110: I want to eat, too.

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Qu Wan woke up in the morning to find the bed beside her already empty. She recalled what Jiang Zeyu had said the previous night: this morning they were to paste up the New Year couplets. After washing and dressing, she went downstairs and saw that Jiang Zeyu was already busy. She hurried over, looked up, and watched the person on a chair, pasting the couplets. “Hold it for me, or it will end up crooked.” “Okay.” Qu Wan immediately stretched out her arm to help hold it.

Shang Mei saw the scene and quickly said, “You’re making Wanwan help with the couplets, and she hasn’t even eaten breakfast yet. Eat something first; don’t worry about him.” Qu Wan smiled faintly. “I’ll go eat right away, then wait until he finishes.” “Fine.”

Jiang Zeyu lowered his head and looked down. A vast stream of intention surged from Mao Jiamin’s heart-sea, her mind guiding it to fill her body, and then it suddenly flared out; the air around her was instantly sealed.

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“The detachment you sent into the palace as your advance force—is it from the Han Eight Banners?” Emperor Kangxi narrowed his eyes and stared closely at Fei Yanggu as he asked.

As the Americanized military reserve command center, Zone Eight is considered a mysterious territory across the world.

“Enough. Let’s not waste time here; let’s go inside!” Lei Xiuzhu said, mortified, unwilling to stay any longer.

What Miao Xiao said made perfect sense. Feng Qingyun had dispersed to the east and west, Lao Xuan Gui moved to the north, and Miao Xiao himself held the south, facing the direction of Nanzhao Kingdom.

“Sanden, go wake the young master. He promised yesterday that he would take me to Quanjude for roasted duck. Something came up yesterday and it was delayed. Can we leave early today?” Zhang Wuge said, his voice carrying a trace of plea.

As some part of Zhang Minrou kept rubbing against Qi Ling’s arm, everyone suddenly seemed to understand, and mischievous smiles appeared on every face.

The Jiang family was already a dominant power ruling over South City, and besides that, the Jiang family had an entire assassin sect standing behind them.

She had only been midway through her words when countless eyes swung her way; the guard was startled into a shiver and felt he had no strength left in his chest to speak.

On the way home, Jinjü let out a cry. Mu Xiang had already prepared a whole set of explanations to justify her generosity that day. Looking back, those words would be useless now; Jinjü’s thoughts were not on her at all.

When a company of tough generals marched in odd, clumsy steps to the gate of the Beihai Prince’s residence, the whole Eastern Capital erupted in excitement.

Xiachan watched him take hold of the task and then stopped fussing, turning away to focus on kneading dough. Meiya entered the kitchen and was startled to see Yu Ziheng at the stove. Xiachan said, “Don’t pay attention to him, Meiya. Bring out the remaining piece of braised pork offal.” Meiya nodded and turned to carry it out.

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When she heard that, Ruirui finally relaxed. Lan Ruoxi had soothed him to sleep, and only then returned to her room. She was sore through waist and back from yesterday’s exhaustion, and after a day without rest today her eyes could hardly open; yet when she returned, she found Fan Sishen not in his own room but lying on her bed.

Ping’an was very obedient and followed the two elder brothers to the rest room. Yet among the three people who barely knew each other, there was no real conversation; only Xia Ping’an kept turning his head and looking around.

But now, when she saw Nangong Beihan standing downstairs, looking up at the apartment windows, her heart suddenly tightened.

Watching Xue Cai turn and walk away, Xiachan could not settle her mind for long. That stubborn-faced youth must have carried a special kind of pain inside.

“Just wait a moment,” Song Mujin said without much concern. The arrival of Xia Shu would not harm her. After a while, with the aid of several nuns around him, Xia Shu came in calmly with Xu Yang at his side.

Along the way, she had been guessing who exactly wanted to move against her, whether these pontifical sovereigns had already taken it into account.

Once he had dispersed the five currents inside Tang Yan, Futu lifted his mouth in contempt; in a single thought, his long sword was cut toward Tang Yan’s Niwan divine chamber.

Around the Magic Academy stood all kinds of shops—cake shops, jewelry stores, clothing stores, and many more. Their variety was vast; it was a place many people liked to visit.

“They are oddly gigantic in size. An ordinary bug among them, just one of them, would be taller than you.”