The Prince was attacked in the palace. The attacker was Cao Qin.
The news spread, causing a stir throughout the palace both inside and out.
When Su Jun arrived at the Prince's bedroom, there were already many people standing outside. Inside and out, the atmosphere was solemn and serious.
Su Jun saw the guard outside, An Gonggong, and said, "Is the Emperor inside?"
After receiving an affirmative answer, Su Jun was preparing to wait in the corridor for the Prince and his father to finish their conversation, but was suddenly called into the room.
Su Jun instructed Qiu Lu to wait outside the hall, and walked in alone.
However, the only way he can show his worth now is to try his best to hold off these guys, preventing them from rushing in.
Xue Yun isn't as calm as he appears on the surface. What if the zombie acts stupidly? He doesn't want to die young.
Yu Xiaofeng mentioned the investigation group sent by the provincial party. Currently, rumors are flying in Dongjiang, and Wang Peng is in a very unfavorable position.
Shortly after Liuhuo and Luo Li hurried to the Third Military General Hospital, Director Yang left the military headquarters escorted by the driver and bodyguards.
In that case, the murderer must know Yamanaka Jiro and have a blood feud with him. Using his genitals for a sacrifice is very likely to mean that Yamanaka Jiro has committed grave sins in terms of sex.
"Publishing the news directly on the newspaper and hinting at Bai Chenfan is the best way." Jing Mo Xuan slowly said.
Touched, unwilling, and anxious, tears streamed down her face involuntarily. However, it was useless and no solution could be thought of at that moment.
Everyone watched once again this battle that exceeded their understanding, whether it was the skeleton dragon spirit or the lost heart. Both were far beyond their cognition, with powerful forces and aerial combat.
If Zhou Xiong leading the army to arrest people at Xu's residence shocks the nine dragons, then Zhou Xiong's subsequent words almost caused the nine dragons to storm the palace and personally question him as to why he would involve the entire Xu family because of his foster father's affairs.
"Is there anything to be ashamed of? This is clearly a happy event," Jing Mo Xuan said with a serious face.
The dinner party was naturally lacking in anything remarkable. No matter how much Li Hai wanted to do as he pleased, he couldn't expect to get a full meal at such a dinner. Zhao Laoer also seemed to be going through the motions, raising his cup to make three toasts before getting up and leaving the scene. A crowd followed him out, leaving only the Mayor of Zhijiang City, Wu Yanling, as the guest of honor.
The person in charge of receiving guests led Li Hai to a quiet room. There were sofas and coffee tables, and tea was even prepared. Li Hai's heart relaxed, as it looked like this was indeed a good thing. He wasn't being treated as a criminal.
Although there was some reluctance, Grandma didn't keep him too long. She just invited Yichen to come and play again next time.
She even called him herself! At such a late time, if he really cared about her sincerity, he should at least have called to ask what she was doing.
He calmed his heart and scanned the people around him with spiritual power. He found no signs of killing intent, which proved that at least up to now, he had not been discovered by Wang Bao's people.
Her thin, emaciated arm was pierced with a needle tube. Above her head, a bag of liquid was dripping drop by drop into the intravenous tube, slowly flowing into her body.
The An family's house was brightly lit, filled with laughter and chatter. Shadows of people were cast on the window glass, making her, standing under the streetlight, look even more solitary.
However, seeing the care in Song Xiao Yan's heart, I still feel very relieved. At least, the efforts I've made haven't been in vain.
We also encountered a group of evil spirits in a rush, but they seemed to be afraid of the big thing we were carrying, and none of them dared to get close.
Thought of the four women, I remember when I was in the palace, every year's tribute to Mengshan Ganlu was still three or five catties. This Mengshan Huangma only had two or three catties, even more suspicious.
However, he couldn't bear the hunger in his stomach, and he ate the soup and noodles clean. He took the remaining box in his hand, twisted it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can, saving himself a trip to the trash can.
