Chapter 201: Heyin! Heyin!

Heyin.

Yuan Yong glanced at the sky; since arriving here, he had always felt something was off.

“This damned weather!”

Yuan Yong grumbled, wishing the sacrificial ritual would end soon so he could return to Luoyangcheng.

After Emperor Xiaowen moved the capital to Luoyangcheng, he banned northern clothing and language, and along with it, the original Xianbei traditional sacrificial rites were also prohibited.

This kind of sky-worship ceremony had not been held for decades.

Also

When Wang Kexin went to take the pulse as usual, she unusually sent all the servants away, leaving only Qin Yuan and herself.

But I confirmed that the family in that old house moved away last year—it’s an empty residence. Moreover, I guarantee my husband never knew the owner of that house or ever went there. Yet when I asked him during the day, he said he knew nothing about it.

He clenched his fist tightly, veins bulging, radiating a terrifying malevolence as he forced out a few words through his gritted teeth.

I lifted a massive stone with all my strength, struggled to carry it, approached the grotesque man, and smashed it down onto his head.

Return to your quarters; the results and rankings of this descent are still being tallied.

The man instantly trembled in fear—he had merely speculated casually; why was General Fan reacting so violently?

Shen Tong drank more and more, his head growing dizzy, his drunken appearance oddly endearing; he swayed, stumbled on his feet, nearly falling.

“Stop right there!” The browless giant shouted urgently, fearing the two would attack him.

Knowing he couldn’t take all the treasures, Li Junye’s gaze toward the secret relics grew far more serious, determined to find the most precious among them.

He calmed down after hearing me say that, his limbs relaxing naturally; Lanlan gave him a lollipop, and as he sucked on it, his spirit gradually eased.

The Ninth Prince chuckled foolishly with delight: “Who else would I treat well if not you?” He patted Dong’e Miaoyi’s shoulder and added, “Have you noticed any changes in your courtyard? I’ll tell Fourth Brother.” Then he pulled Dong’e Miaoyi back onto the chair and sat with her, studying the fengshui map together.

After an unknown length of time, a sharp “crack” echoed—the Rubik’s Cube had snapped off a piece from her excessive force; she stared at it, frozen, unable to recover her composure.

She felt she would never see the boy she had raised again; the thick veil of mist made Xu Qingqing perceive Pan Chen as a man. Second, under Pan Chen’s years of psychological suggestion, Xu Qingqing’s subconscious gradually blurred the age gap. Now, in Pan Chen’s tender gaze, Xu Qingqing became even more entranced.

Dong’e Miaoyi smiled: “Good, you’re back.” She gripped Yinjiu’s hand tightly. Yinjiu could no longer hold back—he pulled Dong’e Miaoyi into his arms.

Candlelit dinners, red wine, and roses were the most common romantic gestures, but Duan Xuchu used them to reveal his true feelings to Wei Weiyi; how could Wei Weiyi not be moved?

“I’m asking you! Are there any new Pokémon XY cards for sale?!” The young man’s name was Long Yang, eighteen, a high school student, handsome and popular at school; his father was the founder of Long Corporation—a classic rich second-generation, not a shut-in.

He used Ice Beam, still thinking to rely on Ice-type Pokémon to battle Dragon-types, seemingly unaware of Gyarados’s nature.

“Good. I thought you’d been entertaining them all day—you’d surely be exhausted by now. But you look as if nothing happened.” Emperor Kangxi had spent the day reading memorials and was himself weary.

Speed up as he might, the gap in strength was too great to close by sheer willpower; Xia Mo had pulled far ahead and reached the side of Reba and Shan Shan.