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!

"This article is from the female version of Shuangnan! Shuangnan! Shuangnan! Do not enter if you do not like it!" When the vast ocean splashed with waves like broken jade, the history of ancient Greece began to write its glory. In the world of Chaos, which had just emerged from chaos with color, the sky and the earth were still closely connected. Once traveling through time, he became the child of the Titan Oceanus and Thesis. Looking at the ignorant primitive bay in front of him, Doris sighed deeply. He peeled the bark and kneaded the hemp rope to weave a robe that could cover the body. He was Doris, the god of weaving. The creatures sleeping in the night could not wake up, and he poured cold water to drive away the sleepiness. He was Doris, the awakener of the world. Making musical instruments, weaving cloth, cultivating pearls,... As he created a steady stream of new things, he became the god of craftsmanship, the god of knowledge, and the god of wealth... The protagonists: Doris, Nereus

"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.

...................................

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.

...................

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.

……………………

[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.]

Surrender! You can still live an independent life. I will never interfere in the internal affairs of a vassal state! Greece: Sounds great. We can't defeat them anyway, so surrender. The protagonist, receiving the reward notification, gives a satisfied hand...

The third year of Wanli’s reign, in spring.

The Grand Secretary Zhang Juzheng reinstated the practice of keeping the Veritable Records (Qiju Zhu), assigning the duty to the Hanlin historians on a rotating basis.

From that moment on—

Shen Nian, third-ranked Jinshi from the year Xinwei of the fifth Longqing reign, Bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, Compiler at the Hanlin Court, Zhang Juzheng’s most outstanding disciple, and lifelong nemesis of the Wanli Emperor,

—thus began his career as court chronicler.

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That day, the young Wanli Emperor got drunk and missed an imperial lecture.

Shen Nian straightened his back and wrote:

“His Majesty, drunk, missed the imperial lecture. The Empress Dowager and the Grand Secretary rebuked him sternly, even speaking of dethronement.”

That month, a large number of eunuchs were appointed as mining and tax commissioners, extorting wealth from the people.

Shen Nian raised his chin and wrote:

“Before the throne, I declared: ‘The disasters of monopolies and mining taxes are entirely the Emperor’s fault.’”

That year, the Wanli Emperor neither performed the suburban sacrifices, nor paid respects at ancestral temples. He refused audiences, ignored memorials, and ceased court lectures.

Shen Nian and his fellow historians cried aloud:

“Better to die speaking than live in silence. The greatest honor of a court historian is to be killed by the Emperor.”

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Shen Nian said:

“I must be ill. I can’t sleep at all.

I have contracted Zhang Juzheng’s illness—the burden of holding up a collapsing sky—

but I was not destined for Zhang Juzheng’s fate.

In a daze, I saw the Grand Secretariat reduced to two people:

one drafting memorials—that was me;

one issuing imperial replies—that was also me.”

After traveling through time, the whole family became famous.

His father's future posthumous title was Ling, his mother was the jealous Empress He, his younger brother was Liu Xie, the last emperor of the Han Dynasty, and his uncle was the ultimate idiot He Jin.

Faced with such a situation, Liu Bian just lay down. Whoever wanted to be the deposed emperor of Han could do it, but he was not going to do it anyway.

In the 23rd year of Hongwu, the Han people had restored their country. However, China had been submerged for a hundred years. The heroic spirit of the powerful Han Dynasty, the elegance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the fireworks of Bianliang that illuminated the world had all disappeared.

The backward grassland and decadent Neo-Confucianism combined to strangle the flourishing Han civilization. The newly born Ming Dynasty had to become conservative due to historical limitations. It was eventually destroyed by the Tartars and sank into darkness again.

Li Qi traveled through time and space as the son of Li Shanchang, the Duke of Han. Everywhere he looked, he saw families overthrown, blood flowing in the fields, and the sons of dukes and marquises in ruins. "I have one wish: for my family to prosper and for the world to be at peace!"

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In the winter of the first year of the Yongle reign, there was a heavy snowfall. On his deathbed, Li Qi looked at his handsome young son, and recalled his own youth. "Mu'er, your father is about to die. He has lived a short life, with nothing good to say. I can only sigh that I have seven regrets that have not been fulfilled, and I cannot rest in peace.

I regret that my ancestors could not be cleared of their sins, and the Li family is still a criminal clan. This is because their descendants are unfilial.

The second regret is that the teachings of Cheng and Zhu are still popular, while few people respond to Hengqu's four sentences.

The third regret is that the Ming Dynasty could not recover the old territories of the Han and Tang Dynasties.

The fourth regret is that I have never seen Jiaxuan’s old poem about the never-sleeping scene in Bianjing.

The fifth regret is that I don’t know the scenery of all the countries overseas.

My sixth regret is that I have never seen the way to eternal peace.

I regret not having traveled to the palaces of heaven, not knowing that among the stars there are infinite births and deaths."

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modern.

"The Chang'e-1 lunar exploration spacecraft, developed by Chinese scientists, officially arrived on the moon today. Astronaut Li Bangyue left the spacecraft to explore. This is a great breakthrough in my country's space history!"

Nanjing, Li's Ancestral Hall.

"Li Bangcheng, the 30th generation head of the Li family, respectfully informs our ancestors that the descendants of the Li family have ascended to the heavenly palace. The seven great grievances have ended today!" (There is already a 20,000-copy book on the same subject, "Establishing a Millennium Family from King Wu's Conquest of King Zhou").

Palace fighting + pulling + seducing to the top + falling step by step + exclusive favor in the later period

Love and know it + those in high positions bow down for love

*

Pei Tingyue traveled into a book.

She was transformed into a cannon fodder concubine in "The Palace of Power".

In the original book, she is simple-minded and easy to control, and is the shield that Emperor Xie Chen puts forward for his "beloved concubine".

This false favor aroused jealousy in the entire palace, and the concubines pressed forward step by step, vying to murder him.

In the end, she, the shield, ended up with a miserable death in the cold palace.

Pei Tingyue, who came from the book, raised his eyebrows and smiled softly.

Now that you are here, you should plan for it.

Not only does she want to change her tragic fate, she also wants to climb up to this magnificent golden palace step by step.

*

The cold emperor at the beginning: just a pretty chess piece

The gradually falling emperor: She is kind of cute

Later, the emperor was moved and fell in love: I will give you the position of Queen, but can you please like me a little more?

Gu Yi, who just graduated, received a strange game console.

When he discovered that not only could the things in the game console materialize in reality, but even the characters he controlled were the ancestors of his family.

——Since then;

An immortal family that has been passed down since the beginning of the Eastern Han Dynasty has slowly risen in the long river of history.

He once personally controlled his ancestor to conquer the world.

He had seen members of his family occupy the top positions in the government, second only to the emperor and above everyone else.

He once saved the world from collapse, saved the Great Xia from ruin, and saw his family crumble because of one person, and his thousand-year plan nearly fell apart...

Peace the world, support the Dragon Court, and stabilize the nine states...

The biography of the Gu family is half of the history of China.

Gu Yi: "If you can't get rich today, then start your struggle from the ancestors!"...

Lin Xuan never expected to wake up in the game world he created—especially not as a doomed survivor of the fallen dynasty, marked for death in just a few years by the rebellion of the five Kings. Determined to rewrite his fate, Lin Xuan hatches a desperate escape plan.

His unlikely partner in this scheme? Zhao Yuehan, an unassuming official from the Ministry of Commerce. However, there’s a twist: Zhao Yuehan is not only disguised as a man but also alarmingly calm in the face of Lin Xuan’s constant cries of impending doom.

“Brother Zhao, the Empress Dowager will die soon. Let’s run away together!”

“Brother Zhao, the five Kings are about to rebel. Let’s run away together!”

“Brother Zhao, the Empress herself will die soon. Let’s—run away together!”

However, Zhao Yuehan seems far more interested in Lin Xuan’s surprisingly accurate knowledge of national affairs, forcing him to answer questions he’d rather dodge. Little does he know that Zhao Yuehan’s true identity is far more explosive than he could ever imagine.

When the legendary Empress Ji Handan—alive, powerful, and very much not dead—suddenly confronts Lin Xuan, she drops a bombshell:

“I’m the Empress you claimed would die soon, and you even suggested I run away with you! Care to explain that, Lin Xuan?”

Now caught between the looming rebellion, Zhao Yuehan’s sharp intellect, and the Empress’s undeniable authority, Lin Xuan must navigate a web of political intrigue, hidden identities, and his wildly unpredictable destiny.