But orange candy is not.

Tangtang was still peeking at the study, and when he saw Mo Huai, he didn't talk much, so he simply sat on the steps. Raindrops dripped down the eaves, and she reached out and let it stare on her fingertips.

Mo Huai looked at her calmly.

Tangtang muttered softly: "If Childe comes out at this time and sees me like this......" As she spoke, she blinked and thought of the thick pile of Buddhist scriptures again.

"Mo Huai, will you be by Childe's side for the rest of your life?"

The girl lowered her eyes, her orange dress was scattered on the steps, the falling rain wet her dress, and her voice was very soft, like the wind in the south of the Yangtze River.

Mo Huai raised his eyes and glanced at the study lightly.

He did not answer, the question did not make sense to him.

After waiting for an answer for a long time, Tangerine stretched his waist and didn't mind too much. Over the years, she has not waited for many answers from Mo Huai and Han Cicada, and this one is not bad.

As she turned to leave, Tangerine looked at the study behind her.

It was silent and pitch black, and there was no light to be seen from the outside. She actually lied, she didn't stay in Gangnam because, in her dreams, some images vaguely appeared.

There is Miss Jiang San, and there is also a son.

Flesh and blood blurred son.

*

When she was woken up by the slave's knock on the door in the early morning, Jiang Wu was not surprised.

It was beyond her expectation that her grandmother would be silent these days. I think it's probably because of my aunt's affairs at the beginning, so even if Chang'an City is full of wind and rain these days, my grandmother has never sent anyone to look for her once.

But what should come will come.

Jiang Wu pushed open the door, looked at the well-dressed maid opposite, and said softly, "Sister Anya." ”

Anya didn't show much emotion when she wanted to, but at this moment she smiled: "Third Miss, the old woman said that she hadn't seen you for a few months, so she specially sent me to invite Third Miss." ”

Jiang Wu didn't refuse: "Wait a minute." ”

After saying that, she fetched water from the well herself and washed carefully. When everything was done, she looked at Anya: "Sister Anya, it's okay." ”

From start to finish, Ango waited patiently.

When she was led to see her grandmother, Jiang Wu's eyes paused for a moment on the Angya in front of her, and asked softly, "Does Sister Angya know what Grandmother is looking for me?" ”

Anya turned around and looked at the weak young lady in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a little pain in her heart. She is a child of the family, not the maids who bought it outside, and she knows the situation of the third lady in this mansion very well.

In the past, although she was distressed, she couldn't do anything, but now that the third miss has survived on her own, she is indeed happy for the third miss.

Anya Yingying smiled: "In the past few days, there have been many people in the mansion who have come to seek relatives, and there are many princes and nobles. The old lady should have called Miss this time to ask her thoughts on marriage. The young lady has already reached the end of the day, and it is the right age to discuss this. ”

Between the lines, it seems that she has never talked about marriage.

Jiang Wu listened quietly, and only after a long time did she whisper, "Thank you, Sister Anya." ”

Anya shook her head: "It's okay, I can't thank Miss Slave." After all, in this more than ten years of bullying of the third lady by the people of the Jiang Mansion, although she did not fall into the ground, she never reached out to help.

I met many people along the way, Jiang Wu lowered her eyes as usual, and a voice of 'Third Miss' sounded beside her.

"Good morning, Third Miss."

"Third Miss Ann."

"I've seen Miss Three."

The slaves hung their heads and were respectful.

Jiang Wu was stunned for a moment, she seemed to be happier, but looking at these changing faces, she only felt dull.

is just the identity of the prime minister's 'student', and her situation in the house is very different. It's as if someone was telling her that the hardships she had with her aunt in her previous life were only because they had neither power nor love.

It seems that such a person does not matter in heaven and earth, and can only become the object of bullying and humiliation.

Begonia flowers bloomed on the road along the way, seeing that her eyes stopped for a moment, Anya smiled and said: "This is when the young lady prayed for the Jiang family in the temple, Mrs. Liu asked people to plant, here, and on the road behind Yuan Ningxuan, there are all begonias." Does Miss like Begonias? ”

Jiang Wu shook her head: "I can't talk about whether I like it or not." ”

Angya led her to a cleaner road, with grass beside it. Along the way, I met slaves for a long time, and they still greeted one after another.

Anya is used to waiting like this, and he has already seen the people in the house stepping on the highs and lows, and his expression is very indifferent. Looking at the young lady with her head hanging behind her, she shook her head in her heart and did not speak.

The things in the temple can also be regarded as an opportunity for the third lady.

All the way to Yuanningju, Anya took her directly towards the courtyard. Yuanningju is one of the few places that Jiang Wu is familiar with in the house, and the place where Anya took her to see the route should be the Buddha Hall.

A Buddhist hall was built in the courtyard, which is also a rare thing in Chang'an.

But the people in the house only said that the grandmother was kind.

Jiang Yuying's eyes were faint, and she couldn't help but think of Jiang Yuying's words that day.

Jiang Yuying: "You should tell your grandmother this, she believes in Buddhism the most." My grandmother told me that before I was born, my grandmother built a big Buddhist hall in the courtyard. All the Buddha statues in it are all fine golden bodies. The money donated to the temple every year also includes two sets of makeup for me. ”

People like Jiang Yuying, and such an 'insignificant' thing, must disdain to lie to her.

Jiang Wu looked up at the splendid Buddha hall in front of her, surrounded by fireworks, and her grandmother knelt in front of the Buddha statue devoutly, facing the three big Buddhas and looking straight at her.

Anya's voice was very soft: "Old lady, the third lady is here." ”

Old Madam Jiang didn't get up, but said kindly: "In the future, the little woman will come to worship the gods and Buddhas first." ”

As usual, Jiang Wu lit incense and bowed down earnestly and reverently.

When she turned around, she found her grandmother looking at her. The old man's eyes were already a little cloudy, but now they have more complicated feelings.

When Jiang Wu looked at her, she couldn't tell for a while.

Old Madam Jiang looked at it, her eyes suddenly turned a little red, and she stretched out her old hand to stroke Jiang Wu's head: "Little lady, don't blame grandmother for the matter." Grandmother is also for your good, if the matter spreads at the beginning, Yuying's reputation will be ruined, you and Yuying are sisters after all, and it will be difficult to talk about marriage in the future. ”

Under the gods and Buddhas, the old man's eyes were full of tears, and he took care of his face in front of the juniors, and wiped them off with a handkerchief over and over again. Everything looks so real.

But Jiang Wu only tasted a trace of hypocrisy.

She hung her head and didn't speak, according to her temperament in her previous life, she couldn't speak at this time.

The grandmother cried louder and louder: "Child, good boy, don't blame your second sister." She has been pampered since she was a child, and the sisters in the house will still have to support her in the future. ”

As if to introduce the main topic, the old man's crying gradually became smaller, and he called: "Angya." ”

Anya came up directly with Geng Ti, and Geng Ti was stacked into a thick stack, looking at more than a dozen copies.

Jiang Wu was stunned, but she didn't expect that there would be so many. She thought that the phrase "stepping through the threshold" a few days ago was just a joke. Now what her grandmother handed her must have been screened. So in fact, more people directly handed over the Geng post and came to the door to ask for marriage.

"With Chen's child, you are destined. Although his father did something wrong, the boy was a good boy too. Old Madam Jiang first sighed, and then wiped her tears: "Grandmother feels sorry for the little sister-in-law, and she picked some family affairs for the little sister-in-law." Take a look at which son-in-law you are interested in, and go down to meet your second sister at the banquet. ”

Banquet.

Jiang Fu never let her go out to any banquets.

Seeing that Jiang Wu didn't speak, Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but sigh, Miao Chun's thing was indeed done by Yuying, and it is no wonder that Xiao Wu is separated from her now.

The old man stroked Jiang Wu's head again, and said kindly: "What kind of husband does the little woman want to find, talk to her grandmother, and the grandmother can also find it for the little woman." ”

This question is inexplicably familiar.

On that day, someone said to her: "You are a student I have cultivated single-handedly, even if you are in the position of queen, others will not be able to put a beak in the slightest." The person who is compatible with you, at least the family background should not be lower than mine, the status should not be lower than mine, and the talent should not be lower than me, even if it is such an innocuous thing as appearance, it should be flourishing in me. ”

She picked and replied: "Family background, status, talent, appearance." ”

Throwing away the previous 'thank you for being late', this is actually the common requirement of a woman in the boudoir to find a husband.

Mrs. Jiang had a smile in her eyes, and said kindly: "That little sister-in-law look at these Geng posts, all of them are dragons and phoenixes among people." ”

Jiang Wu's fingertips paused slightly, and she still opened the Geng posts one by one. Because of her previous life, she is not a stranger these days.

The second son of King Jing's Mansion and the sixth son of Sun Shangshu......

She probably understood, and knew that her grandmother should just show her today.

Sure enough, the next moment the grandmother closed the Geng post: "Although the parents ordered the matchmaker's words, how could the grandmother be willing to let the little sister-in-law spend her life with unhappy people." Three days later, the county lord of Jingwang's Mansion Ningyu held a banquet on the side of Xingchun Lake, handed the invitation to the little sister-in-law, and asked your second sister to take you to the banquet to meet people. The little woman is only in time, and the marriage is not in a hurry. ”

An invitation card was handed to her, and her eyes were stunned for a moment, and then she answered softly.

As she thought, these Geng posts were just a temptation from other families in Chang'an City.

They handed over the prayer post, and even handed over the Geng post to ask to marry her, essentially because they were too late. This powerful prime minister, who has never sided in the struggle for the crown prince between the DPRK and China, now has a 'student'.

The people who handed over the Geng post were all idle children of various families.

If she could think of this, so could her grandmother. So these Geng posts are just for her to see, and grandmother and Jiang Yu will not respond to any of them, because they can't figure out Xie Yuwan's attitude.

All families are playing, and she is just an insignificant pawn among them.

Jiang Wu looked at the invitation card in her hand, and wrote it with good pen and ink - "Miss Jiang San, Jiang Wu". She raised her eyes, and then looked at the gods and Buddhas in the sky, who were wrapped in gold, as if they were eternally merciful.

Saying goodbye to her grandmother, Jiang Wu walked out.

The ethereal smoke was behind her, and perhaps she had just lit it. She pushed open the door, took an invitation, and stepped out of the temple where she had bowed down several times.

Ms. Jiang said the temple was built before she was born.

It's too much of a coincidence, but it was around Jiang Yuying's birth.

She looked at the old man who was kneeling reverently behind her, and remembered the old man's eyes with mixed feelings when she looked at each other.

Something is about to break through the ground.

What was it about her cloudy eyes that made her so familiar......

Jiang Yu closed her eyes and remembered that in that humble alley in her previous life, when she told the old man that she was looking for Jiang Yu and Jiang Yulang, the old man's eyes changed instantly.

She seemed to know what it was.

What was hidden in the eyes of the grandmother of the right person was ...... Afraid.

In the Buddha hall full of gods and Buddhas, the old man handed over the Geng post with tears in his eyes, but there was a fear in his eyes of the 'orphan girl' who had just gotten a little 'favor'.

When she went back, Anya was told to do something, so she couldn't send her. Originally, Anya sent a little maid, but Jiang Wu refused. She walked over to her usual path, turned around, and saw a grand begonia.

She looked at this begonia lightly, and her hand was quietly stunned for a long time.

My grandmother's daily life was simple, rarely extravagant and wasteful, and she was only extravagant in worshiping Buddha on weekdays. Begonia is Liu Boniang's favorite flower, but she planted such a large piece behind Yuanning's residence.

As soon as the wind blows, begonia flowers fall from the trees.

Plain, quietly, slowly falling from Jiang Wu's body. She walked through a field of begonia flowers and walked towards the most remote courtyard of Jiang Mansion.