Nian Huajiao: The cold-faced treacherous minister spoiled her unconditionally after breaking his vow

Zhenguo Temple is a royal temple.

The entire Beishan is under the jurisdiction of Zhenguo Temple, and a few dozen miles away from Beishan is the Beijiao Camp.

After Prince Jing died, the military power of the Northern Suburbs Camp was handed over to his deputy general Su Wu.

Now Su Wu is the General Zhenyuan of the Yong Dynasty.

The carriage reached the foot of the North Mountain and stopped.

Zhenguo Temple is located on the top of Beishan Mountain. As it is a royal temple, it is very popular.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a well-maintained path for carriages to pass, so that ladies or pilgrims with limited mobility can take a carriage to the top of the mountain.

To show their sincerity, pilgrims who come here usually climb the stairs.

Jiang Luo got off the carriage and stood at the high stone steps, gazing at the golden color on the top of the mountain, his heart filled with awe.

Since her rebirth, she has become more convinced of gods and Buddhas.

I heard that Master Wuxin of Zhenguo Temple has great magical powers, but I wonder if he can tell where she came from.

She was really worried.

"Yaoyao, let's go." Wu Yang interrupted Jiang Luo's thoughts.

She smiled and nodded, and the two of them walked towards the top of the mountain.

The maids and servants followed behind them, and the coachman drove the carriage towards the top of the mountain along a side path.

Along the way, we are surrounded by green mountains and green trees.

Jiang Luo felt a rare sense of tranquility and peace in his heart.

A quarter of an hour later, we finally reached the top of the mountain.

Mingxu had already arrived at the temple in advance by carriage. The incense money from the Duke's Mansion and the things needed for today's worship and lighting the eternal lamps were all ready.

Seeing that her young lady and Mr. Wu had already arrived, she hurried forward and said respectfully, "Young lady, Mr. Wu."

Wu Yang nodded.

"Is everything ready?" Jiang Luo asked.

"Everything has been arranged according to the young lady's instructions." Mingxu replied.

"Amitabha, please come in, donors." The young monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

Several people walked towards the prayer hall.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the temple, I saw a row of monks standing at the door, all with their hands folded in silence.

The receptionist standing nearby hurried forward and said, "Amitabha, please wait a moment, there are distinguished guests in the hall praying for the deceased."

Jiang Luo looked at the situation and thought that anyone who could trouble Zhenguo Temple to treat him like this must not be an ordinary person, so it would be okay to wait.

The two looked at each other, Wu Yang smiled and replied, "Nothing." Then he took Jiang Luo to the small incense pavilion next to them.

Zhenguo Temple is very popular, with countless people coming to pray every day. There are two pavilions on the east and west sides of the prayer hall, so that pilgrims waiting outside can have a place to rest.

Therefore it is named Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the distinguished guest in the hall came out.

Jiang Luo looked up and saw a beautiful woman in her thirties, accompanied by two maids.

This lady has an extraordinary temperament. Although she is wearing plain clothes, she still can't conceal the scholarly air from inside out. She is truly graceful and elegant.

She quickly recalled her memories of her past life, but had no impression of this lady. She had never seen her in the capital.

When Wu Yang, who was standing beside her, saw the lady, he immediately stopped smiling.

He stared at the person walking down the stairs, his eyes filled with emotions he had never seen before.

The most common emotion is nostalgia...

After the lady came out, she was escorted by a row of monks as she walked towards the main hall.

Jiang Luo called out, "Third Uncle, let's go."

But she didn't hear anyone answer, so she turned her head and looked at Wu Yang in confusion, only to find that he was looking straight ahead.

Jiang Luo followed his gaze and saw that it was the direction where the lady had just left.

What’s this, third uncle?

She asked in confusion: "Uncle San, what are you looking at?"

Wu Yang came back to his senses after his thoughts were interrupted by her.

He smiled awkwardly, stood up and walked forward, saying, "Nothing, nothing... Yaoyao, let's go light the eternal lamp for your mother."

Jiang Luo followed him with some suspicion.

When the two of them arrived at the temple, the monk in charge of reception had prepared incense and eternal lamps.

Jiang Luo knelt on the cushion, looked at the majestic and solemn Buddha statue in front of him, and bowed down respectfully.

Believer Jiang Luo, thank you Buddha for blessing me with a new life. I will never let myself down in this life!

The next step was to kowtow, burn incense and pray for her mother, and then light a perpetual lamp.

After finishing all the work, Wu Yang took out another stack of banknotes and handed them to the monk who was in charge of reception.

He said devoutly: "The Wu family in Jiangnan donated 10,000 taels of incense money to your temple for the sake of Wu's beauty. I hope your temple will take good care of Wu's ever-burning lamp."

The monk in charge of reception hurriedly took the banknote, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I hope you can rest assured. The lady's ever-burning lamp will never go out."

Wu Yang nodded.

Jiang Luo quickly turned his head and wiped the tears from his face.

The only people in this world who care about her mother the most are her uncles. They are the ones who have always kept the eternal lamp lit for her mother.

At this point, Wu Yang's trip to Yongjing was complete. Tomorrow they will set off back to Jiangnan.

On the way back, Jiang Luo was riding in the same carriage with her third uncle. She had a lot of things to tell her third uncle in detail.

"Third uncle, you must make sure that the grain collection by our eldest uncle is done without anyone knowing." Jiang Luo said solemnly.

Wu Yang also nodded seriously: "Yaoyao, don't worry, your uncle has been doing business for a lifetime, he is naturally cautious."

"There is one more thing. Yaoyao would like to ask my uncle to train me to be a capable manager in a few shops."

Wu Yang looked at her and asked, "Manager? You want to learn how to do business?"

"Well, I got back the dowry my mother left behind. Now it's all in my hands. But I'm afraid the manager of the shop can't be used anymore..."

"How could they be willing to give it to you?" Wu Yang asked sarcastically.

Jiang Zhou is definitely not a good guy.

When he was traveling outside, when he learned that Rong'er was going to marry into the Duke's Mansion, it was already irreversible.

Although he didn't know why Rong'er suddenly wanted to marry and move to the capital, he knew why Jiang Zhou wanted to marry Rong'er.

It's just for money!

How could he give Rong'er's dowry to Yaoyao so easily?

Jiang Luo smiled and replied: "Don't worry, Third Uncle. I have my own way."

Seeing that she was confident, Wu Yang stopped asking questions and just patted her head and said, "Hey, Yaoyao has grown up. Don't worry, I will definitely take care of all these things for you when I get to Guangling."

He thought that there were some things he needed to ask his brother for clarification.

He added: "Also, the person you asked me to help you find before has been found to be suitable. He is the person your uncle left in Yongjing. You can use him at any time."

"Yaoyao thanks third uncle..." Jiang Luo said with a smile.

Wu Yang pretended to be angry and said, "If you continue to be so polite to my third uncle, I will..." Before he could finish his words, the carriage stopped with a thump.

Jiang Luo fell forward due to inertia, but fortunately he was caught by Wu Yang who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, so he did not fall out of the carriage.

"Third Master, there is a carriage ahead that is surrounded by bandits. What should we do?" Zhuxi's voice sounded outside the carriage.