Volume 1, Chapter 42: Elope

Ning Yunshu had originally imagined that the residence of Zhang Zhixi, a powerful and influential official of the court, would be located in a bustling part of the capital. If not resplendent with gold and jade, it should at least feature intricately carved beams and painted pillars.

In fact, Shen Yuewei did not have to wait long. As soon as a piece of raw jade was put up for bidding, Chen Lin said, "Alright, it's time for the stone I'm bidding on!" He fixed his gaze intently on the screen.

After finally finishing the meal, Zhou Wutian wrapped up the remaining meat, taking care to minimize any odor. Given the conditions of the villages he had passed through, if the meat were exposed, it might very well trigger a mad scramble among the starving inhabitants.

"Just finish telling me what happened, and leave the rest to me," Zhou Wutian said, patting Su Yi's shoulder to comfort him.

Dong Tiankun was naturally somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that he had been slighted. However, he could not see through Qi Hao; what had just happened was truly bizarre. Those vines had already gained the upper hand, so why did they all retreat the moment Qi Hao arrived? It was very strange, and Dong Tiankun felt the need to observe further.

She knew that although her master had lost his physical body, it was not an insurmountable difficulty for him. After casually finding a new vessel, he would still be able to track her down—this was the spiritual bond between a slave bound to the art of refining and their master.

Hearing this, Yiyun suddenly burst out laughing, her laughter growing louder and increasingly uninhibited.

"Stop!" At Huzi's mental command, the gravity of all the battle banners increased a hundredfold. They plummeted heavily to the ground, standing completely unmoving despite the howling winds.

Upon seeing the plate, the entity was stunned for a moment, then its brow furrowed in annoyance. Without even a word of greeting, it vanished right where it stood.

Muyi no longer took a carriage, as there was no longer any need for it. After killing the members of the Bafang Hall, he had made up his mind: he would travel to Kaifeng openly and grandly, and the Bafang Hall would undoubtedly be the stepping stone he used to establish his might.

"I've sent the files to your WeChat. Take a look and you'll understand!" Fang Yi deftly transmitted the documents.

This meant that the residual poison in his body was getting closer to the surface. Once it was purged, he would not be far from waking up.

He Shushu had no intention of admitting that she had guessed the shift in the relationship between Jiang Chengyu and Li Sicheng, and simply wanted to create some private space for them.

Sometimes, Jiang Chengyu was a woman entirely devoid of principles. Although she disliked being in the spotlight, since He Shushu was so persistent, she decided to humor her.

Second Uncle Fang also nodded. "Trading grain is indeed a good idea. The polished white rice we have at home is of too high a quality; it would be a shame to send it for disaster relief."

Xiao Beitang's eyes lit up. She eagerly asked which direction it was and ran off in the direction pointed out by the maid. Yet, even after rushing all the way into the Elegant Courtyard, she saw no one.

If everything was just a misunderstanding and Nezha truly belonged to the demigod race, she wouldn't mind lending them a hand.

However, that Grade-A longbow and the Grade-B three-foot-seven blade had completely exhausted all her merit points, leaving her no way to acquire a short saber.

Putting aside the situation at Lihua Hollow for the moment, after passing the imperial examinations, Fang Yu went straight to the capital in the company of his tutor.

Not only had she suffered an unprovoked fright, but she had also offended Princess Qianshan in the process, nearly bringing a fatal disaster upon herself.

The weather was growing increasingly cold, and the first wave of the cold front was beginning to show its might. The feeling of autumn was fading fast, and winter had finally arrived.

Neither servile nor overbearing, his demeanor was the picture of grace. Although Li Qiang looked less than twenty years old, who among those present would dare to treat him as a mere child?

"Not bad." Qiu诗羽 handed the notebook in her hand to Xu Zheng. Xu Zheng curiously reached out and took it to take a look.

Yan Chong looked at Lu Xian warily, but when his gaze fell upon Liu Liuliu, it turned particularly lewd.