Governing a large country is like cooking a small fish. Therefore, this is a story about a foodie governing a country, starting in the fourth year of Huangyou in the Northern Song Dynasty...

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Su Chenan, a master of Chinese painting, had just finished an exhibition and was about to walk out of the building when a flowerpot full of sunflowers hit him in the face.

He died and when he woke up again, he almost starved to death in his mother's stomach.

He was on the verge of starving to death every day. I felt that if he absorbed a little more amniotic fluid, his mother would probably die.

If he absorbed even a little less, his embryo would probably die.

As soon as Su Chenan was born, he created a new poem "Praise of the Humble House" on the spot.

A time traveler, she's armed with a built-in anti-virus radar. Beep—what? A vicious concubine, and a vicious concubine sister? Beep—ah! Arranged marriage, and her husband still doesn't like her? No matter, with her super-high IQ, she can kill the scum in a flash. Her stunning beauty attracts countless admirers, and her popularity is exploding. Emperors and princes are all under her skirt. "You are my woman!" Why? Do you have an invoice? Do you have a credit card? "The baby in your belly is mine." Damn! She was actually executed without permission and carried into the palace. What happened to the promise of turning clouds with a flip of the hand? What about the promise of turning rain with a flip of the hand? Give it all back to me!

"A landscape of breathtaking beauty, yet fragmented and shattered; swords clash, horses gallop, heroes rise amidst the flames of war! This was the prosperous Sui Dynasty, a golden age of splendor, yet also an era of turmoil and conflict. Talented scholars and beautiful women, chivalrous wanderers, poetry and songs, courage and passion. Yang Su, Gao Ying, Pei Ju, Yu Shiji, Yuwen Shu, Li Mu—the court intrigues, the vortex of powerful clans… Li Mi, Dou Jiande, Du Fuwei, Wang Shichong, Liu Wuzhou, Liang Shidu, Xiao Xian—heroes stood tall. The Sui Dynasty lost its empire, plunging the world into chaos. Who could restore order and seize power? Luo Zhaoyun, wielding a white horse and silver spear, will take you into the magnificent era of the late Sui Dynasty!"

Reborn as Sun Ce, he dominates the Three Kingdoms.

When he woke up from his dream, he had become Sun Ce, the Little Conqueror. His biological father, Sun Jian, was fighting in Xiangyang and his life was hanging by a thread.

He had to save his father, fight for the country, and rescue both the chaotic world and the beauty, but things were not as simple as he imagined.

Yuan Shao, from a family that had held high office for four generations, was very powerful, but the lack of horses in Jiangdong made it difficult to contend for supremacy. The young emperor was very intelligent, but the scholars were arrogant and naive. The aftermath of the Yellow Turban Rebellion had not yet subsided, and powerful clans were already beginning to emerge. Famous ministers and fierce generals were merely shadows on the stage; an invisible hand was pulling them from behind the scenes.

There was exhilaration, regret, and helplessness, but the original intention remained unchanged.

With a bit of foresight, we gathered the wisdom and strength of good ministers and brave generals to forge the backbone of a powerful civilization.

This is my Three Kingdoms, and I am Sun Ce, the Little Conqueror.

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There is a Ghost Doctor living by the Lethe River who only treats illness for ghosts. He had only one rule. All the ghosts who wanted him to help must obey three rules: one, swim across the Lethe River, two, tell him their story, and three, leave behind something that belongs to them. No one knows anything about him and no one knows why. The Ghost Doctor is mysterious; no one knows where he came from, no one knows where he’s headed to, they only know that he’s residing by the Lethe River with his rules.

In the tenth year of Tianbao, the heroic emperor Gao Yang played the hip-bone pipa and sang by himself. The accompaniment was bizarre, absurd, terrifying, desperate and painful.

That year, Liu Taozi, who lived by the Zhang River, caught some fish, and the story began.

"Medicine, medicine..."

Chu Ci stared indifferently at the dying First Emperor, crushing the pill in his hand into powder.

"Let's stop taking drugs, starting with you and me."

Outside the palace, Zhao Yan, covered in dog muzzles, and Li Xiang, with horns growing on his head, were practically beating their brains out.

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Four hundred years passed in a flash.

As the saying goes, long separations must reunite, long reunions must separate.

"I'll tell you my name, and shock you. I'm Lingling Shang...!"

Before he could finish his words, Chu Ci tore his head off.

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Another eight hundred years, axelight and candlelight.

Chu Ci patted Old Zhao's shoulder, looking at Zhao Er, who, even with his head blown off, could still swing his axe and chop.

"Little brother, you, Old Er, are quite extraordinary."

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A thousand years passed in a flash, atop Meishan Mountain.

Chu Ci, dressed in white, stood in the wind, glancing at the current emperor as he hung a rope.

"Little dog, this crooked tree isn't strong enough. Let's try another."

Looking out over the capital, breached by countless treacherous attacks, Emperor Qiming, ready to sacrifice his life for his country, froze.

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[The treacherous erosion, the fall of Heaven.]

[Note: This book doesn't follow the 'traditional cultivation of immortality' path. There will be no mortals rising to the realm of cultivation. Instead, it follows the long course of history, the rise and fall of dynasties, and is guaranteed to satisfy our readers.]