All Chapters of Game of the Throne: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

According to the time, the first month of the lunar calendar is spring, but it is still cold in Beijing.Zhu Gaoxu finally crawled out of bed early in the morning, thinking it was just an ordinary day in the cold first month of the year. Then he was summoned to the Prince of Yan's mansion to discuss matters, and he also thought it was just an ordinary war arrangement...But as soon as he approached the front hall, he immediately felt something strange in the atmosphere. The hall was full of men in green clothes, wearing mail on their chests and weapons hanging around their waists, walking in different directions. It was hard for even a fly to fly in at this time.The last time I saw this kind of scene was when we were discussing military secrets, and it looks like this time will be no exception.The snow on the ground had not melted yet, but the snow on the stone steps in front of the hall had been swept away. The remaining snow foam mixed with the ash

The house was already shabby, and no one had lived in it since it was bought, let alone cleaned it. Zhu Gaoxu walked into the poorly lit main room and couldn't even find a place to sit. The shabby square wooden table and benches were all covered with dust.Wang Gui fetched some water and found a gray-black cloth whose original color could not be seen clearly. He washed it in the water for a while, wrung it dry, then came up and wiped the bench. Only then did Zhu Gaoxu sit down.Wang Gui then busied himself wiping the benches and the table, which gradually became cleaner. However, the rest of the main room was still very dirty, with footprints all over the dust on the floor....Somehow, Zhu Gaoxu recalled a small incident from his previous life.When he was in high school, he secretly went to Internet cafes to play games all night many times. One time, my cousin brought his girlfriend with him. She was a cute girl with a very strict family discipline. S

The ropes around Xu Miaojin's body had been untied, and she was pacing back and forth in this dark place, moving her numb hands and feet. Before King Gaoyang left, he bought a few more things, including candles, charcoal stoves, flints, and several wooden barrels with lids filled with well water.There is a thick curtain in the corner opposite the bed curtain, which should be the "changing" place.The newly dug vents are relatively small and located high. The only accessible place was the entrance to the wine cellar, and the stairs had been removed. Xu Miaojin looked up and observed that it was inaccessible without a ladder, and there were iron bars covering it, making it impossible to climb out.The entrance above is also where things inside and outside are exchanged through a rope. Xu Miaojin's future expenses and waste items to be sent out can only be exchanged through this place.In such a situation, it was difficult for her to escape. Besides, she

The room was dark, and only the moonlight shining in from a small window allowed people to identify the location of the bed. This wooden bed had been there for who knows how many years. It had been there before Du Qianrui was sold out. Now whenever someone moved on it, it would make a "creaking" sound, as if it could fall apart at any time, but it hadn't fallen apart yet.In front of that small window, Du Qianrui learned needlework when she was a child. I remember it very clearly, but I felt it was a little small. Even in the daytime, the window was not bright enough, which hurt my eyes. Now when I look at it again, it seems even smaller... maybe I have seen bigger windows outside.In the daytime, you can see that the exposed brown-yellow earth wall has many cracks. Many years ago, Du Qianrui was worried that the wall would collapse, but it is still fine now.Everything was so familiar, after all, it was the place she had seen since she was born. Even though

It was just daybreak and fog covered the bamboo forest. The foggy and dark path was scary to look at.Farmers go to bed early and get up early, so this schedule can at least save lamp oil. At this time, Du's mother has almost finished making breakfast, and Du Qianrui is sweeping the earthen dam with a broom, which is her regular routine every morning.Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and she had long since given up hope. The wounds on her fingers had scabbed over, and her sweeping movements were becoming more and more skillful. People always get used to everything around them slowly.She hasn't thought about music, chess and painting for an unknown amount of time, and now she only has pig grass, brooms, and stoves in her mind. Maybe in two years, I can completely forget all those flashy things from the past. Maybe in another two years, I can get used to the kind of hut in the pigsty. The room is full of stench, the floor is muddy, and there is no place to s