Chapter 461: A Dream of Yellow Millet

To Ma Rong, the poetry and distant horizons painted by the poor were nothing but the words “muddling through.”

The pastoral life described by the rich.

That’s what counts as romance.

When Li Luo fiddled with his watch worth over three million Hong Kong dollars and said he merely wanted a plain life of three meals a day, those light words struck her like drumbeats, shaking her to the core.

The phrase about a well-bred girl instantly made her identify with herself.

She couldn’t help but identify.

When Chu Qingya drank the Tongmai Drink, he felt only a faint herbal fragrance, with no unusual sensation—wasn’t this supposed to cleanse the body’s toxins?

When Jian Nanfeng stepped out of the restroom, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar face—it was Xing Xizhou, the man he’d been greeting lately. Wasn’t this work hours? Why was Xing Xizhou here indulging?

Carefully weaving through several giant trees, Guan Xi soon arrived beneath Heizi’s building.

His words made Old Man Chu boil with rage—he’d only wanted to show off his three books in front of his son, only to be shot down in one sentence.

No one in the Jian family is decent; this second young master of the Jian family is just a peacemaker, with not a shred of elder brotherly bearing.

“Is this… does it mean I have to take the imperial civil exam?” Shen Yun scratched his head, momentarily stunned.

As the Golden Core elders entered the Immortal Mansion, Luo Qiufeng and the Lord of the Changsun Clan inwardly groaned in despair.

Guan Village covers roughly ninety mu of land; walking around its perimeter is about one kilometer.

And her temperament—normally cold, distant, even hostile to strangers—yet sometimes she unconsciously lowers her guard. I’ve seen how she is before the Ancestor; that’s precisely why I’m especially jealous of our own Ancestor.

Sometimes holding back a big move to support others doesn’t yield great results, and on the lane, it’s hard for him to secure kills solo.

If they cease now, fine; if they persist, I’ll keep killing—until they stop trafficking drugs.

She remembered that when her cultivation was still far below even one-tenth of her current strength, Situ Xuanhan had once sent a thread of his consciousness deep into her soul.

The Governor merely believed one must see things through to the end, so he kept writing—please help me—once I reach 200 yuan, I’ll tell you all.

After the meeting ended, Li Jing’er returned to her office. She needed to sort out her emotions, but more than that, she felt dazed, as if she’d lost all motivation and had no desire to work.

When had these noble youths ever endured such hardship? After a single round of military caning, each was left with a bleeding, swollen backside, unbearable in pain.

“The injury isn’t serious—just some bleeding on the forehead—but we’re worried about internal damage. He’s currently undergoing a brain scan,” Song Yu said.

It’s clear that Er Ya still likes him. The problem is, Shao Wei himself just can’t muster any enthusiasm.

“Best New Male Artist Award!” the crowd roared in unison, then followed Pu Tianxiu’s cue, each one shouting out the award names.

In the entire 11th Training Camp, including Hong Weiguo, who dares deny their achievements?

Three days later, Li Jing’er did not appear at Starlight Company, nor was she at home—the whole world was frantically searching for her.

Diao Xiangwei had never learned to dance, and no one was guiding her now, so her clumsiness surpassed even theirs. Though she danced terribly, at least she was dancing—and thus wouldn’t be executed for breaking the rules.

The first assassin barely dodged a sword blossom aimed at his Guanyuan point, only for the second sword blossom to strike his Tianshu point dead center, killing him instantly.

Nan He hadn’t expected him to dodge—his fleeting anger, born just moments ago, instantly dissipated.