The carriage of An's family finally drove forward without stopping. An Shu, who was unreasonable, calmed down and rested in Mrs. An's arms.

An Nan closed her eyes and had no ears. She heard what the three people said in Mrs. An’s carriage before. Although she knew that Mrs. An didn’t like her, the younger brother who was several years younger than her was spoiled so badly that he had only heard of it before, but now he clearly showed it in front of her. Even if An Nan didn’t care much about their opinions, she felt a little angry.

White Horse Temple is halfway up the mountain, so when you start to go up the mountain, the road starts to be difficult to walk, and it is very bumpy. Even though the carriage is placed with thick mats to prevent shock, the effect is not good, so everyone is dizzy because of the bumps. However, in order to listen to Master Zhiming’s Buddhist lesson, everyone endured it.

Suddenly, the wheels of Mrs. An's carriage accidentally fell into a small pit, causing the whole carriage to become unbalanced, and the carriage was shaken violently. The driver was so scared that he quickly grabbed the horse, and was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.

Mrs. An and An Shu, who were sitting in the carriage, were thrown to the wall of the carriage without even notice. An Shu cried in fear, touched her red and swollen forehead and cried loudly: "Mom! I'm afraid!"

Mrs. An herself was also afraid and painful. When she heard the shouts of her beloved little son, she didn't care that she was hit and felt painful. She quickly climbed to Anshu's side regardless of the carriage still being bumped, hugged him tightly, and coaxed him, "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Mom is here!"

Then she ignored the demeanor of everyone's wife and shouted at the coachman: "How did you drive the carriage? Let the carriage go slowly! Drive smoothly! If you hurt my son, you will not be able to lose your life!"

"Yes! It'll be fine soon!" The coachman was sweating profusely, and tried his best to control the horses, and slowed down the carriage.

The carriage An Nan and the others were riding was behind. When they heard Mrs. An's anger, An Shu's cry, and the messy footsteps of horse hooves, An Qin and several other sisters were panicked and opened the curtains of the carriage and looked out.

"Is something wrong with my wife's carriage?" asked one of the illegitimate sisters.

"It's okay, it's just that the wheels fell into a small pit and shook it a little, and it'll be fine after a while." An Nan said lightly. She had heard two bangs before, as if it was the sound of Mrs. An and An Shu hitting the wall of the carriage. This was really God punishing them for her.

An Nan was a little gloating.

With the lessons of Mrs. An Nan and the others' carriages were all avoiding the small pit. Although they were still bumpy, they were at least not imbalanced and were thrown a few times and were hit by the body.

Therefore, only Mrs. An and An Shu were the ones who suffered the greatest crime. Not only was their foreheads bruised and swollen, but they suffered the most fears. Although there was no accident in the carriage in the end, this small accident had already caused them a lot of pain.

"Son, when we arrive at White Horse Temple, we must worship the Bodhisattva. We are so unlucky on the way, we must get rid of bad luck!" Mrs. An hugged An Shu with lingering fear and said, "She was really scared. What if the carriage overturned and hurt her only precious son? Mrs. An suddenly felt that it was worth it to come to White Horse Temple this time, otherwise the bad luck this time would not happen on this road but at other times. Wouldn't that cause greater harm?

So she must worship Buddha devoutly!

After the bones all over his body began to hurt, the White Horse Temple finally arrived. The White Horse Temple on this day was very lively. Many believers, including men and women, young and old, were gathered, and it was noisy.

After resettling the carriage, Mrs. An took her family to the private room in the temple. Even in the temple, a powerful family like Anjia has privileges. On such a lively day, you can have a small private room for resting. This kind of treatment is not available to ordinary people. Only the powerful people have it. The greater the power, the larger the rooms to rest, and the better the service.

The An family is in the capital, so there are only two small rooms for rest. One is still Mrs. An with her favorite young son and eldest daughter, while the rest is shared by An Nan and Anqin and other concubines.

Before the time for the master to preach, Mrs. An was impatient to deal with a few daughters she didn't like, so she asked them to take their servants out for a walk by themselves, but they could not go to remote places, and could not do anything that would insult An's reputation.

An Nan did not bring her maids to come. The other young sisters all had their own little thoughts and were not familiar with An Nan, so they all found excuses to go shopping alone.

This was exactly what An Nan thought, and she was also impatient to get together and play with those sisters who were like strangers.

She saw that the temples were filled with worshipers and crowded. She didn't believe in Buddhism, so she stopped joining in the fun, so she walked towards the quieter temple back mountain.

But this tranquility is only relative to the bustling hall. In fact, there are many people in the back mountain, including women taking their children to stroll, young couples playing together tenderly and sweetly, and lively and brilliant children calling their friends to attract their friends, which is also very popular.

However, the peach blossoms in the mountains have already faded, and there is no scenery to enjoy. Everyone has not been here for a long time. An Nan wanted to pick a few peach branches and go back to insert them, so he carefully selected them.

She gradually walked more and more and more inside. After finally seeing a pleasant peach branch, she raised her hand to fold it, but heard a low and mellow voice: "Yan'er, what wish did you make when you burn incense just now?"

Then a clear and childish childish voice replied: "I beg the Buddha to bless my mother's health as soon as possible, and my sister will also get better..."

"Yan'er is intent. Buddha knows that you are so pious and will not bear to let you down." The low male voice said with some regret.

"Really? Father? If the mother and sister get better, I can take them here for fun next time! The mother often tells me that she will definitely take me and my sister out for fun when she gets better..." The childish voice replied in surprise.

After hearing these voices, An Nan was stunned for a moment. Apart from the princes and princesses in the palace, there were only a few princes, all of whom could call their parents "fathers" and "mothers".

The emperor in the palace would definitely not appear here, so the one who is talking to is a prince and his son.

An Nan hid his figure more carefully. After confirming that the father and son would not be discovered, he looked at the father and son with some curiosity.
Chapter completed!