In the dark and cold cave, Tangyuan built a pile of firewood and poured oil on the firewood.

"Pour more water, this firewood is hard to light!"

The light bulb was unhappy: "Are you burning the firewood or me? This is my blood, don't you know?"

The fire was lit and the two men shivered in the cave.

Tang Yuan sighed and said, "I don't know what's going on with Master Qi."

Bulb shook his head and said, "It's not easy to find food here.

After a long time, Ye Yun finally stopped. He still didn't feel any pain. Perhaps at this moment, the pain in his heart was greater than the pain in his hand, or maybe he could no longer feel any pain.

Qingcheng's heart was shaken. Her story? She didn't want to tell it. She felt that although these years were a bit hard, they were very fulfilling. As time passed, her hatred for Zhongli Canye gradually decreased. With the guidance of the two masters, she felt that those meaningless things should be put aside as soon as possible.

Moreover, Zhuang Shaoyou was born in the Yellow Turban Army. Apart from the more than 400 cavalrymen who followed him through life and death, only Dong Zhuo and Li Ru knew about this! What if Dong Zhuo and Li Ru seized on this point and insisted on exposing Zhuang Shaoyou's past?

At this time, no one cared about Wang Chengzong's identity as co-prime minister and Weizhou's northern commander. In the eyes of the generals of Wei Bo, Cheng De was the same as them. It was okay to show weakness to the court, but to let Cheng De ride on their necks would be a great shame and humiliation.

However, as the pontoon bridge was extended, the laborers were gradually approaching the range of arrows from the other side of the river. From time to time, someone was shot by an arrow and fell down, dyeing a large area of the river water red. However, none of these laborers were afraid, and they continued to work hard to drive piles and lay plans, slowly extending the three pontoon bridges to the other side.

In a quiet valley and peaceful life, who would have known that tonight would be a tragic murder party?

"Is there anyone else?" Qian Ning asked He Jinxian after he asked the sergeant from the Imperial Guard who was in charge of guarding the door to help the limp Zhang Liangcai to a chair.

Maybe it was lucky that Ye Yun was not assigned to the second group with Albis and Ares, or maybe it was unlucky that Ye Yun was assigned to the same group with Stenla. Although the two of them only fought for a short while, Ye Yun knew early on that he was no match for Stenla at the moment.

Jiang Fei had no way to deal with this. You must be kidding. What can a few hundred Jinyiwei do? They are not enough to deal with. Now the only thing he wanted was to send another messenger to rush to the capital for 800 miles to inform Wanli of the news.

Tianxianglou is well-organized. Even after changing its owner, it still follows the original procedures without much fuss.

While crying, Concubine Xu made up her mind, picked up a hairpin, and used the tip of the hairpin to tattoo the word "天" on the prince's left shoulder. The tattoo on her son's body hurts her heart. After tattooing the word, Concubine Xu was heartbroken. With trembling hands, she hung a jade pendant on the prince. It was given by the emperor himself, and there is only one in the world today.

Although Chen Mubai pretended not to care, in fact she still could not get along with Yu Jingchen as she did in the past, and her heart was filled with embarrassment and awkwardness.

It was just his temper that made him unable to bear the heart to ignore Qiao Mandong. After all, the two families did have a good relationship, and his father had also asked him to take good care of Qiao Mandong.

At this moment, his eyes were focused on the door, as if he could see the person he admired inside through the door.

In the past, he would have said that he had a promising future and was appreciated by others, and would continue to conduct in-depth research, move to the forefront of academia, and contribute to the country.

How could Chu Tiankuo not be his prince? He was confused for a moment, and his face suddenly fell, as if it was covered with a layer of paste.