Chapter 173: The Malady of Insomnia and Dream-Stealing
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“How did I figure it out? I won’t trouble Steward Luan with an explanation, but I can list every one of your symptoms, Steward Luan, and you can compare them yourself to see whether I’m right.”
Ye Cheng spoke with an air of deliberate mystery.
“Good, good, good! Go on, tell me!”
Luan Taiping urged him on impatiently.
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These wet nurses were under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Household Department. Jia Zhu was the minister in charge of that department, and given his usual way of handling affairs, along with his previous experience investigating and rectifying the Jia household, he would surely carry out the assignment well.
Having lost at the culinary skill she prided herself on most, Qinghuan was in a terrible mood. Even the silverfish she had cooked herself tasted bland and insipid.
As she typed her reply, she found herself secretly hoping Yu Xi would bully her one more time, so that she could settle both this grudge and the one from before in a single stroke.
She lay on her side on the damp ground, her face deathly pale. Her devilishly alluring curves were fully exposed, and even that ample, voluptuous backside was enough to make one sigh.
Two minutes later, Jun Yan was still waiting outside the school gate without receiving a reply. Unable to hold back, he called Xu Yuan.
Diane recalled the time she had accidentally witnessed the Third Prince suffering a relapse of the poison. The weakness he had shown while expelling it left her with a trace of unease.
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Beings of this realm used their divine kingdom and their dharma form as mediums to comprehend the true Great Dao, evolving heaven, earth, and all things within their divine kingdoms. The more complete the divine kingdom, the more terrifying their strength.
Living in this world, one was bound to encounter all kinds of misfortune. Those without power could only choose to endure in silence.
“Teacher Su, how did the earphones suddenly break?”
Liu Mengzhi’s question was wickedly suggestive.
Besides, hardly anyone knew that Tang Zheng had come to Zhenping County this time. Naturally, no one in the capital had thought to warn him to be careful.
If the company obtained these materials, it would have countless ways to deal with Ye Fan. The wrath of Huaxia’s largest entertainment company was more than Ye Fan could withstand—and even Qi Shaoming, who stood behind him, would be unable to bear it.
Strictly speaking, notices could not simply be posted wherever one pleased in the capital. Who knew whether you were spreading rumors?
At the same time, no one knew that the Hua family was also the only family in the world with the authority to have an emperor beaten with a cane.
Unable to resist, she turned her head. Mu Qian was sprawled on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he weakly reached one hand toward her.
But just as he took flight, he heard a commotion below. Looking down, he saw the wedding procession from earlier. The people were now screaming and running back toward the town, and he could vaguely hear shouts of “Murder!” and cries about someone abducting the bride.
Mu Qian freed several more demons. Some immediately opened the doors and fled, while others came to help fight the two disciples of Cloudpeace Sect.
His path differed somewhat from Yang Mei’s. It seemed that, in proving the Dao through divine abilities, he was destined to go farther and farther.
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Although Su Hanqian had drunk too much, Xia Rumu’s gesture still pierced his heart deeply.
With a thunderous boom, the shock wave rolled outward. Cheng Gui’s body swayed violently, and his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly clenched both fists and let out an angry roar as a fierce tiger opened its enormous jaws and lunged at the man.
The matter of his hair could be explained, but the yellow earth revealed on the hemp garment covering his body was rather harder to account for.
“It seems your prime minister is quite decent. We’re all a little hungry now. I wonder whether you have anything good to eat or drink here?”
Zhang Ling asked.
As soon as Zhao Ya returned to her quarters in the Southern Courtyard, before she had even entered, the door to Luo Shanshan’s room next door creaked open.
The second step was the solidification treatment. At this stage, the temperature of the flame had to be controlled with extreme precision. If it deviated even slightly, all the effort that had gone before would vanish in an instant. The heat therefore had to be managed with the utmost delicacy.
That was why she did not open the door this time. Yet the knocking never ceased; instead, it grew increasingly forceful, until it culminated in a deafening series of kicks.
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