The streets were a blend of cow, sheep, and horse manure, half yellow and half green, reeking to high heaven.
Long Eying avoided the dung, her face wrapped in a wind-blocking scarf, half-hidden behind Liang Qu with a slight wrinkle in her nose: "Last few days at General Temple it was the same, you clearly could go alone, yet you call me to accompany you every day, why not let Bing Lin come out with you?"
"Bing Lin is not that useful."
"Useful for what?"
Taking in the sights left and right on the broad road, Liang Qu attracted the attention of passersby: "Strange, why isn't there..."
"What should there be?"
"The blind-reason second generations." Liang Qu stretched in a lazy yawn, "That's what the books always say."
Confused and unanswered, Long Eying couldn't make sense of the logic: "Which book? What does it say?"
Liang Qu pulled out a book from his sleeve.
