Chapter 714: The Scenery Over There Is Uniquely Fine

Crackle-pop! Crackle-pop!

Not far from the Bianliang imperial palace, on a street near the canal, a new trading house was opening for business. The sound of firecrackers was incessant, lanterns and colorful decorations hung before the door, drawing many passing travelers to stop and watch.

Calling it a trading house was not entirely accurate; "money shop" might be a more fitting term. This money shop specialized in "small loans," serving only those with local household registration who planned to run small businesses—carriage operations, brick and tile works, wine shops, and the like.

The Bianzhou Court

Yu Xuanxun still stared blankly at the hairpin in her hand without uttering a word, her face already covered in tear stains, unable to contain her grief.

In fact, from the very beginning, His Majesty had never intended to return the mansion to Prince Rui, so he kept putting it off and never sent anyone to clean it up. It remained under seal to this day, which now happened to make it the perfect place for them to conceal their identities.

Only Cynthia and Cedric showed no spark between them at all—Cedric even addressed Cynthia as "brother."

By the way, do you know what you should do amid flowers and beneath the sun, when the autumn wind is bleak and your mood is just right?

Because Ao Song only began its grand age of seafaring and colonization after the members of the Senate transmigrated over, the current state of the world's nations had not been greatly affected and was still essentially developing along its historical course.

Show-grade ones were the best and the most expensive. Two show-grade ones had already been reserved, though the buyer did not come to select them in person—so long as one was set aside for them, that was enough.

Jiezou and Qiji thoughtfully went forward and patted him on the shoulder to show comfort, but alas that would only backfire.

Li Shaohua's mind, however, was not on this at the moment. Seeing that Gaoqiao had caught up with Chen Feng, a hint of delight could not help but appear on his face, and looking at the red Ferraris running side by side, he fiercely raised his middle finger.

Though Chen Xi could not appreciate the styling, Fiona still used her ribbons well. She bound blue ribbons around her upper body and struck a pose as though trying to break free of her bonds, as if she were a cage, a trapped beast.

"Kakashi, Kai, you're here." Sarutobi Asuma greeted the arriving Hatake Kakashi and Might Guy.

Once the poem was finished, everyone downstairs applauded in admiration, praising the verse as extraordinary and beyond the mundane, a true model of its kind. For a time, flattery filled the air. Then another soft sigh drifted down from upstairs. This time Liu Ziguang heard it, but paid it no mind and continued to sit with his head down at the table, drinking his wine.

"Wow! Hubby, you're amazing!" Liu Yun pounced over and threw her arms around Yan Fei.

Feeling the warm, moist trace Xu Yunlong had left on her forehead, Hong'er felt a surge of warmth rise in her heart, yet suddenly began to sob softly, crystalline tears slowly soaking Xu Yunlong's face. Xu Yunlong asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong? Isn't your brother back?"

At this moment, not far away, Orochimaru, Sarutobi Hiruzen, and Jiraiya and the others arrived one after another.

Milé beside them opened her mouth but still said nothing. She had vaguely guessed some of it, but saying it out loud would only make Xia Li and Nina even more afraid, so she decided not to speak.

The upper echelons of Hua Nation were also helpless regarding Tian Yu's departure, because she had already completed her resignation procedures—everything was entirely proper and formal—and she had not requested a work assignment, so it seemed she had long had a plan.

Time passed without his noticing. Fang Yan, deep in quiet cultivation, was startled awake by a flash of thought. Thinking carefully, he remembered that today was the day of the challenge he had agreed upon with those several cultivators of the Rushi Society. His cultivation had not yielded much progress, so it would be just right to find some equilibrium from them first.

The Great Joy Monk stepped forward in a carefree manner. Verbal attacks were not his forte. Facing such a terrifying existence, his battle intent shook the heavens. The black lines on his body radiated the unique aura of the Great Dao, making his presence as weighty as a mountain, towering between heaven and earth.