Chapter 45 The Bathroom Is Quite Nice

Hua Susu cast a cold glance at Su Leyao: "Are you teaching me how to do my job?"
Su Leyao tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and said, "Princess, what do you mean by that? I didn't mean it that way, just a kind reminder. After all, if the school teachers were to find out about this, it wouldn't look very good."
"Right now, the sandstorm outside is raging. If we hadn't come inside and were swept away by the wind, the Princess would be responsible for it."
"Classmates should help each other out, even if the Princess—"
Su Ruotong arrived in the capital in the afternoon. With the time delayed on the road, and considering it was winter, it was already pitch black by this time, and nothing could be seen at all.
The next day was the Emperor's birthday, and Dong Zhuo designated a grand birthday party to be held in front of the main hall of the imperial palace, causing the interior and exterior of the palace to buzz with activity.
At noon that day, as I was lying on the ground, I heard the clattering sound of the door opening from outside. Instantly thrilled, I jumped straight up, rushed over, yanked the door open, and prepared to run right out.
Prince Rui flicked his sleeve, stood up, paced over to Lin Xi, and casually picked up a book from the table, handing it to Lin Xi.
The cyan-robed youth's chasing figure came to an abrupt halt, standing frozen in place, looking with utter disbelief at Fang Yan, who had already reached the flat ground.
"Crash—" A teacup shattered right at Eunuch Fang's toes, startling him into a shudder. Consort Liang's eyes were bulging, a gloomy sense of danger brewing within them. Looking at her hands, they were gripping the armrest of the couch so tightly that her white knuckles betrayed her suppressed fury.
Although it was foolish, dragons are different from humans; even if a dragon has never met someone before, it can still instantly know their background and identity.
My heart felt an itch as well. Han Xue was so pretty and yet so seductive. I really wondered what it would feel like to do it with her; it must be exceptionally amazing.
"That's fine, I suppose, but anyway, she's the one I'm pursuing now," Xiao Yun'er said, making a infatuated expression as starry-eyed hearts kept popping out of her bright eyes.
Living under the same roof, crossing paths was inevitable. Every time she bumped into Ye Mingzhu, this brainless and arrogant girl would always provoke her, leading to numerous clashes between them. However, Shi Zhongyu couldn't be bothered with her and mostly avoided conflicts, perhaps giving Ye Mingzhu the wrong impression?
Bai Cai gu was greatly startled, his hands forced to release the tomb owner in his arms as he leaped backward two steps.
Murong Chu was talking to Xia Shixiong, and when he saw Shi Zhongyu enter, his eyes instantly lit up. For some reason, he always felt she grew more beautiful by the day, making it impossible for him to let go no matter how hard he tried. She already had his seventh brother's child, so why did he still care?
"I think so too. She must have remembered something... Huh? Recovering her power? Was Xingli very strong before?" Xing Bao'er asked, her expression still filled with deep concern.
Some of the wounded tried their best to endure, yet the autumn morning forced out a heavy sweat all over them, and they bit their lips until they bled.
As Sanniang and her sisters emerged from Lady Sun's main chamber and stepped into the courtyard where there was no one else around, Siniang and Liuniang opened the purses in their hands. Just as Sanniang had anticipated, inside were indeed the exact same gold begonia nuggets as hers.
Seeing the scene before him, Luo Fengxue was puzzled. How did Senior Brother Ye and Bai Yanfei end up in a conflict?
He could not remember the past, but the struggle for imperial power was never between just a few factions, but many. Ultimately, there might have been many rebellious kings, but they simply failed. Once defeated, their specific identities no longer mattered.
What was she wearing? Why was she smiling so alluringly? It made all the blood in his body rush to one place.
However, this actually suited Fan Wu's machine gun attacks. What Fan Wu wanted were half-dead enemies as sources of soul power, while Fan Gui's iron chains seemed capable of infinite extension, hauling the injured Blade Demons back in strings, even more efficiently than the fat guy's transport.