Traitor

Chapter 45 She Can't Be Pure-hearted
On the way back to the mansion, Zhao Wuyou didn't say a word, and she didn't expect Mu Baili, a dead eunuch, to be such a rascal.Where does he want to repay, this is clearly a humiliation.After all, she is also the Minister of Rites, and he actually asked her to paint erotic palaces. How could she have any face when the news spread?How should the prime minister's mansion deal with itself?
But Zhao Wuyou knew the current affairs, and in that situation, she could only follow suit.

Picking something, Mu Baili gave it one, and left the handle in his hands.What she didn't even expect was that Mu Baili sent the things to the imperial court, and now even if she wanted to get them back, there was nothing she could do.

Mu Baili is Mu Baili, who is willing to suffer the slightest loss.

Looking down at the Buddha beads in his palm, Zhao Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly.It stands to reason that Mu Baili had his drawings in his hands, and if he couldn't find the secret behind the beads, he would definitely take out the beads and force her to speak.But in fact, although those Buddhist beads were expensive, they were not what she wanted.

So she guessed that Mu Baili probably didn't have what she wanted in his hands.

Tomorrow is the day to go to Yun'an Temple.

Thinking of this, the temperature in Zhao Wuyou's eyes plummeted.

Clenching the jade token in his hand, Zhao Wuyou sneered twice, "I'd like to see what other tricks you can play."

The emperor has a harem of three thousand, and the dynasty has ceased to this day.The ministers have long been used to the emperor's stupidity, so whether the emperor goes to court or not has little to do with them.If there is an urgent business, Zhao Wuyou will be behind.The rest of the small matters are all handled by Xia Donglou in the cabinet.

So what the emperor saw was Xia Donglou's control over the cabinet, not Zhao Wuyou behind the scenes.

Although Jiang is still old and hot, Xia Donglou is still old, but he doesn't know: the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.

At daybreak, Zhao Wuyou took the Buddhist beads to Yun'an Temple.

It is better to give such a good thing to Li Buddha's mother.Zhao Wuyou doesn't believe in gods or ghosts, she only believes in herself.

Looking up at the plaque of Yun'an Temple, Zhang Tao was captured here last month.It is strange to say that she has been tracked down for so long, but she has not found any information about Zhang Tao's party members.It can be seen that he has met his opponent.

Entering the meditation room, Zhao Wuyou crossed his legs on the futon silently, and respectfully placed the brocade box beside his mother.

After Yang Jinzhi finished reading, she put down the wooden fish in her hand and turned to look at her, "You look much better."

"The pear blossoms in the Shangshu Mansion are blooming very well." Zhao Wuyou opened the brocade box, "Mother, it's not suitable for me to leave this item, I think it's better to keep it with my mother."

Yang Jinzhi looked at the beads in the brocade box, shook her head with a smile, "sincerity lies in the heart, not essence in things. He Huan, you still don't understand." She got up and wrapped the beads around Zhao Wuyou's wrist, "One hundred and ten The eight Buddhist beads have their own definitions. Hehuan, everything is too exhausted, and the fate is bound to be premature. You may not understand what your mother is saying now. After you have gone through some things, you will understand that some obsessions are karma , and some obsessions are fate."

Zhao Wuyou really doesn't understand Buddhism. She knows about government affairs and how to control people's hearts, but she can't be pure-hearted.

"Mother?" She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the Buddhist beads, "This thing is not suitable for me." Her hands were covered with blood, even if the Buddha would not tolerate her, she might as well not enter the Buddhist gate!
Yang Jinzhi held his daughter's hand, with a trace of sadness on his kind face, "Hehuan, although God's will is inevitable, but it's man-made! Hehuan, if—— let's go!"

"Is it still allowed for me to go now? I can't go either." She looked at her mother with a smile, "Mother, I will stay with you well today!"

Yang Jinzhi nodded, and Zhao Wuyou walked out of the meditation room with her arm.

Spring is waning, which is the best time of the year.

The trees are full of flowers, and they are falling, silent and relatively silent.

"The year you were born, the pear blossoms were the best." Yang Jinzhi looked at the white trees, as if recalling the scene of that year.

Waiting for Yang Jinzhi to get tired, Zhao Wuyou sent her back to her room. When she came out, Xi Mo and Yunzheng were already waiting outside the courtyard gate.

"My lord, it's a jade token!" Yun Zheng respectfully presented a jade token with both hands.

Zhao Wuyou smiled coolly, "It seems..."

(End of this chapter)