Chapter 57: Making Food Peaches in Huizhou

Cheng Yubai raised both hands in surrender. "Fine, fine, fine, it's my fault for being clumsy. Then teach me how to fold gold ingots simply so the ancestors won't look down on me. I'm counting on making a good impression in front of them so they'll bless me..."
Right at the last few words, Cheng Yubai leaned close to Jiang Yuan's ear and whispered, "And help me win the beauty's hand."
The warm, moist breath brushed against her earlobe, making Jiang Yuan's face flush. She sat back down and said brightly, "Watch closely then. If you still don't get it this time, I really can't help you anymore. Look, it's—"
Perhaps even he himself had never expected that rather than dying at the hands of the enemy, he would be killed by his own master. What a profound tragedy.
The few of them fell silent. A fleeting, obscure glint suddenly flashed across Madam Bai's turbid eyes, vanishing in an instant so quickly that none of them noticed it.
Everyone's eyes seemed to undergo a transformation in a split second—a chilling, blood-red hue that appeared as though it might drip blood. As the fierce battle deadlocked, the murderous aura around them grew even denser, projecting a terrifying presence.
To demonstrate their sincerity in assisting the Prince of Jin, the two of them shared their deductions regarding the miasma with him.
If all of this had truly been accomplished by Long Xingyun single-handedly, then he was truly worthy of being described as a favored son of heaven and a peerless talent.
Those who failed in their negotiations naturally hurled harsh threats before fleeing back in disarray.
In truth, Qing Binghe's consciousness was burning with anxiety, but he was completely unable to control his body right now. His body was being controlled by Meishi. After making that demand, Meishi had simply seized direct control of his body without caring whether he agreed or not, leaving Qing Binghe utterly powerless to resist.
Gu Canglan, Bai Chang, Gu Hong, and Xuan Wu all stepped forward in unison, calling out together with a rather surprising sense of tacit coordination.
Following another flash of light, the Heavenly Mystery Mirror likewise transformed into a spirit. A trace of hesitation flickered across Jing's eyes, though it vanished instantly.
Her opponent, Gizeh, had already been waiting on the stage for a long time. A ferocious smile hung on the corners of his mouth, while bubbles continuously emerged from his chest, exuding wave after wave of foul stench.
Although Sheng Xiao's soul still remained, the physical body that had been so intimate with her was gone.
She rubbed her eyes and looked again, only to find the scenery of her past life unchanged. She gave Jian Rong in her arms a gentle pinch, causing the fur all over Jian Rong's body to instantly stand on end as it let out a series of yipping cries.
Not long after, Gu Qianruo felt her body regain mobility, and the agonizing twisting pain in her internal organs eased considerably.
He was the one who had initially spearheaded and planned the embezzlement of the disaster relief funds for the three provinces. Did they really think a mere Noble Consort Shu could be enough to elevate all of you?
Chu Xingyuan looked at these more than twenty pillars of the Great Liang nation, every single one of whom held a vital post or wielded military power. The fact that all these individuals were connected to this Prince Qian was truly baffling; many of them were even imperial relatives bound by marriage through princesses bestowed by the emperor in marriage.
Even though the motorcycle had already pulled away by a distance of several dozen meters, the golden-ringed butterfly was a spirit creature, and at such a distance, striking the person on the vehicle posed no problem at all.
Judging from Fan Yun's words, Zi Xinwei figured that the other party probably hadn't seen those posts on the internet, or had seen them without realizing that she had already recognized that person as Russell.
Everyone instantly quieted down, though looks of astonishment still lingered on their faces. Could it be that when Feng Shangxuan was emperor, he simply washed his hands of all state affairs? Or did he completely ignore worldly matters and dedicate himself purely to pleasure?
"How can you say something like that? Do you take me for some sort of fool devoid of common sense?" Li Leyun cast a hostile glare at Lan Mengqing.
With that matter settled, Lu Siye canceled his flight ticket and remained in Canghai, considering it a period for recuperation.
Mu Xi treated Murong Youchen with cold indifference. If not for the fact that he was an imperial prince, she would have cursed him out long ago.
Helian Zhuofan was only tagging along with such a shameless attitude to see just how thriving the business of those shops bestowed upon Mu Qianxun could become, as he was consumed by envy deep down in his heart.