Chapter 31: Yinyin Is Very Clever

Lou Yizhou gently stroked her hair, which felt soft and smooth beneath his touch.

He feigned a helpless tone and said, "Just bear with it. We’ll change to a different spot; I can’t exactly ignore your comfort, can I?"

He may have said it offhandedly, but his voice was filled with deep indulgence.

They moved to the front row, and as Lou Yizhou drove, he noticed that Song Yin was still holding two paintings in her arms.

"What are these..."

On the way to Zhongli Villa, Gu Huaiyan was also reflecting on that incident. If Xie Xi'er hadn't suddenly burst in holding a pigeon, he could have fully savored the sweetness from his dear Yan'er.

Old Man He was also very excited. He felt that after presiding over tonight’s auction, he could effectively retire early.

Su Xia felt a sudden, unexpected tightness in her chest. For a long moment, she couldn't utter a word, feeling a pang of sympathy as she recalled the man who looked at others with such tenderness and affection.

As it happened, one of Cheng Yin'nie's father's favorite foods during his lifetime was peanuts. To please her husband, Cheng Mianmian’s mother would always pretend to love them dearly, even though she would gladly endure the agonizing process of induced vomiting afterward just to keep up the charade.

I had ridden in Lu Manxi’s car a few times, and her driving was actually quite decent. However, she must have been truly distracted that night; she hadn't driven far before she nearly swerved into the roadside greenery.

But to Bu Zhanhu’s disappointment, Lin Yu had no desire to have any dealings with him, so he had no choice but to leave with his men.

If word of this were to get out, it would surely send shockwaves through the Chinese medical community. Every hospital in China would be extending an olive branch to Tang Luo, and he might even be specially recruited as an "Imperial Physician."

Xu Mo now understood why his superiors had insisted on hiring a teacher from the Department of Feng Shui and Metaphysics; it was all to prevent exactly what had happened today.

On the way back, Liu Xing remained silent, sitting in the back seat with an expressionless face. This left Gan Qiang, who was sitting in the front and hoping to offer some comfort, too intimidated to speak.

"Hey, wait, wait, wait. This is my bed. If you sleep on it, where am I supposed to go?" Xia Xue asked, walking over to the bedside to look at Liu Xing.

"Let’s head back to the village first!" Once he made the decision, his younger brother, the Seventeenth Son, led three subordinates to drive the Koreans back to the village. The twenty-some Koreans were tied together like a string of shrimp balls. Li Chun was tied at the very end, and Sato Hideyoshi didn't forget to gag him to keep him from spouting nonsense.

"Everyone, settle down, settle down. Today, our Five Poisons Village welcomes Senior Dapeng, which is a joyous occasion. How about this: let's handle our business first, and there will be plenty of time for everyone to get close to Senior Dapeng later." Elder Qinglong had, after all, served as a village official for many years and still possessed a bit of leadership capability.

Xia Xue pored over the stack of materials spread across the table repeatedly; it was hard to tell exactly what she was looking for.

At the First Gate Stronghold of Mount Xianglu, a large quantity of firewood, pine resin, saltpeter, sulfur, and other incendiaries had been piled against the fortress walls. The guards had already received orders to abandon the stronghold. Since they were going to retreat anyway, if they didn't burn it, the Jianzhou troops would likely torch it once they breached the mountain, so they might as well set it ablaze themselves to block the enemy.

He couldn't help but freeze. Before he could speak, he saw the lips of the man opposite him move, and a voice echoed in his ear like a phantom.

It seemed as though Fujianese people were destined to travel by boat from birth. Although this was his first time on the deep sea, Dongmen Qing felt no discomfort at all; the rolling and pitching of the vessel didn't bother him in the least.

Zhu Linzong, his chest burning with rage, didn't bother to reply. He raised his hammer with his left hand, and Shao Wanqiang instinctively parried, sending his mountain-cleaving halberd flying eight yards away. The hammer in his right hand followed instantly, smashing down upon both man and horse. The horse gave a final kick, but the man didn't even have time to roll his eyes before he was gone.

"I'm sorry, you know that's not what I meant!" After a long silence, Xia Xue broke the tension, looking at Liu Xing with an apologetic expression.

"It's just the two of us today. We've known each other for so long, yet we've never sat down to have a proper meal together." As I spoke, I stood up to fill Director Yang’s glass and replied.