The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 290: Why is it so popular?
Jiashan: ? ?

Why the rush?
Further on, Gu Fujiu had come to pick her up. Seeing that she hadn't finished copying the scriptures, unless the sky were falling, he would have helped her copy them instead of urging her.

His behavior was so strange that Jiashan could hardly see the oddity behind it.

She watched him intently, not an inch.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Gu Fuju hesitated.

"It's not appropriate to miss a palace banquet. I've been looking at the weather, and it looks like it's going to rain in the next few days. The mountain roads are difficult to travel, so I've come to take you back."

Gu Fuju's eyes were filled with a jumble of emotions: "Don't rush, let's go down the mountain first, I'll tell you slowly on the way."

They were a young couple and have stayed together ever since.

Jia Shan's eyelids began to twitch, and that unease welled up in her heart again.

When going up a mountain to worship Buddha, one must be sincere and walk, but when going down the mountain, there are fewer concerns.

Gu Fuju helped Jiashan into the carriage.

Suddenly, I vaguely heard a clanging sound.

The sound wasn't loud, seemingly coming from the distance to the right front. Yet, it made Gu Fuju turn around abruptly.

This is a subconscious reaction from the body.

Before he could even think, the person had already chased after him.

But there were too many people in the temple.

When he passed by, there was nothing left. Only a child ringing a bell.

It seemed like he was hallucinating, but it also seemed like he was overly stressed.

It's more like... a bird startled by the twang of a bow.

Gu Fuju was lost in thought for a moment, then let out a deep breath and walked back.

As he approached the carriage, he heard a dull thud as if something was being overturned inside.

After entering the carriage, Jiashan prepared to pour himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a piece of paper in the corner that was being held down by a jade pendant to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

The tassel on the jade pendant was hand-woven by her. Gu Fuju cherished it greatly, wearing it every day and rarely taking it off.

Jiashan looked over there.

Upon seeing the person in the portrait, his pupils contracted sharply.

When Gu Fuju lifted the curtain.

She was staring intently at the portrait, lost in thought.

Gu Fuju saw that only her skirt was wet and she was not injured, and his eyes softened.

"That child's name is Tingwan."

he whispered.

"Doesn't she look a lot like you?"

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Changdu Temple is a popular place of worship.

Nestled amidst verdant mountains and valleys, the sounds of chanting mingled with the clear chirping of birds. The solemn Buddha statues, gleaming with golden light, compassionately overlook the kneeling worshippers.

Climbing to the top of the mountain is somewhat tiring.

Ning Suchan knelt on the prayer mat, holding incense in her hand, and closed her eyes devoutly.

Yu Tingwan followed suit.

She didn't want to have nightmares anymore.

Even though she suspected that she probably didn't have a good end in her past life.

Wei Zhao's actions were dangerous.

She also hoped that the man's plot to usurp the throne would not go wrong.

After making her wish, she placed the incense sticks in the incense burner. Seeing that Ning Suchan was still kneeling, she went out to wait.

Tan Jiang followed him closely, never leaving his side.

Yu Tingwan's gaze fell on a stall selling copper locks. There was a long queue of people waiting to buy them, and the business was booming.

"What's that for?"

Tan Jiang: "There is a bridge in the temple, right in front of us, called the Marriage Bridge."

"Many engaged unmarried men and women come together to buy a love lock. They ask the craftsman to engrave their names on it. They then walk together on the bridge of fate, hoping for a smooth marriage."

She told Yu Tingwan, "Young Master Biao has come several times."

Yu Tingwan was slightly taken aback.

"Isn't Ning Yunling unmarried? Which girl did he come with?"

"I came by myself."

"Many people also write the name of their loved one on their forehead and pray to Buddha for blessings."

Tan Jiang looked around and said softly, "Young Master Biao made several locks, and several girls' names were engraved on them."

Not many people know about this.

Yu Tingwan: ?
"He coveted the Zhou family's daughter, the Grand Tutor's daughter, the Minister of Justice's daughter, and several others who had already married other men."

"Young Master Biao believes that at least one of them will eventually succeed."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Good heavens. He's drawing lots here!
Tan Jiang: "But none of them worked out."

"That bridge of marriage, in my opinion, is extremely inaccurate."

That's a bit tragic.

Given Ning Yunling's status, there are countless women who want to marry into the Ningguo Marquis's family, but he either likes women he can't marry or innocent, naive girls.

Since Yu Tingwan had nothing better to do, she went over to take a look.

"Twenty coins for a lock, twenty coins for engraving."

These prices are considered cheap for Beijing.

Several monks were busy as bees.

Some collected money, some engraved characters, and some kept accounts.

The records are very clear.

Every single income was recorded, and the worshippers were required to leave their fingerprints. The money was ultimately used to distribute porridge at the foot of the mountain.

Therefore, worshippers are very willing to pay.

Yu Tingwan had sharp eyes. Among the pilgrims in line, there were quite a few unmarried men and women. Most of the women blushed and dared not look at the men next to them.

It was a female customer's turn.

The female customer handed over a slip of paper: "Master, I'd like these two names engraved."

Yu Tingwan craned her neck to take a look.

Female: Zhang Yue.

Male: Wei Zhao.

Yu Tingwan: ? ? What the heck?

Her eyes widened.

The engraving was done quickly, and the girl happily left with the lock.

"and many more."

A woman in pink caught up with him, saying, "You are also General Wei, and so am I."

“I have seen them all. Of the twenty locks that the master craftsman carved, seven belong to General Wei and four belong to Imperial Censor He.”

Yu Tingwan: ...

Good guy.

Tan Jiang said proudly, "Madam, our general has always outnumbered Lord He!"

Always.

Yu Tingwan grasped the key point, a smile playing on her lips, and patted Tan Jiang's shoulder: "Really?"

Lunch was eaten at the temple.

This was Yu Tingwan's first time eating vegetarian food.

It contains no meat, yet the taste is surprisingly good, even refreshing.

We took a horse-drawn carriage down the mountain.

Aside from the bumpy ride, nothing else happened, and we returned to Beijing smoothly.

The guards at the city gate, seeing that it was a carriage from the Duke of Shun's mansion, let it pass without conducting a routine inspection.

After the carriage came to a smooth stop behind the Duke of Shunguo's residence, Ning Suchan was helped out of the carriage. Without saying a word to Yu Tingwan, she left directly.

Yu Tingwan didn't think anything of it.

She even felt that her relationship with Ning Suchan was quite good.

It was approaching dusk.

Most of the day was spent traveling.

She was also a little tired, so she carried the wilted bouquet of flowers back to Lan Garden.

The door was half open. Wei Zhao was handling official business when he heard the noise and looked up.

Yu Tingwan stepped across the threshold.

He strode over.

She stared at Wei Zhao across the desk.

Wei Zhao pondered for a moment: "The Grand Tutor and his wife just came by."

It wasn't long before he left.

Yu Tingwan leaned forward and pressed her fingertips to his lips: "Shh."

"Let me see it first."

She was perfectly proportioned, with a slender figure and a graceful, well-proportioned body. Her clothes fit her perfectly, and with this unintentional movement, her buttocks slightly lifted, making her full and voluptuous figure even more prominent.

Wei Zhao's eyes darkened. He stood up, grabbed the slender waist, and carried her directly from the other end, placing her on the table.

He held her shoulders and stroked them, his gaze lowered.

"What are you looking at?"

The atmosphere is great.

Yu Tingwan gave a cold laugh.

"Look at you, how come you're so popular?"