At night, inside the Yunxiao Pavilion.

Song Yuanxi sat on the soft couch, with a delicate chess game in front of him, his eyes fell on the chessboard, but his thoughts had long been unknown where he was flying.

A black shadow flashed in and said, "Master, Miss Jiang went to the ghost market again today and killed someone." ”

Homicide! Song Yuanxi frowned slightly, and instantly stretched out again, the corners of his mouth were raised, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes, this woman was so bold, she really couldn't be underestimated!

Song Yuanxi picked up a black chess piece on the chessboard, and said softly between his fingers, and said in a tone that couldn't hear emotion: "And then?" ”

Seeing that he didn't react, Lin Ze continued: "I took in two people, gave them silver taels, and asked them to obey her orders. ”

Hearing this, Song Yuanxi's eyebrows sank, and his eyes instantly turned cold, "Have you found out where those two people came from?" ”

Lin Feng replied: "It's a pair of brothers and sisters, they were originally merchants, because they provoked the bully Dao Ye, the family was wiped out, only they escaped, and today it was Miss Jiang who saved them." ”

Song Yuanxi's eyes sank a little, "Send someone to continue to stare at it, and if there is anything unusual about those two people, solve it immediately." ”

"Yes."

Seeing that Lin Ze had left, Song Yuan Xi sat quietly on the chair, wondering in his heart, what is this woman going to do?

Three days later, Bai Qingqing's condition has been mostly better, but he has been in his hospital for the past few days, rarely going out.

The old lady saw that she was much more well-behaved, and did not mention sending her back to Baifu for the time being.

Today, the weather is still good, just in time for the famous temple Huayan Temple to preside over the ceremony, the old lady let the family in the house get ready, go to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings together, the Jiang family has happened too much recently, the old lady is also a superstitious person, convinced of these exquisiteness, and went with a few girls.

Early in the morning, the inner house moved, and three flat-headed carriages with paulownia wood paint were prepared at the second gate, one for the old lady Mrs. Jiang Sulan, one for the three girls, one for several maids, and Mrs. Jiang ordered another eight or nine stout mothers-in-law and a dozen nursing homes on the road.

Because they both got up early in the morning, Bai Qingqing and Jiang Wanwen were also tired, and they were not interested in arguing, so they only looked sleepy like Jiang Wanxiu, leaning on the cushion and swaying with the sedan car and falling asleep.

Bai Qingqing was disgusted with the other two, so she sat away from them one by one, Jiang Wanxiu didn't care, she actually didn't want to have any contact with Bai Qingqing, and when she heard the faint chanting bell outside, she knew that it was almost there.

"Old ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies, have reached the foot of the mountain."

When the words fell, Bai Qingqing hurriedly lowered his head to tidy up his makeup, Jiang Wanwen slowed down, and also reached out to straighten a bright golden box with a small weeping lotus hairpin on the sideburns.

The three of them smelled the voices of people outside in the car, mostly women's voices, mixed with a little childish sound, it seemed that many people came to incense, and the faint aftertaste of sandalwood diffused into the car.

Because they had never been to this kind of place, Bai Qingqing and Jiang Wanwen couldn't help but feel a little excited.

At this time, suddenly the carriage shook violently, and none of the three girls sat down, rushing forward in unison, almost falling down, and there was a loud scolding sound outside the car.

Jiang Wanxiu, who was the most agile, was the first to touch her head and get up, Rao is thick velvet cushion was spread in the car, she still hit her head and hurt, and immediately said: "What's the matter?!" "—of course no one will answer her.

After Jiang Wanwen got up, she leaned to the side very vigilantly and opened a curtain to see, Bai Qingqing couldn't taunt her, and leaned over to look, fortunately, the Shengfu coachman drove the carriage and horse behind a big tree on the side of the road, which was quite hidden, and the three of them secretly lifted the curtain and were never seen.

This look was suddenly startled, the old lady and their carriage was stopped in front, and there was chaos outside, crying father and mother, and the carriage could not pass.

I saw that not far away, several sons in brocade clothes and jade ornaments rode high-headed horses and laughed and scolded in the middle.

Jiang Wanxiu listened a little, only to know that they galloped through the horses, kicking over all the small vendors that were originally placed at the intersection, because the castration was too urgent, and they trampled down many pedestrians.

I only heard one of the men in a big red brocade raising a horsewhip and scolding: "Dog minion, blind your dog eyes, dare to stand in the way of the master, the master will trample you to death in one go, just like trampling a grasshopper to death!" ”

A man below supported his dying mother, who was hit with blood on her head, and said angrily: "You... Do you have no royal law? It's so hurtful and harmful, and it cares for people's lives! ”

The man in red whipped down, and the man had a bloody face, lowered his head and hugged his mother, the man in red shook his face, opened his back molars and spit out a mouthful of phlegm: "Wang Fa? Lord is the king's law! Don't hide away yet! ”

The man seemed to be aroused to be stubborn, so he stepped forward and hugged the thigh of the man in red and didn't let go, the man in red only whipped down one whip after another, and the man didn't let go.

The other noble young men on the horses next to him all laughed and said, "Zhang Rong! Your whip isn't strong enough! ”

"Didn't you tell Xiao Cuixian to empty her body last night? Hahaha......"

"I said brother, you can smoke a little leisurely, don't flash your waist, if you have a good one, Tianxian Pavilion can pour half of the deal!" …… Around him, the boys and buddies in fresh clothes and angry horses laughed and laughed.

That Rong Xian was even more annoyed, and he twitched the whip with force, and he ruthlessly cracked the skin of the man.

The side was laughing, and suddenly heard a cold male voice and said: "I want to draw someone back to find a slave to have a good time, so I will be pumped to death and no one will care about you, what kind of eyes are you here?" ”

Jiang Wanxiu had already retracted her head and stopped looking, but suddenly realized that this voice seemed familiar, so she peeked again, and saw that there was a man wearing a royal blue round neck, even if he was riding on a horse, he also showed broad shoulders and a straight back, very tall, who was Song Chen.

At this time, the carriage stopped at the intersection gradually increased, all the carriages and horses were gorgeous, the people were strong, and several families had sent the family to come forward to ask, and the group of brocade boys saw that it was wrong, so they sprinkled a lot of silver, galloped their horses, and drove away, leaving only the flat-headed people who were crying in a place, and they were kicked and trampled in vain, but they also hurried to pick up money.

Jiang Wanxiu shook her head and retreated into the car, recalling that the man who beat people, named Zhang Rong, was the second son of Shaoshi, who was stubborn and domineering by nature in his previous life, and repeatedly framed his brother with Song Chen, and indirectly harmed his brother's ambition was not realized.

But in the previous life, Zhang Rong was killed in the end, and he became a scapegoat, and the fate of this life is estimated to be the same.

Most of the ladies in the carriage were from high families, and when they saw the crying of the place, they immediately gave their money to the wounded, and scattered a lot of money to the wounded, and the people outside gradually dispersed, and the rest of the carriage went on its way to the mountain.

Huayan Temple is located in the west of the city Lingyuan mountain top left, is one of the three famous temples in the capital, the founding of the dynasty when the grandfather had personally written the inscription 'Pudu sentient beings' four words and famous.

The temple is not particularly grand and gorgeous, only three halls before and after, respectively enshrine the Buddha, Guanyin and Miller Arhat, etc., and then a bell tower on both sides, the incense is not as prosperous as the other two big temples, so the old lady for a clean picture, only chose here to incense.

Burning incense to worship the Buddha Jiang Wanxiu in his previous life, with the old Song Taijun was cooked, and the group followed the monk into the main hall, only to see the host of good luck to greet him.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries, the old lady donated a large amount of sesame oil money, Mrs. Jiang and Su Lan also donated some later, and then the ladies started from the main hall, from left to right according to the Buddha statue everywhere to burn incense and kowtow, secretly pray for their wishes, and burned a lot of paper.

When she went to Yang Zhi Guanyin at the last place of the third hall, Jiang Wanxiu thought of her mother and brother, so she sincerely kowtowed a few more times, hoping that everything would be fine with them in this life.

When Jiang Wanxiu raised her head, she saw Jiang Wanwen staring blankly at a sign holder on the incense case, and her eyes seemed to be eager to try, and when she saw Jiang Wanxiu looking at herself, she retracted her eyes stupidly.

Before Jiang Wanxiu could speak, Bai Qingqing on the side knelt down as soon as he took the stick, and shook it with words, Jiang Wanwen bit her lip, because she was not good outside, she watched Bai Qingqing shake out a stick, and before she could see what it was, Bai Qingqing grabbed it in her hand, and then looked at them and said, "Can you ask for a sign?" Let's go and unsign together after begging. ”

Jiang Wanwen was pulled out by Rulan, so she didn't delay any longer, immediately took the lottery holder and knelt down, kowtowed her head three times in a row, and then shook it carefully, and then also fell out of one, still caught it in her hand without being seen clearly; Then I went to see Jiang Wanxiu.

Jiang Wanxiu shook her head and said, "I don't need it, you can go and unsign it." ”

Jiang Wanwen pretended not to follow, pulled Jiang Wanxiu and pressed it on the futon, and said, "If it doesn't work, we both begged, you can't be left behind." ”

Bai Qingqing also said lightly: "My sister still begged, if my grandmother knows, I may blame me for not taking care of you as a sister." ”

Jiang Wanxiu knelt in front of the Bodhisattva with a wry smile, shaking the lottery holder, thinking of herself in her past and present lives, although she knew that the road was under her feet, she was still curious to know what kind of lottery she could ask for.

Bai Qingqing and Jiang Wanwen looked at Jiang Wanxiu shaking the lottery there, and the expressions on their faces were obscure.

Bai Qingqing pushed her impatiently, and then shook out a lottery in a daze, Jiang Wanxiu stood up, and the three sisters compared the sticks, from oldest to smallest: upper, middle, middle, lower.

Bai Qingqing and Jiang Wanwen were quite proud, and then looked at the poor sign in Jiang Wanxiu's hand as if they were pitying, and comforted one after another: "It's just a broken lot, don't go to your heart." ”

Jiang Wanxiu is very calm: This lottery is a true reflection of what happened to her in her previous life, after all, this life is not her first life.

The entrance of the hall is the unsigning place, three or five old monks sit there, and after the three of them pass the old lady, they will be accompanied by the maid to unsign.

As soon as I got closer, I saw a young girl in brocade clothes sitting around a group of servant women, she sat with her back to see her face clearly, and only heard the old monk opposite her say: "...... When Qin Qiong sold horses, the willows were bright; Although the girl is a little unhappy at present, she just has to follow the trend, and she will always see the moon ......when the clouds open."

Jiang Wanxiu smiled, all the signatures are a model, and they can be used anywhere.