Volume 1, Chapter 63: Secretary Lu Has Been Wronged

The next day, Shen Yixiao and I arrived at the company together.

Before he released his official notice, I took the lead and posted a disciplinary notice regarding Lu Xiaoyun in the company's main group chat, citing her negligence in nearly losing important company documents, which had caused widespread panic among the staff.

Lu Shixiu wanted to smooth things over. Coming here today, she had a favor to ask of the village head regarding the purchase of farmland, so she was inclined to spare some consideration for Old Woman Yu's feelings.

The Duke of Anglic was now one of the most formidable military commanders in the Great Ming, not someone who could be pushed around lightly.

Was this reasonable? He was the one who sowed the wild oats, yet he expected someone else to clean up the mess! But what could be done? Since he refused to handle it, Su Su had no choice but to take charge.

In a single breath, she bought four or five bolts of fabric at the shop: three bolts of plain, coarse hemp cloth to prepare for the boys, and two bolts of brighter, fine cotton cloth for Si Bao and herself.

"For years, the Tujue nation has been scheming meticulously, attempting to breach my grandfather's defense line, but they have never found an opening."

This was a drop of over twenty meters, and they were tossing it away just like that? Especially upon hearing the gasps of astonishment echoing from downstairs, they shook like autumn leaves in the wind.

Just as Zhu Cilang had anticipated, what Chongzhen wrote in the letter was the same old refrain. It was nothing more than Chongzhen admonishing Zhu Cilang not to act recklessly, urging him to fight the battle properly and ensure his safety, and so on.

Returning to the palace, Li Ningxi pondered the events of the recent period with a sense of unease, zoning out as she stared at the teacup in her hands.

She was carrying out Su Ye's plans with absolute dedication and diligence, yet she herself had no time for any so-called rest.

The operation to purge Hooge's faction proceeded quite smoothly. After all, Hooge had ascended to power hastily, and his partisans were simply unable to take complete control of all the vital strongholds in the city within such a short span of time.

With these words, he pointed his finger at the blazing sun, which instantly detonated. Under the sweep of a surging wave of heat, the entire wind formation lost its balance at once, dissolving and scattering into strands of fiery and gale-force dragons.

Nan Wuxiang could not help recalling his battle with the Demon Emperor, and chuckled twice. While flicking his horsetail whisk and plucking the golden light Ruyi from the "Dao Follows Nature" scabbard on his back, he stepped out of the Primordial Valley, halted mid-air, and casually hurled the Ruyi outward.

Lu Qi was startled. He stepped forward to question a passerby and get to the bottom of the matter, only to learn that the restaurant owner had already been sentenced to death.

"Uh, the hang glider originated in 1984, invented by a group of French aviation enthusiasts who loved parachuting and hang gliding. It is extremely popular in countries like Europe, America, and Japan, and has also sparked a craze in Taiwan. Also known as suspended gliders and delta wings, they come in motorized and non-motorized types."

A young man who looked eight parts like Jin Changzhen, but possessed an even taller frame, pushed open the door, bringing a gust of chilly wind in with him.

Failing to find Zhulan Tuya, Wunqi was suddenly struck by a thought: Zhulan Tuya, who had been by his side, was gone; yet at this very moment, another Zhulan Tuya was right there in the cave dwelling at Burning-Wood Ridge. If he hurried over and took her away, what kind of situation would that turn out to be?

A thought flashed through Wunqi's mind like a brilliant lightning bolt: Since Mother Demon Xiluo had turned him into a toad, why not defect to the other side?

After a brief silence, Muyue swung his sword and struck. With a sharp "clank," the chains, renowned for their exceptional hardness, were treated by this divine sword as nothing more than ordinary iron wire.

A burst of ringing chimes echoed, prompting everyone to look toward the center of the forest. Amidst a flickering halo of light, numerous plants intertwined to form a screen. At the same time, the stream on the ground surged upward, leaving words on the screen—the names of various teams.

On the seventh day after the Sui army captured Wuchuan Town, Qimin Khagan of Tujue finally made up his mind, leading a mighty Tujue army to aggressively march toward the Sui forces entrenched in the Six Towns. Facing the Tujue army, which claimed to number four hundred thousand, Yang Hao and his Hedong commandery troops remained calm, playing it cool and quietly awaiting the arrival of the Tujue horde.

Therefore, Ye Feng felt deeply grateful to Xiao Xiong for the gesture of gifting this group of people to him after they completed their mission. In his heart, Ye Feng had already quietly sided with Xiao Xiong.

Earlier, when Liu Jie led his men toward this direction, Song Qinglong had been quite worried. Yet in the blink of an eye, all worry had vanished from his expression. Why was that?

Zhilan could only nod submissively, utterly unable to utter another word. Pressing her lips together, she placed the mandarin-duck bridal veil over 左卿's (Zuo Qing's) head and walked out of the door just as the auspicious hour arrived.

Over by the fatty, the stone coffin had already been pushed open. Before Tianlin and I could speak, he had already kowtowed to a candle, thrusting his hand inside to grope for something.

After resting, Xiao Xiong led the group out of this cave. After all, this cave was not safe either, even though Xiao Xiong did not yet know where they should go.

The collection and analysis of intelligence was naturally his forte; at least in this regard, Lu Yu was confident he could far surpass his peers.

Suppressing the stuffy feeling in his chest, Li Jinjun decided it was best not to bicker, otherwise there was no telling what kind of infuriating remarks this lass might spew out just to vex him.

Just like last night, listening to the gentle, steady sound of her breathing as she lay by his side, Huayu felt his heart tingle with a sweet itch, yet he gradually drifted off to sleep filled with a profound sense of happiness.

Xiao Xiong took out a fire extinguisher and sprayed it a few times, putting out the flames on James's body. By this time, James was charred black all over, continuously billowing smoke. What a miserable sight he was. He stared at Xiao Xiong with an intensely hateful gaze; if looks could kill, Xiao Xiong would have already been murdered by him ten thousand times over.