Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Xiongying, who was dying in Ma Xiuying's arms, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The time-space gate opened, and Ling Xiao, who was doing a time-space rescue mission for the first time, rushed in. Seeing that the person was not dead, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and turned to the dumbfounded and doubtful old Zhu and made a condition: "To change fate against the will of heaven, the territory of the Ming Dynasty must exceed 13.72 million square kilometers within a hundred years, otherwise the Ming Dynasty, which will last for 276 years in the future, will perish prematurely."

Liu Bei, who led the people across the river, looked exhausted at the fleeing army that was moving forward at a snail's pace every day and people kept joining, and didn't know what to do.

Ling Xiao stepped forward: "Someone gave you 10,000 bicycles and 10,000 carts, please sign for them."

Zhuge Liang, who was running out of energy, said: "Oh, great heaven, how can you be so unkind to me."

Ling Xiao walked out of the space-time gate with Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and others: "Prime Minister, please don't die yet. Someone sent you a million boxes of instant noodles, and 100,000 crispy college students also want to cause trouble for you, no, they are helping you for free!"

Regardless of the pain and despair of the common people or the eternal regrets of historical figures,

Ling Xiao tried his best to rescue them.

Although he knew that

the worlds were too big and his ability was too small,

everyone who was in a desperate situation hoped that someone would lend a hand.

So Ling Xiao wanted to say something very presumptuous: Hope is forever, I am on my way!

The last Beiyang warlord, his only wish was to leave a complete map of China for future generations!

Leave a sea outlet for Northeast China for future generations!

Leave a Mongolian Plateau for future generations!

Let us create a peaceful China for future generations!

To leave future generations a powerful Eastern nation with 14 million square kilometers of territory!

Leading the ancient Eastern lion into the trilateral struggle for supremacy between China, the United States, and the Soviet Union!

May our children and grandchildren travel to every corner of the world, where black, white, and brown girls vie to marry them for Chinese green cards.

Border guards, fix bayonets and fight alongside the last Beiyang warlord to defend our motherland and earn our dignity!

The chat group is 126861053, hehe.

Accidentally traveled to the Water Margin world where you can call upon the wind and rain, soar into the clouds, and scatter beans into soldiers.

I wanted to find a big enemy to help me show off and fly, but who would have thought that by accident, I would become that big enemy.

What should I do in the face of the three real village owners of Shuibo Liangshan, Wang Lun, who is jealous of talents, Chao Gai, who likes to fight, and Song Jiang, who is dedicated to recruiting people? As well as the complicated domestic and international situations during this period, what should I do? Waiting online, hurry! ! !

This book is the most serious Water Margin in history, and it is also the most reasonable Water Margin. Experienced people are welcome to review it!

This book is also known as: "Travel to the Water Margin world where you are embarrassed to say hello to others even if you don't know any magic powers", "You who collect and vote to read this book are really the luckiest and happiest handsome guy in the world"...

How does a person slide into the abyss of crime?

Song Mingyuan, a gold medal public relations man with a vague bottom line and a vague conscience.

On the first day after traveling through time, he met a sister, had a full meal, picked up a knife, and stabbed a big man who was pushing a cart in the middle of the night.

Then, he began his turbulent life in exile in the Western Regions!

Seven years ago, a heavy snowfall in Chang’an marked the arrival of the Eastern Palace’s first mistress — a crown princess from the southern kingdom. The eight-year-old crown prince timidly held her hand as they completed this absurd and laughable royal marriage.

Seven years later, beneath a sky full of blooming flowers in the southern kingdom, Nanke takes one step after another toward the Eastern Palace, continuing the unfinished promise of that paper-thin marriage contra

(Foolish tyrant x beauty—such a great ship!)

Ye Can is totally insane—clinically so.

In her past life, she was a foolish tyrant. After ruining her country, she stabbed herself to death.

But even in death, she wasn't free. She had a debt to repay.

A debt of love.

In her short life, she had once trampled all over someone’s feelings. That person was the wife she married as the daughter of a high-ranking official, the caged bird she snatched away, the canary in the king’s golden cage that all the world knew about.

A debt from life must be repaid even in death. So, they met again.

—

“To love her, to cherish her, to protect her—this is the purpose of your existence in this world.”

—

Has that scoundrel Ye Can admitted she likes her today? — Not yet.

I know this entire world is false, but you alone are the one truth in my heart.

—

This is the story of a past-life tragedy forced into a happy ending in this life.

—

Insane tyrant X gentle beauty.

A bit of an addictive ship.

Tags: Younger top, Devoted love, Past and present lives, System, Lighthearted

Main POV: Lin Zixi

Pairing: Ye Can × Lin Zixi

Other: Ancient-to-modern, younger top

One-line Summary:

Loving her, cherishing her—that is the purpose of your existence in this world.

Theme:

No matter the circumstances, live brightly and vividly.

[This novel is complete and currently being revised and bug-checked. Feel free to check it out!] My new novel next door, "The Funeral," is now available. It's related to folklore and horror. If you're interested, check it out! Yu Shu was a spirited and ambitious young woman, admired and basking in the limelight. However, when she was about to marry, her family was convicted of a crime. The men were beheaded, and the women were exiled. The once pampered young lady suddenly became a prisoner. On her way to the border, she saw a lady sitting in a luxurious carriage, dressed in a fine coat, with phoenix eyes and a white jade pipe in her hand, looking at people with cold indifference. She was choosing a concubine for her master. In a moment of impulsiveness, Yu Shu, desperate for a way out, knelt before her and pleaded, "Please, Madam, have mercy. I will serve my master and madam well." The lady lifted her chin, took her home, and made her a concubine to bring good fortune to her paralyzed master. The servants in the manor all pitied her for entering the household only to live a life of widowhood, but none of them knew that in the dead of night, she was truly serving the mistress. Only she knew how cold that white jade pipe was. A femme fatale x a scheming orphan girl. *No master, the master died long ago. *Happy Ending* Purely fictional, no real-life figures or historical events based on her. *I was just writing this to relax because I couldn't save up any more manuscripts next door—Pre-order dividing line— Synopsis of "After Becoming a Demon, I Offended My Master": Song Qixiang's master, Bai Qingshi, was the kindest person in the world to her. This aloof and ethereal beauty would take her hand, lead her back to the sect, guide her into the path of immortality, protect and pamper her in front of everyone, giving her the favoritism she had never dared to ask for. But in the end, Song Qixiang also died at her hands, pierced through the heart by an arrow, without mercy. Before dying, the usually frail and sickly senior sister took the sword given to her by her master, her face like a peach blossom, and said to her with a smile: Little Qi, thank you for nurturing my sword and helping me recover my cultivation all these years. "You've been a substitute for so many years, you're truly pathetic." Not far away, her beloved master was riding the wind away, without even a glance back. Song Qixiang's heart was ashen, and she died in despair and hopelessness. When she awoke again in a small fishing village, a hundred years had passed. Bai Qingshi had become the leader of the righteous path, with her senior sister always by her side, her status seemingly supreme. This time, Song Qixiang didn't hesitate; she turned to demonic possession, fighting her way to the Demon Palace. The once innocent and naive junior sister of the Dan Dynasty Palace had become the ruthless left protector of the Demon Palace. She wouldn't let these two be together; she would capture Bai Qingshi and find out who the substitute really was. —Bai Qingshi's most beloved disciple died a hundred years ago. When she heard the news of her death, she coughed up blood, stunned for half a day before finally snapping out of her daze. A hundred years later, the Demon Palace was ravaged. When Bai Qingshi saw Song Qixiang again, she had become a demon, ruthless and cruel. Bai Qingshi was somewhat shocked, having inadvertently fallen under Song Qixiang's spell during their fight. From then on, his dreams were filled with bizarre illusions, except for Song Qixiang, who remained clear-headed. Thus, Bai Qingshi clearly saw his disciple enter his dreams every day, tightly gripping his wrist, their intimate, submissive caresses accompanied by hoarse, aggrieved accusations: "Master, why did you lie to me?" *A cool, ethereal, and otherworldly older man (uke) x a cold, ruthless younger man (seme) *The seme was raised by the uke. *The seme's death is due to a misunderstanding, very melodramatic, with forced love, but not angsty. Theme: Breaking down feudalism and moving towards a new life.

After Lü Bu was hung by Cao Cao at White Gate Tower, he travelled to the end of the Qin dynasty. By chance, he was thrown into the camp of the Hegemon-King of Western Chu and helped him conquer north and south, compete for power, and unify the Central Plains.

–Lü Bu was disappointed to discover that although his death was laughable, compared to this person, he could still be regarded as someone sensible.

'Seeing' is a medium, 'power' a feedback. A graceful phoenix among men, heaven and earth meet in the depths of the universe. Hearts connect, flowers fill the long western tower. Stepping on the moon, the fragrance lingers long, the elegant young man who seeks the imperial examination. A golden wind mingles with a drizzle, a heartless mourning. Standing firm amidst the blowing snow, a single sword snatches away the cold light. East, west, south, north, the world's heroes hide. Amidst the secrets of West Lake, a film screen unfolds. Appreciate the myriad worlds, answer questions, and earn your destiny!

[A world of misery, villains all around / double lunatics + double heroines + no moral restraints + power over the court + tragic ending. Don’t be fooled by the title or the opening.]

In this world, there is no right or wrong—only people doing what must be done from their own position.

She once felt her heart stir, but it was only that—a fleeting feeling.

One plotted for a lifetime, yet died with hatred, her great vengeance unfulfilled.

The other lived unloved, forever stripped of freedom, trapped within the imperial city.

A deeply scheming, deranged Grand Tutor vs a black-bellied, peerless, deranged princess.

Qi Zhao Qian was a princess who could not see the light of day, raised in the cold palace since childhood, with no one caring whether she lived or died.

Within the imperial city, the bricks and tiles were cold—and so were human hearts.

Being bullied, cursed, and beaten was routine.

Often, her elder sister would step on her, grinding her into the dirt like worthless mud.

Until one day, a slender, elegant hand gripped her chin and leaned close to whisper by her ear:

“You are more suited to that throne than she is.”

In that moment, Qi Zhao Qian’s gaze fell upon the imperial throne—and upon the world itself.

A single imperial edict pulled her into the vortex. She understood what Yun Yu Bo’s words meant: that she was more obedient than the eldest princess, more suitable to be called a puppet, and far easier to control.

But she forgot—she was no caged bird. How could she resign herself to being a puppet for life, a powerless chess piece forever?

(Everyone said the eldest princess was destined to ascend the throne. But on that day, in wind and driving rain, all the court officials knelt in submission as Qi Zhao Qian walked into the great hall, step by step, carrying her elder sister’s head in her hand, and sat upon the dragon throne…)

“If my dear sister can sit on this throne, why can’t I?”