The male servants who swept the sweeping trip would go out every few days and bought a lot of things, including some gadgets, some scriptures, and various exhortations and stories of monks for free, as well as strange stories of donors from Longmen Grottoes. The huge cost of the grottoes is certainly impossible to be all funded by the government. Many are wealthy and wealthy people from all over the country, as well as high-ranking officials and nobles. In order to make themselves seem pious and to keep themselves famous for their lives, they often spend a lot of money to carve themselves and their families. Therefore, their stories were also specially woven into booklets.

Feng Miaolian is idle and likes to read these gadgets.

Life, in such leisure, becomes very fast - day by day, like pinching your fingers. Logically speaking, it should have been still and idle, but it feels the opposite, it is really like the dead.

That day, Ye Jia was in good spirits and stood up.

His old and new scars have been greatly improved. At this time, he can move freely without a crutch. However, the scar on his shoulder was scratched and pulled very long. When changing clothes, he could see that the ferocious flesh and blood had not healed yet.

Feng Miaolian reached out to support him. He stood up and didn't let her help him. When she was exercising her muscles and bones, she still felt pain, but he held back that this pain was nothing and she didn't want her to worry anymore.

"Miaolian, I'm already big."

She was extremely surprised and retracted her hand.

"I want to go out for a walk."

She accompanied him silently.

There was a jungle, a sparse river, and the sky in the north was cold. She was wearing thick cotton jackets, and so was he, but they were all very ordinary fabrics, just like all ordinary pedestrians on the road.

That day coincided with the market day, with people coming and going, bustling with each other, not abrupt at all. No one recognized them, nor did anyone pay attention to them. Between the world, people are as small as dust. Whenever they leave the place where people think you will be noble, the word "noble" becomes worthless. After Ye Jia was seriously injured, he was thin, and the luster that the former handsome man could not be ignored had disappeared, just like a long bamboo pole. Fortunately, under the thick cotton coat, others didn't think it was strange.
Chapter completed!