Arrive at Famen Temple.
Everyone in the Jiang family had been waiting in the carriage for a while. When Jiang Sheng jumped out of the carriage, Tan Yue calculated the right time and helped Mrs. Jiang to get out.
"Grandma." She rushed over with a smile, "I kept you waiting."
"Soon." Mrs. Jiang touched her head, "Where is father?"
Jiang Sheng suppressed a smile and pointed at the white-faced middle-aged man who was lifting the car curtain. It turned out that not only she would admit her mistake, but Mrs. Jiang, the mother, would also admit her son was wrong.
"This..." Mrs. Jiang was stunned.
Tan Yue's eyes widened.
Behind them were Liao, Jiang Chenghuan, and four people from the second room, all of whom were dumbfounded.
Who would have thought that General Jiang, who had a cheeky face, would actually have a white face and no beard. Not only did his original burly and forced feeling disappear, but he also gained a bit of elegance, and he was 60% similar to Jiang Jizong.
"My uncle looks as handsome as his father when he shaves his beard." Jiang Chengyu exclaimed from the side, suspiciously flattering.
Everyone in the Jiang family suppressed their laughter, but Liao felt indescribable.
When the two first got married, Jiang Jizu was so elegant and handsome, and deeply captured her heart.
Later, he was defeated several times. His fair and childish appearance aroused doubts in the army and brought shame to the Jiang family. Out of resentment and to cover up his childishness, he grew a beard and did not shave it off for twenty years.
Although Mrs. Liao didn't say anything, who doesn't want her husband to be handsome and unrestrained, and who doesn't like white-faced scholars. It's a pity that the Liao family was of low status at that time, so she didn't talk too much.
She really didn't expect that twenty years later, she could still see her husband looking fair and elegant.
"My eldest brother dislikes the troublesome eating with beards." Jiang Jizong rarely teased, "You have to wash your face after every meal."
Jiang Jizu laughed and touched his cheek, "Nanny doesn't like it."
It turns out it was for my daughter.
Jiang Jizong nodded in understanding, and the others smiled slightly.
Only Liao clenched her fists, stared at Jiang Sheng coldly, and then lowered her eyelashes.
The maid behind him followed her master and snorted disdainfully.
Jiang Sheng's smile disappeared and he unconsciously leaned against Mrs. Omi.
"Okay, okay, let's go and burn incense." Mrs. Jiang's eyes flashed coldly, and she hugged her granddaughter with one hand, "Our daughter also wants to meet her grandfather."
"Girl, you still don't know what the old general is like. Although I haven't met him a few times, I always hear the old lady say it, and I can tell you about it." Tan Yue cleverly changed the subject, "Listen to me. …”
A group of people walked up slowly, and even the oldest lady did not call for the sedan chair.
They climbed over the steps and through the mud, and finally reached the temple halfway up the mountain.
Different from the small temple where Prince Gong’s crown prince hides his beauty in the golden house, Famen Temple is the large temple most visited by the Fengjing family. There are hundreds of memorial tablets of the family’s elders, and dozens of monks chant sutras and pray for blessings.
The aristocratic families donated some incense money and came to commemorate their deceased relatives during the Qingming Festival.
Today, due to the unseasonable weather, there were almost no pilgrims, and the entire Famen Temple seemed to be open only to the Jiang family.
"Amitabha, the donor is here." The little novice monk who was waiting for the guests clasped his hands together.
"Here we are." Madam Jiang greeted, "How are you, young master?"
"Everything is fine." The little novice monk lowered his head, "All the people who are supposed to come are here."
"That's good, that's good." Mrs. Jiang nodded, "Then go in, I haven't seen the host for a long time."
The young novice monk repeated the Buddha's name and led the way.
Jiang Jizu followed him expressionlessly, occasionally glancing at Jiang Sheng, and seeing that she was only curious and shaking her little head from side to side, he put his heart back in his stomach.
The group walked through the bluestone road, passed through the dense bamboo forest, and climbed three flights of stairs before finally arriving at the main hall of the temple.
The host, whose beard and hair were all white, opened his eyes, "Congratulations to the old lady, congratulations to the general, for regaining his daughter's wealth and returning his bloodline."
He looked at Jiang Sheng again and smiled slightly, "Young lady is a lucky person."
The face is like the full moon and the limbs are round. How could he eat like this without luck?
The brothers at the back murmured in their hearts.
"Can the host read faces?" Jiang Chengyu, who was also round, became interested and rushed to the front, "Look at me, am I also very lucky?"
The old host looked at it carefully and nodded seriously, "A round face is a blessing, and buck teeth are easy to talk too much."
Jiang Chengyu quickly closed his mouth to cover his uneven teeth.
"What about me? What about me?" Jiang Chengfeng also came over.
The old host laughed and said, "The forehead is broad and the face is broad, and the blessings are endless."
Now that I have seen so many, there are only a few left.
The old host glanced at Jiang Chenghuan and saw her thin figure and thin chin. He shook his head slightly and sighed, "It's hard to bear blessings if you are too thin."
Ms. Liao was a little unhappy, but before she could say anything, Zheng Ruqian, who was in high spirits, pulled his brothers forward.
"Look at us." The four boys raised their chins.
The host commented seriously one by one, "With a broad face and a big mouth, wealth comes from all directions."
This is Zheng Ruqian.
"He has a handsome eyebrow and a natural-born military commander."
This is Fang Heng.
"A man lives in a female body, and his heart is as careful as his hair."
This is Wen Zhiyun.
When he saw the long banquet, the old host was obviously stunned. He looked at it several times, and his expression changed from solemn to slightly changed to sighing.
"Host, host, what's wrong with my brother?" Jiang Sheng rushed over worriedly, "Is he okay?"
After careful consideration, the host said, "My life is not in danger."
But it's just that his life is not in danger.
Jiang Sheng didn't hear the outside of the words and was extremely happy, "As long as you can live, why do you care so much?"
"It would be better if I could stay alive and have enough to eat."
Everyone laughed because of this girl's obvious life goal.
"Amitabha." The host finally finished dealing with the children and called the Buddha with one hand. "The Zen room has been tidied up and all the idle people have left. Please invite me."
He turned slightly to make way for the small door leading to the meditation room.
Jiang Sheng, who had never been here before, didn't understand and walked forward happily.
People who know a little bit will wonder, the memorial tablet is in the side hall, and the incense is also in the side hall. What are they doing in a resting place like the Zen room, and clearing away the idle people, as if they are doing something serious.
As we arrived at the backyard, the door just now was closed by the novice monk, and this feeling became more serious.
Famen Temple is built on the mountain, and the locations of the Zen rooms are also scattered. There is a bluestone road in the middle that winds up until it reaches the cliff.
Surrounded by a nine-foot-high wall, it not only blocks the steep mountains, but also traps the disturbance inside and outside the Zen room.
No outsiders, no distracting eyes.
Tan Yue moved a wicker chair and helped Mrs. Jiang sit down.
Jiang Jizu finally turned around and looked directly at the person beside him, "I have already begged the emperor to hand over the Liao family's lychee business to Jiuzhenfang."
Zheng Ruqian, who was bored, suddenly became energetic.
"The emperor also agreed to my request and removed all members of the Liao family from their official careers."
"The other major aristocratic families also got the news and will no longer do any business with the Liao family."
If you don't take action, it's fine. Once you do, it's amazing.
If Jiang Chengyuan is just a drizzle, then Jiang Jizu is like a thunderstorm.
"Why?" Mrs. Liao was shocked and lost her voice, "Why did the Liao family offend you? You want to kill the Liao family's life!"
"Don't you know what you did?" Jiang Jizu smiled, "Are you really not clear about it?"
Replace the Jiang family's legitimate daughter, throw away the Jiang family's legitimate daughter, and ignore the Jiang family's legitimate daughter.
There are many conditions and conditions, which one is not offensive?
The Jiang family are not paper tigers, nor are they bad people. They are just looking for evidence and waiting for the return of the person who really gave the orders.
Now, he's back.
Not only to regain the relationship between father and daughter, but also to give Jiang Sheng justice and give her an explanation for her twelve years of lonely life.
"For the sake of your niece, you abandoned your own daughter and left her begging for seven years, starving to death for seven years, and being insulted and beaten for seven years. Are you a mother? How can you be so cruel?"
"Ms. Liao, answer me, why are you so cruel?"
