The queen mother is charming

Chapter 98 Jiang Bo's Past

But when you walk to the backyard, where can you see the shadow of the old monk?
Turning around, I realized that what I accidentally broke into was a small courtyard, and there was a meditation room directly opposite.

There are long-burning lamps enshrined in the meditation room.

Today, due to the heavy snowfall, the sky is groggy, and a bright light shines through the window.

Generally speaking, any pilgrims want to enshrine any spiritual tablets are enshrined in the main hall. Who is it that will have a separate meditation room?
And looking at those lights, it doesn't look like the handwriting of a small family.

Mu Qingchao was curious for a moment, so he leaned over to have a look.

But he saw that in the meditation room, dozens of tablets were densely arranged.

First examine the spiritual seat of Jianghuai Mountain—the unfilial son Jiang Hanzhi Jingli.

The spiritual seat of the first concubine Liu Yuehua—the unfilial son Jiang Hanzhi respectfully stands.

The spiritual seat of the ancestor Kao Jiang Yongyuan--the grandson Jiang Hanzhi respectfully stands.

Uncle Jianghuaihai's spirit seat...

Mu Qingchao counted them one by one, and found that there were thirteen memorial tablets, half of them were surnamed Jiang, and the worshipers, without exception, were...Jiang Hanzhi.

It just so happened that a few young novice monks passed by at this time.

Mu Qingchao drew one casually: "Master, may I ask, who is enshrined here?"

Seeing that it was Mu Qingchao, the little novice immediately knelt down.

"The Empress Dowager doesn't know, but the worshipers are from Wu'anhou's family."

Marquis Wu'an... a family?
Mu Qingchao felt a "thump" in his heart.

"Then the worshiper..."

"The person enshrined is none other than Marquis Wu'an."

Sure enough, Mu Qingchao had guessed when he saw those spiritual seats, but when he thought that Jiang Hanzhi on the spiritual seats was Jiang Bo, he felt a sense of suffocation.

How can it make people not suffocate?Think about it, Jiang Bo buried all thirteen members of the Jiang family with his own hands, and then engraved their names on the tablets one by one.

What kind of feeling is this?
At such times, the living are the greatest pain.

Mu Qingchao knew from the time he knew Jiang Bo that he had no parents and was alone.

But she didn't think about how and when his parents were gone, and how he felt when he lost these relatives.

That night, Mu Qingchao went to the library of the temple to read the history of Nanming.

I saw that it was clearly written on it that the Jiang family, loyal and loyal for generations, guarded the border for Nanming.

That night, the Turkic people attacked at night and bloodbathed the city. It was the Jiang family who resisted in the face of danger. Before the reinforcements came, they used their own flesh and blood to protect the people in the city.

That night, among the three generations of the Jiang family, there was only one Young Prince Jiang left.

The 13-year-old little prince, who traveled thousands of miles alone, helped the thirteen coffins of the Jiang family back to Jinling...

There are only a few strokes in the history books, and what is recorded is the heart-wrenching past.

Jiang Po...

Why did the world have to treat him like this?
Mu Qingchao closed the book by himself, stuffed it back, and walked out of the Library Pavilion, only to see Mrs. Zhong waiting for her outside with a lantern.

When Zhong saw Mu Qingchao, he hurried up.

"Yaoyao, what's the matter with you?" Zhong asked.

"It's fine, why are you crying?"

Did she cry?

Mu Qingchao realized that when he touched his cheek, it was already completely cold.

"Did something happen?" Zhong asked with concern.

Mu Qingchao looked back at her, and smiled palely: "No, it's okay..."

"What are you talking about, what are you doing here in Zangshu Pavilion in such a heavy snow? Is it cold?" Zhong didn't ask further, but put a thick cloak in his hand on Mu Qingchao's body.

Feeling the softness and warmth of the cloak, Mu Qingchao felt a little relieved.

"Mother, I don't think this temple is simple." She said to Zhong.

First it was the old monk, and now it is those spirit seats.

It stands to reason that the majestic Wu'an Prince's Mansion sacrificed for the country, and it is not too much to deserve to enjoy the Taimiao. Why is it enshrined in this small temple?
There must be some reason for all this.

"Have Sister Yin and Sister Luo played enough?" Mu Qingchao asked Zhong.

"I've been playing crazy today, and now I'm asleep. Sister Luo asked for a marriage talisman, but Sister Yin asked for an official career."

Mrs. Zhong thought it was funny when she said it, what kind of official career does the little girl want?
But Mu Qingchao also nodded: "I'm crazy enough, I should go back to the palace tomorrow, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so many things need to be prepared in advance."

**
Time flies so fast.

Before he knew it, Mu Qingchao had been reborn for a year.

At this time last year, Mu Qingchao was still busy playing Tai Chi with the Zhong family, living like a little transparent, and was ridiculed by the concubines when he went to the Jiying Hall.

This year, she has silver in her hands, and the money is thrown away like it is countless. No matter how high-spirited, if you don't give her some face, you have to give the money some face.

The internal servant even enshrined her like an ancestor.

Before the New Year's Eve banquet, she asked the best embroiderer to make the best winter clothes for her, and put on luxurious jewelry. Although the color should not be too gorgeous, she always looked radiant in the mirror.

"Year after year, Ai's family is getting older." Mu Qingchao couldn't help sighing.

I will be [-] next year. In a few years, even if I want to wear brighter clothes, I won’t be able to. I still have regrets.

But the regret was only for a moment, and Mu Qingchao quickly adjusted his mentality.

With Chunya's support, he went to Jiying Hall.

Coincidentally, she bumped into Shen Muchi.

After all, the last time I saw Shen Muchi was when I pleaded for Princess Wan'an.

Probably because Zhong's family collapsed, Shen Muchi didn't need her anymore, so he didn't see her for several months.

Mu Qingchao hurriedly got off the sedan chair and saluted Shen Muchi.

"See Your Majesty."

She has already suffered losses from Shen Muchi's place several times, and she has learned a lot from suffering, so now she dare not be disrespectful.

But she lowered her head, and she didn't see Shen Muchi reply for a long time.

He didn't speak, and she didn't dare to move, she could only lower her head and look at the pair of black boots in front of her.

Mu Qingchao could feel that Shen Muchi's eyes were always on him.

After a long time, he stopped and asked: "I haven't seen you for a long time, how is the Queen Mother doing these days?"

"Thanks to His Majesty, Aijia is doing well."

After these words, there was another long silence, Shen Muchi's words seemed to contain many unspoken words.

"Has the Empress Dowager heard about my affairs?" It was after a long time that she heard such endless words.

"Your Majesty... what is your...?" Mu Qingchao was really puzzled.

"Beauty Xu!"

It can be seen that Shen Muchi's words are a little impatient.

But what did the matter between him and Xu Meiren have to do with her?

"Oh, oh." Mu Qingchao quickly responded: "I heard that Xu Meiren is gentle, considerate, and versatile. I really congratulate Your Majesty for having such a desirable pillow."

"Other than that, don't you have anything else to say?" Shen Muchi's tone contained uncontrollable anger, as if Mu Qingchao had said something very offensive.

(End of this chapter)