Chapter 155: The Sword's Edge Dissolved by Cleanliness

This is Esperanto.
Back when Jiang Huan was a live-streamer, she had accidentally learned that such a language as Esperanto existed, though it never became mainstream.
She had only picked up some very basic conversational phrases, but recalling them now with some difficulty, she managed to piece together what the other person was saying.
Jiang Huan pulled out a small mirror and, using the reflected angle, discovered a few kids who looked underage.
Jiang Huan did not dare to reveal herself rashly. Pulling out a smoke bomb, she thought to herself, "I'm sorry..."
Hearing those patients praise the two resident physicians of the Divine Needle Hall, the two young men felt immensely proud as well. They straightened their backs even more, and their gazes toward Ye Chen turned increasingly disdainful.
This was actually what he had always pursued; therefore, if he could not figure out what he wanted or what he ought to ask for at a moment like this, the resulting difference would be enormous.
"Your subordinate has already arranged everything. The medicine will be delivered tomorrow." Having found trusted acquaintances to test it first to ensure there were no adverse effects, he finally dared to submit the medicine for Lady Mu Yi on behalf of Yu Zichen.
"Hey, I say things have been a bit too lively around here lately. Why don't we collect the protection money more often? The gang's been desperately short on cash lately anyway," a voice abruptly echoed from behind while Ye Chen was calmly sipping his tea, implying clearly that they had come to shake him down.
That night, Dumu Yunze carried Duanmu Qingrang on his back all the way from Ziyu Garden to Lotus Residence. The sky was filled with high stars and a bright moon, a gentle breeze blew along the road, flowers were half-closed, accompanied occasionally by the chirping of insects. Duanmu Qingrang had a rare and wonderful dream, in which she and her parents sat by the lotus pond laughing.
This time, the old man looked at Lin Tianyao without demanding that he stay, simply watching him leave.
Feng Hua gently nodded, watching Ruoxin's retreating figure with a gaze as clear and soft as water, filled with lingering affection.
Yet it was obvious that the poor teammate wasn't him, but Xu Yi, who kept making mistakes. Lin墨 sighed inwardly, but could only quietly follow behind him to provide support.
Thus, the actual differences in the actions that could be taken at such a moment would be immeasurable.
That should be impossible. Right now, which department within traditional Chinese medicine isn't speaking up for Ye Chen? Not because of what kind of person Ye Chen is, but because this matter directly concerns the very survival and growth of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department.
He regarded fighting against Beiming Ao and ruling his dark empire as the two major undertakings of his life.
The Emperor halted his steps, glanced at him, and said expressionlessly, "You go. I won't go." With that, he grabbed me and strode away once more.
At this moment, the hand with which I swept through the current felt as heavy as if it were clutching a handful of stones. I knew clearly that this was caused by the immense water pressure of the deep sea. To be honest, the reduction in our mobility was just as well, as I had not felt any other discomfort aside from that.
Song Yuanning had gone mad enough to attend the morning court session, but had his crown prince brother gone mad too, to utter such... unreliable nonsense and behave in such a sabotaging manner?
I forced my eyes closed, and the instant I opened them again, I met a pair of eyes—eyes as still and deep as water, into which anyone who gazed would hopelessly lose themselves.
At this moment, in the center of the dance floor illuminated only by a few slanting, dim lights, two fluorescent tubes of differing lengths slowly rose from the ground, and the figures illuminated by the tubes swayed and spun rhythmically to the music.
Our ship was roughly divided into three layers. Aside from the bridge and the resting quarters, there was the lower deck dedicated to scientific research. Half of that area was completely submerged in water, packed with various precision instruments, and the conference room mentioned by the professor was located right there.
Department Head Qu stood nearby, panting heavily with rage, repeatedly reminding himself that the person in front of him was his direct superior and possessed the strength to flatten a hundred of him with a wave of her hand. Without that comforting thought, he felt he might have pounced forward and taken a vicious bite out of her.
Holding an ancient zither in her hands, Leng Yuefeng had originally wanted to practice her instrument in the bamboo grove. Just as she began, she saw someone walk past. Finding the figure familiar, she hurried over to take a closer look, only to discover it was her thorn-in-the-side eldest sister, Leng Yuehuang.