Chapter 105: The Song Dynasty is Past

Monk Qingyuan came once in the morning and then hurried back.

The bright spring day of yesterday was gone, and the sky was gray and the clouds were thick. Two carriages passed through the alley, and Zhu Gaoxu sat in the carriage behind. He lifted the curtain and looked up, thinking that the rain was about to fall.

Without a clock or the sun, I couldn't even estimate the time. I could only go by my feeling and it was roughly morning.

The gloomy weather makes people feel stuffy and worried about getting caught in the rain. Just like Zhu Gaoxu's mood at the moment, his heart was hanging in the air. He could only bite the bullet, wait for time to pass by bit by bit, and follow the planned steps step by step.

The carriage soon arrived at the street where incense and candles were sold. Zhu Gaoxu lowered the straw curtain, leaving only a gap, and continued to observe the scene outside.

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