Volume 1, Chapter 119: Counterattack

Everyone recognized Fu Ming’s face.

His public recognition was almost frightening. Of all those who knew him, more than half disliked him, yet no matter how much they hated him, they could never claim that Fu Ming was unattractive.

His face spoke for itself.

It would not be an exaggeration to call it the goddess Nuwa’s finest masterpiece.

“See that? Once you pass through the second gate, the place will be yours. Whatever you do, I will not interfere. Likewise, no matter what happens in the rear court, I will not involve myself!” That day, the young Lord Yinian had worn the same look in his eyes as he did now.

The Beauty Wang before her, however, had changed in a way that was entirely understandable. At first, she had been displeased; then she had become happy. But after hearing the absurd account of Prince Nanping today, she was displeased once more.

“Do you intend to kill someone even without a spearhead?” Zhang Jin did not care in the slightest. He did not even bother to defend himself, simply reaching straight for Lü Bu’s head.

Long Tian wanted to strike again and finish off the Fourth Prince, but he found that his body no longer obeyed him. He wanted to move, yet he could not.

As soon as they learned who their opponents would be in this match, they began a thorough investigation. After collecting various recordings, the soccer team sent Ye Huang to conduct further inquiries. Then, following Qin Jiangfeng’s analysis, Xiangju now knew their opponents inside and out.

Lady Shi turned deathly pale and scolded, “That damned girl, Qiuqiao was driven out by the prince. You must not spout such nonsense.” That simple-minded, honest fool was always making some startling remark that left Lady Shi worried for ages.

Inside the mountain cave, Yang Han silently sat in meditation and cultivated. After swallowing another Golden Wound-Healing Pill, his injuries and internal energy had recovered half an hour later.

Zhu Ruo smiled and lowered his head to press a kiss to her forehead. In broad daylight, with so many people watching, such an upright man as he was had barely made the gesture before whispers, laughter, and reproaches broke out around them.

“Is this what Old Ninth said Hongzheng loved to eat?” Kangxi looked at the three-colored square noodles in the bowl, each as thick as a chopstick, then turned toward Yinzhen.

Bunchy Wells did not answer Adelman’s loud complaints; he did not even nod. Doug Rachel said nothing either, but the two rows of molars in his mouth kept grinding against each other.

After they turned onto Highway 101, quite a few luxury cars and famous automobiles gradually joined them from behind, making Song Zhuang and the others tense.

“If you’re unwilling, then forget it. But I’ll make this clear: Second Brother absolutely cannot marry Liu Chan!” Lin Qinghe said decisively. He still had his pride. If Lin Zhiwu truly married Liu Chan, he was afraid he would have to hide at home from then on, too ashamed to go out and face anyone.

When she looked up, she saw Li Jing from Class Fourteen. She had not expected their first meeting after the start of term to take place here. Li Jing was holding a magazine too. Looking closely, she saw that it was Fierce Cool Manga.

She felt that he was someone worth befriending, and now that they had spoken openly, she no longer had the slightest reservation. With a relaxed smile, she continued chatting with him.

“Are we really going to let him bark and run wild like this?” Syndra asked through gritted teeth.

It was a medal of military merit for the army, and even more so a tomb for heroes. Beneath it lay the remains of the vast majority of the soldiers who had fallen from the Ninth New Brigade and the Luoshui Garrison Brigade.

“I have no idea how Chen Junhua’s brain grew, but he knows so much. Big Sister, how can there be someone like that in this world? He can remember everything after seeing it just once. Heaven is far too unfair.” Liu Tiantian gazed at the ceiling, her face full of melancholy.

Apart from entrusting Xu Muchuan with stabilizing the situation in the future, Jun Yiyi had no other recourse, even though he had already chosen someone in his heart.

Let alone that this had been the unhappiest New Year Lin Zhiping and Madam Wu had ever spent—far too many things had happened that year. Lin Lian had disappeared, the family had divided its property, Madam Mei and Madam Zhao had died one after another, and Lin Zhiwu had behaved like a madman. Now the married couple sat before the table, staring blankly at the food spread across it.