Chapter 80
Lord Shu’s ability to actually give birth to a child for General Jing was naturally something no one knew. But
Lord Shu’s ability to actually give birth to a child for General Jing was naturally something no one knew. But
After crossing the Yellow River, there were still more than ten li before they reached Zhuo Commandery. At the banks
On the sixth day in Han Chuan, a light snow fell over the city. The snow fell gently, like a
On the fifth day in Hanchuan, the skies finally cleared for a brief while. It was not a bright clearing.
At the third night in Hanchuan, Xiao Yuan brought back the first batch of seeds. Those things were packed in
Jun Huailang smiled and said half-jokingly, “Why wouldn’t I dare? Could it be that Her Ladyship’s departed soul is so
Jun Huailang and Jun Linghuan settled down in Mingluan Palace just like that. To keep Jun Huailang from falling behind
After the thirty strokes of the staff were finished, the white marble steps were already stained with bright red blood.
On the third day in Hanchuan, there were finally sounds of people in the city. It was not noise, nor
On the second day in Hanchuan, the skies still had not cleared. The snowstorm had stopped for half the night,
Chapter 40 When Su Muchen spread out the “Emergency Supplies Plan for the Northern Frontier,” Xiao Yuan finally saw clearly
Thus, late that night, Shu Changyu hurried to the military camp to ask about him, only to learn that Jing
“Clatter.” Shu Changyu’s hand trembled, and his chopsticks fell onto the table. He glanced sideways at Jing Mu, but Jing
Though Shu Changyu had woken up, he did not return to the front lines. Battle reports came from the front
At dawn, Luoxia Ridge looked like a sheet of rice paper soaked in ink, the dense, impenetrable mist winding between
Xue Yan was over there, and Jun Huailang was unwilling to go over. But Jun Linghuan had sharp eyes and
The atmosphere in the hall immediately became even more tense. Emperor Qingping furrowed his brows, and his originally cold tone
Xue Yunhuan trotted along after Jun Huailang, vividly recounting all sorts of gossip and strange tales about Xue Yan in
“Lord Xihe, what do you think I’ve been hiding from you?” When Gu Mang asked this question, the expression on
Inside Yifang Pavilion, coils of incense smoke curled languidly through the air. Soft crimson carpets covered the floor, and an