Chapter 38: Old Dreams

Chen Xiuhua, on the other hand, was full of warmth. She took out a sheet of letter paper with her address and workplace written on it from her crossbody bag and slipped it into her hand, saying, “You are the benefactor of Yongjian and me. If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to come to us.”

Gu Zhuo didn’t quite know how to respond.

She always seemed bewildered by others’ enthusiasm, unable to reciprocate in equal measure.

Chen Xiuhua repeated her thanks over and over, right up until the train was about to depart.

Luo Yulan’s hand gripped her handkerchief tightly. After a moment, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze was clear.

“Tell me, who are we going to kill?” San, who had been sitting on the chair, suddenly hopped onto it. Jun Qingming shot her a cold, elegant glance, and she obediently jumped down, settling back onto her seat.

Yun Hao’s heart was in turmoil. Three years ago, the one who saved him had turned out to be the current Empress. There was barely anyone who didn’t know Sang Jin Yue, especially since he was often out and about; he knew many things about her.

“When we get home, find someone to dig out the bamboo grove in the courtyard.” Mu Yi gave instructions without turning his head.

Back then, Mu Yi had grasped the profound truths of water, fire, and thunder, but with spatial intent, he hadn’t even managed to take the first step. Part of it was because he hadn’t chosen that path, but more importantly, even merely entering the threshold was exceedingly difficult.

“Rider, turn left, take the main road!” Teacher Jiang surveyed the terrain, feeling a bit nervous in his heart. As expected, everyone who had come to this competition was formidable; in the very first round, he’d encountered such a powerful opponent.

“Who are you? Why are you looking for me?” When Wang Chuntian opened the door and saw Wu Yong, she spoke unhappily. Apparently, she was about to get intimate with her new boyfriend, and now, being disturbed for no reason, she was naturally displeased.

“Go!” Hu Die signaled to Wu Yong and the others, and everyone surged forward, pinning Zhao Kuo down and tying him up securely. It was quite odd—after the jailbreak incident, it seemed as if they shared a tacit understanding; a single glance, a single movement, and they could grasp each other's intentions.

He should have been a handsome man, but his face was ruined, masked forever by that iron visage.

In the original timeline, before Li Zicheng entered Beijing, he didn’t forget to split his forces towards Huguang and Henan, and ultimately engaged in a tug-of-war with the Qing army at Tongguan and Luoyang. These were among the few battles where the Shun army could claim any merit, though in the end, they still lost.

“Your Majesty, this is the memorial of self-reproach from Qi Shijiao and others. Please take a look.” Fang Congzhe pulled the memorial from his sleeve and handed it to the eunuch, who then passed it to Zhu Youxiao.

Bai Yunwei had thought that Yu Huan would be eliminated this time, but instead, Yu Huan received high praise for her performance. Now, it was uncertain who would take first place.

Luo Yu watched as Luo Qi entered the dormitory building before letting the smile fade from her lips. She seemed to understand now why, in her previous life, Luo Qi had shown her and her mother the spatial bracelet after meeting them.

The two families had been so close; Shen Zhi'an didn’t want to watch the Lu family fall into such straits.

“I am well aware,” Yuan Yingtai sighed, his disagreement with Xiong Tingbi, the governor of Liaodong, was no secret; the emperor had chosen Xiong Tingbi over him.

Thinking of this, Li Hongjin broke out in a cold sweat. Had his grandson not discovered it in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Zhang Fei rolled up his sleeves, selected ingredients from the fridge, and started preparing them on the kitchen counter. Gu Yan found some seasonings in a corner, took a few bowls, and mixed up several dipping sauces.

Details of every event began to replay in my mind. I remembered Da Hei saying that when Chen Kun met him, they had a conversation.

Xiang Nuanyang looked to Old Lu for advice, but Old Lu seemed lost in thought, absent-minded.

I never saw the anthill again, nor did any crisis arise. The mouse’s observations didn’t reveal any bracelet-wearing individuals in Jianghai City.

It was the dead of winter, and the distance was short, but Elder Brother-in-law Feng Chengzhuo still waited outside the gate as etiquette demanded. When he saw me approaching, he hurried forward, and we both bent low in greeting before entering the Feng household together, smiling.

“Your words are strange, Prince. You want to put on airs and make friends, what does that have to do with me? Why should I give you face?” Snow Plum laughed.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Wen had been hiding in the cave for more than half a month. Si Feng had visited him several times, but since the quantity was still insufficient, he hadn’t left.

“Brother Jian, what’s this…?” As the second bolt of lightning struck, Feng Xishan sensed its immense power and asked in alarm.

A Tie still remembered that in the long corridor leading to the temple, he had once heard the deity recite this poem. Now, as the deity recited it again at this time and place, was there some close connection between this poem, the second miracle, and the entire matter?

They say a fool’s luck is true; Alice used to doubt it, but now she saw there really was something to it—no wonder Li Kuafu could buy the Soul-Fixing Pearl from an old beggar for just twenty yuan.

During the event, there were exhibitions of ice lanterns, snow sculptures, ice bonsai, ice landscapes, ice carvings, and ice flowers. At the same time, the organizers combined economic activities, holding cooperation and technology fairs, information release meetings, material trading events, and new product patent exhibitions.

“Mr. Zhongkai, don’t you see? The Premier is using market openness and investment as a bargaining chip.” Wang Jingwei, having been a foreign minister for many years, was well-versed in negotiating tricks.

However, before the Chinese army began its offensive, Frunze encountered unexpected difficulties.

“Brother Jiansheng, how are things?” Chang Ruiqing walked in from outside, seeing Bai Chongxi sipping tea and dealing with a telegram, appearing quite relaxed.

“Brother Ling, it looks like they’re going to attack us together. Why don’t we join forces and deal with them first?” All the students from Jiaolong Academy gathered around Ling Tianxing, seeking his protection.

“What?!” Yan Xiu, upon hearing this, shoved aside the maid blocking his way and rushed straight to Yan Xian’er’s room.

Her gathered hair revealed fair skin and a soft, graceful neck. Two pearly white water droplets appeared beneath her eyes, like ice floating on the surface of a clear lake.