37 Summer Orange Juice

Ye Jinglan pursed his lips, turned her halfway, swept her up into his arms, and stepped steadily out of the car.

You Ziguang felt the pressure mounting. He took a deep breath, composed himself, and threw his second dart.

He suspected that if he did not leave soon, he might truly lash out and harm someone, which would surely lead to punishment.

Li Jin was far more composed than the others; he remained indifferent and continued to eat with gusto.

Beitang Yexuan was deeply astonished. The poison used by the Demon Emperor to deal with him was of the highest grade; logically, it should have been impossible to neutralize so easily. After much thought, Beitang Yexuan could only attribute the miracle to his two newborn children.

As long as matters concerned the preservation of youth, the First Madam was always attentive, so she certainly would not blame them for being late.

I asked again, but there was still no reply. It felt different—what was wrong? Had they fallen ill?

Cen Qingquan’s sudden return meant he must have set aside his own affairs specifically to help Qin Yue.

"You are the most cavalier man in the world, Hawkins!" Truth be told, she held his private life in utter contempt.

Judging by her demeanor earlier, it seemed she intended to seek out Han Yueqiao. It was hard to say what might happen, but that was no longer any of his concern.

A young man in a grey-black padded coat crouched before the heated brick bed, explaining his actions with a peaceful expression.

Qing Rang struggled to break free, but his grip was too tight. Only then did Yun Ze sense something was wrong. He understood his father’s mind; his father did not wish to support either the Crown Prince or the First Prince, and would certainly not take up residence in the Eastern Palace at such a time.

"Isn't that because you never touch the papaya? Or are you waiting for it to rot?" Yan Xiaoxiao shouted with dissatisfaction.

Although the Prince Consort had repeatedly promised that his men would keep their lips sealed and never reveal the matter, this was undoubtedly handing a naked piece of leverage to him. In the future, should the Prince Consort wish to achieve some end, the Song family would inevitably have to lend a hand—save for treason.

"I suppose he will give it to you at that time," Sadu said, his expression tightening briefly before softening into a smile.

Z and Chu Aotian stayed the night. The villa did not have enough rooms—only four bedrooms—so Xi Xichen had to sleep with the two children to vacate King’s room for Z.

Lin Tianyao was very puzzled. He thought to himself that he had seen many bees in his life, but he had truly never heard of bees with patterns on them.

In the empty bridal chamber, red candles wept wax. The two faced each other, one standing by the table, the other sitting on the edge of the bed.

At the sound of Du Ke’s voice, the entire sacrificial hall suddenly shook. Countless ancient, dense, and desolate auras surged up rapidly from beneath their feet, intertwining into a pale, ghostly grey circle in the air.

"Then you go ahead and get busy; I won't disturb you." Yan Xiaoxiao was truly in no mood to chat with Jiang Yue at that moment.

But for people of their kind, wherever there are people, there is a world of strife, and where there is strife, there must be conflict.

Ryan cleared his throat and, ignoring the surprised gaze of the scientist beside him, shouted loudly.

Although the others were somewhat dissatisfied with Yisuan’s allocation, they dared not speak out. After all, they had witnessed Yisuan’s suppression of the others, and their parents had instructed them that since Ning Xi was the disciple of an immortal, they could only befriend her, not offend her.

Pei Nian was a kind-hearted child; he thought Yuan Heng wanted to snatch his sister away, which was why he treated him with such coldness.

The battle began immediately. Facing the mob, Han Zijian was seen smiling, holding a slender object wrapped in cloth. With a flurry of punches and kicks, the battlefield was soon filled with flying weapons and men.

"Maybe he was just helping to wipe our hair; Brother Mo helped us just now, too," Yimei said, thinking nothing of it.

The doctor assured us that even if it couldn't be cured, it would certainly not worsen, and Wang Yang was fully aware of all this.

"Alright, everything will be as Father says. We shall invite all of Yun’er's grandparents, aunts, uncles, classmates, and colleagues," Han Zijian laughed.

In truth, Old Man Ning had come in the end, but he had not shown himself. That was why Ning Xi was unaware, though Yisuan knew clearly. He had not mentioned it to Ning Xi, mainly to avoid influencing her.

The two reached the summit amidst the sound of the zither, which grew ever closer. Before them lay a scene of tranquil purity; there was no one in sight, only the sound of the zither wafting from the purple bamboo forest.

S City was a place that remained bustling even in the dead of night, and this underground night market was even more crowded than it was during the day.

On this clear and sunny day, horns blared in the open space west of Dongping Prefecture. A propitious day had been chosen for the expedition, and the flags on the high platform blotted out the sky. Daoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain offered prayers, and eminent monks from Mount Wutai chanted scriptures. Whether monk or priest, their conclusion was the same: this campaign would surely end in a triumphant return.

After consulting with Zou Jing, the three of them left the Commandant’s office and rode home to prepare provisions and exchange for weapons.

The figure, cold as glacial ice, drew closer and closer, as if the entire passage had fallen into a deathly, isolated chill.

It was too late. As the second wave of artillery arrived, the accuracy had greatly improved, and the garrison on the city walls was shattered. The guards at the city gate fared even worse, with few left breathing after the bombardment.

He spoke in a great hurry, and before he could finish, he was shoved into a police car by the officers. As for that man Qiongji, his physique made squeezing into a sedan extremely difficult; after much effort, he managed to cram himself in, filling the entire back seat. It looked as though he was in for a miserable journey.

By this time, the sentries at Dong Zhuo’s camp finally reacted. The Xiliang soldiers guarding the gate had barely managed a shout before being shot down by the Yellow Turban rebels. Seeing this, the Yellow Turban soldiers surged forward, threw open the gates, and flooded into Dong Zhuo's camp.

The men inwardly grumbled, while Wu Nan was also stunned, his very struggle momentarily frozen. He looked on in confusion, seemingly trying to recall if he had any connection to this cold-blooded killer before him. But how could he have no memory of it at all?