Chapter 174: The Empress is Panicking! Her Majesty: You Want to Steal a Man from This Palace?
Looking at the black round stone before her, the Empress asked in confusion, "Why did you take out a recording stone?"
Chen Mo said, "Your Highness will know in a moment."
He injected true qi into the round stone, and the runes engraved on its surface lit up, casting beams of brilliant light that projected a very clear image onto the ceiling:
The candlelight flickered, the light dim and yellow.
On the bed, two figures were entangled together, the air thick with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"Your Highness
Of course, the distance between the curtain wall of the Prince Zhou's residence and the inner city of the Prince Zhou's residence still requires further archaeological confirmation.
After Leng Yu came in, she tossed Zhang Tianyi aside, calling it giving Zhang Tianyi, who had been under great mental stress for months, a chance to relax, though she didn't say how he was to relax.
"Now, tell me properly about your past; you must tell me everything without missing a single thing," Song Yunxiu instructed him with a serious expression.
The expression on their face was somewhat anxious; they were knocking on the transparent car door while turning their head, looking around as if wary and avoiding something.
The park wasn't very big, and it was quiet at night; Nie Fengyuan estimated that no matter where in the park he shouted, he would be able to hear it himself.
Lin Yuming extended his hand solemnly and shook hands with Li Bingcheng; their eyes were filled with determination, confidence, and fearlessness in the face of hardship.
Outside the house, the sunset over the distant mountains had already been blocked by the peaks, leaving only the evening glow still shining on the west.
"Mr. Cheng, you must not commit a taboo!" Zhu Pingjin reminded him softly. To openly write about "three visits to the thatched cottage"—was that not clearly telling the people of the world that he, Zhu Pingjin, intended to carve out a regime in Shu-Han and divide the world into three?
The eldest of the three Wuchang brothers was heavily injured, leaving only the second and third with combat capability; hearing Pei Donglai's words, the two looked at each other, then nodded heavily and followed the three, charging toward Xu Bai.
Let alone the Heir of the Prince of Yuyang, even the children of other official families rarely saw him.
Xia Wan was dazed for a long time, her face suddenly turning bright red, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head at once.
"The mass has increased quite a bit, equivalent to me undergoing a collision." Zhang Le had not expected that just by fusing with a medium-sized derivative, the mass would increase so much.
Ye Chen considered it for a moment and said, "That is indeed a good idea." She extended her right hand, and from the rocks on the summit of Beiyin Mountain, black-red filthy blood began to seep out, eventually condensing into ten drops; five of them reattached to the nails of Ye Chen's right hand, while the other five circled around Xie Cheng.
Moreover, she had already greeted Chu Ye, and the Star side should have already made arrangements.
Meng Qingyun didn't feel anything was wrong, but instead looked at Liang Yifan and Ji Weiwei to the side.
"Not only that, that Chen Che transmitted power across his body, sending two Spirit Venerable-level generals, Ma Chao and Ban Chao, flying with a single palm; it must be..." Before Ying Zheng could finish, an urgent report from the Imperial Guard came from outside the tent.
Mo Lin-sen held Xia Wan's hand as they walked into the hotel, and under the guidance of a waiter, they sat down at a quiet spot by the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Border alert! Border alert! An urgent report from two hundred miles away, Zhong Zun is in trouble." Four date-red horses flew into the south gate of Tuofang, and two post guards, covered in dust, headed straight for Cixian Palace.
But there was one thing she could be certain of, and that was that in the next five years, the name Xie Linchen would not change.
Having experienced too many things today, Song Qingge was very exhausted; she fell asleep before long, but she kept having nightmares and slept very restlessly.
"Isn't that so? My old woman has been gone for ten years now." Old Man Sun leaned his cane against the door, supported himself against the wall, and walked to the candlestick, striking a flint to light the lamps one by one.
The evil wolf seemed to have anticipated this long ago, emitting a hair-raising hiss from its mouth, laughing wildly, and instantly disappearing into the grave.
"But this Minghuang Realm is so vast, who knows where he has gone?" Qiu'er and Si Mengmeng looked at the horrific ruins and said.
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