated his wounds.
But who is that?
You'd better not move.
"Because when I got there and dug you out, your chest was practically breaking a boulder."
A clear and elegant voice suddenly rang out from the dilapidated temple, but there was a hint of weariness and haggardness in the tone.
Jiang Yueming looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils immediately contracted, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and even his breathing faltered.
His eyes reflected a scene of springtime allure: a young girl's smooth, soft back was perfectly exposed to the air, her slender, serpentine waist was gracefully curved, and her butterfly-shaped arms were perfectly formed.
On her fragrant right shoulder was a deep bloodstain, a clear bullet graze. However, Jiang Yueming's mind was not on that at the moment. What made his heart tremble more than the red mark on her snow-white skin was the girl's gentle movements as she applied the medicine.
Her nimble fingers lightly touched a little powder, exploring the snowy skin on her shoulder step by step until the red mark appeared. This scene was captured by the flowing light of wine at the window, and some soft and gentle curves seemed to appear and disappear among the peaks and hills in the misty mountains.
"Hmm? Jiang Yueming, turn around!"
Ye Mo seemed to sense the intense heat on her back, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she said solemnly.
"Oh...cough cough" As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Yueming immediately snapped back to his senses and turned to face the Buddha statue, coughing lightly to cover up his lapse in composure.
However, when he looked up at the Buddha statue, the silhouette of the shadow on the green wall of the Buddha's seat made his heart tremble uncontrollably.
What is a shapely figure? What is full and plump?
Now he's truly seen things for the first time!
He knew Ye Mo was very beautiful before, but he never imagined that her beauty was not only in her face, but also in her perfect figure that made countless heroes fall at her feet!
No wonder Zhang Dongyang wanted to conquer her with his power and take her as his concubine after only seeing her once.
At first glance, she captivated even someone of Huang Yuyuan's high status!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall a warm spring day, the boundless softness that enveloped him when they first met at the restaurant, and that unforgettable sight of fair and fragrant skin.
"Cough cough," Jiang Yueming suddenly covered his mouth with his hand and coughed slightly again, gathering his thoughts.
Given the current situation, it's clearly not the right thing to do to think like that. The fact that Ye Mo was able to save him means that Dinghai City has completely fallen.
This matter has finally come to a conclusion. What's more, Bermai's refusal to negotiate is very clear, but nowadays, the only option for the border war is to negotiate for peace.
There was no other way. The other two empires in the Imperial State would never send troops to help. After all, they would be happy to see the Holy Dragon Empire in danger. A country cannot have two rulers, and two tigers cannot share one mountain.
At least in terms of confronting the royal family, the three families are more united than ever before. As a result, the Imperial State has no choice but to negotiate with the British Dog Clan!
But Jiang Yueming was just a commoner with no status or connections, so how could he possibly get in touch with the royal family? Without that, he couldn't express his thoughts to those in power.
If the Holy Dragon Empire insists on continuing the war with the Yingquan Clan, it will likely be a waste of a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources.
"Huh?" As Jiang Yueming pondered, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a bloodstained white shirt and a pink bra out of the corner of his eye.
His brow furrowed instantly, and a bitter feeling slowly spread through his heart. At that moment, he suddenly realized that Huang Yuyuan was right. He was no longer able to protect Ye Mo from the hardships of life and keep her safe and sound.
She has been injured for his sake twice already. If we let her follow him again, would it harm her?
Looking back now, I realize that agreeing to let her stay and cook for me for a year was far too hasty.
He was burdened with a one-year agreement with three families, which meant he was destined to be in danger.
It was only by agreeing to Ye Mo's request that she was dragged into this dangerous situation. She could have stayed at the inn and lived her own life peacefully, but since following him, she has been in danger several times, and even her life has been seriously threatened. This is something Jiang Yueming did not want to see.
"Ye Mo, why did you come to Dinghai!" Jiang Yueming asked coldly, forcing a hint of reluctance on her face.
Even though he was extremely unwilling, he had to do it, because there was only one way to keep Ye Mo away from him: cold indifference and distance!
Ye Mo twisted the last button of her white shirt with her small hands, and hearing the cold voice, she pouted and said, "What? Only officials are allowed to set fires, but ordinary people are not allowed to light lamps?"
At this moment, she did not notice the deliberate coldness in Jiang Yueming's words; instead, she felt a strange anger in her heart.
I kindly saved him, and he dared to talk to me like that! It's really too much!
Jiang Yueming noticed the clothes were missing from the ground, stood up, and slowly walked towards Ye Mo, her lips still cold as she said, "Miss Ye, please recall who promised Zhang Taidao to deliver the letter personally."
"But the Battle of Dinghai is over, yet the letter you sent has not been delivered. Don't you think you are a person who has broken your promise?"
Jiang Yueming stopped, pointed a finger at Ye Mo's brow, his eyes filled with cold indifference that sent chills down one's spine.
He knew in his heart that saying these words would truly sever ties with Ye Mo, but he had to do it.
He had a vague premonition that the war between the British army and the Celestial Empire had only just begun, and he could not risk Ye Mo's life.
Faced with Jiang Yueming's actions, Ye Mo finally felt a chill run down her spine, but her jade-like face remained expressionless. As if she had been wronged, she said softly, "But...but I'm more worried about you."
"Uh... I mean the map is wrong, it's my responsibility to remind you!" Ye Mo's eyes narrowed instantly, her ears turned red, and she hurriedly explained.
She knew that Jiang Yueming didn't mean to say such distant things; he was blaming himself for seeing her injured.
She was quite certain of this, because the young man who had covered her with a coat and cooked fish soup for her at the temple that night was by no means heartless.
Jiang Yueming looked at Ye Mo's nervous expression, and the coldness on her face finally dissipated.
The first half of what she said struck a deep chord with him, but he could no longer hear the second half.
My attempt to feign anger, remain indifferent, and distance myself was completely shattered by that one sentence, "I'm more worried about you."
In an instant, the dilapidated temple fell into a dull silence, and the yellow light streaming through the window gave the two of them a golden outline.
Ye Modie lowered her head slowly, her pearly teeth gently biting her lips, like a child who had made a mistake waiting for an adult's scolding.
Her appearance was simply unfair to Jiang Yueming, and at that moment he couldn't bring himself to be cruel to Ye Mo anymore.
"Ye Mo...me"
Jiang Yueming glanced down and suddenly noticed large patches of blood on Ye Mo's shoes. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she immediately said coldly, "Ye Mo, you're just a cook, not a tagalong!"
"Please get your own job title straight and stop interfering in my business!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Mo raised her head abruptly, her eyes filled with an indescribable disappointment and sadness, her voice trembling slightly: "Jiang Yueming, what did you just say...?"
"I said..." Jiang Yueming stopped speaking abruptly when he saw Ye Mo's eyes redden.
The next moment, he took out a golden flying magic spell and handed it to Ye Mo, still saying resolutely, "I said you're just a cook, mind your own business!"
"Consider this magic spell repayment for saving your life this time; from now on, we're even!"
Snapped!
"Jiang Yueming, you have disappointed me greatly. I never expected you to be this kind of person." Ye Mo slapped the scroll out of Jiang Yueming's hand, a hint of killing intent flashing deep in her eyes.
"Hehe, Miss Ye, it's too late for you to realize this now."
Jiang Yueming smiled slightly at Ye Mo with a playful grin, then strode out of the dilapidated temple without hesitation.
His relationship with Ye Mo should end here.