Chapter 55 The Language of Roses

Fu Shuhua reached out, his slender fingers lifting my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were like a burning fire, as if they wanted to swallow me whole.

"Tiantian," he said in a tone that was little more than a murmur, "do you know the language of roses?"

I was stunned, not understanding why he suddenly brought this up.

He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes...

The Sword of Verdict won this match, and they celebrated a little both inside and outside the game. After all, this was the result of everyone's joint efforts.

Mu Haoxuan raised his eyebrows involuntarily. Although what Li Haoyang said carried a flattering undertone, he was still very confident in his own music production studio. Weren't JYP's President Park Jin-young and YG's President Yang Hyun-suk both green with envy?

"How can it not be so? The Yuan clan is stationing troops in Xincai and Baoxin; Sima Zhao's intentions are known to everyone on the street. Our military strength is insufficient, yet reinforcements from Xuzhou have been delayed time and again. How are we to respond?" Liang Zan exhaled a turbid breath, leaned his body against the rattan chair, and said gloomily.

Every bit of edible fish meat was carved off without a single scrap being wasted, piling up several large round basins with a diameter of one meter. Having processed the large giant fish, everyone gathered in small groups and started fires to grill the fish.

Mo Wangfeng was one of the best-liked people in the circle, though that did not mean he was a pushover. In fact, he frequently played tricks on people, but he did it so openly and cleanly that he left no handle for others to gossip about, which was why almost most of the racers had some kind of friendship with him.

From midfield to the backcourt, in just a dozen seconds or so, Liu Ming successfully attracted the defense of more than three players on the left wing of the opponent's goal, while keeping the ball protected impeccably.

However, the inner court remained sealed, and no news came out of the palace. The imperial physicians were all detained within the palace gates, with not a single one released. The officials, facing yet another upcoming morning court session, were in agony.

As soon as she heard what Su Rui had just said, Wen Luoming realized that this girl, who only cared about romance all day long, had only half-heard Bai Xue's joking remarks and completely misunderstood them. She actually thought that Wen Luoming had given half of Wang Wenyu away to Bai Xue. What an utterly bizarre girl with an extraordinarily wild imagination.

"He's in the military alright, though I don't really understand their affairs. As long as he's a good doctor, I think that's quite enough. Country folk like us don't dare harbor such high expectations," Tiedan's mother smiled faintly.

The soldier-turned-farmers, upon receiving the task of spring plowing, did not complain at all. They diligently and deftly plowed all of the Hua family's land, doing an exceptionally fine job that left the rest of the village's fields far behind.

Gu Qingkuang's eyes burned like fire. "What if I insist on seeing him? Jiang Chen! Jiang Chen! Where are you? Get out here!" The posture with which Gu Qingkuang shouted was as if he were there to collect a debt.

The man turned his head indifferently, a line of soldiers at his side all lowering their heads, only following along after he broke into a stride.

Back then, he had simply thought of it as a youthful experiment. After tasting what it was like to be with a man, perhaps he would return to normal. He never expected that indulging his lack of control from the very beginning would, with the passage of time, turn into a form of torture.

Cheng Yang turned around and reached out to untie the man's clothes, gazing into the man's eyes all the while.

Meanwhile, Helli cast a provocative glance at Fan Chen. At this moment, she actually hoped that Fan Chen could defeat Eva, as that would give her a chance to exact her revenge.

Gu Zhiyao remained unmoved, even wanting to offer a cold, sneering smile. If there were truly any affection, how could he fail to understand that someone like the original host could never have deliberately provoked his sister into jumping to her death? It was nothing more than venting misplaced anger—knowing his sister was senseless, yet insisting that even if she sought her own death, it was someone else's fault.

Had the Divine Emperor insisted on continuing the war back then, not only could they have won, but they also could have successfully killed the heavily wounded Bai Ye, ensuring the Long family would pose no further threat from then on.