Chapter 80 Master Huiyuan

Mrs. Wu hurriedly asked: "Master, please give me an explanation. What's the pity?"

Master Huiyuan shook his head, "This girl was born into a wealthy family, but it's a pity that she is destined to be evil. If she falls into any family, it will affect the peace of the family."

This was not the first time that Mrs. Wu and Master Huiyuan had met. Master Huiyuan had never made any mistakes in fortune-telling. She believed in what the master said.

"Thank you, Master, for telling me so frankly. I have one more thing to do today. I'm here to light a lotus lantern for my third grandson, and pray to the Bodhisattva to bless him safely and to meet a good match soon."

After Mrs. Wu finished speaking, a nun behind her quickly handed over the brocade box she was holding.

Hui Yuanda called the young novice outside the door, wrote the name and prayer of Third Young Master Wu with his own hands, and then asked the novice to send the brocade box to Changming Hall together with it.

Madam Wu stood up and said goodbye to Master Huiyuan, then staggered out of the Zen room.

Grandma and the maid quickly stepped forward to support her, "Old lady, be careful on the steps you step on."

Mrs. Wu gritted her molar teeth and said, "I knew that the boss was a good-for-nothing, and couldn't even handle this little thing. I was really blind when I asked the boss to marry me with such an embroidered pillow."

"Ouch! Ancestor, don't be so angry. Yi Laonu thinks it's probably a lie told by the Yang family who bribed the matchmaker. There are many children and grandchildren, and blessings are endless. The eldest lady was also deceived by the matchmaker."

Auntie was afraid that the old lady would be very angry, so she quickly helped analyze the reason.

Mrs. Wu stopped, looked up at the sky and closed her eyes, "Then Mrs. Yang can climb from the aunt to the position of the main wife, how can she be a simple person? She is my eldest daughter-in-law, and others sold her to her." I can also help others count money.”

Auntie helped her rub her back and said, "Our ancestors were still wise and did not let the Shang Shufu succeed. She was obviously a concubine, but she was forced to become a legitimate lady, and she told lies. It is really shameless!"

The maid on the side nodded heavily, "That's right. Fortunately, our ancestors came in person, otherwise our handsome and extraordinary third young master would still be kept in the dark."

The third young master Wu is the same age as the second young master Wu. The second young master Wu is only one month older. The second young master Wu has already discussed the marriage.

The old lady originally planned to arrange the marriage of Mr. Wu at the end of the year.

After all, Mr. Wu is a concubine, so it won't be too late to arrange it for him in the coming spring.

"That's all. While my old bones are still intact, I should personally choose a girl who can take charge of my third grandson."

Mrs. Wu sighed and slowly opened her eyes.

I saw a beautiful and charming girl walking under the Bodhi tree.

Her eyebrows are lightly swept, her apricot eyes are clear and bright, as if they have been washed by the water of the Milky Way, her lips are red and her nose is delicate, and her makeup is thin. She is truly a beauty.

Her black hair is tied back with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of green silk hang down her chest. She is dressed in plain clothes and looks like a fairy descending to earth. If she looks closely, the scarlet beauty mark between her eyebrows is like Guanyin on the lotus seat in the main hall.

"Mother Yan, look at that. Does that girl look like the dead Miss Jiang?"

The old nanny on the side, Mama Yan, only felt her arm hurt from being pinched by the old lady.

She raised her head and looked over, her scalp numbing instantly.

The person walking towards her was clearly Miss Jiang. The beauty mark between her eyebrows was the envy of all the noble ladies in the capital, and they wished they could put it on their eyebrows.

Mother Yan's hand holding Mrs. Wu trembled, and her voice trembled when she spoke, "Ancestor, she, she is really the eldest daughter of the Jiang family! Look at the beauty mark between her eyebrows."

"Also, there are those eyebrows. Even if she turns into a gray old slave, she will recognize them."

Yan's mother stuttered, and Jiang Shuyue quickly approached them.

The pretty girl smiled sweetly and saw Mrs. Wu looking at her in shock.

Jiang Shuyue was slightly blessed and said, "May the old lady be safe and sound."

Madam Wu secretly guessed that maybe the Yang family treated the late Madam's daughter poorly and put her under house arrest?

"Yue Yatou, I haven't seen you in a few years. Do you still remember me, old woman?" Mrs. Wu quickly put away her surprised look and smiled warmly.

"Of course I remember it. How can Shu Yue forget that the Taiwei Mansion held banquets and Shu Yue went there several times!"

Jiang Shuyue raised her eyes and looked at Mrs. Wu.

"I also remember that Miss Jiang's poems are good, and she is no worse than Miss Jiang."

Yan's mother's words confirmed Qiu Ju's suspicion. As expected, Jiang Jiaojiao took her manuscript out to show off.

"Old Madam, I'll be busy first. Shuyue goes to pay a visit to Master Huiyuan."

Before Mrs. Wu could ask her where she had been these past years, she gave her a blessing and left.

Seeing Jiang Shuyue walking away, Mrs. Wu said sternly: "Go back home, and tomorrow you will go and exchange the Geng Tie back in person, and then ask if Miss Jiang has married anyone."

"The first-born girl is different. She has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and her eyes are like clear springs. You can tell she is good at first sight."

Yan's mother nodded in agreement, "I also feel that Miss Jiang Er looks dignified, but in fact she doesn't have the aristocratic bearing of Miss Jiang. No matter how I look at her, I feel that she exudes a little family spirit."

On the bodhi tree, a pair of butterflies danced gracefully, and Mrs. Wu was fascinated by it.

These pairs of butterflies appeared in front of the unflowering Bodhi tree. Could they be reminding her of something?

The sound of bells came from the distance, breaking Mrs. Wu's distant thoughts. In the corner of the magnificent temple, a string of wind chimes hung under the high corners.

A gust of wind blows, and the wind chimes make a crisp and sweet sound, which makes people feel happy.

"Let's go back home."

Mrs. Wu had a smile on her lips, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Shuyue came to the outside of the Zen room and saw a young monk coming out from inside.

She quickly put her hands together, "Please let the little master inform the master that I, Jiang Shuyue, have come to see the master."

On weekdays, those who come to the Zen room to see the elders are either rich or noble.

The little monk returned a Buddhist salute, "Please wait for a moment, female donor, I will go in and inform you immediately."

The little monk turned and went in.

Qiuju looked at the corner where Mrs. Wu and her group disappeared.

"Miss, Mrs. Wu looks good and in a good mood. Could it be that Miss Jiang and Mr. Wu are very compatible?"

"That's because you walked behind me. I saw that she was not right when she came out of the Zen room. She seemed very angry."

Jiang Shuyue had already seen Mrs. Wu looking up at the sky in silence, with a look of disappointment on her face.

"I was very nervous just now, because I was afraid that the old lady would suddenly ask you where you have been all these years, and how you suddenly came back to life." Qiuju said, stroking her chest.

Jiang Shuyue smiled faintly, "Silly girl, Madam Wu is such a smart person, she can guess what's going on in the backyard of the Shangshu Mansion without asking too much."

It's just the old routine of treating the legitimate daughter poorly, the concubine taking the position, and the concubine becoming the legitimate daughter.

Soon, the little monk came back, "Please follow me, donor."

Jiang Shuyue led Qiuju in one after another.

Master Huiyuan looked at the woman who was getting closer and closer, and countless images flashed quickly in his mind.

That was what appeared in his mind when he was in seclusion.

When Jiang Shuyue also looked up at him, Master Huiyuan's pupils shrank.