The day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

As soon as the morning mist dissipated, Qiu Guhan wrapped himself in a cloak, lay on Manu's back, and walked out of the underworld with Feng Jinghua.

There was a simple carriage parked at the back door, Manu carried Qiu Guhan into the carriage, and after Feng Jinghua also got into the carriage, he jumped into the driver's seat, shook the reins, and the carriage drove away slowly.

In order to reward Qiu Guhan's cousin, Feng Jinghua decided to take him out for a walk.

She repeatedly begged Mrs. Lan, saying that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, and she wanted to take her younger brother to Jiu'en Temple to burn incense for her parents.

After the carriage started, Feng Jinghua lifted the curtain and let Qiu Guhan see what the capital was like now.

The capital has not changed much, as if the vigorous and bloody "Three Emperors Rebellion" has been a long time ago.

Qiu Guhan leaned against the wall of the car, quietly looking at the weather of the imperial capital outside, and there was no trace of love and waves in his dark eyes.

Feng Jinghua couldn't tell what he was thinking at all.

It would have been a very risky thing to take him out, but he is still very thin now, far from regaining his original appearance, it is impossible for anyone to recognize him as the Seventh Prince, and if he wants to take him out, he can only take advantage of it now.

She hoped that he, who had been isolated from the world for too long, would be able to adapt to the world soon.

The carriage slowly passed through one street after another, and also passed by the Shenfu Avenue in front of the palace, and the magnificent palace was like a god falling from the sky to the ground, spreading out the solemnity and sacredness that could not be seen.

There are also court officials, princes and nobles coming and going on the road.

Feng Jinghua turned his head to look at Qiu Guhan, who still didn't have any affection, and didn't say a word.

In this way, the carriage drove all the way to the Nine Grace Temple.

The nine graces include the grace of parents for the nurturing of their children, the grace of teachers for the cultivation of students, the grace of others to help themselves, the grace of the high-ranking people to the low-ranking people, the companionship of husband and wife, the grace of mutual understanding between friends, the grace of mutual love between brothers and sisters, and the grace of heaven and earth for the nourishment of all things and the grace of survival given by God to everyone.

Because everyone is enjoying these "kindnesses" to a greater or lesser extent, there are many people who come to this temple to offer incense, restoration, and prayer, and the incense of the temple is very prosperous.

Feng Jinghua, who had already done a disguise, got out of the car and followed the crowd into the temple, burning incense and praying.

Qiu Guhan's expression when he knelt down and worshipped was pious, but his eyes were still so deep that he couldn't see to the end, and he didn't show the slightest wave.

After offering incense to all the Bodhisattvas, Qiu Guhan was a little tired, so Feng Jinghua helped him rest in the herb garden in the backyard of the temple.

Dozens of herbs are planted in the herb garden, paths and open spaces are opened between the herbs, and pavilions and tables and chairs are set up, which can not only provide pilgrims with rest, but also harvest herbs to help the poor people, which is a quiet place that is very popular among pilgrims.

The air was filled with a faint, fresh scent of herbs, which lifted the spirits of the two of them who had enough of smelling the incense.

The two sat side by side under a ginkgo tree, closed their eyes, and were reluctant to leave for a while.

Suddenly, there was a commotion all around, with many people complaining and screaming, and others cursing.

"Listen, everyone, this place is covered by my master, no outsiders are allowed to enter, you leave quickly-"

Feng Jinghua opened his eyes and saw a group of brightly dressed but uniformly dressed men rushing in, shouting at the pilgrims in the garden, with an extremely arrogant and rude attitude.

At a glance, you can see that they are the members of a large family, and they are doing things to oppress the people.

Some pilgrims didn't want to cause trouble and left angrily, while some pilgrims quarreled with them, and they didn't say much, but just drove people out.

They were outnumbered and skilled in kung fu, and it didn't take long for the pilgrims to be almost overwhelmed.

Feng Jinghua didn't want to cause trouble, and was ready to ask Qiu Guhan to leave.

But when he turned his head, Qiu Guhan actually fell asleep leaning on her, looking quiet.

Feng Jinghua couldn't bear to wake him up, hesitated for a moment, but didn't expect that in just a moment, several family members rushed over and dragged her and Qiu Guhan respectively.

"You two are deaf? Didn't hear what we said? Get out of here, if you don't get out, you'll just throw it out-"

"Ahh

Qiu Guhan was napping, and was suddenly pulled by someone, and he was caught off guard and planted on the ground, and after screaming, he opened his eyes and couldn't react.

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't leave, my master will be angry, and you won't be able to leave if you want to!" One of the housekeepers rudely grabbed Akira's arm and dragged him towards the exit.

Feng Jinghua was angry, Qiu Guhan was sick when he saw it, they treated sick children so fiercely, are they still human?