Chapter 720: Bad at It but Loves to Play

At a certain ferry on the Bianzhou Canal, Fang Chongyong was observing the hired laborers (unpaid corvée) requisitioned by the Canal Office hauling up a large seagoing vessel that had sunk at the ferry crossing.

This seagoing ship from Persia had somehow sailed into the canal, bumping and scraping along the way, and sure enough, it ran aground and sank at the ferry crossing.

This sudden incident abruptly reminded Fang Chongyong of something: the entrance where the Bohai Sea met the Yellow River lacked a checkpoint, and similar incidents would certainly be numerous in the future!

"Your Majesty, shall I play a piece for you?" Shi Nanxi went straight to the Xiangjiang Autumn Emerald by the window and turned back to ask Kangxi.

Learning that Su Laidi had rented a place in the family housing area, military dependents who were close to Su Zhaozhao, such as Zhao Sufen, nearly all brought gifts.

Moreover, tenants would also see reduced taxes in the future, so charging them more silver still would not affect them.

"Master, should we go straight and kill our way into the Special High Section or his home, to avenge the young master, or—?" the thug leader asked again.

The ancients believed in ghosts and spirits, and oaths at this time were taken very seriously. Moreover, since this girl had spoken with such solemn conviction, the crowd believed her nine parts out of ten. Pair after pair of eyes turned involuntarily toward Jin Pangzi, and seeing him streaming with cold sweat, they began whispering and pointing among themselves.

Anyway, as long as he could lure Han Li into the inner hall, once the matter was done, he could dispose of him with a casual flick of the hand.

No! She could not call herself selfish. If she had managed it before the Hu invaders entered the village to slaughter, she might still have found a rooftop for the mother and her three children to hide on.

On the sea surface, light shimmered, glinting with fragmented sunlight. Gusts of breeze blew by from time to time, carrying the salty dampness of the seawater, lifting one's spirits.

In the kitchen, apart from the coal stove that had just been brought in, there was also a wood-fired stove and a kerosene stove painted green.

"Be good and surrender!" Tang Youran lowered her head, and her rosy lips pressed directly onto Gu Yu's mouth.

Dongqing rolled her eyes at Asan, tore open the red envelope in front of him, and poured out its contents. Dongqing was dumbfounded, and Asan nearly doubled over laughing, clutching his mouth.

As social order was gradually restored, various rumors in the capital region also gradually subsided, and wealthy merchants who had previously relocated to various parts of Northern Zhili returned to the capital one after another.

"Visit me in person? There's no need. I live in the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace, and you couldn't get in anyway." Sang Jinyue's words successfully made Teng Yufeng's expression change.

After I removed all of these layer by layer, like unspinning silk from a cocoon, she had nothing left on her entire body but a single white undergarment.

"Then Patriarch Cao also knows what I wish to know, yes?" Sang Jinyue glanced at the four people who had already been carried away and blinked as she spoke.

Sang Jinyue leaned against Ji Yuhen, watching Silu's expression with a smile, while from the corner of her eye she caught the gaze that Han Ruomeng kept casting toward her own eldest brother.

Though he could not compare to him, the news would still cause a sensation. After all, Mu Yi's experiences were impossible to replicate. Back then, he had spent eight years roaming the martial world with the old Daoist, and in truth, those eight years were the old Daoist laying his foundation.

Through inquiries from multiple sources, Qiuliju concluded that He Bai's words were true, and so he decided once more to dispatch an envoy to negotiate with Liu Yu in person. Once he had confirmed news, he would execute Zhang Ju and lift the heavy siege, allowing Gongsun Zan to depart.

The Goryeo officer stayed silent. Based on experience, speaking up at a moment like this would very likely make him cannon fodder for our Great Qing.

Seeing him agree, Ye Jinxuan finally smiled, opened the insulated food container, and began bustling about serving him soup.

We all turned to look, only to see a brawny demon-hunter step out from the crowd. This fellow was tall and powerfully built. In the freezing cold, he was wearing nothing but a tank top, the muscles on his arms and shoulders bulging impressively.

Clutching her chest, she watched the prop dangling in the air—the "head" and "body" now connected by nothing but a single wire. She slowly calmed down at this point, yet two more measures of worry crept in.