Han Zeyu was so happy that he forgot everything while mining and upgrading.
He no longer cared about business, didn't want his man, and stopped studying the five elements' supernatural powers. He just concentrated on being a gold miner.
Su Shien fully supports her husband's career and decisions, but isn't someone being too hypocritical?
Business, men, promotion, all of these can be put aside, but his sexual story can't be let go.
He just couldn't understand, is writing pornographic books so important?
Han Zeyu was afraid that her husband would be jealous, so she wrote it behind Su Shien's back.
He wrote furiously, and after finishing it, he secretly gave it to Lin Xue, asking her to send it to Lin Jing, and repeatedly reminded her not to let Su Shien find out.
Lin Xue was very cautious, but despite taking every precaution, the problem turned out to be a new member of the gang.
Jiang Mingyue took the initiative to take on the cover design. It was also the first time he heard that a storybook cover could have a picture.
The first time I “went into the sea” to draw in my career, I couldn’t help but be sneaky, for fear of being discovered.
But in Su Shien's eyes, Jiang Mingyue's acting was too poor, and he immediately discovered the flaw.
Jiang Mingyue felt embarrassed as if she was caught in bed with someone cheating, while Su Shien was like a yamen runner carrying a sword and searching brothels.
Su Shien was so powerful that he used intimidation and threats. After a while, Jiang Mingyue couldn't withstand the pressure and decisively betrayed Han Zeyu.
It was Boss Han who provided the idea and asked him to draw the cover picture. He had never seen this format before and could not resist the temptation of money, so he took the business.
Su Shien asked him how much profit he made?
Jiang Mingyue shook his head blankly. The money didn't reach his hands because it was all exchanged for mineral pigments.
Su Shien, frustrated that his work was not as good as his, asked, "Did you get the paint?"
Jiang Mingyue shook her head decisively. Boss Han said that he had gone to coordinate the supply of goods and would deliver the goods in seven days.
Su Shien was so angry that he laughed. Coordinating the supply? He went into the canyon and dug it up for you.
So you didn't get any money, didn't get any goods, and just stupidly had someone take away your cover picture for free.
He finally understood why Yu Ge'er was determined to make Jiang Mingyue famous.
It's just a vase, good-looking but useless, with obvious weaknesses and easy to handle. It's definitely Iron Pillar No. 2.
Su Shien miraculously calmed down. No wonder a rich kid could live like this. It turned out that his brain was not working well.
As a die-hard fan of Han Zeyu, Lin Xue could only snort coldly at this time. She was going to complain to Yu Ge'er about this traitor.
Han Zecang pulled his wife away. His brother-in-law was not someone to be trifled with. His usual gentleness and refinement were all an act. He majored in the art of being a cunning official.
Su Shien flipped through Han's masterpiece and really wanted to go into the mountains and pull him back. Want to have the best of both worlds? I think you're thinking pretty well!
Faced with a powerful enemy, there is no sense of urgency at all, and I just think about these trivial things all day long.
Han Zeyu rubbed his nose in frustration. This was the bad thing about sneezing in the mountains. The 3D surround sound made his head buzz.
It must be that his husband misses him. What a joke, they are an old couple, but still so affectionate.
His damn charming, irresistible charm.
Su Shien’s resentment was not enough to cause such a situation. In fact, there were two “old friends” who missed him thousands of miles away.
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Xiao Chenxuan, the eldest son of Prince Pingyang, is now sixteen years old.
A father who is obsessed with martial arts and extremely unreliable, and a mother who has only love in her eyes, have shaped Xiao Chenxuan's calm and experienced character.
Ever since he gradually took over all the affairs inside and outside the Prince's Mansion at the age of ten, from supporting his father's money-burning hobby to maintaining the daily expenses of the Prince's Mansion, he understood the importance of money early on.
He became more and more stingy, and a rift arose between him and his father, who was still spending lavishly.
He couldn't understand. The hot spring villa obviously had considerable revenue. Even in the summer, when the number of visitors dropped sharply, it shouldn't be so profitable that it couldn't make ends meet, right?
After checking the accounts, I found that all the money on the books had been taken away by my father.
Prince Pingyang was annoyed by his son's meddling in other people's affairs and was fed up with his nagging, so he threw a knife to Xiao Chenxuan and asked him to fight him.
Unexpectedly, during the fight, the father and son got really angry, and the knife in Xiao Chenxuan's hand was knocked away.
The Prince of Pingyang was a martial arts master, but for some reason, he was unable to control his strength, causing Xiao Chenxuan to fly out.
Xiao Chenxuan spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately fainted.
The Prince's Mansion summoned the imperial physician, and the Empress Dowager in the palace naturally knew about this matter.
Xiao Chenxuan had been loved by the Empress Dowager since he was young, so they had a very close relationship.
The Empress Dowager sent two old imperial doctors to treat the prince, and summoned the prince and princess into the palace, and gave them a severe scolding.
Xiao Chenxuan's injuries were not fatal. Although he vomited blood, the damage to his organs was not serious.
The reason I said this is because I took into consideration the fighting power of Prince Pingyang. If he really wanted to kill someone, ten Xiao Chenxuans would not be enough for him to chop.
But no one expected that the Prince of the County would fall into a coma and have persistent low-grade fever.
The imperial doctors took turns to wake up the young prince, and even the old chief judge of the Imperial Medical Bureau was dispatched, but they still failed to wake him up.
The Empress Dowager was deeply worried and planned to go to Dingyun Temple to pray to the Bodhisattva to bless the poor child to survive this disaster.
Upon hearing this, His Majesty the Emperor took time out of his busy schedule to accompany the Empress Dowager to Dingyun Temple to burn incense.
The reasons were all ready-made. One was that they were afraid that the Empress Dowager would be too sad, and the other was that they were afraid that Xiao Chenxuan would really not wake up.
It's so pitiful that the child I watched grow up didn't have good parents.
Abbot Yuanjue personally received the Empress Dowager and arranged a quiet Buddhist temple for her.
His Majesty the Emperor went straight to Abbot Deyun's meditation room.
Master Deyun held the bucket of fortune sticks in his hands, staring at the bad fortune sticks on the table with a serious expression.
The worst fortune is the most unlucky fortune in a fortune poem, usually indicating bad luck and numerous difficulties.
Combined with the hexagram he deduced last night, there might be a great disaster at the time of autumn harvest.
His Majesty the Emperor frowned and cautiously asked, "How big of a disaster is it?"
Master Deyun clasped his hands together and said, "The suffering of all living beings is beyond words."
His Majesty the Emperor slumped back into his chair, muttering, "Is there a way to break this?"
“It’s difficult!”
"I hope the Master will show mercy. No matter what happens, the common people are always innocent."
Abbot Deyun sighed deeply and made three uncertain divinations. At this time, there was blood at the corner of his mouth and his face was pale.
The emperor stepped forward and caught the staggering old monk.
Abbot Deyun paused for a long time before gritting his teeth and uttering two words: "Natural disaster."
His Majesty the Emperor's heart skipped a beat. Natural disasters are impossible to prevent. How should they deal with them?
After helping Abbot Deyun back to his bedside, the Emperor reluctantly asked, "Is there a way to break this spell?"
Abbot Deyun nodded hesitantly, not having the energy to speak. He closed his eyes and meditated to regulate his breathing.
As long as there is a solution, there is hope. The emperor did not ask any more questions and said that everything would be decided after the master recovered.
If he can survive this disaster, he will definitely gild the bodies of the Bodhisattvas.
He gritted his teeth and paid from his private treasury without touching the national treasury.
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