After binding the system, I saved the general's mansion

After the troupe's performance ended, all the props on Fairy Lake were moved down, and the lake surface was cleared. It was time for those who brought ice sleds to show off their skills.

Yuzhu and Yingyue are both inexperienced but love to play. Even though they are not very good at playing, they have more fun than anyone else.

After falling down countless times, the two men finally figured out the trick.

Yingyue also invited Nanzhu and Yingqiu to come over to play, but they rejected her because they thought she was childish.

There is a Fairy Temple on the mountain next to Fairy Lake. It is said to be very effective, so it is very popular.

Jiang Sheng said something to the two people who were having fun, and then took Yingqiu and the others to the Fairy Temple.

The mountain is not very high. When you reach halfway up the mountain, you can still clearly hear the laughter and joy from the Fairy Lake below.

When we climbed up to the Fairy Temple, there were indeed many pilgrims. I heard that this Fairy Temple was built to commemorate the Fairy Lake. There are many legends about the Fairy Lake, but one of them is the most widely circulated.

It is said that not long ago, there was a particularly filial and kind scholar here. The scholar's father died early, and his mother was extremely strict. She hoped that he would succeed in life, so she supported her son's education even though their family was poor.

The scholar lived up to everyone's expectations. After studying for a few years, he passed the examination and was about to go to Beijing to take the imperial examination, but his mother suddenly fell seriously ill.

In order to save his mother, he had to use the money he had saved from taking the imperial examination in Beijing to pay for her medical treatment. When his mother found out, she was furious. After all, if he missed the opportunity, he would have to wait for three years. She wanted her son to succeed, so how could she bear to see him waste three years?

He knew that his son was talented and would surely win first place in the imperial examination. Seeing that he had missed the opportunity, his old mother, who had just shown signs of strengthening, collapsed again.

The scholar wanted to carry his mother to see a doctor, but it started raining heavily. The rain lasted all night without stopping. Seeing that his old mother was too sick to get out of bed, the scholar knelt in his yard and begged God to stop the rain.

The scholar knelt for a day and a night. At midnight, suddenly a bright light illuminated their yard, and the exceptionally dazzling light shone on the scholar.

The scholar was a little confused because he hadn't had any water. He asked weakly:

"Who is coming? Is it the doctor?"

The woman said softly

“So what if it is, so what if it’s not?”

The scholar kowtowed three times subconsciously.

"If the doctor asks you to save my mother, although my family is not rich, I will never treat the girl badly."

A woman's sweet voice came

"What if I'm not?"

The scholar seemed a little discouraged, but still said

"If not, then it is God's will."

Although she said it calmly, there was a tearful tone in her words.

The scholar cried for a simple reason. First, his father died early and his old mother suffered a lot to raise him. These years were really hard and he, as a son, felt really distressed. However, he had never done anything to repay her except study hard.

Secondly, he seemed to have the ability to provide his mother with a happy life, but fate played a trick on him and he was unable to continue taking the imperial examination. His mother was now seriously ill. He blamed himself, felt regretful, and felt powerless, and he also resented God for being unkind.

A hemp rope will break at the thinnest part, but why does misfortune always find poor people like them?

The woman walked over gracefully, the heavy rain did not wet her at all

"If you were given a chance, would you be willing to take your mother's place?"

The scholar chose to replace his mother without any hesitation.

"Even if your life span is shortened and you can no longer take the imperial examination, you will still make this choice?"

The scholar still answered very affirmatively, saying that even if his life span was shortened and he could not take the imperial examination, he still hoped that his mother would be safe.

The fairy was moved by the scholar's filial piety. Not only did she stop the heavy rain that had been falling for several days, but she also made his mother recover with a wave of her hand. Before leaving, she left some silver for the scholar so that he could quickly go to take part in the imperial examination. In the end, the scholar won the first prize and became the number one scholar in the imperial examination that year.

Yingqiu said with some confusion after hearing this

"So what does this Fairy Lake have to do with it?"

Nanzhu said with a smile

"It is said that it was because of heavy rains that caused many places to be flooded. After the fairy stopped the rain, in order to prevent the raging floods from harming innocent people, all the excess rainwater was transferred to this lake that the fairy created with a wave of her sleeves."

Jiang Sheng would have thought this was nonsense in the past, but now, she also feels that there is a god above her head.

Jiang Sheng lit incense, knelt on the mat, and muttered to himself:

"Fairy, may you bless my family with peace, happiness, and health. If possible, I hope you can bless my husband to return safely."

After burning incense, Jiang Sheng and her companions walked down the mountain.

When we reached the pavilion halfway up the mountain, no one was resting there.

"Miss, shall we go over and sit down?"

Jiang Sheng nodded and walked over there. Not long after they sat down, two tall and strong men pushed a sickly young man in a wheelchair into the pavilion.

The young man was wearing a veiled hat, so his features could not be seen clearly, but it was clear that he was very thin.

Although they looked fierce, they spoke very politely.

"Miss, the wind is strong on the mountain. Our master is weak and wants to rest in the pavilion for a while. Can you make it convenient for us?"

Jiang Sheng nodded, and Ying Qiu said

"Please."

After the two men pushed the sickly young man in, they stayed quietly aside without saying much, and Jiang Sheng also felt relaxed and at ease.

At this time, Nanzhu and Yingyue came over, and it seemed that Yuzhu was carrying something on her back?

They saw that there were other people in the pavilion. They were stunned for a moment but did not say anything. Instead, they walked around them and came to Jiang Sheng.

Yingyue took off the things on her back and placed them in front of Jiang Sheng.

"Miss, I just saw an injustice and rescued a five or six-year-old child. This guqin was given to me by the child's mother. She said that she lost her purse in the chaos and only had this guqin left.

Of course I can’t give it to you, I’m not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress, but that lady insisted on giving it to you, and she said that she would feel bad if I didn’t accept it, so… I…”

Jiang Sheng whispered

"In that case, then accept it."

Yuzhu said with a smile

"Miss, we haven't heard you play the piano for a long time. Would you like to give it a try?"

Jiang Shui stroked the strings of the zither and smiled

"Okay, I just learned a new song, how about singing it for you?"

Several people clapped and praised it.

Several people said this without telling the people behind them, and thought they would leave, but they didn't.

Since the master and servant refused to leave, Jiang Sheng didn't want to chase them away, so he ignored them.

Her hands gently plucked the strings, and waves of music slowly emerged.

"The west wind blows through the cold mountain rain at night, and my country and home are vaguely in my lingering dreams. I miss you even more when you are not around, and the separation is unbearable..."

The piano music is sad and mournful, and Jiang Sheng's singing is mournful and moving. Just by listening to it, you can feel her strong sadness and longing.