Chapter 641: The Clown Wearing a Dragon Robe

The construction of Bianliang City is expected to take five years, and the project is divided into three phases.

The first phase, within one year, will complete the imperial palace, with the palace city about two li in length and width. All daily necessities of the Son of Heaven, including the main hall, side halls, and sleeping chambers for court meetings, must be finished.

The second phase, within three years after breaking ground, will build the inner palace city, roughly four li long and three li wide. The Six Ministries, Council Hall, Secretariat, Imperial Academy and other institutions must all be in place.

The third step, after five years of construction—

Zhao Xingyu devoured a bun in two bites, his eyes narrowed, and the chill around him vanished into nothingness.

Ji Canyue was originally practicing breath‑adjusting meditation to prepare for stepping onto the Path of Immortal Longevity, when the clueless Dong Qing barged in, disturbing Ji Canyue's mindset. Of course that could not be tolerated; a beating was inevitable.

The shopkeeper walked to the doorway, clasped his fists and saluted Xu Changge, then glanced at the scruffy old man and frowned. The old man's appearance was so nauseating that letting him in would surely ruin the drinking mood of the many customers.

He really didn't want conflicts on both sides; otherwise he would be stuck in the middle and in a difficult position.

Because Cui Cui gave birth so frequently, she overtaxed her body, and on top of that she didn't take proper care of herself, leaving her extremely weak.

Beside them, Qin Yan also understood; no wonder he received a text message instead of a phone call—Lan He'er didn't want to involve him.

I will gladly accept the gift Molly gave me, but the items from Wen Zha He and Zhao Ruixue bring me no joy at all; instead they feel like a burden.

At this moment, Zhang Yong of the Public Security Bureau had already obtained the inspection reports for the feed and the giant crabs from both the county and the city.

"It's indeed quite possible, but if it really is a case of swapping the beams and pillars, how can we investigate?" Yue Junhao frowned and asked.

Lin Feng dismounted his warhorse in front of the city gate and lightly tapped the gate with his Fang Tian Halberd. The material was ordinary, at most iron‑bound wood, and the gate bore several dents, some deep, some shallow, likely from daytime siege hammers. It seemed something behind was truly holding up the gate.

"What exactly happened?" the cat‑eared boy asked, covering his still‑buzzing head and looking around at the surroundings and the crowd with confusion.

While Lin Tao was celebrating the distance he had put between himself and the Nine‑Armed Prison Warden, he suddenly found the road ahead vanished, leaving only a thick iron chain about two meters away that linked the darkness above to the ground below.

It's over; such a huge omission—missing an article, even an entire series—how will the newspaper punish me? His proud gaze was dim, his steps floated, and he didn't even know how to return home.

When he lifted the sheathed sword and felt it, there was not a single scratch, yet Is could sense that the second dimension within it was almost gone, its trace vanished.

Without time to panic, the powerful white‑clothed youth leapt onto the ground and tossed Duo Rui onto the soft grass.

Luo Qianfan crouched, and Hu Feifei, with a look of a scheme's success, got up, climbed onto his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

When Qi Tianling returned to the mansion, night had already fallen, and upon entering he immediately heard the dreadful news, naturally leaving him fuming. He hurried to check on Qian Dao, who had been medicated and was already deep in a pale, death‑near slumber; the beating had been severe, nearly costing half his life.

Luo Qianfan will never resign; this isn't about making money. He loves being a reporter, and everything he now has—fame, profit, status—was earned through journalism, with the sense of achievement being the most crucial.

Blue Crystal is mined from the Nine‑Nether Blue Sea and is an excellent substance for nurturing spirit and soul; possessing it is equivalent to having the flesh of Hua Yue Ying. Moreover, records state that both Blue Crystal and Soul Stone serve as currency in the Nine‑Nether lands, though their authenticity remains to be verified.

Liang Yu looked up at the sky, which seemed to become beautiful at that moment. A smile lifted at the corner of his mouth; without any words, Liang Yu understood that the white clouds were beautiful, and that Liang Yu and Zi Ruoxi were, in essence, one.