After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Ah Quan hesitated a little: "Miss, it's going to snow hard soon, don't ride the horse, I'll take you up the mountain."

Qiangwei and Cui Wenxin were also puzzled and advised: "Why do you want to go up the mountain now? If there is anything, let Ah Quan go for you."

Cheng Songan was silent. She only knew that in her previous life, Old Lady Yu slipped and fell on a rainy day during the Qingming Festival, and died not long after. Now it was also close to Qingming Festival. Although it was not that day, she had a bad feeling when it rained. If she didn't see her grandmother go up and down the mountain safely with her own eyes, she would never feel at ease.

Only when you lose something, you will cherish it more.

"The roads are slippery when it rains, grandma must not fall. I have to see it with my own eyes to feel at ease." Cheng Songan shook his head: "I can ride faster on a horse. If you are worried, you can find a carriage to pick me up."

Qiangwei knew that she couldn't beat her, so she could only let her go. She had to go back quickly to find a carriage.

Cui Wenxin quickly took off her straw raincoat and hat and handed them to her. Cheng Songan put them on, mounted his horse and hurried back in the rain. The rain was not heavy, but the road up the mountain was muddy and difficult to walk on. It took Cheng Songan a lot of effort to reach the mountain before dark, and the rain just stopped.

There were quite a few carriages and horses in front of the Baoguo Temple. It seemed that they were all stranded here because of the rain. It was difficult to go down the mountain at this time, so they decided to stay overnight in the Baoguo Temple before leaving. Therefore, all the monks in the temple were busy settling the guests.

The young monk who came to settle Cheng Songan was very young. He must have just arrived at the temple. Cheng Songan asked, "Which guest room is the old lady from Minister Cui's family in?"

The young monk was confused about the relationships between these aristocratic families and didn't know who was who. He scratched his bald head, feeling a little embarrassed.

Cheng Songan waved his hand, handed the raincoat to him for safekeeping, and then said, "Forget it, I'll go find it myself."

Baoguo Temple is a national temple after all, and its place is much larger than ordinary temples. Cheng Songan walked for a long time before she reached the back mountain where the wing rooms were located. Officials and their families usually lived in separate courtyards in temples. She stopped the monks on the road to ask, but before she could get any information, she heard someone calling her.

"Cheng Songan?"

Cheng Songan froze in place. How could she meet Lu Qingshan in this place? She turned around slowly and asked awkwardly, "Why is Brother Lu here too?"

In just one day, Lu Qingshan seemed to have turned back into the handsome and unrestrained scholar who had won the imperial examination. However, there was a faint sense of boredom between his brows, which only temporarily dissipated when he replied to her: "Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, my mother would go up the mountain to burn incense."

No wonder there are so many people today.

"Then please give my regards to my aunt. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Cheng Songan said goodbye quickly. With Madam Lu here, it would be even more inconvenient for her to talk to Lu Qingshan in private.

Lu Qingshan followed him for a step, then immediately stopped and asked, "Why did you go up the mountain alone?"

Cheng Songan didn't look back, and replied casually as he walked: "I came here to accompany my grandmother."

Lu Qingshan hummed, and it was unclear what his emotions were, and he didn't say anything else after that.

"Qingshan, who are you talking to?"

When Mrs. Lu's voice sounded, Cheng Songan walked faster, almost jogging to another yard and hiding behind a thick willow tree.

She leaned against the willow tree and looked back quietly. Madam Lu was still looking over here. There were several other noble ladies and young wives beside her. It seemed that what she was most concerned about was Lu Qingshan's marriage, so she invited so many noble ladies in Beijing to come to Baoguo Temple, so that Lu Qingshan could have the opportunity to meet these young ladies from aristocratic families.

Fortunately, I didn't tell him too much, otherwise I would have trouble explaining it to Mrs. Lu.

Cheng Songan smiled bitterly and continued to search aimlessly. Finally, she met a disciple of Master Minghua next to the pavilion. She had talked to him when she accompanied her mother to burn incense.

"Master Jingxian! May I ask which Zen temple the old lady of the Cui family is staying in?"

When Jingxian saw her, he was also surprised and clasped his hands together and bowed: "Miss Cheng? Are you well? Madam Cui did not stay on the mountain today."

Cheng Songan was very confused. She clearly saw the Cui family's carriage coming here, and Cui Wenxin also said that her mother came with them to burn incense. When she came here just now, she did not see them return. So where did they go?

Seeing her stunned, Jingxian said, "Master sent a letter by carrier pigeon, saying that he had missed a donor in Jinling, and he seemed to be an old friend of Miss Cheng. If Miss Cheng has resolved the grievances in Beijing, she can go to Jinling to talk."

"I was planning to send a letter to the girl, but you happened to come today."

Jinling?

Cheng Songan was suddenly startled. Could it be that the two characters Wanxin left on the brick were Jinling? She had already carved one Jin character, and only one ear of the other was carved, so it must be Ling.

Jinling, is it possible that my heart is in Jinling?

"Did Master Minghua say who it was?" Cheng Songan asked anxiously, "Can you write back to Master Minghua and pass on a message for me?"

Jingxian chanted "Amitabha" and said, "That's what I was thinking. You can go ahead and tell me."

Cheng Songan followed up, "I heard that Henan and Anhui didn't see any snow the whole winter, and there was no spring rain, so there might be a drought. I already have a plan, please don't worry. I'm almost done with the old hatreds, and I'll do as Master said, look at the world, and get out of the mystery. I hope Master can give me some pointers."

Jingxian wrote down everything and asked a few more questions about the drought. He was the eldest disciple under Master Minghua, very intelligent and concerned about the people. He was quite moved by Cheng Songan's words and told her a lot of news about Master Minghua.

Cheng Songan talked with him for half a day, then suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip and quickly got up.

Jingxian saw a monk welcoming guests from a distance, waved him over and asked, "Have you seen the old lady of the Cui family?"

The welcoming monk thought for a moment and replied, "It seems that he went to the Prince Xiang's other courtyard."

Old Mrs. Cui likes quietness. There are many people in the temple today, so she doesn't want to stay here. She remembered that her grandson once said that the villa of King Xiang is now under his name. If she wants to go up the mountain to eat vegetarian food, she can stay there.

Cheng Song felt relieved, so he said goodbye to Jingxian and asked the welcoming monk to lead him to the stable to get the horse.

As night fell, there was only a dim wind lantern hanging in the stable. It was quiet all around. When the mountain wind blew, the cries of wild animals could be faintly heard.

The welcoming monk said to Cheng Songan, "Donor, it's getting dark..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly fell to the ground and was silent.

Cheng Songan hurried over to check. Just after taking a step, she smelled a strange fragrance. She reacted immediately and covered her mouth and nose, but she had already inhaled a lot of the fragrance. Suddenly, her limbs felt numb and she fell to the ground.

She immediately pulled out the hairpin from her head and stabbed her leg with it. The pain made her sober up a lot, and she struggled to get up and grab the reins.

But before he could get up, someone grabbed him and pulled him to the ground.

The man laughed sinisterly: "Miss Cheng, one day you will fall into my hands."