Chapter 73 The First Birthday Incense

Only on the day of worshiping Buddha can Jiang Jiu completely empty himself and recall the past wholeheartedly.

Only in this way can we keep ourselves awake and not become a vassal of this era.

It’s been fifteen years. How many fifteen years are there in a lifetime?

Fifteen years ago, the independent and self-reliant person in modern times never thought of relying on a man in her life.

She works hard to live, earn money, work overtime, and never complains.

When I finally bought a house and a car and achieved financial freedom, I traveled through time.

From the day she was born, she lived in a very good environment, with many maids and three wet nurses.

She thought that God had blessed her in this life, allowing her to live a life of luxury in ancient times.

Who would have thought that God played a joke on her. Within a hundred days, something unexpected happened at home. Her mother was hunted down and her father disappeared.

She went through many hardships and dangers to escape from being a nanny to a remote courtyard and live under someone else's roof.

Here, she cannot be free, cannot do business, and even has to be careful and dress up when going out.

And when she grows up, she just needs to go through this door and that door to live her life.

If she had never seen what freedom looked like, she might have been willing to be a

A lady from a noble family.

But she had clearly been free, worked hard, struggled, and was glorious.

She just wants a free and unfettered life.

If it were modern times, she would just need to leave home to succeed, but this was ancient times, and she didn't have a home at all, so it wouldn't work.

But this simple wish became her lifelong pursuit.

Freedom...she doesn't have it.

She has memories from birth, but how could she have memories before birth? She is not a god.

So, what happened to her mother?

Who was after her? Where was her father at the time? Why didn't he protect her and her?

A series of problems troubled her for fifteen years.

Now it's okay, suddenly an invisible bodyguard appears.

Did she believe it? I don't know. She didn't even believe herself, so how could she believe an outsider?

I am often a guest in a sad autumn in Wanli, and I am alone on the stage after suffering from many illnesses.

She was a visitor from afar, lonely all her life.

The sound of a clear and ethereal bowl rang out, and the monks' evening class ended. There was no sound of chanting around, and the huge Buddhist hall seemed empty.

Jiang Jiu looked up at the compassionate-looking Guanyin statue, and was surrounded by a faint sadness.

"Bodhisattva, how many sins did I commit in my previous life to allow me to travel through time and space to be reborn as a human being, the human world, the nineteen levels of hell..."

My legs were numb from sitting, and just as I was about to stand up, I noticed two broad palms on my left and right.

Jiang Jiu was stunned for a moment, then she looked up and saw Zhao Li and Lu Yunyang standing in front of her, one on each side, trying to help her stand up.

"No, thank you."

Jiang Jiu slowed down, stood up by himself, without relying on anyone, turned around, left the Buddhist temple and returned to his room.

Lu Yunyang and Zhao Li looked at each other, and then Lu Yunyang snorted softly, put his hands behind his back, and was about to leave.

But I heard Zhao Li say quietly: "This time, she didn't cry..."

"Huh?" Lu Yunyang stopped and turned slowly, "Why is she crying?"

Zhao Li raised his eyes and glanced at the majestic and kind-hearted statue of Guanyin.

"In previous years, every time she sat alone in the small Buddhist temple, she would cry. Sometimes she would cry uncontrollably, sometimes she would cry silently, and sometimes she would talk a lot while crying."

"But this year, she didn't cry..."

Lu Yunyang frowned, his majestic demeanor stern.

"Isn't it good that she didn't cry? It means that her life is good and her wishes have been fulfilled. There is nothing to be sad about..."

Is that so? Zhao Li's eyes were deep, but he had other thoughts.

"She has grown up and learned to hide her feelings and not show her sadness or joy on her face. This is not a good sign."

After saying that, Zhao Li strode away, leaving Lu Yunyang alone in the entire Buddhist temple. He also glanced at the peaceful and compassionate Guanyin, feeling a surge of sadness in his heart.

"Have you learned to hide your sadness and joy?"

He knew at a very young age...

She was much better off than him, she had a place where she could cry and relax, but he...

But Jiang Jiu, what are you sad about? Tell him and make him happy. He will be happy if someone has a harder life than him.

Jiang Jiu’s birthday is September 9th, and many people come to the Guanyin Temple to climb on this day.

But every year when the first stick of incense was lit, it was Aunt Qian who woke her up and burned incense with her.

"Girl, if you have any wishes for this year, tell them to the Bodhisattva. It will be very effective."

Really? It's nice to make a wish every year and have it come true every year.

"Buddha, I, Jiang Jiu, wish that Aunt Qian will be healthy, Xiao Yimo and Chu Yu will be happily married, and my wife and his son will be safe. I also wish that... my wish will be fulfilled."

Aunt Qian was very happy: "Miss, every time you make a wish, you think of me. I have only one wish, that you can return to the capital, avenge your mother, and then marry..."

Originally, she wanted to marry into a good family, but suddenly she remembered that Jiang Jiu was already married, and her husband was the current Ninth Prince, so her heart blossomed with joy.

"I hope the Ninth Prince will always love the girl, and the girl will give birth to a big fat boy to give birth to the Ninth Prince."

Jiang Jiu didn't comment and inserted the incense into the incense burner. Looking at the smoke rising from the three incense sticks, Aunt Qian clapped her hands and said, "Okay, Bodhisattva knows. The girl's wish will definitely come true."

I don’t know what Aunt Qian’s superstition is about, but as long as the three incense sticks are of good quality, they will not break suddenly, and the smoke will definitely float upwards.

"Mammy, who do you think the man we rescued yesterday was?"

Nanny Qian was busy in the kitchen yesterday, preparing vegetarian food for Jiang Jiu and boiling medicine for Zhao Li, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

"Isn't he just an ordinary swordsman? Who else could he be?"

Jiang Jiu tilted his head and glanced at the starry night sky.

"No, he said he wasn't. He said he was a bodyguard that my mother assigned to me when I was a child. My mother gave him 100 taels of silver a month to let him protect me secretly. Do you know about this?"

Aunt Qian was stunned. She stood there thinking for a long time and shaking her head.

"I don't remember such a thing. Could it be that Madam arranged it after we arrived in Xiang County?"

Jiang Jiu took out the jade pendant given by Zhao Li from his arms and handed it to Nanny Qian.

"Is this my mother's thing? I am young and don't have a deep impression of her."

When Nanny Qian saw the jade pendant, her expression immediately became excited.

"Yes, it belongs to your mother. This was given to your mother by your father when they had just met in Suzhou. It was a token of love from your father to your mother. She took this jade pendant to Beijing to look for your father."

Jiang Jiu's suspicious eyes fell on Nanny Qian's face.

"Mammy, please take a closer look. I remember you said my father was the former Minister of Revenue, and now he is Chang Mingyuan. But how could an official of the imperial court have a dragon-shaped jade pendant?"

Yes, this jade pendant is engraved with a five-clawed golden dragon, and it is clearly an ornament worn by the emperor.

After hearing what Jiang Jiu said, Nanny Qian looked at it carefully and said, "Is this a dragon? Isn't it a python? Lord Chang said it was a gift from the Emperor. It's very valuable, so he gave it to your mother."

Jiang Jiu looked at it carefully again, put the jade pendant away, and walked back holding Nanny Qian's arm.

"Mammy, tell me more about my mother's story. I want to hear it..."