On the way back, Zhao Wuwu never said a word, and she didn't expect Mu Baili, a dead eunuch, to be a scoundrel to such a point. Where he wants to reciprocate, this is clearly humiliation. Anyway, she is also the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and he actually asked her to paint the Spring Palace, and when she passed it out, how could she save face? How should the Prime Minister's Mansion deal with itself?

But Zhao Wuwu knew the current affairs, and she could only do what she did in that situation at that time.

picked something, and as a result, Mu Baili put it on the table, and left the handle in his hand. What she didn't expect was that Mu Baili also sent things to the front of the palace, and now even if she wants to get it back, she can't do anything about it.

Mu Baili is Mu Baili, where is he willing to suffer a loss.

Looking at the Buddha beads in his palm with low eyebrows, Zhao Wuwu narrowed his eyes slightly. It stands to reason that his drawings are in Mu Baili's hands, and he can't find the secret behind the Buddha beads, so he will definitely take out the Buddha beads and force her to speak. But in fact, although those Buddha beads are precious, they are not what she wants.

So she expected that Mu Baili might not have what she wanted in his hands.

Ming'er, it's the day to go to Yun'an Temple.

Thinking of this, the temperature in Zhao Wuwu's eyes plummeted.

Clenching the jade card in his hand, Zhao Wuwu sneered twice, "I want to see what tricks you can play." ”

The emperor has a harem of 3,000, and he has been resigned to this day. The ministers have long been accustomed to the emperor's stupidity, so whether the emperor goes to court or not has little to do with them. If there is an urgent official business, there is Zhao Wuwu to operate later. The rest of the small matters were handed over to Xia Donglou of the cabinet for full disposal.

So what the emperor saw was Xia Donglou's control of the cabinet, not Zhao Wuwu behind the scenes.

Although Jiang is still old and spicy, Xia Donglou is still old, but everyone knows: the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves.

As soon as the morning dawned, Zhao Wuwu took the Buddha beads to Yun'an Temple.

It's better to give such a good thing to the Buddha's mother. Zhao Wuwu doesn't believe in gods or ghosts, she only believes in herself.

Looking up at the plaque of Yun'an Temple, Zhang Tao was captured here last month. It's strange to say, she let people track it down for so long, but she didn't find any news about Zhang Tao's henchmen. It can be seen that it is an opponent who has met.

Walking into the meditation room, Zhao Wuwu silently crossed his knees on the futon, and respectfully placed the brocade box beside his mother.

After Yang Jinzhi finished reciting the scriptures, he put down the wooden fish in his hand and turned his head to look at her, "Your complexion looks much better." ”

"The pear blossoms of Shangshu Mansion are blooming very well." Zhao Wuwu opened the brocade box, "Mother, it's not appropriate for me to leave this object, I think it's better to stay with my mother." ”

Yang Jinzhi looked at the Buddha beads in the brocade box, and shook his head with a smile, "The heart is sincere, not the essence of things." Hehuan, you still don't understand. She got up and wrapped the Buddha beads around Zhao Wuwu's wrist, "One hundred and eight Buddha beads, all of which have their own definitions. Hehuan, everything is too much, and fate is bound to end early. What my mother is saying now, you may not be able to understand it, but when you go through some things, you will understand that some obsessions are karma, and some obsessions are fate. ”

Zhao Wuwu really doesn't understand Buddhism, she knows the government and knows how to manipulate people's hearts, but she can't be pure-hearted and have few desires.

"Mother?" She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the Buddha beads, "This thing is not suitable for me." "She has blood on her hands, but I'm afraid that the Buddha won't be able to tolerate her, so she won't enter the Buddha at all!

Yang Jinzhi held his daughter's hand, and a trace of sadness appeared on his kind face, "Hehuan, although it is difficult to disobey the will of God, it is also man-made!" Acacia, if—let's go! ”

"Are you still allowed to let me go now? I can't walk either. She looked at her mother with a smile, "Mother, I'll accompany you today!" ”

Yang Jinzhi nodded, and Zhao Wuwu slowly walked out of the meditation room with her in his arms.

Spring is the best time of the year.

The trees are full of flowers, and they are falling, silent, relatively speechless.

"The year you were born, the pear blossoms bloomed the best." Yang Jinzhi looked at the white trees as if he remembered the scene of that year.

Waiting for Yang Jinzhi to be tired, Zhao Wuwu sent her back to the room, and when she came out, Xi Mo and Yunzheng were already waiting outside the courtyard gate.

"Childe, it's a jade brand!" Yun Zheng respectfully handed over a jade plaque with both hands.

Zhao Wuwu smiled coldly, "It looks like ......"