One Hundred Fifty Shi

At Half-Acre Gorge, on a hillside nine feet above the water, Zuo Gaofeng stood outside the fence wall, overcome with emotion.

"Ten years since we parted, Zuo..."

"Twelve years!" Tan Bazhang corrected him.

"Was it?" Zuo Gaofeng asked doubtfully.

"Wasn't it?" Tan Bazhang began counting on his fingers again.

Zuo Gaofeng had wanted to sigh a few more words of sentiment, but Tan Bazhang's interruption wiped his mind blank. Powerlessly waving a hand, he pushed open the wooden door.

Originally... Qing Yue's expression froze. Angry? When had she ever made a fuss? And why would she lose her temper? If it was because of the past, then she was only angry at herself—angry at her own foolishness.

As he spoke, Chu Yun opened the cage, carried out the thing inside, and stroked its head.

"Miss Xiao Xiao, we've disturbed you greatly tonight. Let me sing you a song as an apology." Miao Jiu Jiu smiled after speaking. This cover of a story song was enough to wring tears from one's heart. If it worked, everyone would be happy; if it did not, there was nothing she could do.

Xiao Yi kept belching, yet an incomparably rich scent of medicinal herbs spread in all directions.

Seeing Li Weiming sigh for no apparent reason, Uncle Zhao did not know what to say for a moment.

"Of course, of course. I'll take Miss Su to see third brother right away. My third brother is Zhao Yingying's husband, and we can have Yingying's injuries looked at as well." As Mu Jinglin spoke, he immediately led Su Yue toward the western room, no longer caring whether Zhao Yingying had finished eating.

At that time, the shock in Xiao Yi's eyes was beyond measure. As he walked, he kept pondering Long Teng Academy's background deep in