Ye Jia felt tight in his heart. For the first time, he felt that Miaolian had changed. He had really changed. In his bones, she seemed to have become another person who was completely different.
It is no longer the jumping, kind and gentle Miaolian of the past - it is no longer the cute and romantic girl who was born in Beiwu in the past.
He didn't like this change.
But, he couldn't say it.
Moreover, there is no way to stop it.
In recent years, she followed the emperor to Luoyang. Ye Jia was not so clear about the life in the palace. Even though he went in and out of the palace many times, coming and going, after all, there was a distance between the two people at that time.
—It is the difference between Feng Zhaoyi and the national teacher — and it is no longer the relationship between the three friends back then.
Because of this, he didn't know Feng Miaolian so well.
However, at this time, he was not in a sense of blame and alienation, but pity and care - how good can a woman who is so sick and encounters such a family?
Well, as long as her condition improves, her whole body will change, right?
With this feeling, Ye Jia followed her into the family temple.
At that time, Buddhism in northern China was very popular.
After moving the capital to Luoyang, in order to connect with the politics, economy and culture of the Central Plains, Emperor Xiaowen took all the measures to adapt to the Central Plains - including the huge Buddha statue he built for his father in the Yungang Grottoes.
If you have something to do with the top, you will imitate it.
Many nobles and nobles also began to worship Bodhisattvas at home.
Although the Feng family did not become a high-ranking official, over the years, relying on their daughter's status as a mother in the world, they have received many rewards. They are an unyielding local rich man. Therefore, they also built a family temple with a ritual.
However, this temple is sparsely populated and is just left there, with few people coming to visit.
When Feng Miaolian entered, she saw spider webs everywhere, and the four dilapidated walls.
The old monk stood beside him, chanted Amitabha curiously, and then left with mercy.
She looked at this broken place blankly.
Fortunately, Ye Jia was calm and hurriedly ordered the palace maids and guards to clean up a sheltered house, and then took the bedding and brocade they carried with him. Soon, the house was decorated like a decent one.