Chapter 7: Xu Chengjun, Sing Us a Song!

In the end, Lin Yimin’s desire to host the meal was defeated by his desire to dine with the writer Xu Chengjun.
"Well..."
"No more 'wells.' Let's eat together tonight at the canteen."
"Then I shall follow your lead." Comrade Lin Yimin chose to remain in close solidarity with Comrade Xu Chengjun.
On the way from Songzhuang to the Fudan First Student Canteen, Comrade Lin Yimin fully exerted his subjective initiative as a literature enthusiast, delving deep into Xu...
"Bao Niang, you can only blame me. I sowed too many seeds; sooner or later, the fire would burn my own house. There is no need to blame yourself. Just promise me one thing, and it will be worth the affection I have shown you," Cui Chengxiu comforted her softly.
"The truth? The truth is that Consort Li can no longer tolerate me. That day, she personally suggested to the Emperor that I be transferred to Qinghua Palace, intending for me to follow in the footsteps of Consort Shu," Qingshuang said calmly, then raised her eyes to look at Prince Xi, her clear pupils shimmering with a faint, rippling light.
As Xinhu looked up, Ruan Zhishui had already reached her. Standing within arm's reach, his jade-like fingers brushed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"By the way, you aren't manipulating certain sects behind the scenes to influence the outcome of the competition, are you?" An inspiration struck Xinhu, and the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. She cast a suspicious glance at Qin Wuyan.
That night, I tossed and turned in my hospital bed, unable to sleep. The thought of Liu Xin felt like a thorn in my heart, hurting even more than it had right after the surgery.
Fortunately, when the bald man left the ward, he only left the door ajar rather than closing it completely, and the sound of rasping, harsh snoring drifted from the bed.
Consort Li was stunned on the spot, as if she could not believe her own ears. Ever since she learned that Prince Xi was her own flesh and blood, no matter how much she tried to curry favor, she had never received a kind look from him, let alone be addressed as mother.
In this match, both sides were missing a key defensive player. Although Pepe and Raphael Varane were sidelined, the combination of Nacho Fernandez and Sergio Ramos was no less capable than the former in terms of flexibility, mobility, and athleticism. Therefore, Real Madrid’s defense did not fear strikers who relied on speed and technique.
"It is about the three shops owned by the Second Lady..." She hesitated to continue; these schemes and calculations were best discussed in private, so as not to pollute the innocent son-in-law.
Shota and Ze stood rooted to the spot. The bullet had just grazed their chests, leaving a scorched mark clearly visible on their black jackets.
Early the next morning, Xiao Fan got up to tidy up the mess from the night before, washed his face, and went to wait for Xiang Jinyi and the others at the gate of Cangying Academy.
Wang Erhu did not waste words. He had someone hand out a report for them to read while he sat in the main seat, sipping tea and watching them. It was perfectly quiet; no one made a sound, all silently perusing the documents.
Mao Qingfeng, regardless of the consequences, ran angrily toward the kitchen, for he had heard clearly that the final sound had originated from there.
Upon hearing this, Shen Xinghe’s face immediately filled with wild joy, following the direction of Shi Xuan’s gaze toward the white-haired youth who was stepping on clouds and mist as if riding the wind.
A lion’s roar erupted, spreading in all directions like a giant wave, majestic and carrying a power that shook the very soul.
In comparison, Zhou Xianzhong’s personality and his way of handling matters seemed childish, like that of an immature child.
Hearing this, Blood Bodhi finally understood why Wu Xi had provoked the Thunder Lion and allowed it to summon allies.
Beiye Ao could see it now: this red-haired alchemy master at the Great Completion stage was likely a shill working for the Alchemy Pavilion.
The fox clicked its tongue with a crafty, cunning air, slouching about in a lazy, unkempt manner, with no decorum in how it sat or stood.
"Three times?" Li Siye sat down beside her. Seeing that her pain had eased slightly, he felt less panicked and began to ask about the medicine.