Chapter 78: Lucky Little Potato (Requesting Monthly Votes)

"Wow, even though he's not a professional singer, Qi Hao sings no worse than one."

The host is extremely professional.

He flatters with equal professionalism.

He won unanimous approval from the live audience.

With this Qi Hao, we wouldn't trade him for two Liu Dehua—not unless we add one Zhang Xueyou.

"We can praise ourselves at home, but don't go telling outsiders—it'll make people laugh."

After a moment’s hesitation, he said: "You're afraid to face him?" That's why you sent him to investigate while doing nothing yourself.

The relief in his eyes carried no extra emotion, and suddenly pierced Qian Baiying’s heart—he still wore his usual indifferent expression.

Smart enough, yet knows how to bide his time, occasionally playing the fool before the Emperor—calm and self-controlled.

Fortunately, Lu Rongkai’s dark scowl and drawn sword deterred them; otherwise, someone might have crawled under the Emperor’s lap for safety.

What he was thinking about, however, was the scandal sweeping through the capital these past days—about Gu Chaoxi and Sheng Ruqing.

This afternoon, the young men competed in the Six Arts, and the Emperor received constant updates.

When Bosa heard the approval, she instinctively took a deep breath and decisively opened the office door.

Xue Diao and the others thought it was a great idea, immediately rising and rushing into the room; two even pulled new daggers from their belts and began swiftly slicing cabbage.

Apparently, several teammates in the armed unit were from Sichuan, and without spicy food they felt their quality of life suffered, so the captain waved his hand, brought in a senior nutritionist, and fine—eat spicy if you want.

But now the Emperor has suddenly appeared in our Tongcheng—this… this was something we never dreamed of, isn’t it amazing?

One of them shook his head toward the companions beside Chen Tianyi’s car, indicating he found nothing.

Su Ying answered his question with a hint of guilt, unaware that across the street, in a black car, a pair of deep black eyes fixed on her departing figure.

Yan Kehan did not speak immediately, but slowly tapped the armrest of his chair, head bowed, lost in thought; Chen Tianyi watched him steadily, waiting for him to speak.

For twenty years, she had indeed hated him, but in the end, love and longing drowned out that hatred.

"What’s there to fear? As your husband, how could touching you possibly cause such panic?" Murong Che’s piercing black eyes, like bottomless whirlpools, shimmered with enchantment.

Though Patch thought this way, he had no intention of telling Domum any of it.

Yan Jin nudged Qin Feng’s arm, signaling him to shut up; Qin Feng shrugged, grinning and watching me with the attitude of someone enjoying a show.

Su Ying’s eyes widened, struggling harder, but he leaned over, pinning her down, restraining her completely, deepening the kiss, forcing her breath to falter, compelling her to respond, her hands against his chest helplessly pounding his chest.

But after waiting a long time, Tony saw Patch still leisurely enjoying his breakfast, and his impatience grew.

As if embodying the world’s most beautiful hope, the bird spread its wings and flew freely through the sky.

Xiao Ye focused his gaze—it was a contract, and its appearance looked strangely familiar.

There was no time for further joy; having broken through the bottleneck, he must continue guiding Qi to open the meridians.

The black-clad man observed Fan Shan’s shifting expression and laughed aloud, then flicked his ten fingers—each flick sent a crimson thread flying toward Mo Qian.

The Governor of Run chuckled, flipped his hand, and produced a yellow-green talisman. "My fellow Daoists, this is a Spirit-Subduing Talisman—take a look," he said, passing it among them for everyone to examine clearly.