Chapter 202: Love and Righteousness, Worth a Thousand Gold

Inside the traveling palace, Yuan Ziyou's face was blank and dazed.

That day, Yuan Ziyou had returned to the traveling palace, only to find that his two brothers, Yuan Zine and Yuan Zizheng, were nowhere to be seen!

General Er Zhu Rong had killed the ministers, killed the imperial clan, and along the way, had killed Yuan Ziyou's brothers as well.

Yuan Ziyou was powerless; moreover, General Er Zhu Rong had never even explained why he had to kill them.

General Er Zhu Rong regarded him entirely as a puppet.

Yuan Ziyou's heart was in utter turmoil, his face like

The red threads became the spine behind Hongniang's back, the red threads became the blood vessels and muscles within her body, and finally even her skin was completely replaced by these fine threads.

The expression on Lu Moqi's face sank a few degrees. Only looking at him now did one truly feel that he was a superior — the kind who, no matter how great the storm, could face danger calmly and handle it with composure. He truly had the Lu family's commercial talent in his bones, just like Lu Feifan and Lu Qingfan.

After taking a spin around, Yun Xiang secretly sighed — this was far better than a college dormitory in her later life! The county school also had a place to stay, but several people shared one room. As expected, the conditions in a big place were better.

It seemed something was about to happen; she had already sensed it, so she tightly gripped Lu Qingfan's sleeve. She thought of that dream — the premonition she did not want seemed to have truly come true, and she was very afraid.

Thinking about it, he too would soon be completely forgotten by people, just like that relationship tossed into the heap of old papers.

Wusheng was someone she kept deep in her heart — a very important person, a confidant, a friend, a life-saving benefactor — each of these, she treated earnestly.

Because when Su Junyan's people secretly went about inquiring everywhere, it was not hard to discover that among the human war refugees, some of Su Junhan's believers had already appeared, distributing charity and preaching.

"Just now, the adopted son of the lord of Wanyao City — Wei Cengming — came to sign up, and he even took the initiative to visit me, asking me whether you and I have anyone we fancy. From the looks of it, he cares about you a great deal." Xie Jun said with a face full of joy.

"Ugh…" Si Kong Ling let out a muffled groan, then staggered back a step, and at the same time, a wisp of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Liufeng. Let's go take a look at the silk shop." Princess Yu Fang, thoroughly satisfied, had picked out rouge, face powder, and a peach-blossom dew, and was now impatient to go collect her custom-made clothes.

He spoke with easy nonchalance, yet Shangguan Feng had already heard enough to gape — because she could not believe it. If it were you, would you believe it? No matter how great your ability, could you control the changes of the laws of nature?

"What do you guess she will do?" Watching Longjing depart to carry out the order, Liang Yuanxin settled comfortably on the bamboo couch, glanced at Luo Qingrong, and said.

"Is that so?" An Haotian looked at his schedule — today he did indeed have a date with Delice.

Mo Xiaoxiao's triumph was plain on her face; she thought she had victory in her grasp this time. But when she walked a little closer and saw Yu Shun on the sickbed, her expression suddenly changed drastically, her eyes staring at him in terror.

"Then you have to stay with me tonight. I'm scared by everything you've said, I'm very afraid, you have to protect me." Lü Tianhao said in a wheedling tone.

Restless thoughts lingering until the sky grew faintly light, Lin Su only then fell back into a heavy, drowsy sleep.

What Chen Huan picked up was 52-proof Moutai — to drink the whole bottle like that, Ma Chunqiu felt he was not that foolish. One bottle down, without a break, could very likely kill a person.

Walking forward along the mountain forest for a while, he gazed into the distance and caught sight of the outline of a tall wall behind the rear garden of Wang Fu.

He did not look at their startled faces. If not for the boss's sake, he truly would have wanted to destroy the life they were living now — why would he have stepped in to save Shangguan Jing, restore her looks, and even heal the leg she had wasted away for five years?

Most importantly, they felt their arms aching terribly, so painful they had nearly lost all fighting ability.