Chapter 444: Jiaojiao, Do You Already Have a Beloved? Desire walks beside me—yet cannot be grasped. Thinking of it wounds the heart. When Fatty Zhou, his chubby face planted squarely into the dirt, saw Zhu Ping’an come calmly down the slope without so much as a scratch, his mood plunged into the depths of despair. […]
Chapter 443: Young Master, Are You Happy? The Dragon Banner—its crimson field snapping sharply in the wind—rose high and eye-catching against the sky. The moment that banner went up, the noble youths let out a collective roar, dug their heels hard into their mounts’ flanks, and surged forward, competing fiercely as they burst out of
Chapter 442: The Ming Dynasty’s “If You Are the One” The city gate was as congested as ever, a constant stream of people coming and going. Yet the moment the thunder of galloping hooves approached—the group of officials’ sons charging in on horseback—the crowd scattered like startled birds and beasts. Even the guards stationed at
Chapter 441: An Encounter with a Benefactor The shattered bamboo basket lay on the ground, its contents—melons and fruits—spilled in every direction. A thin line of blood ran down the woman’s forehead, stark against her ashen face… The spoiled young nobles who galloped past afterward paid no attention at all. It was as if the
Chapter 440: My Life as a Horse Has Reached Its Peak The early morning was crisp and cold. The black veil of night was gradually stripped away from the sky, and along the eastern horizon, the faint glow of dawn slowly rose, pale light seeping into the world like breath returning to a sleeping body.
Chapter 439: The Wildly Imaginative Naughty Child For tomorrow’s spring outing, Zhu Ping’an did not take it particularly to heart. In the modern world, outings like this were commonplace. After Fatty Zhou and Li Shu left, Zhu Ping’an sat down at his desk, laid out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and began practicing calligraphy. Practicing
Chapter 438: A Maiden’s Secret Thoughts The mischievous little boy leaned back, patting his belly so full that it stretched the fabric of his clothes, a satisfied burp escaping him. His eyes still lingered on the table, where roasted duck and plump shrimp remained in generous portions, but his stomach had already declared defeat. With
Chapter 437: The Grudge-Holding Little Demon When Zhu Ping’an was marveling at how shockingly durable the little demon was, he was also deeply moved—once again—by just how punchable the brat’s very nature seemed to be. “Uncle, you’ve got the wrong person!” Those words, spoken by the little demon, struck the Marquis of Linhuai like a
Chapter 436: Being Plump Is Truly a Blessing The sun rose in the east, sank again beneath the western glow of sunset, and after this cycle of rising and falling repeated itself once more, Zhu Ping’an’s working days at the Hanlin Academy finally came to a temporary halt. In their place arrived a rare and
Chapter 435: Archiving the Qingci A single midday meal, coupled with a whole essay titled On Thick Blackness, was finally enough to make Zhang Siwei shut his mouth in contentment. Of course, Wang Shizhen had also been invited to lunch. During the meal, when he heard about how Zhu Ping’an and Zhang Siwei had quietly