Taking the remaining banknotes with him, Jiang Ling went to a place.

A street not far from Jinshan Temple had been converted into a shantytown where disaster victims lived. She used the remaining silver to buy a lot of meat buns and hot porridge and distributed them to the refugees here.

After distributing all the food, it was still early in the day, so he looked up and saw the looming Jinshan Temple halfway up the mountain. Jiang Ling thought about it briefly and decided to walk along the mountain road.

Lu Wu supported her, and they both walked very carefully.

In front of the Guanyin statue, she lit three sticks of incense.

On the first stick of incense, she prayed for her parents and Ayan. She prayed that her family would be free from worries and disasters.

On the second stick of incense, she prayed for herself. She asked for very little, and it was enough to live peacefully in the Prime Minister's Mansion for the rest of her life.

The third stick...

As soon as Jiang Ling closed her eyes, Bu Zhan's face flashed in front of her.

——Her despised and treacherous husband.

In recent days, he has successively eliminated two groups of hostile party members. He is ruthless and resolute in his work. He is even known as the "Living King of Hell".

During the days when he was not in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Ling would write to him every day. Her handwriting was as neat and beautiful as her own, with gentle hairpin flowers and small regular script. She was careful when writing and writing.

She did not dare to disturb Bu Zhan every day. Every few days, she would give the accumulated letters to Lu Wu and ask her to pass them on to Master Tan Zhao.

In the Buddhist hall of Jinshan Temple.

Jiang Ling knelt down in front of the Guanyin statue, clasped his hands together, and begged the gods to forgive his sins.

…

The other side of Jinshan Temple.

It was not yet past midnight, but it was very cold in the courtyard located halfway up the mountain. Light smoke swirled around the red maple trees, and the lonely bells made the surroundings more solemn and solemn. However, after a while, two men walked out of the courtyard, a young man. He is dressed in moon-white clothes, walks slowly, and has a dignified demeanor.

He was obviously very young, but the middle-aged man beside him respected him very much.

"Yuan has written down everything the Prime Minister said today. I will go back and think about it for a few days before giving an accurate answer to the Prime Minister."

Bu Zhan nodded lightly and said calmly: "There's no rush."

The other party bowed respectfully to him again and then walked away.

It was not very late, and golden-pink haze had already appeared on the horizon. After Yuan Lu left, Tan Zhao stepped forward and said hesitantly:

"Master Xiang, do you really trust Yuan Lu?"

This man is the cousin of Xiao Qiqing, the right prime minister. Although the two are related by blood, their relationship has always been at odds. Xiao Qiqing is solemn and strict, but Yuan Lu is a lively and bohemian man. He is full of colorful things and often appears in Fireworks Willow Alley. place.

Greedy for money, lustful, slippery-tongued, and adapt to the wind.

Hearing this, Bu Zhan just raised his chin, and the cloud patterns on his sleeves were blown by the cold wind, bringing up the dark and deep thoughts in his eyes.

"Send someone to follow, don't alert the enemy."

Tan Zhao nodded: "I understand."

As I was walking outside the temple, suddenly, a beautiful and charming figure broke into my sight.

Tan Zhao had sharp eyes and was slightly surprised:

"Prime Minister, is that... madam?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that his Prime Minister's eyes were fixed on that person.

The girl was dressed in a pretty dress, with a unique hairpin in her bun. There were only green flowers on her side, but no trace of the green chrysanthemums.

Perhaps because her clothes were more colorful, Tan Zhao actually felt that the eldest lady was more lively and cheerful than before.

He suddenly realized that he had not seen the eldest lady for a long time.

The left courtyard of Jinshan Temple is a place for marriage. There is a marriage tree in the courtyard that is said to have survived for thousands of years. The branches are covered with red ribbons. When the wind blows, red clouds flutter.

And Jiang Ling was standing under the marriage tree, solemnly accepting a strand of red silk.

Seeing this, Tan Zhao turned his head and quietly looked at Bu Zhan.

His expression didn't move, he just looked at Jiang Ling quietly.

The rays of sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves. The little girl lowered her head and drew seriously.

After a while, she cherishedly blew the ink on the red silk and handed it to the abbot with both hands.

The other party took a look at the handwriting and said, "Donor, you only wrote your birthday and birth date."

Jiang Ling looked slightly embarrassed and said honestly:

"I... don't know his date of birth."

The other party laughed and said, "Donor, if there are no horoscopes, this marriage tree may not be effective. You should go back and ask your husband. Only by writing down the horoscopes of both people's birth dates, will the marriage tree bless you all your life.

A pair of people for life."

One pair for life people.

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Ling looked away with embarrassment. For a moment, some emotion flashed through her eyes. Her eyes dimmed slightly and her voice was very low:

"Then...please hang up this ribbon first. I'll ask my husband when I get back."

The abbot had no choice but to nod.

A bright smile finally appeared on the corner of the girl's lips, and she said gratefully to the other person: "Thank you."

After Jiang Ling left, Bu Zhan came out of the darkness.

The familiar sandalwood scent blew against his face, it was gentle and cool. When the abbot saw him, he respectfully stepped forward and saluted.

Bu Zhan's eyes fell on the newly tied red silk ribbon.

The ribbon was very new, the color was very bright, and the handwriting on it was neat, with their names written side by side.

But the place that should have belonged to his birth date was a desolate blank.

Seeing it, Tan Zhao asked tentatively: "Master Prime Minister, can you ask your subordinates to take it off?"

This is a marriage tree. Once two people are tied together, their hearts are in perfect harmony and they will never leave.

He looked away without saying a word, looking farther away, as if he was thinking about something.

The scene just now flashed before his eyes——

Under the huge marriage tree, the girl raised her face full of hope. In order to tie the red silk higher, she stood on tiptoe desperately and murmured to herself as she hung it:

"Hang it higher, and the road will be smoother in the future..."

Bu Zhan has never believed in the blessing of any gods.

He doesn't even believe in the so-called retribution of good and evil, and the reincarnation of cause and effect.

Of course, he was dismissive of these statements, and even sneered at them. If there were really evil consequences in the world, he would have been sent to the eighteenth level of hell for killing his father, committing crimes, and treason.

Just when he was about to look away, those eyes flashed in his mind for no reason.

Those eyes are obedient, pure and clear.

It's that stupid woman.

Bu Zhan frowned slightly.

She was really stupid. She didn't even know his horoscope, so she believed these bluffs.

His temple suddenly hurt.

The man closed his eyes lightly, his thick eyelashes hanging down like a small fan. After a moment, a faint voice sounded in the wind:

"No need, just keep it."

There was more emotion in his voice than he himself was aware of, but it dissipated in the smoke in just a moment.
Chapter completed!