Because of this incident, the rest of the journey went much more smoothly.
Although that wicked mother-in-law also beat and scolded her daughter-in-law several times.
But the noise wasn't loud, so Fu Mingxue and her mother didn't pay any more attention.
Since they themselves didn't resist, what could outsiders like them say?
Around noon, Mrs. Fu prepared to fetch hot water.
Considering her two children, she brought a thermos flask on the train.
Fu Mingxue saw her mother holding a thermos.
Lanxi sighed. Who wouldn't want a figure like that? But apart from Consort Hua, it seemed no one in the palace could achieve it. Her current figure was already quite good, but it was still a little lacking. Her buttocks weren't as perky, and her breasts weren't as big.
Just as Sanbao was wondering whether to help the two rascals fulfill their wish, a dazzling arrow of divine light suddenly shot up from a corner of the jungle.
My heart skipped a beat. I had heard Yueheng say before that there was such a thing as the friendship level between NPCs and players. Now it seems that it is true. Binglan and I must have had a lot of friendship after the battle with the Death Knight, otherwise she wouldn't have made an exception and taught me the Dragon Rider skill.
The scene suddenly froze in front of a crystal coffin, in which he lay. Although the makeup artist had made his handsome face lifelike, just like the way he had looked when he lay beside her countless nights, he would never come back to life. Lanxi couldn't help but curl up into a ball, feeling unbearable pain.
Su Yangang had just arrived here and knew nothing about Jiangling City, so he asked Su Yang to find these things. If he wanted to establish himself here, he definitely needed to understand it. And now that it was wartime, these things were even more important.
She gently plucked the strings, and the tone was even clearer than the one Jinse had played that day, possessing an indescribable magic that captivated the listener.
The moment Li Yueze stepped out of the room, his gaze turned icy cold, devoid of his previous gentleness. His expression was more somber than ever before, and a chilling aura suddenly emanated from him, quickly spreading throughout the mansion.
Perhaps the heavens heard Shen Feng's angry voice. Just as the red and gray were about to engulf the Arc Star, the gray divine sense suddenly changed direction and pounced on the red divine sense. The two immediately began to wrestle and tear at each other again.
Xu Niang and Bai Bobo were horrified. What did they mean by chanting in the underworld? Wasn't that cursing them to die? Their faces turned red and white in turns. After saying a few words of comfort, they quickly took their leave, called over the pretentious old man Ha Gonggong who was looking around carefully, and hurriedly left.
After sending Xun Yi to rest, I summoned all the strategists to discuss Xun Yi's request for me to save his family, in order to determine whether Xun Yi had come under false pretenses. However, Xun Yi's ability to stay here was undoubtedly a form of self-proof.
Xuanyuan Che's doting on his wife was not just an act for show; it was genuine. Of all people to fall for, why did Crown Prince Xuanyuan Qingtian have to fall for Su Jinghui, Xuanyuan Che's beloved wife, and Xuanyuan Che even discovered it?
Xiang Yi quickly and awkwardly looked away, but suddenly felt a pang of sadness in her heart, a mix of emotions.
From the faint scent that suggested her family was still alive, to the fact that her own nephew was right beside her, and knowing that the Mu family was still intact and that she still had a home to return to, Consort Xian felt no resentment or hatred. Suddenly, she realized that compared to her family's survival and her nephew's good life, the suffering she had endured for the past twenty years was nothing at all.
Intelligence certainly plays an extraordinary role, at least that's what Xia Mo thinks.
I glanced back at the culprit, Lu Mochuan, inside the car, smiled and waved to me before turning and driving away. Watching the car disappear into the distance, my mind was a jumbled mess.
“Yue’er, a real man should speak his mind. I, Long Qianjue, have always been a man of my word and take responsibility for what I say, and the same applies to you.” After saying this, Long Qianjue gazed deeply at Lan Ziyue.
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