Salted fish, he thought about it

Bai Xuechao?

He is Bai Xuechao's grandson?

Jiang Juan: "??"

In the original text, Bai Xuechao did not officially appear on the scene, but he is everywhere, because no matter who mentions him, they all admire this old man, he is like a saint.

In the later stage, even the protagonist Shou and Anpinghou wanted to invite him out of the mountain, but Bai Xuechao always closed the door, and the protagonist Shou and Anpinghou were rejected.

At that time, Jiang Juan thought it was strange when he saw this passage. After all, no one should be able to resist the halo of the protagonist. Besides, Marquis Anping had been instructed by Bai Xuechao, but Bai Xuechao just ignored them.

Now Jiang Juan seems to know.

According to the plot, the reason why the character with the same name and surname bit his tongue and committed suicide is inseparable from Anping Hou and the protagonist Shou, so this old man did not come out of the mountain, let alone see them.

After all, it was his grandson.No matter how much Bai Xuechao looked like a saint, his heart was made of flesh, so it was impossible for him to be without grudges.

Jiang Juan understands the truth, but—Bai Xuechao is actually his grandfather!

He actually has such a great grandfather! ?

Jiang Juan was still dumbfounded.

He was in a daze, and Li Shilang was also shocked.

"What? He was..."

Li Shilang couldn't even speak clearly, "Your Majesty, how is it possible? Mr. Bai is not..."

He made a lot of use of the topic before, just saying that the princess was raised in the countryside, she didn't receive a good education, she didn't know the rules, she didn't match her morals, she couldn't be a princess, but now——the grandfather who raised him was actually Mr. Bai! ?

Who is Mr. Bai?

When Emperor Hongxing asked, how did he answer?

——Mr. Bai is a man of high integrity, with a icy soul and a snowy soul.His descendants, no matter their origin and conduct, must be superior.

"..."

Li Shilang was speechless.

What I said before was like a slap, and it slapped him hard on the face. Li Shilang opened his mouth, still stunned, "How is it possible?"

"Your Majesty, are you joking?"

Someone spoke again with a trembling voice, this time it was none other than Jiang Shangshu.Li Shilang was astonished, and Jiang Shangshu was no less shocked than him. After all——if Jiang Juan's grandfather was really Bai Xuechao, then wouldn't Bai Xuechao be his father-in-law?

He doesn't know anything!

When he was on his way to work, he met a robber and was chopped, and was finally rescued by a peasant girl.This girl was quite handsome, and after getting along for a while, Mr. Jiang moved a little bit, and she half-pushed and obeyed.

In Master Jiang's mind, this was just a dewy marriage, so when he later learned that the woman died of a heart attack, Master Jiang didn't take it seriously. Together with the son she gave birth to for him—Jiang Juan, the woman's father had to personally Master Jiang didn't care too much about the upbringing, but he was relieved.

But now, Emperor Hongxing actually said that Jiang Juan is Bai Xuechao's grandson!

Isn't this peasant girl the daughter of Bai Xuechao?

How can it be?

Jiang Shangshu couldn't believe it: "Your Majesty, in this way, Mr. Bai...is actually the minister's father-in-law? But why doesn't even the minister know about it?"

Emperor Hongxing smiled. He was about to say something, but he started to cough violently. In the end, he just waved his hand and said concisely: "Bai Xue has been in the court for many years and has made countless enemies. After resigning, in order to live a stable life, He remained incognito for many years."

"Aiqing, you are really confused."

Jiang Shangshu stared at him blankly, and suddenly remembered many details that he hadn't noticed before.

Back then, Marquis Anping retired and asked Jiang Juan to remarry Prince Li. He also contributed. He and Marquis Anping went to the palace to face the saint. Emperor Hongxing seemed to be in a dilemma, but he agreed without any hesitation.

——"In this case, let's send it to the palace on the original date. It's just that the wedding dress is too late, and the fifth child has always been quiet. Maybe I will wrong this child."

At that time, Jiang Shangshu only thought that the date was fixed, and it would not be good to change it halfway, and it would not be good if the date came and the king would not get married, so Emperor Hongxing was forced to let go, and now he wants to come...

Your Majesty, are you just afraid of having long nights and dreams?

Jiang Shangshu once hated this son.

He thought his biological mother was not self-respecting, that he grew up in the country, that he had a gloomy temperament, and even more that he — he actually made such a good marriage over himself.

It turned out that his maternal grandfather was Bai Xuechao.

It turned out to be the case.

Jiang Shangshu was in a complicated mood.

His current father-in-law had given him a lot of help in the past, and promoted him many times, which made him officially worship the third rank, but if his father-in-law was Bai Xuechao——he would definitely rise to the next level!

Jiang Shangshu suddenly regretted it.

He is really confused!

As if it was a farce, after learning that Bai Xuechao was Jiang Juan's grandfather, everything was back on track, and Emperor Hongxing continued to worship his ancestors.

This time, Director Wang sent someone to fetch the new incense, and there were no more accidents.

The ancestor was worshiped once at the beginning of the new year, and this ancestor worship was to announce the canonization of the crown prince, so the ceremony was not cumbersome, and the sacrifice was completed after an hour.

Jiang Juan was taken away from the altar, but he was still in a trance.

"My lord..."

Manager Wang heard this, and said with a smile, "It's time to change your tune."

Jiang Juan blinked, "Prince?"

He was used to being called Prince, and always thought it was weird to be called Prince. Xue Fangli glanced at him, but didn't say anything, just said "um", and asked him: "What's the matter."

Jiang Juan murmured, "It feels like I'm dreaming."

Since the prince lived through the first three chapters, the plot has collapsed all the way, and he is always surprised.It's all right now, the prince has become a prince, and he also has a grandfather who is admired all over the world.

"I have a big backer."

Xue Fangli misunderstood him, and his tone was flat, "I told you before—" Jiang Juan said happily, "My lord, in the future you can no longer be the prince, so come back to my hometown with me to join my grandfather." Well, he is reliable."

Even the protagonists Shou and Anpinghou have to be rejected by his old man.

"..."

Xue Fangli glanced at him, pinched the soft flesh on Jiang Juan's face, and asked him with a half-smile, "Are you dead when you're my king?"

Jiang Juan was at a loss, "Huh?"

Xue Fangli's tone was not kind, "Isn't this king your backer?"

Jiang Juan: "..."

He quickly changed his words and said in an extremely sincere tone: "Yes, you are too, my lord."

Xue Fangli sneered, and did not let go of his hand on Jiang Juan's face, but asked in a flat voice, "My lord or your grandfather, who is more reassuring to you."

Jiang Juan: "?"

This is a proposition, right?

Jiang Juan asked faintly, "My lord, do you, Xue, have a strong will to win?"

Xue Fangli smiled slightly, "What do you think?"

I don't know what's going on, but the prince's smile is gentle and gentle, but Jiang Juan always feels that it's dangerous, and his desire to survive makes Jiang Juan say without hesitation: "My lord, of course it's my lord!"

Xue Fangli nodded, seemingly satisfied, Jiang Juan also heaved a sigh of relief, and Manager Wang was overjoyed, "Your Highness, Prince, you..."

Before stepping down from the altar, Xue Fangli gave him a look, and Manager Wang followed him. The timing was just right, and he hurriedly asked, "You called the old slave, but what do you want to tell me?"

Xue Fangli took out a stick of incense and folded it in half, but the core was wet.

Manager Wang was horrified, "This, this... the ancestor worship matter is very important, and someone dares to do something!"

Xue Fangli didn't respond, it was Emperor Hongxing's business, he didn't bother to intervene, he just asked Jiang Juan, "Go back to the mansion?"

Jiang Juan pointed to a tall building, "My lord, what kind of building is this?"

"Mirror Flower Tower."

Xue Fangli glanced at it, and said in a flat tone, "Want to go up?"

Director Wang also looked over, but he said in more detail, "This is a thousand-year-old pagoda, enshrined with relics, and it is said that there will be a real Buddha appearing if you worship all the way to the seventh floor of No.30."

Jiang Juan was dumbfounded, "The 37th floor is so high, I can't even climb it, and I have to kneel down to it."

Manager Wang shook his head, "I have something to ask for, not to mention the 37th floor, even the 370th floor, and some of them are worshiped by people."

Jiang Juan felt terrible when he thought about it, and he said to Xue Fangli, "My lord, I want to see this tower."

He wanted to go, Xue Fangli would naturally accompany him, but just as he lifted his foot, Xue Fangli was stopped by someone.

"My lord! My lord!"

Xue Fangli turned his head, and it was a guard who came, he said something in a low voice, and Jiang Juan vaguely heard a few key words.

Restaurants, storytellers, beggars and the like.

The prince should still be investigating where the storyteller's story came from. Jiang Juan waited for a while, feeling a little impatient, and said, "My lord, I'll wait for you in the tower first."

Xue Fangli glanced at him, originally he didn't want to let Jiang Juan go, but saw that he was bored, so he let out a "huh".

Jiang Juan rarely took the initiative to go out, especially climbing towers, but he was really curious about this pagoda. After a while, Jiang Juan came to the front of the pagoda. He looked up and climbed up layer by layer.

The wooden ladder was narrow, and Jiang Juan wobbled all the way. He walked very slowly, and the guards behind him stopped and stopped. With so many people crowded together, Jiang Juan thought for a while and said, "Go up first. .”

He chased the guards up, and when he reached the fifth floor, he didn't want to go up any more. Jiang Juan started to wander around. Most of the inside of the pagoda were murals with bright colors. Too interested, he walked to the viewing platform, trying to see if he could see the prince.

"Boom—" Before he could go out, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the silent pagoda. Jiang Juan was startled, and when he looked back, there was no one there.

Is it a guard?

Jiang Juan didn't take it too seriously, and took another step outside.

"Benefactor, do you want to draw lots?"

Suddenly someone opened his mouth, and Jiang Juan turned his head again. A skinny old monk in tattered cassock came up downstairs, holding a bamboo tube in one hand, and a dirty young monk in the other.

"Do not……"

Jiang Juan didn't want to ask for a lottery, but the old monk bowed his head and said something to the young monk. The young monk ran over holding the bamboo tube, but he stumbled and almost fell down. Jiang Juan quickly grabbed him and helped the bamboo tube, " With a bang, a bamboo stick fell off.

Satisfied, the old monk said: "Almsgiver, come quickly and let the poor monk untie the lottery for you."

Jiang Juan: "..."

This is Porcelain, right?

Jiang Juan was speechless.It was the little monk, who was still holding Jiang Juan's hand. Seeing that Jiang Juan didn't move, the little monk shook his head a few times. Jiang Juan lowered his head, and the little monk whispered, "Master is very good at unraveling the lottery."

Jiang Juan didn't care too much about whether they were working or not, but the two monks, the old and the young, were very thin. Jiang Juan sighed, and took the initiative to touch a piece of porcelain for them, and returned to the tower from the viewing platform .

"Ok."

Seeing this, the old monk laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "Benefactor, show this poor monk—hey, let's make a lottery, your luck is not very good recently."

Jiang Juan: "..."

OK.

"Benefactor, your fate is very good, you can be called a wealthy life, but you are destined to have three catastrophes. In the first catastrophe, your life was already hanging by a thread, but it turned around. The second catastrophe... Tsk, it's dangerous."

Such a standard deception, Jiang Juan asked cooperatively: "How to resolve it?"

The old monk rolled his eyes, "It's not that it can't be resolved, it's just—" "Can I give you some silver taels?"

The old monk waved his hand, "No."

"Money is something outside of the body," the old monk said inscrutably. "Alms, if you want to get rid of it completely, there is only one way - practice with the poor monk."

Jiang Juan: "..."

Jiang Juan: "???"

Jiang Juan didn't want to practice so hard, but why didn't the old monk want his silver, but instead wanted to drag him to practice. Jiang Juan asked him strangely, "Is this the only monk you lack in your temple?"

The old monk glanced at him, still smiling, "The poor monk hasn't finished talking yet. If the benefactor is really greedy for the world of mortals, there is another plan—" He twirled his fingers, his eyes were rather philistine, "Spend money to eliminate disasters."

That's like talking.

Jiang Juan glanced at him, "Do you know who I am?"

The old monk looked at Jiang Juan for a few moments, and said with a flattering smile, "The benefactor was born rich and honored, and he is destined to be a rich man with golden branches and jade leaves."

Jiang Juan asked him slowly, "Can you be more specific?"

The old monk seemed to be stopped by his question, and said in embarrassment: "Benefactor, this poor monk can only look at the general idea."

Jiang Juan asked him: "You can only see a general idea, so if you resolve it for me, can you only resolve a general idea? Wouldn't it be a waste of money for me?"

The old monk said eloquently: "Benefactor, you can't say that. There is a catastrophe in your life, even if you only resolve one part, that is the most dangerous part. You can get through the rest safely."

Jiang Juan didn't believe it, and thought it was all an excuse, "Liar."

The old monk was anxious, "Benefactor, you can't just slander people. Although the poor monk can't see your identity, he can see other things."

Jiang Juan gave him another chance, "What can you see?"

The old monk asked him, "Are you extremely sleepy?"

Jiang Juan was taken aback, he was quite sleepy, so he asked, "And then?"

The old monk said mysteriously: "This is caused by a weak physique and unstable spirit!"

Jiang Juan: "..."

The old monk seemed to say something, but he didn't seem to say anything.

He was congenitally deficient, of course his physique was weak, and he could tell with his eyes. After all, he was sick and his face had no color.

Jiang Juan said perfunctorily: "Yeah, listening to what you have to say is like listening to what you have to say."

The old monk only heard half of what he said, and he said complacently: "The poor monk just said it, the poor monk is not a liar."

Jiang Juan didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he asked the old monk, "Do you know King Li?"

It's good not to mention King Li, but the old monk shuddered immediately when he heard it, and said with a bitter face: "Benefactor, why are you mentioning this Living Hades so well? It's bad luck."

Jiang Juan said slowly, "I'm sorry, but the Living Hades you're talking about is my husband, and you didn't even figure that out?"

Old monk: "..."

Old monk: "..."

His expression changed drastically, and he immediately pulled up the little monk and was about to run away. Jiang Juan said slowly, "You are not allowed to go. You haven't resolved it for me. If you run away now, you will be fine."

I don't know if the prince is too useful, or Jiang Juan said that he is good-looking, the old monk immediately stopped, turned his head with a sad face, and said with difficulty: "So it's the princess, the poor monk has eyes but can't see Mount Tai, the poor monk Those who have eyes cannot see Mount Tai."

After a pause, the old monk tried to make amends for himself again, and he mumbled: "Princess, look, I said that you are rich and honored, did you really accept the rich and honored destiny?"

Jiang Juan glanced at him, "Are you sure you want to continue lying?"

The old monk was silent for a few seconds, and calmed down, "Princess, doesn't this poor monk still have to make a living?"

As he said that, he pulled the little monk over, "Half a child, eat the poor old man, the poor monk can't help it, this kid is always hungry, the poor monk has no choice but to..."

The old monk chuckled and tried to express that he cheated out of helplessness.

Jiang Juan looked at them. He thought that the old and the young were pitiful, so he came here to let the old monk release the lottery. He didn't really want to embarrass him, and even wanted to do good deeds every day, but what he had to say had to be with them. say clearly.

"Don't cheat anymore."

Jiang Juan took out the broken silver from his purse, the old monk's eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab it, but Jiang Juan took it away, "If I don't give it to you, you are the most dishonest."

The old monk rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and could only look at the broken silver in Jiang Juan's hand. Jiang Juan didn't give it to the old monk, but gave the broken silver to the young monk, "Take it well."

The little monk looked up at him, was taken aback for a moment, and then slowly tightened his grip.

"Let me find out that you are bluffing and deceiving again. You are the one to look at."

Jiang Juan frowned, it really looked good when he launched a threat, the old monk was bluffed by him, and hurriedly said: "The poor monk knows, the poor monk will never dare again."

"You better not dare."

Jiang Juan glanced at him, and finally let him go. Seeing this, the old monk rubbed his hands and asked him, "Benefactor, is there anything else?" Jiang Juan shook his head, and the old monk pulled the young monk up and ran away.Although he was thin, he ran fast. The young monk had short legs, so he couldn't keep up after running for a long time. As a result, the old monk lost his hand and ran away first.

The little monk hurriedly chased after him, and shouted: "Master, wait for me, Master——!"

"Master Ananda—!"

Ananda?

Very familiar name.

Jiang Juan was startled, leaning on the railing to look down, but before he could see anything clearly, someone behind him pushed him down vigorously.

"boom--!"

Turn around.