The wind was blowing, and clouds were gathering. Occasionally, there was muffled thunder in the sky. The streets and alleys were gray, and the sidewalks were full of pedestrians returning home quickly.
Ye Jingtang rode Third Lady's black horse and sped past West Center Street. On the side of the horse was hanging the Black Qilin Spear wrapped in black cloth.
The bird, who had just woken up, curled up at the base of Ye Jingtang's legs listlessly with its chin resting on his thigh. It was looking at the street and sounded like it was humming: It's going to rain. Tangtang is going to get married…
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Ye Jingtang felt that this was what the bird meant, so he covered the bird's eyes with his hand, causing it to shake its head.
