Chapter 51: The Grand Army Sets Forth, Anticipation Among the Women

As the morning sun rose, the drill grounds outside the east gate of Chang'an City were aflutter with fluttering banners, and spears and sabers stood dense as a forest.

Liu Xie, clad in bright-shining armor over a battle robe embroidered with a golden dragon and with the Emperor's Sword girt at his waist, stood upon the commanding platform.

Chen Kui, Zhou Jian, Zhou Hao, and Wang Kexin nodded and followed closely behind Zhou Guoqiang.

It was precisely because they now had a rice cooker at home, allowing Nuannuan's meals to be easily prepared just by cooking in it, that Su Qiao was able to eat at the cafeteria and work until very late before coming back.

To prevent any gossipy rumors in the future and also hoping to make the trip herself just in case her brief stay on the set might affect later editing and special effects, Milk made the journey.

The bewitched evil spirit employee wore an expression of intense excitement on his face; clearly, being spoken to in such a manner by Liu Kexin was a thrill beyond measure for him.

Only Chen Xiaoyao, seeing Ye Fei kick out, clenched his teeth fiercely and also raised his foot, intending to push forward. Yet before either of them could advance further, she turned around, lowered her head, and stumbled a few steps forward before crashing straight into a warm embrace. Raising her head, her tear-filled eyes overflowed once more. She buried herself deeply into that embrace, her strength instantly draining away as if she never wanted to move a fraction of an inch again.

As a ghost, she could not shed tears, yet even so, it seemed one could still imagine tears welling up within Liu Wanyan's large eyes.

Pei Siyao watched from afar through the car window all along. Because the girl did not want him to come forward, he chose not to show himself.

"If you have the audacity to cuckold the young master of the Chu family, you had better have the ability to bear the wrath of the Chu family as well. Get lost, and don't drag us down with your sordid deeds when the young master of the Chu family finds out," Jiang Yunxia said coldly.

With an angry shout from Wang Fei, the phantom of a white jade palm appeared before his chest, upon which layers of white scales were condensed.

Discerning the determination in Joyce's eyes, Li Yan knew he could not escape this fate. With a heavy sigh, he stepped forward.

Hearing this, the stone in Lei Feng's heart finally dropped to the ground. He hurriedly said, "Not much, not much," and then quoted a figure, waiting quietly for Bai Xiaoxiang to settle the bill.

"Then you will never know that between him and me, only one can survive." Zhao Haijun suddenly tightened his face, his eyes flashing with ferocity, every word falling like a heavy hammer.

Song Duanwu returned to his seat, while Conductor Wang remained seated in the dining car, sipping and nibbling leisurely by himself.

Hurriedly glancing in the mirror and feeling that her hair was somewhat disheveled, she gave it a hasty comb. She thought about changing her outfit, but decided it would seem too formal, so she only smoothed down the hem of her clothes and slowly walked downstairs.

At this moment, Lucia was joyfully embracing Melinda, her slightly weary eyes brimming with excitement. The bottleneck that had plagued her for several years had finally been broken; she was now a Magister.

When Hai Rui was on his deathbed, someone asked him if he had any last words. Hai Rui replied that he owed the Ministry of Revenue five coins for firewood. After his death, the emperor bestowed upon him the posthumous title of "Loyal and Upright," and when his funeral procession was held, the common folk of the entire city rushed out to bid him farewell.

If Qian Fugui dared to take even a single step first or make the first move, then Song Duanwu would have every justified reason to beat the living daylights out of him! Yet what baffled Song Duanwu was this: Qian Fugui could not possibly fail to understand such a delicate principle where a single move could affect the whole situation, so why would he disregard it and risk shattering the balance?

Just as Su Yirong was completely baffled, the sound of melodious music drifted into her ears. Amidst this music, an incredible scene unfolded.

As soon as the data on the elixir was made public, everyone erupted in cheers. This was the kind of elixir countless people spent a lifetime praying for in vain. No matter how wealthy or powerful one might be, Ying Wushuang was the only person known to possess the skill to refine it. If anyone wished to have this life-extending elixir crafted by him, probably only this tournament could provide the reason.