Marry the villain and the whole court kneels down and calls her the queen

Only on the day of worshiping Buddha can Jiang Jiu completely empty himself and recall the past wholeheartedly.

Only in this way can we keep ourselves awake and not become a vassal of this era.

It’s been fifteen years. How many fifteen years are there in a lifetime?

Fifteen years ago, the independent and self-reliant person in modern times never thought of relying on men in her life.

She works hard to live, earn money, work overtime, and never complains.

When I finally bought a house and a car and achieved financial freedom, I traveled through time.

From the day she was born, she lived in a very good environment, with many maids and three wet nurses alone.

She thought that God had blessed her in this life, allowing her to live a life of luxury in ancient times.

Who would have thought that God played a joke on her. In less than a hundred days, something unexpected happened in her family. Her mother was hunted down and her father disappeared.

She went through many hardships and dangers to escape from being a nanny and ended up living in a remote courtyard, where she lived under someone else's roof.

Here, she cannot be free, cannot do business, and even has to be careful and disguise herself when going out.

And when she grows up, she only needs to go through this door and that door to spend her whole life.

If she had never seen what freedom looked like, she might have been willing to be a lady from a wealthy family like them.

But she had clearly been free, worked hard, struggled, and been glorious.

She just wants a free and unrestrained life.

If it were in modern times, she would only need to leave home to become successful, but this was in ancient times, and she had no home at all, so it would not work.

And this simple wish became her lifelong pursuit.

Freedom...she doesn't have it.

She has memories from birth, but how could she have memories before birth? She is not a god.

So, what happened to her mother?

Who was after her? Was her father there? Why didn't he protect her and her?

A series of problems troubled her for fifteen years.

Now, an invisible bodyguard suddenly appears.

Did she believe it? I don’t know. She didn’t even believe herself, so how could she believe an outsider?

Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.

She is a visitor from afar, lonely all her life.

With a clear and ethereal sound of a bowl, the monks' evening class ended. There was no sound of chanting around, and the huge Buddhist hall seemed empty.

Jiang Jiu looked up at the compassionate-looking statue of Guanyin, and was surrounded by a faint sadness.

"Bodhisattva, how many sins did I commit in my past life to allow me to travel through time and space to be reborn as a human being, the human world, the nineteen levels of hell..."

My legs were numb from sitting, and just as I was about to stand up, I noticed two broad palms appear on both sides.

Jiang Jiu was stunned for a moment, and when she looked up, she saw Zhao Li and Lu Yunyang standing in front of her, one on each side, and they were actually trying to help her stand up.

"No thanks."

Jiang Jiu slowed down, stood up by himself, without relying on anyone, turned around, left the Buddhist hall and returned to his room.

Lu Yunyang and Zhao Li looked at each other, and then Lu Yunyang snorted softly, put his hands behind his back, and was about to leave.

But then I heard Zhao Li say quietly: "This time, she didn't cry..."

"Huh?" Lu Yunyang stopped and turned slowly, "Why is she crying?"

Zhao Li raised his eyes and glanced at the majestic and kind statue of Guanyin.

"In previous years, every time she sat alone in the small Buddhist temple, she would cry. Sometimes she would cry uncontrollably, sometimes she would shed tears silently, and sometimes she would talk a lot, crying as she spoke."

"But this year, she didn't cry..."

Lu Yunyang frowned, his aura of majesty and dignity awe-inspiring.

"Isn't it good that she didn't cry? It means she's living a good life, her wishes have been fulfilled, and there's nothing to be sad about..."

Is that so? Zhao Li's eyes were deep, but he had other thoughts.

"She's grown up and learned to hide her feelings. She doesn't show her sadness or joy on her face. This is not a good sign."

After saying that, Zhao Li strode away, leaving Lu Yunyang alone in the entire Buddhist temple. He glanced up at the quiet and compassionate Guanyin, but a wave of sadness welled up in his heart.

"Have you just learned to hide your sadness and joy?"

He knew it at a very young age...

She was much better off than him, she had a place where she could cry and indulge herself, but he...

But Jiang Jiu, what are you sad about? Tell him, make him happy, he will be very happy if someone has a harder life than him.

Jiang Jiu's birthday is September 9th, and many people come to the Guanyin Temple to climb on this day.

But every year, it was Nanny Qian who woke her up and burned the first stick of incense with her.

"Girl, if you have any wishes this year, tell them to the Bodhisattva. It will be very effective."

Really? It's nice to make a wish every year and have it come true every year.

"Buddha, I, Jiang Jiu, wish that Madam Qian will be healthy, that Xiao Yimo and Chu Yu will be happily married, that Jiao Niang and his son will be safe, and that I...will also get what I wish for."

Madam Qian was very happy: "Miss, every time you make a wish, you always think of me. I only have one wish, that you can return to the capital, avenge your mother, and then marry..."

She originally wanted to marry into a good family, but suddenly she remembered that Jiang Jiu was already married, and her husband was the current ninth prince, so she was overjoyed.

"I hope the Ninth Prince will always love the girl, and the girl will give birth to a big fat boy to add more children to the Ninth Prince's family."

Jiang Jiu didn't comment and inserted the incense into the incense burner. Watching the three smoke curling up, Aunt Qian clapped her hands and said, "Okay, the Bodhisattva knows. The girl's wish will definitely come true."

I don’t know what Nanny Qian is superstitious about, but as long as the three incense sticks are of good quality, they won’t break suddenly, and the smoke will definitely float upwards.

"Mammy, guess who the man we rescued yesterday was?"

Nanny Qian was busy in the kitchen yesterday, making vegetarian food for Jiang Jiu and boiling medicine for Zhao Li, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

"Isn't he just an ordinary swordsman? Who else could it be?"

Jiang Jiu tilted his head and glanced at the starry night sky.

"No, he said he wasn't. He said he was the bodyguard my mother assigned to me when I was a child. My mother gave him 100 taels of silver a month to secretly protect me. Do you know about this?"

Nanny Qian was stunned. She stood there thinking for a long time and then shook her head.

"I don't remember anything like this happening. Could it be that Madam arranged this after we arrived in Xiang County?"

Jiang Jiu took out the jade pendant given by Zhao Li from his arms and handed it to Nanny Qian.

"Is this my mother's thing? I'm young and don't have a deep impression of her."

When Nanny Qian saw the jade pendant, she became excited.

"Yes, it belongs to your mother. This was given to your mother by your father when they first met in Sucheng. It was a token of love from your father to your mother. She took this jade pendant with her to Beijing to look for your father."

Jiang Jiu's suspicious eyes fell on Nanny Qian's face.

"Mammy, please take a closer look. I remember you said my father was the Minister of Revenue in the past, and now he's Chang Mingyuan. But how could an official of the imperial court have a dragon-shaped jade pendant?"

Yes, this jade pendant is engraved with a five-clawed golden dragon, and it is clearly an ornament worn by the emperor.

After hearing Jiang Jiu's words, Madam Qian took a closer look and said, "Is this a dragon? Isn't it a python? Lord Chang said it was a gift from the Emperor. It's very valuable, so he gave it to your mother."

Jiang Jiu looked at it carefully again, put the jade pendant away, and walked back holding Nanny Qian's arm.

"Mammy, tell me more about my mother's story. I want to hear it..."