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

It's almost noon, the sun is scorching in the sky, heat is everywhere, and even the leaves are wilting and curling.

Jiang Yuzhu was sitting in the carriage with her eyes closed and taking a nap. When she noticed that the carriage had stopped and there was chaos around her, she asked casually: "What's going on in front?"

The widest street in the capital can accommodate a dozen carriages passing side by side without causing congestion.

Hong Li got off the carriage to inquire, and ran back after a while and said: "How could you forget that today is the day when Zhao Zhe is exiled, and every family in the capital is here to see the fun!"

There are so many onlookers that the carriage has blocked the road and will not be able to pass for a while.

Jiang Yuzhu moved around and said, "Let's go and see the excitement!"

Jia Xinglin is not a good person, and Zhao Zhe is even more of a fool if he is simple-minded and exploited, and they are not unjust.

Hongli Bagua said: "Miss, do you think Wei Jing will come to see her off?"

Almost every household in the high gates of the capital sent people to watch, probably because of the Wei family's attitude.

Hongxiu also followed: "Zhao Zhe would rather be exiled than implicate Wei Jing. No matter how much the Zhao family tried to persuade him, he never revealed a word."

Zhao Zhe felt sorry for many people, but he was deeply affectionate towards Wei Jing.

Wearing shackles and exiled to a bitter cold place, if there is no one to look after you along the way, you will almost die.

Jiang Yuzhu raised her lips sarcastically: "Of course Wei Jing won't come. If she does, wouldn't it confirm that she ordered Zhao Zhe to kill?"

The image that Chief Wei has created over the years is so good that even if evidence is put in front of him many times, there are still people in the capital who protect him.

In the open space ahead, the officials were ready to go.

Zhao Zhe was dressed in ragged clothes and looked haggard. He stared at the crowd intently, looking for familiar figures.

After waiting for less than half an hour, the official was already beating the gong, but the person he wanted to see was still not there.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and Zhao Fendie carried a package with an indifferent expression: "Now I am not a member of the Zhao family, and you may not recognize me as a cousin, but seeing how kind you were to me when you were a child, I am here to deliver it." You have a ride.”

Zhao Fendie gave the official some money, and there were several commonly used medicines in the package. This was all she could do.

"Cousin, you could have had a great future. Is it worth paying for the black-hearted Wei Jing? You really can't understand. I hope you will think about it carefully on the way to exile. If you live in the Northland in the future, you will be a good person."

After Zhao Fendie said what she wanted to say, she turned around and left. She had done her best to be kind and righteous.

"The time has come, let's hit the road!"

Zhao Zhe was reluctant to leave, so he was whipped several times by the officer, "Master Zhao, you are already a prisoner, why are you showing off?"

"Mr. Zhao, Miss Wei asked someone to bring you a message. She has already taken care of it and won't make your life too miserable."

Another official appeared, stopped the whip and whispered.

Zhao Zhe's face showed bitterness. It took him a long time to find his voice, which was as hoarse as a broken gong: "Jing'er isn't coming?"

If he dies on the road to exile, this will be the last time the two of them meet, and Zhao Zhe will have only his last thoughts.

The official couldn't hold back his laughter and said, "It's inconvenient."

Nowadays, the status of the two people is very different. One is a prisoner, and the other is the daughter of the chief minister of the Wei Dynasty. There is a huge difference between them.

Zhao Zhe raised his head and burst into tears with laughter: "Wei Jing, you treat me like this!"

From beginning to end, he was the fool who was being manipulated.

Several times she had expectations for Wei Jing, but in the end she was left with despair.

Zhao Zhe was so sad that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the official saw this, he quickly covered his mouth and dragged Zhao Zhe into the cart.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the chaotic crowd, the team moved further and further away.

Jiang Yuzhu had witnessed the whole process, and there was no emotion in her eyes: "So if you love someone deeply, you will not live long, and if you entrust someone to a bad person, it will not end well."

What kind of love is it? It’s too luxurious.

Hong Li thought of Xie Zhao, who had been doing well recently, and asked, "Madam, if you don't believe in love, what do you believe in?"

"I believe in Buddhism."

Jiang Yuzhu clasped her hands together and silently recited Amitabha.

This time she went to Huguo Temple. Considering that she had too many enemies, she had to ask for a peace talisman and then invite her back to the Magical Artifact Town House.

Mrs. Shen stood aside and said with a smile: "It's good to believe in Buddhism. Good marriages are all arranged by Buddha."

What should we do? Shen is a hard-working mother-in-law. Every time she creates an opportunity, her son is holding her back!

In the afternoon, the convoy finally arrived at Huguo Temple.

Huguo Temple is a century-old temple located halfway up the mountain.

The mountain road is winding, with jagged strange rocks on both sides. It goes up the artificially excavated stone platform. After walking a few hundred meters, you can see the golden glazed tiles hidden among the ancient trees.

The main entrance of Huguo Temple is filled with incense, and pilgrims can be seen everywhere to worship Buddha.

Seeing that Chen was taking the lead, Zhike Monk hurried forward to receive him.

Mrs. Chen gasped slightly and said to her daughter: "Yuzhu, help my mother buy some sesame oil money and draw a spiritual lottery by the way."

Huguo Temple's spiritual fortune-telling is well-known in the capital, and it is extremely effective whether it is for asking questions or measuring characters.

There was a Zhike monk leading the way. Before Jiang Yuzhu could enter the hall, an acquaintance came in front.

Lu Yunxi put away the folding fan with a snap, with a careless and lazy look in his eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Cousin, what a coincidence."

It was not that he had caused a chance encounter today, but that he had something to do. He did not expect to meet Jiang Yuzhu at the Huguo Temple.

Jiang Yuzhu nodded perfunctorily and said hello: "Cousin, I have to go draw lots, so I have to go first!"

"Cousin, you..."

Lu Yunxi stood there, looking at Jiang Yuzhu's fleeing back, and shook his head helplessly.

He wanted to say that his cousin was going in the wrong direction.

Here, Jiang Yuzhu finally got rid of the rotten peach blossoms and found that she was lost.

Huguo Temple covers a large area, and the apse is intricately built, like a maze.

Hong Li suddenly remembered and said: "Madam, this is not a bad thing. I heard that there is a master who is nearly a hundred years old in Huguo Temple. He spends his days in seclusion to worship Buddha. Only those who are destined can see him!"

How many people waited hard at Huguo Temple every day for chance, and those devout pilgrims waited for several years.

"You always have good luck, maybe you are destined for the right person!"

Jiang Yuzhu somewhat believed the red carp god, after all, she had the biggest secret.

The master and the servant talked in low voices, and a middle-aged monk walked out of the side hall.

Jiang Yuzhu asked with a pious face: "Master, can I ask for a spiritual fortune teller here?"

The middle-aged monk hurriedly returned the gift: "The donor is very polite. This poor monk is not a master, but his Dharma name is Wujing."

Wu Jing walked in a hurry and pointed the way to Jiang Yuzhu: "The female donor left the side hall and turned left, then turned right and then left to reach the front hall."

Before the two masters and servants could leave, an old monk with gray hair and childish face walked out of the side hall. At first glance, he looked like an enlightened monk.

Hong Li was so excited that he almost couldn't speak. He pulled his wife's clothes cautiously.

"It's incredible! This is a face of great blessing!"

The old monk paused, stared at Jiang Yuzhu carefully, and then said: "Not only that, the female benefactor has a prosperous family, a prosperous husband, many children and many blessings. She is a rare phoenix girl who is rare to see in a century!"

Seeing his wife pause, Hong Li asked smartly: "Master, what is Feng Nu?"

"The secret cannot be leaked."

The old monk coughed twice and turned around.

Seeing this, the red carp quickly picked up a piece of silver with both hands.

You may not meet the master of Huguo Temple for several years, and even if you give him a hint, it is extremely rare.

Her wife has a prosperous husband and a prosperous family. Hong Li understands this very well. As for having many children and being blessed, it remains to be verified!

In short, the master’s words are not wrong.

Jiang Yuzhu was dragged away by the red carp, and she was still immersed in sadness. She just wanted to live a good life. Wouldn't it be cheaper for Xie Zhao to have more children and more blessings?

In the side hall, Wu Jing came back with soup and medicine, and sweat broke out on his forehead because he was too anxious.

Seeing the master playing with the silver ingot in his hand, Wu Jing narrowed his eyelids and said helplessly: "Master, you are not talking nonsense, are you?"

"A prosperous husband and a prosperous family, many children, many blessings, a phoenix girl..."

The old monk ignored Wu Jing and kept mumbling something.

Wu Jing: "..."

The master is old, why is he making the same old mistakes again?

Alas, the master once cheated people out of money with evil intentions. When he got old, he was punished by the Buddha. He only remembered the deceitful words. He was so old and confused!

"Take the medicine."

Wu Jing has been taking care of his master for several years, but he just doesn’t know who the unlucky guy is who got tricked this time.