All Chapters of Game of the Throne: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

In a trance, he recalled the old things in his previous life in the depths of his dusty memory. When he was a child, his Chinese was not very good, and he had a hard time writing diaries and essays every time. However, he soon found a routine, which was to pick a trivial thing at random, and then two villains appeared in his mind, representing the fight between good and evil... Although the good side won every time, the number of words was soon enough.Unexpectedly, he really became a contradictory person when he grew up. He was an introverted and precocious child in his childhood. When he grew up, he encountered injustices and became an angry young man.So sometimes he is very rational, calm and reasonable, and he admires those tall and graceful people. He also has many hobbies that make him feel good, such as growing flowers. But once he gets emotional, he tends to be extreme and violent.So when he knew that his girlfriend in his previous life was going t

From the old temple on the hillside, the sound of "Hahaha..." could be heard from time to time, but there was no one around, and the laughter suddenly seemed very strange and scary.Qu Neng leaned his back against the mountain wall and walked quietly to the door. Qu Liangcai immediately followed him and bent down to pick up a stone.Qu Neng quickly poked out one eye and took a look, and saw several people inside. Two women were huddled in the corner; there were about five men sitting in front of a fire, drinking wine, with gold and silver bars scattered all over the floor."I'll go in first, Liangcai, protect my back." Qu Neng turned around and whispered, and Qu Liangcai nodded. The eunuch Wang Gui didn't know martial arts, so he hid behind and looked around without making any sound.As soon as he finished speaking, Qu Neng had already jumped out. The men were still sitting on the ground. Qu Neng rushed over, but his fists couldn't reach them, so he ki

"Sha, sha, sha..." There was a noise coming from the study in the Jing Mansion, which could be heard if you got close.Miao Jin walked to the door of the study, pushed it open and went in, and saw Jing Qing sharpening a dagger! Jing Qing turned around, glanced at Miao Jin, and continued sharpening the dagger without saying a word.Miao Jin turned pale. When she saw the weapon her father was holding, she concluded that her father had no chance at all! This matter would only be a waste of life.This is not Jing Qing's fault. Jing Qing was a Jinshi, and he could write articles and be an official. It was difficult for him, a scholar, to be an assassin. For example, in Beijing, Jing Qing asked Miao Jin to plot an assassination, but none of the plots worked, let alone asking him to do it himself.After Jing Qing had sharpened the knife, he tried on his official uniform. Holding the dagger, he busied himself looking for a place to hide it, sometimes putting i

Miaojin sat in front of the dressing table, dressed herself up, and then stared at the white silk hair on the table.She thought about the scene in Zhongshan yesterday, and her cheeks and ears felt hot again. At that time, I was so confused that I didn't feel any pain, but I still feel burning pain after that. I had never thought that I would commit myself to someone like this. I always thought that chastity was more important than life. This is indeed a bit hasty, but if you are still reserved and don't give it to him yesterday, what's the point of keeping it and going to hell?At this moment, she was even more nostalgic for the world, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. But the rumors around her really frightened her, about being guarded by more than 20 men every day, and about being paraded through the streets naked. It's really better to die than suffer such torture and humiliation!Miaojin thought for a moment, the Jing family must be worse

The garlic flavor dispels the fishy smell of oysters, which is very fresh and delicious. Paired with the refreshing rice wine, it is really refreshing. You don't have to wolf it down, just taste it slowly bit by bit. You won't feel sick of it even if you eat it for a long time.Of course, it still depends on who you eat with, which is the most important thing.In a quiet house in the downtown, behind the elegant and sparse bamboo curtains, Du Qianrui played the pipa with a slow rhythm, which was crisp and beautiful. In the intervals between Zhu Gaoxu's conversation with Wang Zhenliang, he ate a bite of oysters, tasted a sip of rice wine, and then listened to the pipa music for a while, never feeling bored for a moment.He picked up the thin-necked wine jug and poured wine, admiring the beauty looming behind the bamboo curtain, and couldn't help saying, "Life is just a process. Even if we have things to do, we don't have to make the process so boring."