Chapter 94: A Good Night

here in the Qixing Lou secret realm is Jiang Wang, who, in order to make up for his own regrets, has gone all out.He left the intense situation in Linzi and came to Qixing Lou alone. His purpose was v...Master Jiang was taken aback: "No, wasn't it you who just said—"

"What do you mean by that I don't understand! I said cultivation shouldn't be relaxed, but I never said we can't relax during the year! Look at you, even calling AnAn back. Really!" Ye Zhenren sternly criticized Jiang Zhenren, then looked at Jiang AnAn with a kind expression: "It's alright, continue playing. We can talk about cultivation later."

Obviously, after almost facing the situation of being alone for New Year's Eve as a left-behind elderly person, Ye Gezhu is heartbroken and wants to play the game of uniting and dividing, redistributing his forces.

Ginger Anan was no longer seven or eight years old, of course she knew Old Mr. Ye's cunning, but being allowed to play was a good thing after all. So she secretly smiled and looked at her elder brother.

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Jiang Wang looked helpless.

Jiang An'an casually picked a piece of rice cake from her brother's plate and called out, "Stupid Hui!"

Cunning Gray swallowed the food bowl in one gulp, then with a flash of movement, transformed into a massive quadrupedal creature. Its flames danced, and its eyes burned with black energy. Its long fur hung like ash-colored silk against the starry night sky.

Ginger An leaped up and, riding upon this beast, journeyed far into the sky.

Jiang Wang is someone who can afford to lose. He admits that Ye Xiaohua set him up and blames himself for not being careful enough, rather than accusing his opponent of being too cunning.

But Ye Qingyu picked up the wine pot and poured wine for her elderly father, but she reminded him in a light tone: “That’s enough now, it’s New Year’s Eve.”

"Look, what is this girl saying" Ye Zhenren looked at Zhu Weiyi and then at the front: "It seems like I'm bullying her!"

Last, she looked at Jiang Wang: "Do I have any"

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"No, no, absolutely not! I and Ye Zhenren are bosom friends who have known each other for many years. How could I possibly "take advantage" of him" Jiang Wang proactively said: "Come, I raise a glass to you, thank you for your care all these years!"

"Whom am I taking care of" Ye Lingxiao asked calmly.

If Master Xie Ye were to take care of Jiang An'an, then this cup of wine would be unnecessary. The Lord of Lingxiao Pavilion takes care of the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion, there is no need for anyone else to offer thanks!

If Xie Ye Zhenren were to take care of Ye Qingyu... Come to think of it, wouldn't this fairyland be in quite a stir during the New Year!

"Thanks for taking care of me!" Jiang Wang dodged the lethal question honestly.

The two of them finished their drink.

Here's to many a toast.

Ye Zhenren, with a hint of alcohol in his breath, seemed genuinely a little tipsy. He leaned against Jiang Wang's shoulder, putting on an air of sincerity: "Wang ah. You might have misunderstood me!"

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Jiang Wang blinked her eyes: "I've always felt that you are broad-minded, noble and extraordinary...there shouldn't be any misunderstanding, right"

“You have a sharp eye for people!” Ye Zhenren patted his shoulder heavily. “But you might misunderstand my actions.”

"How do you say" Jiang Wang cooperated very well.

"I'm not barring you from entering," Ye Zhenren said earnestly. "I've always admired you. You've forgotten that as a member of the Tai Xu Pavilion, you bear heavy responsibilities and the hopes of many. You must be fair and just, absolutely impartial, and mindful of the impact of your actions. You say you spend your days running to Yun Guo Is that appropriate Even Yun Guo is a nation, and if word gets out that you are colluding with them for free money, it will damage my reputation. I'm not shutting you out, I'm protecting your honor. Do you understand my good intentions"

“Father, you’re drunk!” Ye Qingyu reached out and took away his wine cup.

I wouldn't normally say this, afraid of hurting the younger generation's feelings. But today I've had a bit too much to drink, so you won't mind, will you

Ye Zhenren's face indeed had a hint of blush, with a hint of alcohol in his voice, he said: "Being drunk is just right, the saying goes that 'drunk words speak true!' There are some things...

Ye Qingyu wanted to speak but stopped. Sir, even if you are drunk, there's not a single truthful word!

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“I understand, Ye Zhuzhu.” Jiang Wang nodded politely. “You’ve been so worried about us juniors, it’s time for you to rest properly! Come, I’ll raise another toast to you.”

"I won't drink anymore, I can't hold my liquor." Ye Lingxiao narrowed his eyes: "Where do you want me to rest" Jiang Wanguang looked innocent: "My courtyard has guest rooms."

“Is that so” Ye Zhenren’s eyes were dangerous: “How did I hear a hidden meaning”

"You must have mistaken me!" Jiang Wang smiled simply. "I can't even play the piano. I can't even find the strings, let alone what lies beyond them." Ye Zhenren laughed. "How does my Qing Yu Qin play"

"It's like listening to heavenly music, I'm entranced!"

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Before that flaming tail came along, our precious little girl had never touched a piano.

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Ye Zhenren kept a smile on his face, looked up at the night sky, and said, "What a beautiful moon!"

Jiang Wang said with a strained smile, "It's really beautiful!"

Ye Zhenren retracted his gaze and slowly fell on Jiang Wang's face: "Such a pleasant scenery, why don't we have a spar to enhance this occasion"

Jiang Wang instinctively wanted to climb the ranks smoothly, but suddenly realized that he was already a real person in this world....

Things are different now!

Thinking back to that day's fight, my teeth ache as if it were happening now.

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He was eager to try, but cautioned with a wary tone: "It's just for friendly sparring and fun. I wouldn't need to bring out the Tai Xu Pavilion, would I"

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Ye Zhenren, hearing that this was directed at him, smiled arrogantly: "Fighting with bare hands, without resorting to external forces, is a noble affair!"

This is a test.

Zhi Wei stood silently to the side, and while walking forward, she also took the hot pot away.

Ye Qingyu's wine glass, neither light nor heavy, landed on the table with a gentle thud. Under the moonlight, she revealed a bright and beautiful smile.

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Or should I leave, give you two some space to fight

“What’s with the fighting! You, child!” Ye Lingxiao chuckled as he sat down: “I was talking about a drinking game of rock-paper-scissors, a friendly competition. Where did you get that idea Am I, your father, someone who would stoop to such actions At my age, fighting with young people”

Jiang Wang was also full of smiles and readily rolled up his sleeves: "Uncle Ye, let's have a good drink today!"

He cast his eyes over to the person tending the hotpot and asked, “Are you planning on changing pots”

Xiong forward blinked a dead fish eye: "It's... I guess."

"What are you still standing there for" Zhenren Jiang waved his hand. "It's just next door, go quickly and come back."

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The courtyard quickly buzzed with activity again, filled with the sounds of laughter, cheers, and boisterous revelry throughout the long night.

In the lunar month of spring, the light shines not just on one side.

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The year was Jianli Qi Ming fourth year, the same as the Lunar New Year. In Xincheng City, every household was lit up with festive lights.

Li Jianqiu was wearing an ordinary scholar's robe and walking alone on the long street.

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The crowd was dispersing after a grand fireworks display in the square ahead. He was on one of the streets, flowing in the opposite direction... In the midst of the joyful march of people, he seemed to be retreating.

The figures ahead were all blurry, and the dim lights flickered.

Laughter and cheerful voices echoed in my ears, like they were coming from the sky.

Much of my life, when I recall it, begins to flow.

He often felt that he would die on a New Year's Eve. It was peaceful, like lighting a lamp, and then it went out.

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He often thought back to that night, when Dong A let him leave, giving him a plaque to take to the border.

That was the last time I saw him...

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That seems to be New Year's Eve as well.

"Hey!"

Ahead lay a narrow lane, slightly long, with a wine flag fluttering in the wind.

The old winery was closed, its lights off and no one welcoming guests. But sounds were coming from behind the window.

Li Jianqiu came to his senses and followed the sound. He took a step into the alley, walked into the tavern, and sat down at a long table.

In a room without candles, General Zhuang Guo, with a thick beard covering his face, was sitting in the shadows. On the table were several dishes of snacks and a bowl of rice and a cup of plain water.

"What are you doing wandering around outside on New Year's" Du Yehu asked first.

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“It’s important to go out and see how everyone is living from time to time.” Li Jianqiu said, “While you can’t change your own foolishness, at least you can think more before making a decision.”

“There's no point in looking here.” Du Yexi was blunt: “Where in the capital can you see real life”

"You're right, I don't usually come here either. Perhaps it's because tonight is New Year's Eve, and subconsciously I don't want to go too far..." Li Jianqiu sat upright: "What about you Why didn't you go to Yun Guo"

“There are so many brothers on duty down there, where could I go” Du Yexiao said in a heavy voice. “I used to only focus on fighting and commanding one army. I didn’t know that managing a larger force was such a complex matter. Old Duan only taught me part of it back then, saying I didn't need to learn too much—did he mislead you by saying he didn't believe I could become a general”

Li Jianqiu just smiled faintly.

"I don't believe it myself," Du Yehǔ laughed, grinning. "My talent is very ordinary, and my mind isn't particularly sharp. I have to work harder to live up to those who believe in me."

At this point, he paused: "Fancy a big meal together"

The current Grand Master of the State in Xinzhuang, silently glanced at the simple desk: “Just drinking plain water”

"One shouldn't drink when alone. Reading is already a struggle, and drinking just makes it harder to understand." Du Yecho said enthusiastically, "I'll get you a jar"

“No need. Water is fine.” Li Jianqiu wanted to ask why she didn't order a light, but in the end, he just said, "Speaking of which, it's New Year's Eve. Why would you choose such a place to sit alone"

"This wine shop, Lao Duan brought me here a few times before. The wine is good. I bought it and didn't reopen it, just come sit occasionally... It's not New Year's Eve I let the guards all go home." Du Yexi took a pair of chopsticks and bowl, placing them in front of Li Jianqiu: "Make do and eat something. We're considered together to celebrate the new year."

Li Jianqiu laughed and said, "Consider yourselves fellow villagers!"

“Although I haven't read much, I know that if we were to align with the countryside in court, it wouldn't be a good thing.” Du Yehu let out a laugh: “But it's very suitable for us.”

Since Zhuang Gao's appointment as the first Duke, the entire state of Zhuang has undergone a strategic shift, bringing an end to its policy of full-scale expansion.

Although the military strength of the Zhuang nation was inevitably inferior to that of before, with four sides no longer threatened, the army could focus on guarding the borders. The newly established Zhuang court dedicated itself to national construction, and under the new policies, the pressure on the people was indeed greatly reduced.

Of course, happiness is tangible. During Zhuang Gao's reign, the country was also getting better day by day. To show the difference between the new and old dynasties, it still needs to be reflected in the beast's nest system.

But its reform was not smooth.

The fruits of reform's efforts in garnering public support may not be immediately apparent. However, the sudden decline in output of Kaimen Dan has visibly weakened the nation's war potential.

They are employing a policy of domestic zoning, using favorable conditions to allow people to voluntarily choose whether to live in the nest district. But regardless of how generous the conditions, people generally are unwilling to face the danger.

There are always some people who have to move to the Nest District, and thus they gradually represent the lower strata of society. Residents of the Nest District and non-Nest District residents gradually become differentiated, exacerbating social contradictions... To alleviate this contradiction, the most effective measure at present is to reduce beast nests.

After so long since the new policy was implemented, it finally came to a head with this conflict. This is the result of Li Jianqiu and their team's utmost efforts to salvage the situation.

It turned out that the policies of the Xinhuang court, though carefully considered, were still overly idealistic.

Idealism, because it is too idealistic, is worn down by reality. This is also the way of reality.

So far, the beast's lair in Xinzhuang has been gradually declining. Life for the people within is stable, but voices from the outside world are growing weaker. It's not very noticeable over the next few years because the original army is still at its peak. But after ten or eight years, a cliff-like result is likely to be seen.

There is a considerable amount of criticism from within the government and among the public.

For example, "selling one's ancestral land for a pittance" is not considered harsh. The term "traitor" has also been occasionally used.

"In these years of practice, at least one thing has been proven," Li Jianqiu said. "If we can't solve the problem of opening veins pills, everything else is just trivial. No matter how much we prune it, it won't help. We can't avoid a day when the roots rot and the tree grows old."

"What can we do We can't just give up, can we" Du Yecho shoved a piece of braised pork into his mouth and gobbled down a large mouthful of rice, muttering, "We have to try again."

Li Jianqiu slowly picked up his chopsticks and smiled, "Of course, it's not even dawn yet."

The young rulers named their nation "Qiming," but dawn was still far off on the horizon.

The road is long and the night is deep, another year has passed.

It's three more watches!

To lean against red and nestle beside green is not the carefree act of youth, but rather the enduring spirit of a heart that remains young.

What should be called as crane's hair dyed, it is the chapter of plum blossoms, clouds and dreams willow, Yincheng flower...

On stage, the singing voice rose and fell.

The theater was packed.

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A beautiful woman, gracefully walked into the passage.

Even though the theater was extremely crowded, wherever she walked, gaps would appear. In this way, with a clear objective, she made her way to the third-to-last row. Continuing inward, she finally sat down next to the white-haired man—there wasn't an empty seat here, but as she approached, one magically opened up.

"Having known you for so many years, I never expected you'd come to a place like this." The woman looked around at the noisy environment, her tone casual.

The white-haired man said calmly, "If the world's foremost expert in calculation is here, wouldn't there be anything you couldn't figure out"

After the death of Zhuo Beidou, or more precisely, from the moment he advanced to the Dao of Derivation—the title of "Number One Computational Power in the World" belonged to another. It fell upon Ren Qiu Li, the Celestial Mechanic, Tian Ji Zhenren.

The visitor was none other than Ren Qiuli.

“On this New Year’s Day, you go all the way to Chu State’s capital city theater and squeeze into the crowd just to watch a play—" she scoffed: “It really is like what an old, lonely bachelor would do.”

"Is that so" said Lu Shuanghai, his white hair flowing behind him, in a soft voice.

“Is it the death of Yi Shengfeng that makes you feel lonely” Ren Qiuli asked.

Lu Shuānghe silently watched the stage, not even denying it. Of course, there was absolutely no possibility of agreement.

"Well," Ren Qiu-li said with a touch of boredom, "Perhaps it's just that I, as his senior brother, am more memorable. He spent more time with me than you."

“This is not a matter of time,” Lu Shuanghe said faintly. “The word ‘love’ does not need to exist at all, and you don’t have to remember someone who is heartless.”

Yi Shengfeng was very similar to Lu Shuanghe. Even now, Qiu Li still didn't know if her fondness for this nephew stemmed from their uncanny resemblance in ruthlessness.

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Soothsayers are wise men, but they are the hardest to measure themselves.

At last, she asked, “The world is filled with killing intent. That's how you should cultivate your sword. Did that person really put so much pressure on you”

"It has nothing to do with him," Lu Shuanghe said calmly. "It's just that for my own moment, I have to wait in the strongest state possible."he blood coffin standing behind 'Zhuang Chengqian' suddenly opened!>A stunning woman emerges from the midst.“Zhuang Chengqian” with Song Wanxi’s demonic body and Song Hengjiang’s soul, has forged the...