The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

Huguo Temple is a century-old temple with a strong incense business and a constant stream of people coming and going.

Nobles in the capital also often came here to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Only the old lady and the sisters Jiang Zhiyue and Jiang Hengdan came this time.

Jiang Wanbai from the second house practiced her musical instrument skills in order to attend a banquet and had no interest in worshiping Buddha or meditating.

Jiang Fuyao refused because Jiang Wanbai didn't want to come.

The old lady turned a blind eye to the little quarrels between the sisters.

Originally, I wanted to let Jiang Fuyao take this opportunity to come out and get some fresh air, but since she didn't want to come, there was no point in forcing her.

Two carriages were prepared when they went out. Jiang Zhiyue said that the old lady liked lively occasions, so he took Jiang Hengdan to the old lady's carriage.

Jiang Hengdan was a concubine's daughter, and because of Aunt Bai's deliberate teaching, she seldom got close to the old lady.

When she arrived in front of the old lady, she was still a little embarrassed.

Jiang Zhiyue, on the other hand, talked a lot, causing the old lady to shake her head constantly.

"There's not a moment's silence. If I had known you were so noisy, I should have sent you to the back and asked Dan to accompany me."

The old lady smiled and nodded at Jiang Zhiyue.

Jiang Zhiyue smiled prettily, her little mouth was very sweet: "Grandma is reluctant to let me go. If you chase me away, I will definitely take my third sister with me."

The old lady was amused by her and deliberately asked her, "You won't leave any for me?"

"Look, I know you are saying one thing and thinking another." Jiang Zhiyue smiled proudly and winked at Jiang Hengdan.

Jiang Hengdan also started laughing.

The old lady expressed her concern for Aunt Bai and Jiang Hengdan responded to her questions one by one.

The old lady had also given some advice to this illegitimate granddaughter.

Influenced by Bai, Dan girl is usually taciturn and not as smart as Jiang Fuyao from the second house.

However, Bai was not at fault, and it would be bad to hastily separate the mother and daughter.

In addition, Jiang Hengdan had generally never done anything wrong, so the old lady did not interfere.

When I saw her again today, she was less timid.

"You are doing very well. After all, you are a daughter of a noble family, so you should be graceful." The old lady smiled lovingly and nodded at Jiang Zhiyue: "Learn more from her."

Jiang Zhiyue pouted in dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with me?"

The old lady smiled and said, "Share some of your temper with Dan'er."

Jiang Zhiyue muttered quietly, "I don't have a temper. I always stay out of trouble unless someone offends me..."

When the old lady and Jiang Hengdan heard her words, they all laughed.

Nanny Cheng, Changying and others outside heard the laughter in the carriage, and they also had a faint smile on their faces.

Huguo Temple is located on the top of Fanjing Mountain, with a unique scenery.

In addition to those who come to burn incense and worship Buddha, there are also people who come just to climb the mountain and enjoy the scenery.

The carriage stopped in front of the stone steps of the Huguo Temple, and the Jiang Zhiyue sister supported the old lady on the left and right.

The abbot of Huguo Temple had been waiting in front. When he saw the old lady, he clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name.

The old lady replied with a smile, and the abbot led the people to the main hall.

Sister Jiang Zhiyue followed behind.

When they arrived at the main hall, Nanny Cheng, Changying and others all offered incense money on behalf of their masters.

The abbot took incense for the old lady, who took it and kowtowed devoutly.

Jiang Zhiyue and Jiang Hengdan also took incense and kowtowed.

After burning incense, the old lady wanted to follow the abbot to listen to Buddhist scriptures and ask questions about her two granddaughters.

Jiang Hengdan expressed her willingness to go with the old lady, and Jiang Zhiyue wanted to go to see her mother's eternal lamp.

The abbot asked a young monk to lead Jiang Zhiyue.

On the way to the Palace of Eternal Life, Jiang Zhiyue felt a sense of homesickness that he hadn't felt for a long time.

"Benefactor, we're here." The young monk led Jiang Zhiyue to the entrance of the Hall of Eternal Life.

"Thank you, but I want to stay here alone for a while. Please help me, little master."

As soon as Jiang Zhiyue finished speaking, Changying handed over the incense money.

The little monk nodded blankly, and Jiang Zhiyue stepped in.

She often came to the Changsheng Hall of the Huguo Temple when she was young, and was so familiar with it that she could find her mother's eternal lamp with her eyes closed.

The hall was brightly lit with candles, and Jiang Zhiyue could immediately see the bright lamp on the high platform on the east side.

Jiang Zhiyue added lamp oil skillfully as he did in the past and bowed three times.

"Mother, Achan is here to see you again." Jiang Zhiyue walked a few steps, stretched out his hand to trace the gold-plated words, and said in a very low voice: "Sister is pregnant, you are going to be a grandmother..."

All he touched was the cold jade disk. Jiang Zhiyue's nose felt a little sour, and he couldn't help but get closer: "Mother... I came to see you today to say something happy, but I couldn't help crying..."

There was no one in the hall, so Jiang Zhiyue didn't bother to hide her tears and started sobbing quietly.

She missed her mother very much, really missed her very much.

Lu Qingxiao was awakened by the sobbing of a young girl, and he looked down from the beam.

His position changed slightly, and before anyone could see clearly, the jar of wine in his arms shifted and was about to fall.

Lu Qingxiao had no choice but to roll down from the beam, grab the fallen wine jar in his hand, and land steadily on the ground.

He was calm. Jiang Zhiyue suddenly heard someone falling from the sky and called Shen Mo without hesitation.

Shen Mo was just outside the hall when he heard the young lady calling him in a hurried and nervous voice.

In an instant, a man teleported into the hall, drew his sword decisively, and rushed straight towards the man in black.

Lu Qingxiao stood sideways, without even moving his eyes, and lifted the wine jar to deflect the man's sword.

Shen Mo threw away the scabbard and stabbed the opponent's heart with the sharp blade.

Lu Qingxiao kicked the scabbard back, and helped Shen Mo collect the sword. He turned around and put one hand on the other's shoulder.

It was not until this time that Jiang Zhiyue saw clearly that the person falling from the sky was actually Lu Qingxiao!

"Major General...?" Jiang Zhiyue looked at him hesitantly, her beautiful face full of confusion: "Why would the Major General come down from...?"

Lu Qingxiao rarely hesitated to speak, and he let go of her hand, saying in a stern tone: "Paying tribute to the deceased."

Shen Mo looked at Jiang Zhiyue, Jiang Zhiyue nodded, and he retreated to the door.

Jiang Zhiyue watched Lu Qingxiao walk towards her and felt that this scene seemed familiar.

But she couldn't remember where a similar scene had happened before.

The young general took off his golden armor and wore only black clothes. He looked less solemn and stern, but still had the aura that kept people at a distance.

Jiang Zhiyue stepped aside, and Lu Qingxiao glanced at her, appearing calm.

Lu Qingxiao leaned over and placed the jar of wine in his hand in front of the eternal lamp below.

When he stood up, Jiang Zhiyue frowned slightly: "The candlelight in the Changsheng Hall is not extinguished. The young general's move is too dangerous."

Once the wine jar is spilled, the eternal lamp enshrined in the Hall of Eternal Life would be in danger.

Lu Qingxiao paused, then turned around and picked up the jar of wine swiftly, which made Jiang Zhiyue speechless.

For a moment, her face felt a little hot.

Seeing the redness at the corners of her eyes, Lu Qingxiao looked away, not knowing whether to explain: "The wine jar is empty. Leave it there for a while. I will take it with me when I leave."

The last time Jiang Zhiyue saw Lu Qingxiao, he was sharp and awe-inspiring.

This time, the Major General seemed a little... lonely.

But he was so cold that ordinary people didn't dare to look at him for too long, let alone see how lonely he was.

"Does the young general like to be a thief?" Jiang Zhiyue tilted her head slightly to look at him. This man just gave her a big scare.

Lu Qingxiao looked back, his phoenix eyes staring straight at him, "I was woken up by your crying."