Volume 1, Chapter 51: Shen Nianchi, Do You Like Me?

Shen Nianchi raised his hand, his fingers gently stroking her burning cheek...

Emperor Zongde took the lead in raising his cup to congratulate the Empress Dowager on her longevity, after which the banquet officially commenced. Inside the Jade Emerald Palace, the delicate sounds of strings and woodwinds intertwined with ethereal music, presenting a lively scene of peace and prosperity.

"Jintang, please search online for a hairstyle picture similar to this and send it to me. I'll go to the hair salon later and cut my hair." Xinyue pressed her lips tightly together, touching the long hair she had kept for a long time without a single trace of regret.

Qianyue fluttered in crimson garments, soaring through the air like a swallow. With a rapid, swirling motion and a turning body, she was as graceful as a soaring dragon. Feng Jue reached out, pulling her into his embrace. Their eyes locked as they danced gracefully together.

"This truly was my fault. No matter what she said at the time, I should not have let her take it. I will go find her right now and get the notebook back, alright?" He had always been completely submissive to her, let alone during such special circumstances.

Although Nangong Xiaotian said this, he still sat down by the stone table, picked up a spoon, scooped some porridge, and brought it to his mouth.

People in modern times truly possessed such open minds. As a person from ancient times, she found it both astounding and best kept at a distance.

During this process, the company would take certain expenses that should have been recorded in the current period and, under the guise of admitting and correcting mistakes, adjust them into previous accounting years or defer them to future accounting years.

"I was just guessing. Seeing how cute you look, you must be a panda, because pandas are the cutest and most adorable." Feng Qingqing really wanted Xingxuan to reveal his panda beast form, so she could touch his fur and see how soft it was. The pandas she saw on television were so adorable; she truly longed to touch one.

The pouch felt heavy in her hand. Unable to contain her eagerness, she opened it, and—good heavens! Inside was actually a stack of gold leaves. Weighing them in her hand, they amounted to a full tenliang. If converted into silver, that would be a hundred liang. According to the monthly stipend of the Prince of Yan's Manor, she would have to save for quite a few years without eating or drinking to accumulate that much.

Her son's progress was evident to all. Therefore, if she were to immerse herself in this pond, perhaps her own progress would be even more astonishingly rapid.

However, once one enters the martial world, one is no longer master of one's own destiny. The rule of the pugilistic world is an eye for an eye, blood for blood.

He was no smiling tiger; for him, a smile was not a strategic weapon, but rather an instinct that had been honed over a long passage of time and integrated into his very life.

The bursts of light machine gun fire rang out wave after wave. Yan Poyue simply spread his arms wide, allowing the enemy to shoot at him. When the seventh round of gunfire sounded, a puff of red smoke rose from Yan Poyue's waist.

The elevator stopped on the third floor, and Chu Tingyu linked her arm through Wen Xu's as they walked toward the room at the end of the corridor.

The most awkward person present right now was undoubtedly Gu Anyue. She offered Wen Xu an apologetic smile, but out of consideration for her boyfriend's face, she found it difficult to say anything more.

Naturally, Liu Shihan still wished to gain a deeper understanding of 叶风 through Xia Yu. Her curiosity toward both Ye Feng and Xia Yu was now equal. Even if curiosity killed the cat, and even if she were to fall completely, she had resolved to understand them thoroughly.

Wang Tian had no alternative at this moment and could only wait. If Zhao Liuru did not come tonight, he would simply have to think of another way.

Taohua pleaded persistently, and Zhang Shi had no choice. The mother and daughter tidied up, locked the door, and set out. Old Mrs. Cheng in the west wing heard the commotion, looked out the window, and seeing that Zhang Shi was taking Taohua along with her, let out a cold snort but said nothing more.

"Don't cry, don't cry! We'll build a guild and fight them, and beat Zhu Mingzhi until he wets his pants!" Ranran hurriedly tried to comfort Misty Rain.