Marry a powerful minister and remain a widow?I’m done with the book-wearing female role!

Before dawn on the Ghost Festival, Jiang Yuzhu accompanied her family in a carriage to Huguo Temple to pray for blessings.

Halfway through the car, it suddenly started raining.

The rain was heavy and fast, making the carriage patter.

Jiang Yuzhu picked up a cup of hot tea and asked Hongli with a bleak expression, "How far is it?"

Jiang Yuzhu was afraid of the bamboo forest at Huguo Temple due to her bad experiences in the past. In addition, it was not advisable to travel in the lunar calendar, so she backed down.

Hong Li opened the car window and looked around. Rainwater splashed from the car window and wet the tablecloth on the small table.

Unable to judge in the end, Hongli asked the coachman and replied: "Madam, there is about a quarter of an hour left."

The Hungry Ghost Festival is a big day for paying homage. Along the way, we encountered many carriages and horses, all heading towards the Huguo Temple.

Along the way, not a single carriage turned back midway.

"Madam, today the eminent monk of Huguo Temple is giving a Zen lecture. He did not announce it to the outside world in advance. Most of the people who came here are people who got the news, and they are either rich or noble."

Hongxiu knelt down, opened the partition under the bench, and took out two oil-paper umbrellas.

Jiang Yuzhu leaned against the car wall and fell asleep, covering her lower abdomen with her hands.The warmth from the palm of her hand felt close to her, and the pain of swelling in her lower abdomen was relieved a lot. She counted with her fingers and realized that today was her first day.

After finally reaching the bottom of the mountain, the ladies and ladies of the official family were holding colorful oil-paper umbrellas, and the corners of their skirts were already stained with water stains.

On a rainy day, a young novice monk specially greeted me at the foot of the mountain: "Amitabha, the road is slippery on rainy days. Please pay attention to the stone platform under your feet. However, praying in such harsh weather shows your sincerity."

On a rainy day, the wind is strong and the fallen flowers are blown away.

There is water on the steps leading to Huguo Temple. If you are not careful, there is a risk of falling.

Along the way there were constant screams from ladies and ladies, and from time to time someone fell down and was in a state of embarrassment.

Jiang Yuzhu had a good sense of balance. She sent Hongxiu and Hongjin to help her mother-in-law Chen and mother-in-law Shen. She pulled her sister-in-law and mother-in-law Chen to climb up by grabbing the handrail. When she arrived at the mountain gate, her clothes were soaked, but she was still wet. There were no surprises along the way.

After changing into a set of plain clothes in the waiting room, Jiang Yuzhu went straight to the front hall.

In the temple, the heavy bells rang, and the echoes were long and distant, as if there was an artistic conception of compassion for heaven and earth.

The main hall was quiet, and the incense burner on the Buddhist niche had already been filled with sandalwood. The fragrance was gentle and timeless.

Jiang Yuzhu burned incense in front of the futon and knelt down sincerely. The person she wanted to worship was not others, but herself.

Jiang Yuzhu traveled to the book and wondered whether she or the original owner was still there in the modern era.

Since replacing the original owner, with family, sisters, time, and money, Jiang Yuzhu has lived the life she dreamed of and is content.

She closed her eyes gently and said silently in her heart: I will take care of your family on your behalf, and I will also take good care of myself. I will never let the Jiang family get the ending in the book.

Jiang Yuzhu only had this idea in her mind. The only person she couldn't take over was the original owner's sweetheart, her cousin Lu Yunxi.

Even if she couldn't say it out loud, she could express it with her thoughts in front of the Buddha. It seemed that the invisible shackles that had been weighing on her for a long time were removed, which made her feel relieved.

Kowtowing again, Jiang Yuzhu recited silently: May the northern soldiers be victorious and triumphant, may there be no more wars in the world, may the great Qi country be peaceful and the people be safe, may the people live and work in peace and contentment, may they have enough food and clothing...

Jiang Yuzhu's thoughts are very small, and these wishes are made for her family.

At this time, in the side hall next door, Mrs. Shen had kowtowed more than a dozen times and prayed silently: May my son Yuanhe and his daughter-in-law Yuzhu be harmonious and have a deep love and righteousness. May I have a good grandson and a good granddaughter as soon as possible. If they get what they deserve, I wish to spend the rest of my life doing good deeds and accumulating virtue to repay the Buddha's love.

In the distance, another bell sounded.

Jiang Yuzhu felt calm, as if her heart had been cleansed.

She walked outside the palace door, held up the oil-paper umbrella, and felt a warm current coming from her lower abdomen. This feeling was very familiar.

People in Daqi believe that women are unclean during menstruation, and it would be disrespectful to the Buddha if they were left behind during menstruation.

Jiang Yuzhu greeted her family and hurried down the mountain with only the red carp.

There were menstrual belts and a change of clothes on the carriage. Jiang Yuzhu hurriedly arranged them and made a cup of brown sugar ginger tea with warm water in the pot to warm up.

Hong Li packed up the clothes that his wife had changed and asked, "Madam, where should we go back?"

"Go back to Xie Mansion."

In order to appear pious, Chen and Shen had to stay in Huguo Temple to worship Buddha for seven days, eat vegetarian food and copy scriptures.

There was no master in Xie's house, so Jiang Yuzhu had to go back and take charge of the overall situation.

Halfway through the journey, the carriage suddenly slowed down.

Jiang Yuzhu was shaken awake and narrowed her eyes: "What's going on?"

The coachman wiped the rain off his face with his hand, looked steadily not far ahead, and said in surprise: "Madam, there is a carriage overturned in front of you, and there are people lying on the ground, but the coachman is nowhere to be found."

It was raining heavily, and the man lay motionless on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

There is a depression next to it where puddles have accumulated.

If the person is still alive, he may be unlucky enough to drown while in a coma.

When Hongli heard that only the woman had fallen to the ground, he hurriedly opened the car window and looked out.

This was so shocking that Hong Li took a breath and said, "Madam, the woman who fell to the ground seems..."

"Like what?"

Jiang Yuzhu sat upright and woke up instantly, not even the slightest bit sleepy.

Hong Li tried his best to lean out of the window. The man was wearing a lavender dress, and the butterfly at the corner of the dress was half covered by the mud and water. It didn't look very real.

"It looks like Miss Zhao!"

Hong Li remembered that Zhao Fendie and his wife had made an appointment to meet at Huguo Temple, but they still didn't see anyone. Could it be that there was an accident?

Jiang Yuzhu's mind buzzed and she felt cold all over her body.

The carriage overturned. Where was the driver, and where were the two maids Biyun and Biyue?Why was Zhao Fendie the only one who fell to the ground, and why was it not noticed by passers-by for so long?

Was it an accident or Barbarian's deliberate revenge?

Jiang Yuzhu quickly grabbed the oil-paper umbrella, jumped off the carriage neatly, and ran straight in the direction of the woman. It was important to save people!

At this moment, another carriage passed by and stopped in front of Jiang Yuzhu.

Lu Yunxi was helped down by the boy. He was in a panic and had no time to open an umbrella. His hair was quickly wet by the rain. The wet hair stuck to his forehead, making his face even paler.

"Cousin, the wind is blowing hard and the rain is heavy. If you want to save people, just give instructions to the driver and the maid. You should also take care of your own health!"

Lu Yunxi looked extremely weak, with worry flashing in her eyes, as if she was worried about her body.

Seeing Jiang Yuzhu standing still and looking over, Lu Yunxi smiled slightly, his expression of holding on was particularly pitiful.

Facing her "affectionate" cousin, Jiang Yuzhu called him unlucky!

She had no intention of talking nonsense when it came to saving people at the moment, but said: "Cousin, it's raining and cold. You're not feeling well. Hurry up and get back to the carriage and be careful to get out of the wind!"

Staying away from the God of Plague means staying away from trouble!

Jiang Yuzhu was no longer distracted and ran forward with long strides. Seeing this, Lu Yunxi became anxious, broke away from the boy's support, and followed in a hurry.

When she got closer, Jiang Yuzhu quickly noticed something was wrong.

The dress was definitely Zhao Fendie's, but the person in front of her was obviously wearing a smaller size. The hem of the skirt only reached above her ankles, and a pair of men's soap boots were exposed under the hem.

Not good!It's not a trick, it's a bait!

In an instant, Jiang Yuzhu's mind became clear. She hurriedly turned around and ran back. Unexpectedly, she ran into the follower Lu Yunxi just two steps away.

At this moment, the man in purple on the ground jumped up. Under the surprised eyes of Hong Li, the driver and others, he took out a dagger and put it on Jiang Yuzhu's thin white neck. He said in a hoarse voice: "Don't move, otherwise the Ghost Festival will be over." This is the day you die!"

With a snap, the oil-paper umbrella fell, and a gorgeous flower bloomed on the ground.