Put your hands together and chant the Buddha's name.
The little monk walked out of the house as fast as the wind.
Yang Zhao's beautiful eyes flickered slightly.
Dong Shuang is wearing a green dress today.
But I have to say that with these two big stoves, the house quickly warmed up.
Those quilts and blankets are also softer and warmer than ordinary ones.
It’s not that the temple treats people differently, but the bedding and blankets sent here appear to be the same as those in the temple on the surface, but the inside is actually very different, and they are obviously not from the temple.
At least, not available to ordinary pilgrims.
Who is it?
Yang Zhao frowned and thought deeply.
However, this problem obviously has no solution for the time being.
In the end, Yang Zhao didn't speculate any further, but just became more vigilant and cautious.
Fortunately, the night passed peacefully.
The next day.
Packed up.
As soon as Dong Shuang opened the door, she saw the plain white fox fur coat neatly placed at the door.
It belongs to Yang Zhao.
When Dong Shuang saw it, he immediately picked it up, looked around, and after making sure that there was no one else around, he quickly closed the door again.
"Madam, the cloak you put on that old lady that day was placed at the door. I looked around and saw no one around. It must have been quietly sent back."
Dong Shuang brought the cloak back to Yang Zhao.
She couldn't help but feel a little more favorable towards the Wen family mother and son. At least they didn't covet her lady's cloak, and when they returned it, they didn't make a big fuss or damage her lady's reputation.
It’s not that she’s stingy.
In fact, this cloak is her wife's favorite one.
Besides, it's not good to let your wife's clothes fall into the hands of outsiders! !
It would be best to send it back quietly now.
Yang Zhao saw the cloak and raised the corner of his lips slightly: "Put it on me. After we go to the main hall of the temple to add incense oil, we should go back..."
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