Chapter 702: A Bowl of Water Kept Level

"After the imperial court unifies the realm, the common people can basically live good lives.

But after the realm is unified, it is basically impossible for the common people to live good lives."

In the study of the Bianzhou prefectural yamen, Fang Chongyong wrote this line on a large sheet of paper, and the more he looked at it, the less funny he found it.

This was perhaps merely a very realistic declarative sentence.

Having defeated Shi Siming, the Bianzhou army could advance into Hebei. However, the contradictions between Hebei and other regions had accumulated over time.

How could Mister Jiang not think of Jiang Peiqi's misgivings? But if they continued to stay in South Africa now, matters would become even more difficult to handle.

Zhu Xia maintained a single posture, holding a mouthful of air in his mouth, his lips puckered perfectly round, staring blankly at her, tears streaming in his heart, even feeling the urge to slit his own throat. What kind of luck was this, how could it be so rotten... But then he was startled again, instantly thinking: why had his spiritual sense not detected this oddity before she appeared?

Zhang Shan'er cooperated as well, not saying it out loud, but directly mouthing a question to her.

From beginning to end, Su Qing coldly watched Mister Shang. So now they knew to look for the child. What had they been doing all along before? Only after the child was gone did they come put on a show of grief—didn't he feel it was already too late?

"Qiqi, tell Mother Empress and Father Emperor, you've been studying with the new Grand Tutor—have you made any progress lately?" Ning Yunxiao reached out and pulled her son, who was pretending to be serious, onto her lap and asked lovingly.

"Young people get hot-headed and make wrong decisions, which is understandable. But what you just said, we do not want to hear a second time!" That partner showed no fear; it was likely that this young man had just taken over the business left by his father, and his authority and prestige had not yet been truly established.

"The intention was always for you to decide for yourselves. My opinion is merely for reference," Lin Feng said.

I, underground worker Gao Yutian, felt a surge of anger rise from my heart, unconsciously clenching my fists tight.

Zhu Ling suddenly turned around, only to see dust flying in the east, banners dancing, and a large army surging majestically toward them, already less than a li away—this must be the Xiangyang army arriving.

"Mm, that's a good idea. At this time they truly cannot contend with us!" After hearing Long Aotian's explanation, Yake pondered for a moment and then agreed.

But looking more carefully, although Mi Xiaoxiao was smiling at this moment, the depths of her eyes were a sheet of ice.

The surgery had already ended by evening. Old Master Chi, leaning on a cane in his hand, was the first to rush toward the operating room door, leaving Lu Huanqing and Mo Hanshi behind.

Wu Zihao thought it over, struggled inwardly for a moment, then still reached out, picked up the leather shoe, and tried to remove the memory card inside it.

Given his old man's temperament, even if you tossed him into an empty cave, he could entertain himself and find all sorts of ways to amuse himself. Let alone now that he was in the Netherworld, where there were so many... ghosts for him to play with to his heart's content.

But the other party did not look particularly pleased either, his expression cold and icy. Johnson could not quite gauge his thoughts for a moment. He was just about to have his subordinates take Luo Liyan away first, when he heard the man before him give an almost imperceptible sound of agreement.

At the engagement banquet just now, she saw Chen Wanli's wife call him—probably asking when Chen Wanli would be home.

One could only see that within the vast sea of stars, peerless killing intent descended as if from the heavens, and divine radiance of ten thousand fathoms poured down, radiating an incomparable aura of slaughter.

After Luo Qi finished speaking, he took out his phone and dialed a string of numbers. Throughout the entire process, his movements were sluggish, as if every single motion were a struggle against his own heart.

Lin Ran heard the phone ringing nonstop before she opened her eyes. The room was dim. She habitually thought she was in the bedroom at Xuan Yuan, and it was only after waking up and taking a few seconds to recover, looking at the general outline of the room, that she remembered—she was truly lying in a presidential suite.

Because the quality of the sugar itself was not very good, the vendors would try every possible means to put effort into the sugar's form and appearance.

At this moment, some of the folks around who were treating beer as afternoon tea also turned their attention this way. Wang Shui showed an exquisitely crafted wry smile.

It was not until half a shichen later that Li Yuankang hurriedly ran back to Qin Boyang's house, crying out excitedly the moment he entered the door.

"Damn it, the ones across from us are all iron men—do they have no fear at all!" Wang Jun found it unbelievable.

Otherwise, this time it was Liu Xia using heavy cavalry to pierce through Wang Jun's forces; next time, who knew who might secretly copy his heavy cavalry and then pierce through his own army.

But now it was the third year of Yongjia, not even two full years yet. The Jin court's army had grown even more corrupt, while the warriors under Wang Mi's command had become even more elite.

Gu Su Hu Qian's words were spoken softly and weakly, yet they seemed to carry a kind of magic, instantly suppressing the tension, anger, agitation, and other emotions of everyone present.

He was a modern doctor, the youngest surgery department director at Jiangzhou Hospital. If he could save the second brother the young man spoke of, then would he and his sister not have to be hacked to death?

The school had sent them the specific location of Dahe Village, along with a photo of that man. The person in the photo was unkempt and disheveled, with sunken eye sockets.

Tao Baoshuang hurriedly checked every fitting room, finding not the slightest trace of Luo Ningning.

"I take full responsibility for my own actions—if something goes wrong, I'll bear it myself!" Mo Xing did not even turn his head, leaving behind a resolute and carefree silhouette.

Feng Shuangxi's act of harassing her—she had gotten her revenge at the time. But later, he actually came to her asking her to help him find a job.

Most audience members still had a certain sense of boundaries. Besides, watching fans of other teams act stubborn was in itself quite entertaining.

Everyone knew that "Holland Lad" was Lin Feng's peculiar nickname for their version of Peter Parker, so seeing this made things even more incomprehensible.

Shen Zhiyao: Mainly because she had given these two doggies spiritual spring water to drink. If the two wanted to drink more, they had to obey her.

Lou Kui's words landed with resounding force, essentially making clear that what she cared about was not at all whether it was an endorsement or not. What angered her was that Su Jiaohan had, without even a word, arbitrarily given the endorsement to Nan Shu.

"Your situation... it would be best to have surgery first, then come to me for conditioning." Yin Mingcha gave his diagnostic opinion.

Previously, Qian Huisheng had a thrombosis problem, with severe blood clots in both the heart and the brain.

She and Sun Mo were both carrying suitcases, but Sun Mo was clearly identifiable as an assistant. Nan Shu, even while pushing a single suitcase, exuded a generous, composed elegance.

One was a second-generation rich kid they could not afford to offend, the other was a martial arts expert—they did not want to get caught in the crossfire.

This was quite normal, though. The contestants in the first group were a bit weaker in skill, and the audience could understand. When the competition ended, the audience still gave him enthusiastic applause.

Returning to his own Longevity Hall, Emperor Changhua took out a bronze mirror from his robes and slowly rubbed it.