Volume 1, Chapter 43: Offering Advice to Zhu Yuanzhang: Take It or Leave It

Xia Jingtian shook his head with a bitter smile; he certainly dared not offer suggestions to Zhu Yuanzhang.
"Your Majesty the Founding Emperor, I do not belong to your era, and my suggestions will alter history," Xia Jingtian said.
The reason Xia Jingtian said this was that he did not wish to provoke Zhu Yuanzhang's anger.
"Divine Doctor Xia, I know you do not belong to this era, but your appearance has already changed the history of my Great Ming," Zhu Yuanzhang replied.
These words left Xia Jingtian completely speechless.
Ever since he saved Zhu Xiongying, he had already altered the course of history.
"I am merely a doctor, and I know nothing about governing the state or managing the country," Xia Jingtian answered with a smile.
"You are now the Grand Preceptor of the Crown Prince, and Xiongying..."

Xuanyuan Tianxin narrowed her eyes slightly, first glancing at Cang Shuo to find him looking somewhat disheveled. A flicker of surprise washed over her heart, but when her gaze shifted to the two individuals opposing Cang Shuo, a look of sudden understanding dawned in her eyes.
Fortunately, this twin-headed black crow was only a little over three thousand years old, and after some adjustment, Yue Zhengyu grew increasingly adept at handling it.
"How long has this situation been going on?" Ye Mo felt deeply perplexed. Although he had long suspected it, he never truly believed things would turn out quite like this.
At this thought, she turned off the shower head, took a quick rinse, stepped out of her bedroom, and headed straight for the surveillance room.
He exerted great strength, his two fingers tightly pinching her cheeks as he struggled to pry open her clenched teeth. Mu Chengjun glanced at the corner of her lips and was startled to see they were already stained with blood.

Therefore, after entering a deep sleep, his perception of sudden situations was noticeably inferior to usual.
Wang Zhong's definition seemed quite accurate now; purely in terms of internal energy, it was indeed a rather typical manifestation of a leader-type superpower.
These pampered officials shivered violently from the cold, and even when they curled their bodies into tight balls, it did no good whatsoever.
Ye Mo had long since grown impatient, but he had merely been going along to play the game with everyone else. Seeing that nobody had any spirit left for it, he simply disregarded the remaining bit of wine and called out for everyone to head home.
Regardless of any demonic deception, Tadasa Ayase would never have agreed at the time—neither for her own sake nor for anyone else's.
"You're shifting the blame! It is entirely your responsibility! If big brother hadn't cleaned up your messes, you'd have been thrown in prison long ago!" the burly man retorted loudly.
Gao Yuan could not sense any evil aura of the demonic path. He was sometimes genuinely puzzled as to why the Heavenly Mystery Sect, from top to bottom, maintained an utterly righteous style yet was classified under the demonic path.
That was an effeminate boy with purple eye shadow and vertical snake-like pupils. The only one wearing such makeup could be none other than Orochimaru.
"Really or not?" The exhaustion brought on by training instantly vanished from Miao Xuran's face as he pulled a chair over and sat beside Zhang Yuxing.
The cup of coffee in Jobri's hand dropped to the floor, splashing its liquid onto his own trouser legs and Bain's.
A torrential downpour beat against the vegetation of the jungle with a crackling sound, as if that had become the only sound left in the entire world.
Liliu walked over to let her two younger sisters watch television and eat snacks here for a moment, at which point Liliu's mother also came downstairs.
And now, they were forced to slaughter one another. Under the terrifying might of the sect-protecting grand array, countless lives were swallowed by thunder and lightning, reduced to charred corpses plunging from the sky. With the death of every slave-cultivator, more would rush forward like crazed beasts or moths flying into a flame, vying eagerly to throw away their lives.
Under several burning gazes, Zheng Chenheng and Xi Chen walked with dashing postures into the opposite shop. The man organizing his merchandise noticed someone entering, put down the box in his hands to greet the customers, and then scratched his head in utter bewilderment upon catching sight of the crowded mass of figures outside the shop door.
"I'm going to check on Chenchen. Help me send a message to Ranran and invite her to spend Christmas together tomorrow." Casually tossing his phone to Ou Yuanlan, Lin Qingqing clambered up from the sofa.

Beneath those structures lay a vast active volcano, the magma within the cave mouth churning and bubbling unceasingly, with wisps of thick smoke rising from the molten rock, though none drifted up to the ground surface.
Du Jinshan was confident he could cure Dajia's bewitched state, but he also knew that ever since Dai Hengkong cast a wicked spell on him in the South China Sea islands, a very long time had passed, so treating him might require a bit more effort.
During this period, everyone sat cross-legged in meditation on the roc's back, awaiting the impending battle.
Naturally, if severe smog could be avoided—especially given that the imperial capital of Chang'an needed a good living environment—even greater efforts had to be made in site selection, particularly when there was yet no capacity to drastically reduce coal-burning pollution.
"Sigh, hush, don't cry, we won't cry! Child, just being able to see you and knowing you're living a good life is enough to satisfy us! Child, who is this?" Su Yun and Wang Tiangui hurriedly wiped away their tears, offering a strained smile to Xichen before turning to ask Zheng Chenheng, who exuded an imposing presence.
Armed with an arrest warrant, the Brocade Guard could bypass the Ministry of Punishments to make direct arrests, and bypass the Court of Judicial Review to conduct direct interrogations. The Eastern Depot operated similarly.
Pei Hu had lived in Chang'an for over a decade and was naturally no stranger to its markets. Although he did not frequent the markets often in the past and had been away from the capital for more than a year—with many new shops having opened since—a brief glance at the store signs and facades was enough for him to tell what trade each establishment conducted.
King Gustav's greatest headache now was that he could no longer spare new land to enfeoff new knights and nobles, while the yields of the Northern Territory found it increasingly difficult to sustain a steadily growing population and knightly class.
Butler and Jamison were both far superior to Jeffries in offense, but both men favored attack over defense and would not dedicate all their energy to the defensive end. That was fine when facing offensively weak teams, but running into the Bulls made it dangerous.
"Zhijie, go easy on him and just blast him off the mountain, lest our friends in the martial world say that Quanzhen disciples injure people right at their own doorstep." Seeing the short Daoist pin Yang Gang's shoulder down with a single move, Sun Bu'er hastened to remind him, utterly dismissing Yang Gang.
At the press conference, Alexandra looked at Wang Wang with unusual eyes, declaring in interviews that she was a super fan and lavishing him with praise.
Within a gigantic translucent emerald crystal, Lin Yihan lay quietly with his eyes closed, seemingly plunged into a profound slumber.