Chapter 35: The Master Perfumer Shifts the Blame
Bai Huan bowed and said, “Green Blade and Black Horn are one and the same. This name comes from the poet Li’s verse, ‘The black horn sways in green, the iris soaks in blue.’ People of distinction in the city like elegant names; there are many refined names for Black Horn. However…” Bai Huan smiled shyly, “Your Majesty and the Imperial Consort surely have never used it.”
The Emperor and the Consort exchanged curious glances; the Consort even leaned in to sniff it, “Indeed, I have never used it, but it seems I’ve smelled it somewhere before.”
The New Year’s bell rang. The scholar, with nowhere to go, stayed home with Hashun Gerli watching the Spring Festival Gala. Suddenly, the phone connecting the shop to the residence rang. The scholar hurried to answer, and at once recognized Zhang Mingyun’s voice.
That evening, the scholar invited Lu Dalin and Sickle for a meal. The three drank heavily, saying little due to their melancholy. It was a night for drowning sorrows in drink; before long, all three were drunk, and they staggered home.
Suddenly, Tang Cheng stumbled, nearly falling, but his body instinctively halted him in place.
Putting down the mouse, the scholar once again dialed Wang Weishu’s mobile, but the voice prompt said the call could not be connected.
It seems men truly are creatures governed by their lower bodies. Clearly, there is no need for me to seek another man. After all, these men care only for wealth and flesh; surely, they think of nothing else.
No matter how provocatively or revealingly she dressed, the Masked Man showed not the slightest reaction, as if he saw nothing at all. This dealt a deep blow to the Enchantress, for outside there were countless men eager to press her beneath them, yet the Masked Man had no such desire.
“Commander! The assessment rules don’t say you can’t fire from the car…” Seeing the soldier raise this accusation against Yi Yang, Wang Dongsheng grew anxious, ignoring the meddlesome reporting soldier and hurried to the lieutenant’s side, desperately defending Yi Yang.
Old Ya was dressed in Mongolian garb, nearly making the scholar fail to recognize her. Upon approaching, Old Ya said nothing, only fixed him with a steady gaze, devoid of excitement, as if looking at a stranger.
“Don’t waste time on them. Let’s go straight in; when the time comes, they’ll beg us to please them.” The others laughed lewdly.
Madeline was in uproar all night, and within, turmoil raged as well. At the same time, all of Madeline Group’s old cadres—Escobar’s brothers and comrades—died the same night. The whole city was gripped by fear, suffering the greatest anxiety since the group’s founding.
A youth’s attire? It must be her deliberate disguise as a boy, to avoid being discovered by people of Xilan within the borders.
She also knew that after she was abducted days ago, Gu Shiyuan and Qin Shaoqing lent much help. Though it was for Jiang Yutang’s sake, she wasn’t someone who ignored right and wrong.
In the end, Ouyang Che could not resist the persistent Mo Ning, so he ate breakfast nearby.
Wuchou’s sword hovered in midair, sometimes splitting into eight blades to attack in eight directions, sometimes forming seven to create a Big Dipper formation, or merging into a single sword.
In truth, as the Senior Brother of the Golden Pill Sect made swallowing motions, the Thousand Demon Sect cultivators already knew what he intended.
“Mother Li, what are you and Li whispering about?” Ye Lai’s mother was drawn in by their murmurs, oblivious to what was being discussed here.
The Big Dipper first roasted the base of the meat until tender, then gradually pushed toward the center; he worked meticulously, gathering the lump of meat, piling it higher, circling with gentle taps and kneading to achieve a perfect roundness.
To win Li Jin’s heart was, to her, like someone who had never bought a lottery ticket suddenly winning five million; even with the check before her eyes, she could not believe it, her mind racing to find what had gone wrong, or suspecting it must be a trap.