Volume 1, Chapter 54: Unable to Get Out of Bed
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From now on, whenever anyone hears this sentence, they will subconsciously think of Lady Ningxuang. What an supreme honor this is!
Whenever Ningxuang is mentioned, this timeless masterpiece of a verse will immediately come to mind.
I am afraid even a thousand taels of silver, or even ten thousand taels of silver, could hardly compare to this!
The people present were still recalling Lady Ningxuang's words just now with looks of utter astonishment. Since she referred to herself as Shuang'er, did that not mean she had already accepted Chu Yun in her heart?
And what of Shen Hao, who had generously gifted a hundred taels of silver?
With an unsightly expression on his face, Shen Hao could only force an awkward cupped-fist salute, grit his teeth, and say, "His Highness's poem is indeed well-deserved. Shen concedes, thoroughly defeated."
By this moment, he also knew whom Ningxuang had chosen.
When Ningxuang referred to herself as Shuang'er,......
Six celebrity guests teamed up in duo mode to face off against six genuine special forces soldiers, among whom was a veteran king of the special forces holding the rank of major and decorated with several second-class awards.
Loud and clear cries of eagles echoed through the air as massive golden eagles soared across the sky. Their enormous wings blotted out the sun, making even Meng Batian's Fierce Storm Eagle look smaller than any of them.
"Just for a Hanyou, you are willing to do anything?" Zhan Ci's voice carried immense weight, resolute and resonant.
She didn't want to get involved in the Mo family's messy affairs at all, but she couldn't ignore the bit of Mo family blood flowing in her veins, nor could she turn her back on those Mo family members who genuinely treated her as kin. These entanglements were impossible to avoid no matter how hard she tried.
The carriages of the gentleman, numerous and well-appointed. The horses of the gentleman, well-trained and swift to gallop. The verses of our poetry are few, simply to fulfill our song.
As night fell, the production team began to set up a lavish dinner in the courtyard. The guests, fully revived after resting, gathered around a massive table laden with food, continuously expressing their amazement and exclaiming that the program crew had finally found their conscience.
Unlocking the door, she crept into the apartment on tiptoe, leaving only a single hallway light on. Her woolen cardigan was tossed aside in the foyer, and the lingering scent of alcohol permeated the air. Sure enough, he had gone out drinking with those American colleagues again. Slipping off her shoes and frowning slightly, she picked up the jacket, straightened it, and hung it neatly on the coat hook.
The man beside her remained indifferent, lost in deep thought—and seemingly contemplating something profound, his gaze drifting over her face from time to time.
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Wei Xiao tapped on the voice message and listened to that soft, sweet, and spoiled tone. He thought to himself that no matter how cold and stern he tried to be, as long as she called him "Brother" like that and made such a gentle request, he would immediately lay down his armor and surrender.
The old grandmother was startled. Interrupted thus, her storytelling came to an abrupt halt. Sweat instantly broke out across her forehead, and her consciousness regained a trace of clarity.
"This... the supreme grade of calligraphy, naturally, is the 'Flying' character written by Elder Zhi!" Radu declared decisively.
He vaguely fell into a hallucination, feeling as though he had stepped one foot into an abyss of surging, dense fog. The abyss was unfathomable, and countless torrents of mist surged upward from below, transforming into countless dragons, tigers, and leopards that frantically dragged him toward the bottom of the abyss.
"The only possibility... is that there is some scarce resource nearby, and a resource of immense value at that, worth a large settlement risking total destruction to acquire! And building those city walls... was precisely to guard these resources!" As his analysis deepened, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in Han Dao's eyes.
"Fine! Let us compete on this! When it comes to absolute devotion to the Dao of alchemy, how could I possibly fall behind you?" Rong Tingxuan was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Yue Chengfeng to be able to produce pills he had refined himself—meaning he had no idea beforehand that Yue Chengfeng was already capable of alchemy.
As for the other three goblins, they had no such issues. Goblins seemed to eat whenever food was available and starve whenever there was none, completely unaffected by any biological clock.
After all, this fellow was the son of Qin Xian, that legendary figure who, back in the day, had been slightly superior even to her own father.
The casualties among the Qingzhou troops were just that—casualties. The imperial court hadn't provided a single reinforcement soldier, nor had they added any weapons or equipment. Tian Shizhong's most desired warhorses, cavalry, and gunpowder were nowhere to be found. Upon calculation, the court had actually reinforced the armies of the other three provinces instead. This infuriated Tian Shizhong to no end.
"As long as you don't drag me down!" Huo Lei shouted back in response. To a certain extent, Huo Lei was not boasting. Although he had never sailed this type of triangular-rigged boat in Helantis, in his past life, Huo Lei not only owned more than thirty top-tier yachts but was also a quite skilled surfing enthusiast.
"However, this likely poses no threat as great as you imagine to my person." Huochen pressed two fingers together, and a malevolent surge of black Qi erupted, transforming into a chilling black sword. Sword light surged, and countless fierce sword images, like a torrential rainstorm, enveloped the rushing cyan-robed figure.
In a state of berserk rage, what reason did Qin宇 (Qin Yu) have left? Qin Yu had already lost his head! To hell with tactics! To hell with whether S.H.I.E.L.D. would take advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack!
Seeing that Shen Ling'er was on the verge of tears, Meng Batian hurriedly pulled her into an embrace, comforting her in a low voice until he hammered his own chest twice, which finally brought a smile back to her face.
Yao Chong now realized something was amiss. Of course the Emperor was doing this on purpose, but it wasn't to slight him; the Emperor genuinely wished to show respect to talented men. Upon hearing that Yao Chong had come to report the list of Lang officials, the Emperor's attitude had changed, so the problem still lay within this list. Yet what kind of problem could it be that prevented the Emperor from speaking of it directly?
There was also another matter, told from the perspective of the Father of the Empire. At present, it was only a little over six million words, and the Empire had just barely flown beyond its mother planet.
The imperial court was like a battlefield. If Zhang Jiuling truly held a desire to win or lose, he would use his administrative achievements to defeat you fair and square, especially since he was fundamentally devoted entirely to the public good.
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They say wild punches can beat a master, but this saying appeared pale and feeble when applied to Zhang Hao. Wang Song's frenzy failed to throw Zhang Hao off balance. Zhang Hao calmly executed every single sword strike, running through the Seven-Star Sword Technique from start to finish, and then starting all over again.
"Friend! A misunderstanding, all of this is a misunderstanding! I will take you to see the Illusion Lord right away!" Realizing he could not win, the third brother quickly softened his stance.
Silence—absolute silence. Even the Blood-Bath Demonic Dragon felt unaccustomed to it. A sorrowful yet bloodthirsty aura emanated from Kuang Jie's body from the inside out. For a very, very long time, Kuang Jie said nothing at all, but his tightly clenched fists revealed just how furious he was at that moment.
Cheng Jinsong sighed inwardly—forget it. Since he didn't want to speak of it, it was better not to ask. The most pressing task was to resolve the problem at hand.
GE Fushun stood up in shock and blurted out, "What does Your Highness mean by this? He... he and Zong Chuke are in cahoots..." Before he could finish, Chen Xuanli covered his mouth and forcefully dragged him back down to his mat.
Nan Li covered her forehead with her hand, her icy demeanor vanishing entirely. It seemed she was struggling to maintain her composure, yet she still accepted it.
However, the students and teachers of the East Island region remained in a very vague and uncertain state regarding Li He's true strength.
"Let's get out of here first!" Liu Zheng grabbed Ouyang Feng, retreated from the imperial palace, and returned to the street.
The surrounding illusion began to shift, and Fang Mu realized he had once again arrived at Room 113.
Because the fragrance of rouge and powder lingering in the surroundings was far too dense, the Golden-Haired Mouse, tracking the scent, was temporarily unable to discern which direction Gu Piaopiao had gone in.
The flower petals flickered forth by Xia Yu moved like cruise missiles; even from a distance of over a thousand meters, they could accurately hit their targets.
Yan Chengzhi agreed with Li Dongyang's view: having passed the metropolitan examination, one already possessed the qualification of a Jinshi background.
"How about this? I'll leave my treasured sword with you as collateral, and I'll go fetch the money to redeem it right now. What do you think?" Liu Zheng unstrapped the Sword of the Wine Immortal from his back.
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