Volume 1, Chapter 55: Sharing a School District Apartment

Situ Suinian's gaze flickered in surprise; she was actually so well-informed about Zhou Jincheng's itinerary.
An indescribable sourness welled up in his heart.
After finishing her meal, little Jing squatted by the toy sandbox, using a small shovel to dig intently while building the castle of her imagination.
Yu Jin sat on the nearby sofa, holding his phone with a deeply furrowed brow.

In past years, the very first person to arrive at the Thousand Buddha Hall of the Hall of Compassionate Tranquility on the Laba Festival was invariably the Empress, and she came with her own selfish motives. Every Laba Festival, the Emperor would also send a bowl of Laba porridge. The Empress did this, first, in hopes of encountering the Emperor in the Hall of Compassionate Tranquility, and second, to put on a display of filial piety for the Emperor to see.

"Everyone in Peony Palace has worked hard; grant you all one year's monthly stipend." As soon as the Emperor finished speaking, all the servants in Peony Palace were filled with joy and hurriedly dropped to their knees to express their gratitude.

Moreover, when she had looked around earlier across the boundless waterways, she had not seen any other human beings, so she could basically conclude that Xiao Yu and Qiu Bai probably had not landed in the same place as her.

One looked to be only in his twenties or thirties, while the other appeared to be around forty. Both stood well over six feet tall, with massive frames and imposing builds—one could tell at a glance that they were not forces to be reckoned with.

Sun Yi seemed to hold the man with the mole right before him in extreme disdain, letting out a cold snort and treating him as if he were completely air.

Within a few minutes, Wu Jiangtao had washed the pots, bowls, pans, and ladles, placing them neatly into the sterilizing cabinet. When he turned back around, he saw Chen Jun waiting for him by the doorway, her face full of exhaustion.

She used dance to express her pity for all living beings, never imagining that one day the costumes she cherished so deeply would be reduced to ashes because of a single word from those in power.

As for herself, Xu Suining had originally thought her favorable impression of Luo Zhihe might be a bit stronger, but now that things had been made clear, she never expected to feel such a sense of relief.

Seeing this, Director Pan was slightly surprised, a look of intrigued interest surfacing on her face; if the baby came running the moment she called, it would have instead suggested that they might be overly clingy toward their parents.

Papa Chen still had some impression of this young man, as Papa Wu had introduced him specially at the banquet last night.

"What kind of thing do you think you are? How dare you point fingers and order me around? My mouth is on my own body, I'll say whatever I damn well please, is that any of your business?" Duan Meirong clearly lacked the ability to assess the situation, or perhaps she simply did not care in the least about the warnings of a lowly commoner like Liu Yu.

Mabui looked closely, and after confirming the location, instructed Heisuke to gather up the looted supplies.

There should be no mature glass-making technology right now, so selling these items for a high price should be quite easy.

Hearing this, Bailan at the side hurriedly gave a few soft coughs to mask her embarrassment, and then, after the hot water was brought over, helped Yushu undress.

Holding the stem of a chili pepper with one hand and grasping the fiery red pepper with the other, she gave a gentle tug, plucked the pepper off, and dropped it into the bamboo basket held in her hand.

Thinking of this, Yan Lihua could no longer sit still and instantly stood up, only to have her hand grabbed tightly by Yurong.

By then, the scenery at the end of the road would definitely not辜负 (fail to live up to) every single drop of sweat she had shed along the journey.

Especially the parts where Zhu Yuanzhang supported the common people in reclaiming wasteland, which he thought were exceptionally brilliant.

In this area, although it was right next to a high school and could be considered a school-district housing area, the apartment buildings were already saturated in L County, which had a total population of just over two hundred thousand including all the surrounding towns and villages.

At a time like this, there was nothing particularly strange about Prince Jing turning traitor; a prince who didn't love the imperial throne was not a qualified prince, even though this rumored Prince Jing was said to be utterly spineless—it was just that the Imperial Preceptor's ambition was truly massive.

Only then did Feng Lihua remember that it was she who, separated by ten thousand miles, had made a phone call to entrust a friend with arranging a match for her son. Yet now that they were on the verge of getting married, she was backing out on her word, which indeed made very little sense.