Mu Qingchao counted them one by one and found that there were thirteen tablets, half of them were named Jiang, and the people worshiping them, without exception, were... Jiang Hanzhi.
By chance, several novice novices passed by at this time.
Mu Qingchao pulled one casually: "Master, may I ask, who is being enshrined here?"
When the young monk saw it was Mu Qingchao, he immediately knelt down.
"The Queen Mother doesn't know that the people being worshiped are from the Marquis Wu'an family."
Wu'anhou... family?
Mu Qingchao's heart "thumped".
"Then this person who is worshiping..."
"The person being worshiped is none other than Marquis Wu'an."
Sure enough, Mu Qingchao made a guess when he saw those spiritual tablets, but when he thought that Jiang Hanzhi on the spiritual tablet was Jiang Bo, he felt like he was out of breath.
How can people not be suffocated? Think about it, Jiang Bo buried the entire thirteen members of the Jiang family with his own hands, and then engraved their names on the tablets one by one.
What kind of feeling is this?
At times like this, it is the living people who suffer the most.
Mu Qingchao knew from the moment he met Jiang Bo that he had no parents and was alone.
But she never thought about how and when his parents were absent, and how he felt when he lost these relatives.
That night, Mu Qingchao went to the temple's library to read the history of Nanming.
I saw it clearly written above that the Jiang family has been loyal and loyal for generations, guarding the border for Nanming.
That night, the Turks attacked at night and washed the city with blood. It was the Jiang family who resisted in danger and protected the people in the city with their own flesh and blood before reinforcements came.
That night, among the three generations of the Jiang family, only Prince Jiang was left.
The thirteen-year-old young prince traveled thousands of miles alone to help the Jiang family's thirteen coffins return to Jinling...
There are only a few strokes in the history books, but what they record is a heart-breaking past.
Jiangbo...
Why did the world treat him like this?
Mu Qingchao closed the book alone, stuffed it back, and walked out of the library, only to see Mrs. Zhong waiting for her outside with a lantern.
When Mrs. Zhong saw Mu Qingchao, she quickly came over.
"Yao Yao, what's wrong with you?" Zhong asked.
"Okay, why are you crying?"
Did she cry?
Mu Qingchao realized that when he touched his cheek, he didn't know when it had become cold.
"Did something happen?" Zhong asked with concern.
Mu Qingchao looked back at her and smiled palely: "No, it's okay..."
"What are you doing here in the library with such heavy snow? Is it cold?" Madam Zhong did not ask any further questions, but put a thick cloak on Mu Qingchao's body.
Feeling the soft warmth of the cloak, Mu Qingchao felt slightly relieved.
"Mom, I think this temple is not simple." She said to Zhong.
First it was the old monk, and now it is those spiritual tablets.
It stands to reason that since the palace of Wu'an Prince is so majestic and he sacrificed his life for the country, it is not too much to be worthy of the Ancestral Temple. Why is it enshrined in this small temple?
There must be some reason for all this.
"Have Sister Yin and Sister Luo had enough fun?" Mu Qingchao asked Zhong.
"I've been playing like crazy today. I've all fallen asleep now. Sister Luo asked for a marriage talisman, but Sister Yin asked for an official career."
Mrs. Zhong thought it was funny when she said it, what kind of official career does a little girl want?
Mu Qingchao also nodded: "I'm crazy enough. I should go back to the palace tomorrow. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so I have to prepare a lot in advance."
**
Time flies so fast.
Unknowingly, Mu Qingchao has been reborn for a year.
At this time last year, Mu Qingchao was still busy doing Tai Chi with the Zhong family, living like a transparent person. When he went to the Jiying Palace, he was laughed at by the concubines.
This year, she had money in her hands, and she spread it out as if she didn't count it. No matter how high-minded she is, if she doesn't give her some face, she has to give her money some face.
The chambermaid even treated her as an ancestor.
Before the New Year's Eve banquet, she asked the best embroiderer to make the best winter clothes for her early and put on luxurious jewelry. Although the color should not be too bright, she would still look radiant when she looked in the mirror.
"Year after year, the Ai family has aged another year." Mu Qingchao couldn't help but sigh.
I'll be 18 next year, and in a few years I won't be able to wear bright colors even if I want to, but I still have regrets after all.
However, the regret only lasted for a moment, as Mu Qingchao quickly adjusted his mentality.
Supported by Chun Ya, we went to Jiying Hall.
By coincidence, I bumped into Shen Muchi.
All in all, the last time I saw Shen Muchi was when he interceded for Princess Wan'an.
Probably the Zhong family collapsed and Shen Muchi no longer had any need for her, so she hadn't seen her for several months in a blink of an eye.
Mu Qingchao hurriedly got down from the sedan chair and saluted Shen Muchi.
"See Your Majesty."
She has suffered several losses from Shen Muchi, and she has gained wisdom after every experience, and now she does not dare to be disrespectful at all.
But she lowered her head and didn't see Shen Muchi answer for a long time.
He didn't speak, and she didn't dare to move. She could only lower her head and look at the pair of black boots in front of her.
Mu Qingchao could feel that Shen Muchi's eyes were always on him.
After a long while, he stopped and asked, "I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing these days?"
"Thanks to His Majesty, the Ai family is living well."
After this sentence, there was another long silence, and Shen Muchi's words seemed to contain many unspoken words.
"Has the Queen Mother heard about my matter?" After a long time, I heard such a word without beginning or end.
"Your Majesty... what is your... matter?" Mu Qingchao was really puzzled.
"Xu Meiren!"
It could be heard that Shen Muchi was a little impatient after what he said.
But what does his affair with Xu Meiren have to do with her?
"Oh, oh." Mu Qingchao responded quickly: "I heard that Beauty Xu is gentle, considerate, and versatile. Congratulations to Your Majesty for having such a satisfying pillow."
"Besides that, don't you have anything else to say?" Shen Muchi's tone contained irrepressible anger, as if Mu Qingchao had said something very offensive.