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His leopard was just an ordinary leopard, but this newcomer had actually come riding on a majestic-looking eagle?
She couldn't keep swallowing this insult. She had to find a way to deal with it. Next time, she would make Feng Yuetong pay.
There were not only scholars, but also officials, numerous landowners and gentry, and even some artisans and master craftsmen.
Lu Sheng took a deep breath and followed Lan Linglong. Under everyone's gaze, he slowly left the martial arts training hall.
Based on his estimate, with the rules warped by mixing the Three-Colored Clothes team into the Blade Mountain trial, even he should have had a hard time. But in fact, throughout the whole ordeal, he hadn't sensed any erosion or contamination.
Who knew that misfortune could strike at any moment? Gao Yanzheng, who had always been hale and hearty, suddenly fell ill on New Year's Eve. He had yet to recover despite prolonged treatment, and remained bedridden. They said a nation could not go a day without its ruler, but because of his grave illness, he had been unable to hold court since the New Year, leaving the government in disarray.
She suddenly drew her dagger and pointed it at Feng Yuetong. If Feng Yuetong dared take another step closer, she would make sure Feng Yuetong died.
Many officials looked at Xia Zhibai with hostility and fear. His remarks today had thoroughly terrified them.
He was willing to give away his beautiful maids and beloved concubines, but anyone who wanted to ask him for a treasured sword or fine steed would find it harder than climbing to the heavens. He might even turn against them.
Once he was far enough from the angler, Zhao Yu bit his finger without expression. Blood dripped steadily from the wound.