Wuzhi hurriedly replied to the ceremony, "Hey, Changshi Jiang, please wait a moment, and the monk will accompany Mr. Wu..."

"Master just go with this master, I'll go out by myself!" The Master Wu heard Wu Zhi's name as the chief minister and knew that Jiang Huanzhang was an official, so he quickly interrupted Wu Zhi and was very polite to Jiang Huanzhang.

Wu Zhi watched Mr. Wu leave the main hall, and then turned around and let Jiang Huanzhang in. "Jiang Changshi's face is very bad. It's very cold today. Jiang Changshi went to the living room to drink a bowl of hot soup to warm up."

"Thank you, I'm fine. Is the Great Master Qingkong here? I want to see him and ask him to give me some advice." Jiang Huanzhang seemed to have recovered, at least not so disappointed.

"It's really a coincidence," Wuzhi looked regretful, "Master has gone into seclusion at the beginning of this month."

Jiang Huanzhang was stunned, with a look of loss, and went into seclusion. Is it said that if you don’t want to see him, you will not be destined to be there?

"When will the great monk come out of seclusion?" Jiang Huanzhang asked reluctantly.

"This is not accurate. In a short time, there have been people who have been out of seclusion in a day and a half, and there have been people who have not been out of seclusion in a half year and a year." Wuzhi looked sorry, he really didn't know.

"Then..." Jiang Huanzhang hesitated, "The mage will take me to draw a lottery."

"There are sign buckets here." Wuzhi pointed to the sign bucket on the high table in a corner of the Main Hall and enthusiastically gave in to Jiang Huanzhang. Jiang Huanzhang looked at the sign bucket and asked, "Is this the sign bucket with one extra one?"

Wuzhi was stunned, "One more? Nothing more? The signature buckets in Daxiangguo Temple are the same, so how can one more?"

"The master would still take me to the real sign bucket. Which Bodhisattva is in front of today?" Jiang Huanzhang looked at Wuzhi and was calm. If Wuzhi had pretended to be stupid a month ago, he would be angry.

"I really don't understand what Jiang Changshi said. I have never heard of one more sign bucket in the temple. If you want to tell whether the sign bucket is true or not, there is the earliest sign bucket. Some people always think that the sign bucket is not effective. In fact, it is the same. If you ask for signing, you are the one who is sincere. I can never tell which sign bucket is. If you really want to tell, it is probably only the master who can tell it. But if the master is in seclusion, I will go and ask the master."

The wise explanation is extremely sincere, and people cannot refuse to believe it.

Jiang Huanzhang looked at Wuzhi silently and said quietly: "There is still something that Master Wuzhi told me about the extra sign in the sign bucket."

Wuzhi ran away in shock, "Jiang Changshi, how could this happen? I really don't know how to do it if you have more than one less one. I have been a guest monk in Daxiangguo Temple for more than ten years. For the first time, I heard that there is one more sign. Amitabha, Jiang Changshi is not easy to speak like this."

Jiang Huanzhang sighed a long time, walked slowly to the sign bucket at the corner of the hall, reached out and held up the sign. Wuzhi quickly stretched out his head to look, and signed the line of words on the sign: It is said that it is rich in money in the dream, and reputation is empty in the clouds, and it is difficult to believe in the distance of water and mountains... The last line of words is blurred and cannot be recognized.

"I really can't believe it all. Master used to say that this is something that makes the world feel at ease. I often see many women coming to raising the sign. If one is not good, they will put it back, hold it again, and put it back again. If it is not good, put it back again. Until I ask for a good sign, I will go happily."

Seeing that the signature was so bad that it was impossible to turn around, Wuzhi changed his mind and did not comment on the signature, but only talked about the lottery.

Jiang Huanzhang stared at the signature blankly, his face as if dead. He listened to the words of Wuzhi, but he didn't hear them.

He didn't believe in these things very much in the past, but now he is convinced.

Jiang Huanzhang stuffed the sign into Wuzhi's hand, turned around and walked out. When he went out, he tripped on the threshold, staggered a few steps, and rushed out even more quickly.

Wuzhi took the sign, looked down at the sign, saw the last line, and wiped it with his hands. It was very strange. Why did the last sentence blur like this? Wuzhi walked to the gate of the hall, raised it to the light, looked at it for a long time, but still couldn't see clearly what the last line was. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and came in, throwing the sign back into the sign bucket.

Jiang Paozhang rushed out of Daxiangguo Temple and saw Dushan, who was drinking bowls of leicha opposite him. He hurriedly put down the bowl, untied the reins and followed behind him, and called him a few times. Jiang Huanzhang didn't even turn back. Dushan stopped calling, followed behind him with his horse and returned to Suining Bo Mansion. Jiang Huanzhang rushed straight into the second gate. Dushan led the horse and went whatever he should do.

Jiang Huanzhang walked faster and faster, almost trotting all the way, rushing into the back garden, along the lakeside, and rushing to the pavilion, standing in the middle of the pavilion, slowly turning around and looking around.

This time, he did not see the blooming flowers in the past, he only saw the dilapidated now. The mud in the lake has accumulated for many years. Jiuqu Bridge can no longer leave. The garden is covered with weeds, and wherever his eyes are, they are withered.

Jiang Huanzhang slowly took two steps and sat on the gooseneck chair. The gooseneck chair made an unpleasant creaking sound, as if it was about to break.

Jiang Huanzhang lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. The pain rushed from all directions like the cold wind.

He understood what her words meant.

She is no longer the same as she was yesterday, and he is not the same as he was yesterday. He is chaotic and ignorant until today...

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The King of Jin sent Jiang Huanzhang away, sat down and drank two cups of tea. He felt a little calmer before he stood up and went back to the back house.

When the Princess Jin heard the King of Jin's glory, he said that the eldest prince poisoned Concubine Zhou to death and the fourth prince appointed the prince. Looking at the King of Jin, his eyes shone with light.

"What are the plans of the prince?" Princess Jin asked softly.

"Hmm? What are the plans?" King Jin was stunned.

"What did Ji Tianguan say?" Seeing that the King of Jin could not react, the Princess of Jin had to point out. The King of Jin smiled, "What else can you plan for this matter? The fourth brother has established the prince."

"Prince," Princess Jin reached out and held King Jin's hand, "The imperial concubine is dead, no one will protect the Fourth Master anymore. Even if the prince is appointed, prince, what if the emperor has a new love and has a prince again? The emperor is only in his forties."

King Jin took a deep breath, "What you said is, if the emperor has a new love... there will be no second Concubine Zhou, right?"

"Who knows, even if there isn't... Queen Ning is going to return to the palace?" Princess Jin suddenly remembered an extremely important question, shouted softly, and asked with wide eyes. King Jin was stunned. He didn't expect this.

"I'll ask someone to inquire now!" Princess Jin hurriedly called someone in and gave instructions.

"Why do I feel like it's going to be in chaos?" King Jin murmured.
Chapter completed!