Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Backer Arrives

Reflecting on more than a decade ago, when the kingdoms of Liang and Wu joined forces, they were still nothing more than playthings to be ground into the dirt by the white-robed Confucian general. In the eyes of the Great Chen people, the Liang army had always been mediocre.

Some people, having no room in their own homes to sleep, would even bring their bedding and mosquito nets to sleep right there on the threshing floor during the summer.

Having been married into the Marquis’s estate for three years, the original owner had rarely stepped outside. She figured that tomorrow, she would simply need to deliver the congratulatory gifts to the Earl of Jin’an’s estate as protocol dictated, offer a few auspicious words for a long and happy marriage to the hosts, and then excuse herself early. That would leave her enough time to head back and visit her maiden home.

I feel that this is the stupidest moment of my life, second only to my decision to marry Zhou Ziming—and there is no exception.

Once the rules were explained, the examiner in charge of the ship waved his wide sleeve, and a map of the snow-capped border mountains manifested before everyone’s eyes.

As for Tang Ronghao, he sank into deep thought, looking at the documents left behind by Yu Wanying and contemplating the series of events that had just unfolded.

Watching my feigned look of astonishment, Wang Liqiang looked as if he were about to shatter his teeth; his words seemed to be squeezed out from between them.

After the group engaged in awkward small talk for a while, a servant came from outside to report that the banquet was ready, and that the Princess had sent someone to invite the guests from the side consort's quarters to join the feast.

The supervising ghost messenger seemed to be in a great hurry, though Qian Mo suspected he was intentionally fobbing her off. But the moment she called out, she vanished along with him.

The phantom image of a Buddha, dozens of fathoms tall, descended like a celestial deity, suppressing the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land in the distance.

"In that case, I shall not make a fool of myself. Let Brother Xiang Kunlun take the lead." Dou Wei had noticed the others whispering among themselves just as he turned around; he realized he was being used as a pawn, so he decided to pull out. After all, there are times when it is best not to get involved in certain matters.

...Oh cart, dear cart, please tell me, what should I do? Where exactly did I go wrong?

In a single breath, the Mother of Ghosts arrived at the man's side, her head drooping low, her long, blood-stained hair slowly spilling down to shroud her face once more.

On a highland, several officers were observing the situation on the battlefield—or rather, the slaughterhouse. Aside from a few exceptionally powerful demonic beasts, the troops had encountered almost no resistance. Before modern weapons of war, no matter how powerful a physical body might be, it was ultimately nothing more than cannon fodder.

"Why not ask? Could it be the disciple of some hermit?" Fang Xuanling’s words were exactly what Li Shimin wanted to ask. These hermits were sometimes truly annoying; they refused to serve the imperial court themselves, yet they let their disciples out to stir up trouble.

He heard no reply from Han You; his only response was the sound of keyboard strokes coming from the other end of the headset, like a machine gun firing.

Bayern Munich was feared primarily for their potent attacking power. They employed simple and highly efficient tactics, entirely different from other clubs. Compared to the other favorites, this team possessed outstanding physical confrontation and aerial abilities, which were their greatest strengths.

During this period, Hugo had been thinking about many things. He considered a possibility: why was Galliani trying so hard to kick him out? Perhaps it wasn't simply because he didn't like him. He now began to link the story to the Berlusconi family.

Almost at the same time, a cloud of demonic fox aura appeared around Chen Bo's body—one pure white as jade, the other as black as ink.

"Haha, Gigi, I think you underestimate the team's influence! I have plenty of agents and scouts pushing players on me! You want to know how Grosso came to be here? It was his agent who recommended him!" Seli pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead and laughed heartily.

While Robert was busy to his wits' end, the instigator of the incident, Lin Shaoping, was listlessly staring into space in his room. He was naturally restless, but without Robert’s permission, he could not leave. If not for Gabriel frequently bringing a translator to keep him company, he would have been stifled to death in such a cramped room.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuqing took the milk bottle from Wu Xinyue's hand to save her the trouble of trying to hold it steady with one hand.

The two of them flanked Han Feng, each clutching one of his arms, leaving him stiff and afraid to move, fearing that any movement might bring him into contact with their soft bodies.

"This might protect you for a while, but have you thought about the future?" Although Xia Hantian was a bit disappointed that Bai Yu would think this way, she did not mean to reproach her. If she did not have the memories of her past life, she would surely have thought the same.

Their warm palms pressed together, warming her heart. Xia Hantian smiled at him and sat down obediently in the carriage.

"Cangshu, Cangshu, you scared your father to death." Cao Cao collapsed beside Cao Chong, trembling as he reached out with both hands. Lady Huan looked at Cao Chong with tear-filled eyes, brimming with joy, unable to look away for even a second.

"Damn it, those bald donkeys at the Shaolin Temple are truly no good." Xiao Yinjian cursed under his breath. Though he knew no martial arts, his senses were sharper than those who did, and he had long since noticed that there was more than one monk secretly watching the fight in the arena.

Lu Mingxuan said, "Rest assured. In the old days, dragons often sparred and fought within the Silver Dragon Grotto. The cave walls are exceptionally hard; even if the fighting were a hundred times more intense than this, the place would not collapse."

"Brother Dongliang, why did we smash that stall?" Guoguo caught up to Chen Dongliang again to ask.

"Is there anywhere that is not a place for cultivation?" The sword-carrying elder replied with an arrogant face, as if he did not regard Jin Shouren at all.

And so, Qi Qi Ke Mu Er was so impatient that he skipped the flirting and banter, simply abducted the person, and dived into the woods. He didn't even bother to pick a spot; with the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed, he became a groom right there in the wild. There was no help for it—the beauty was too tempting, and he simply could not wait to find a proper place.

It was a joke; to celebrate Ning Linlin's excellent exam results, they were out somewhere celebrating, and Ning Yue didn't even have a key, so she had no choice but to wait outside like this.