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 As the night falls, the stars and rivers turn.
 Red silk and lanterns were hung in the Jingwang Mansion in the middle of Qinghefang early in the morning. When the sky darkened, the lights were turned on immediately, and from a distance, there was a bright golden red. The small servants busy entering and exiting at the door and the thick layer of firecracker fragments in front of the steps were all illuminated with a lively joy.
 When the soft wind blows in the early spring of the south of the Yangtze River, the red candle in the lantern flickers, swaying the happy characters on the lantern.
 There is a happy event in the Jing Palace, which is today. The third day of February is an auspicious day appointed by the Holy Spirit.
 The emperor said that on February 3, everything is suitable, especially suitable for marriage.
 As for whether this day is really auspicious, it does not matter. The important thing is that the emperor insists on letting King Jing marry on this day. Even if there is a funeral in Prince Jing's Mansion on this day, he must put the coffin aside and marry that person into the door with blows and blows.
 The emperor's words are powerful enough, just as it is.
 Even if this emperor was killed by rebels into the capital city of Yecheng two years ago, he led Baiguan to the south and fled south in embarrassment like a dog in the water, and ran to Yuhang to survive.
 However, the emperor who resembles the bereaved dog is also the emperor. What's more, the emperor only won a big victory a few days ago, and now it is the time for Chunfeng to be proud and full of ambition.
 After all, no one in the world knows, the invincible and frightening General Huo of Saint Admiral Beiliang caught him and broke his legs.
 It is indeed a happy event.
 There are joys in the grand scene, and so are the palaces of Jing. But this double happiness came to the gate of the Jing Palace, but everyone in the Jing Palace was not happy, but they were all like mourning concubines.
 after all…
 It's common for other generals to catch them, to kill or pluck them.
 However, wrap the general in a wedding dress and marry them to the Jing Palace to be a concubine...what a thing!
 Therefore, although the Jing Palace was blown and beaten, the lanterns were decorated, and the firecrackers were set off for most of the day, none of the people in the Palace had a smile on their faces.
 Everyone was busy coming and going, watching the excitement, but each tacitly lowered their eyebrows and dared not speak.
 This kind of silence spreading in joy made the atmosphere in the palace somewhat depressing. The more you go in, the more dull the atmosphere becomes.
 Especially An Yin Tang.
 The Anyin Hall is the place where His Highness King Jing lives. The word "Anyin" is the name given by the master in the palace from the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma for him.
 This is not surprising, after all, His Royal Highness King Jing was sick and weak from the womb, and his body has never been healthy. To be able to live so ill and crookedly till now, it can be considered a bit of Buddha's light.
 There was a brilliantly illuminated silence in Anyin Hall at this time.
 The entire palace was hung with red silk, but there was no half of it in the Anyin Hall. Under the curtain of night, the courtyard was bright with candles, and the warm wind was blowing. Several tall, century-old pear trees spread the white flowers on the ground in the wind.
 The maids in the courtyard went in and out, watching their noses and noses, but they dare not come out.
 Everyone knows that the prince is in a bad mood today.
 The prince said few words in the day, and he rarely smiled. He always looked somber, which made people feel unpredictable and could not guess what he was thinking.
 Today it is even worse.
 Even if he wants to come, although the prince has a habit of breaking his sleeves, he is not a person who is not afraid of meat and vegetables. Where can the enemy's generals be crippled and rewarded to the princes as children?
 Regardless of how dangerous this person is, like a trapped beast, the emperor's imperial decree is extremely absurd, and it is simply a sacred decree that writes humiliating words and hits the prince on the face.
 So the prince is in a bad mood as it should be. These servants have to be careful not to be touched or lose their heads at this time.
 The room became quiet.
 Because he married a concubine, the prince did not need to welcome him personally, but the bridal chamber was required.
 Therefore, His Royal Highness King Jing packed up early, put on a golden red wedding gown, and tied the ink hair into the jade crown.
 He is sitting on the couch, holding a book in one hand.
 The descendants stood silently on the side, no one dared to disturb him.
 A little maid who was serving in the courtyard walked in cautiously. She got the foreman's order to come in and take the basin of water next to the dressing table.
 She lowered her head, her eyes did not dare to look randomly, and she clasped her hands in front of her. The atmosphere in the courtyard was depressing enough, but I didn't expect it to be even worse in the prince's room.
 The agarwood burns quietly in the furnace, the furnishings are ancient and solemn, and the lamps are as bright as daylight. Obviously, it should be a peaceful and quiet place, but it seemed to be an overcast dungeon surrounded by demons, which made her legs tremble with fear.
 She tried her best not to make a sound, and silently bowed to the prince on the couch, and quickly went to the copper basin on the ground.
 But because she doesn't always enter the house to serve, she is not proficient. When I got up with the pot, the edge of the pot accidentally hit the edge of the ebony wooden table, and there was a muffled noise, and a little water splashed out.
 With a thud, it broke the deadly calm.
 The little maid shook her hand, her whole body was tense, and she hurriedly raised her eyes to look at the master on the couch.
 She saw that the prince raised his eyes, his eyes quietly falling on her.
 How beautiful are those eyes. The shape is long and narrow, the tail of the eyes is slightly raised lazily, and the eyelashes are long, and there are long eyebrows that are slightly raised, lazy and deceptive, like the eloquent and fascinating demon in the book.
 There was a small scarlet mole on the end of such a beautiful eye. With the flickering of the lights, I almost took away the souls of people.
 But the little maid was cold all over.
 Those eyes were so dark that they couldn't see the bottom, and under the bright colors, they were arrogant and cold, as if they were looking at a dead thing.
 She knelt on the ground with a weak leg, and the copper basin fell to the ground with a bang, splashing water on the ground.
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 Jiang Suizhou waved his hand stiffly, motioning the little girl to go down.
 She seemed to have received an amnesty, and kept kowtow to him apologizing, then picked up the wet copper basin on the ground and stumbled away.
 Jiang Suizhou looked at her back in embarrassment, a little bewildered in his heart.
 …who am I? So scary?
 However, he categorically did not dare to ask, naturally, no one could explain it.
 He remembered that he just finished replying to the student's message and turned off the computer to go to rest. For him, this was just an extremely ordinary day—except for the paper he received today, it was a bit too amateurish.
 After all, he has been a lecturer at J University for several years and has brought graduates. He has seen all kinds of bizarre essays. He thinks he is well-informed. When facing the students, he can always calm down and deal with it freely. , Maintain kind eyebrows.
 …But it was the first time he saw a history student, based on the unofficial history, to write the essay like a storytelling with ups and downs and full of emotions.
 He wrote that it is unspeakable that the founding general of the Liang Dynasty and the Dingbei Hou Huo Wujiao led the soldiers to destroy the scenery. The reason is that when he was a hostage in Nanjing, he was admitted as a concubine by a sickly prince named "Jing" and whose name is no longer available in Nanjing. He endured three years of humiliation, so he returned to Beiliang. At that time, the speed of the army was so fast that it was also because of the grudge.
 Precisely because of this, the King Jing, who died prematurely due to illness with few pens in official history, also died abnormally.
 He did not die of illness, but was beheaded by Dingbeihou. To avenge the revenge of the year, Ding Beihou hung his head on the Lin'an city wall for three years.
 Jiang Suizhou felt at the time that this kid, perhaps chosen the wrong major, should be a screenwriter.
 For their history majors, it is basically a nature to follow Zhugege to study Qing history.
 Therefore, Jiang Suizhou criticized the paper mercilessly, and finally gave his own suggestions for revision: change the topic and rewrite the article.
 That student is also very ambitious.
 "How do you know that the wild history is fake? You can't just say that my thesis is made up just because of this! Even if you study a lot of historical materials, you haven't personally experienced it, you have seen it with your own eyes!"
 After receiving this reply, Jiang Suizhou sneered.
 I study history, but I have to experience it myself? Then if I study ancient creatures, would I still go into the mountains to be a monkey?
 He pushed his glasses ruthlessly and replied: "It makes sense, but the paper, rewrite."
 After replying to this sentence, he smiled, rubbed his sore shoulder and neck, and turned off the computer.
 But at that moment, the surrounding area suddenly became dark.
 …power cut?
 But it was dark all around, and there was not even the dim light that usually comes out at night.
 Jiang Suizhou was stunned, trying to reach out to find the power supply on the table.
 But before he reached out his hand, it suddenly lit up all around.
 It's a lamp, but it's jumping and shaking.
 The lamp illuminates his surroundings.
 He saw that he was sitting in a room under the warm yellow light. The surrounding furnishings are all made of ancient, partitioned by screens, Duobao Pavilion, etc., there is no cave in the sky, elegant and solemn. Although there is no bright color around, and it looks awkward, but the brilliance refracted by those objects has a restrained and solemn luxury.
 The room was extremely spacious, and there were a lot of maids standing around, at a glance there could be seven or eight.
 Jiang Suizhou was a little confused.
 ... hallucinations?
 He lowered his eyes.
 At this time, he was actually wearing a bright red robe with wide sleeves. The silk had a precious drape, and the gold silk embroidered with complex moiré patterns, gleaming dimly under the lamp.
 Look at this system, Jing Mo Liang Chu.
 The book in his hand is printed vertically from right to left, in traditional Song characters. Looking at the ink traces, it is still in the stage of engraving printing.
 The low table beside him, Huanghuali, and the tea cup on the table, he had seen in the museum.
 [Sweet white glaze cup with camellia pattern of King Hou Ling at the end of Jing Dynasty]
 Jiang Suizhou's eyes were blank.
 ...Who am I, where am I? How can the things dug out from the ancient graves be on my table?
 At this moment, the reckless maid made a small noise, which attracted his attention.
 But as soon as he swept his gaze over, and before thinking about speaking, the little girl who was about ten years old was so frightened that she fell to her knees, splashed the water on the floor, and kept kowtow.
 On the contrary, Jiang Suizhou was frightened.
 He tried to stay calm and raised his hand to signal her to retreat.
 I saw the little girl holding the basin gratefully and running away. After not running a few steps, she almost slipped by the water under her feet and was hitting the man who came in.
 "What does it look like to be reckless! Get out soon!" the man scolded.
 The voice of the eunuch.
 Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes to look at him, and saw this man trotting all the way, with a beautiful face and a smile on his face.
 The smile is very sincere, with three points to please.
 "Master." He proficiently bowed in front of Jiang Suizhou, reached his side, bowed and spoke back.
 "The lady's sedan chair has arrived, Master, don't miss the auspicious time."
 Jiang Suizhou looked at him quietly, and the hand hidden in his sleeve pinched himself severely.
 If he didn't believe it, he could still pass through suddenly.
 And, without knowing who I am, we will usher in a...
 The bridal chamber anthuriums.
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 According to a popular legend, the famous God of War of Great Liang, Huo Wujiu, was once captured by an enemy country. He had his meridians severed and both his legs broken before he was thrown into the prison. In order to humiliate him, that incapable ruler of the country gifted him to his cutsleeve brother as a concubine.
 General Huo suffered a great deal of humiliation. He laid in wait for three years before he shed his cicada skin and returned to the Great Jing. He treated his crippled legs, and three months later, he led his army to storm the enemy’s capital. He slaughtered the emperor, razed the capital, and finally beheaded that tr*sh of a cutsleeve, displaying his head on the city’s walls for the next three years.
 Since then, the world has been united.
 ——
 A certain university’s history lecturer received a graduation thesis depicting the legend of Huo Wujiu, and he wrote a full page of criticism for the student.
 Then he blinked, and he was transmigrated into the body of that cutsleeve prince.
 There were lanterns and decorations everywhere. A man came, sending word that the disabled general of the enemy state had already entered the manor in his wedding sedan.
 As he looked at the General Huo in front of him, taking in his malicious gaze, his tortured state, clad in a red wedding gown, Jiang Suizhou realised that even legends can come true.
 This legend could even cause him to be beheaded in public in the future, with his head hung on the city walls for three years.
 Jiang Suizhou’s only option was to take good care of General Huo.
 In spite of the hidden arrows of the court’s political agendas and the incapable ruler’s endless attempts to humiliate him, he could only bite the bullet and bear the brunt of it; his only wish was that after three years, he could protect his own head.
 Of course, he didn’t dare to even dream of asking this 3 meters tall “concubine” to serve him.
 However, before the three years was up, General Huo’s legs recovered on their own.
 He didn’t just slaughter the incapable ruler and unite the land under the heavens, but he also climbed into his own bed and pinned him down with a heated gaze, stubbornly wanting to establish his status as a concubine.
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 The world is like a chessboard and all living beings are the pieces on it!
 “I do not want to be treated as a chess piece by the players!”
 Defeat in this chess is tantamount to the destruction of my body and I’ll thoroughly disappear! Victory in this chess and I’ll have a very long life!
 With the help of an ancient Weiqi piece, Gu Hai arrived at the Divine Province Mainland!
 Heavenly Dao is eternal, however life is limited, making heaven and earth pieces of a chessboard, then in the end transformed into a loess, vanishing like faded smoke and scattered clouds. Nevertheless people still jump out of the chessboard, and these people are already prepared for their death while playing chess against the heavens, and perhaps win eternal life for themselves?
 “I’ve come, and I want to live through 10,000 lives without any boundaries!”
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 The universe. This infinite field of stars is the dream of every Hunter. 
 For the Hunters who run amidst the stars, the only limit they truly have is the universe. 
 Is there a limit to the universe? And where would this limit lay? 
 When the Shadow Hunter; a young man named Cillin obtains a strange chip by accident, he begins his journey into this endless field of stars.
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 Within the red tent, under the passionate eyes of the man on top, she was forced to make love and three thousand black strands turned to white.
 Outside the red tent, her husband laughed and drank with the beauties by his side as they watched…
 When the red was torn, pieces of it were carried away by the wind. As she stepped out with difficult steps, the silver hair danced in the wind. Exactly whose heart was the one that was hurt in the end?
 “How…how could it be you?” A voice filled with disbelief, he who always believed himself to be cold and unfeeling, fell into the pits of hell, filled with pain and regret for eternity.
 For this imperial power, there are countless hidden plots. She hid her capabilities and bided her time, only desiring for a safe haven. In the end, her wish did not come true, and she fell into the hands of someone else as a chess piece.
 The tale of a time-traveling woman who gets forced to the point of no return, turning her black hair into white. Should she bow to her fate and submit? Or should she fight back and glow brilliantly?
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 Wearing the game upgrade system into a stallion text, Xia Ge felt that she was suffocating. After several thoughts, Xia Ge, who is familiar with the plot, decided to hold the male protagonist’s thick thighs tightly. Then…cuckolded him.
 Xia Ge: I really didn’t mean to OTZ 
 Male protagonist (drawing a knife): Ha ha. 
 …
 Serious old-fashioned master sister (in contemplation: I think I like you.) 
 Xia Ge: …Don’t be like this. I’m scared. 
 …
 Hot-tempered killer young lady: I think you look pretty! 
 Xia Ge: Thank you, you are also pretty _(:3」∠)_, but just look at it (desperate.JPG) 
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 Beautiful devil woman: Do you want to die or marry? 
 Xia Ge: I want to go home TAT 
 …
 Later, Xia Ge left and thought about it. 
 I always feel that I am not the one teasing the harem of the male protagonist, but was teased by the male protagonist’s harem instead (violent tears) 
 …
 ——Xia Ge, listen, from now on, I will be your magnificent army with thousands of men and horses, and you will be incomparable in the whole world.
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 System: Do you want to be your Shuangwen heroine? 
 Weiwei: No, I don’t want to. 
 System: Do you want to be the heroine of the favored article? 
 Weiwei: No, I don’t want to. 
 System: Do you want to have gold fingers and reach the pinnacle of life from now on? 
 Weiwei: No, I don’t want to. 
 System: What do you want? 
 Weiwei: I just want you to be a passerby, can you? 
 System: Congratulations to the host for passing the test, hope that in the next missions the host can keep in mind the original intention and be a good passerby? 
 Weiwei: God horse stuff? ! 
 Author’s custom label: warm and clear water, easy
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 Luo Lin Yuan was born delicate, with a big temper, a hard character, and a good face.
 Yu Han is straight, good-tempered, and soft, and only sleeps three hours a day.
 Yu Han didn’t want Luo Lin Yuan near him.
 But Luo Lin Yuan wanted to be around him.
 This is an innocent, sweet campus story in which Little Princess Luo went to great lengths to make friends.
 Abstinent, Poor Gong x Obsessed with Cleanliness Little Princess Shou.
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 The people of Dafang village all say, the personality of the Lian family’s eldest daughter changed dramatically after her engagement was cancelled by her fiance’s family. She became extremely forceful and unreasonable. After hearing this, Lian Fangzhou secretly thought: Forceful? My parents are dead, my little brothers and sister are still young, with no one lending a helping hand, there are too many people looking to bully us showing up at my door! There’s still the most shameless pair of uncle and aunt eyeing our few acres of land, and even scheming to sell me off as a concubine! Treating my siblings as servants at their beck and call! If I was not forceful, how would we be able to live in peace? Don’t tell me that I should act like the previous Lian Fangzhou and die from extreme anger? In order to quell this bunch of demons, break out a wide path to walk on, angelic faces are useless, only the tricks used by malevolent spirits are the way to go!
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 The suicide of a high school girl following the rejection of her crush whom she confessed to roused the soul of a Scorpio Planet Marshal from her 200 million years of slumber — she reincarnated into the body of Xuan Mo. And so, she decided to live on Earth on behalf of the girl! However, it was quite the miserable situation for an alien to own two different sets of memories. She had to use her peculiar mental power to peep into the previous owner’s memories regarding everyday, mundane matters while trying to rein in her cutting aura pretending to be a normal human…
 But her shocking performance during military training definitely must have floored everyone. Okay fine, her incredible finesse aside, what’s with the consecutive bullseye for every single round during their shooting competition? Was this something a normal female student is able to achieve? Shouldn’t you explain yourself a little damnit! And what’s with the multiple grade jumps, and being contended for by the various prestigious universities? What kinda havoc you try’na wreck with your low-key flaunting? I mean it’s a good thing she’s caught the eye of a special organisation and was entrusted with important tasks, but what’s with all aloof rule-breaking gameplay? She’s practically the walking definition of “hated by even the gods”.
 What’s even stranger was that Xuan Mo’s only ever interested in warring matters and battling; she’ll only ever pay her ferociously blooming blossom luck as much heed as she minds the passing cloud with the mindset of crossing the bridge when she reaches it (wipes sweat) and can you be less insensitive when handling the various Earthlings’ endless crushing and eye-candying you?!
 This all screeches to a halt however when she discovers the existence of someone else from her home-planet, so she’ll be needing a raincheck with the getting a “spouse” part of mortal life on the Blue Planet. Of course, we’re discussing this on the premise that she wanted to return home…
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 Even more shocking than the fact that Li Wei won the world’s highest prize in theoretical physics at such a young age was the fact that he was found dead at home the day before the award ceremony, having committed suicide at the age of 35.
 In his letter to his student Jackie, he wrote: “All these years I had been crazy doing one thing, Physics is my whole life. The day it ends, the darkness will completely engulf me.
 Many years after graduation, Zhang Man saw a love letter in her physics book, signed by Li Wei, when she was sorting things out. After his suicide, she couldn’t eat or sleep at night, until one day she woke up and found herself back at the age of sixteen.
 –Later, Li Wei, who became a figurehead in the world of Physics again, said in an interview with global media, “There are two most important things in my life, Physics and her. Physics gave me the ability to think in the dark, and she, gave me light.”
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 Big news: Fu Xuechen, the great God of mathematics department, is making friends with the little cutie of the Chinese department.
 Her roommate pressed her: “I heard that the great God is chasing you!!!”
 Ran Xing with a blank face: “He didn’t chase me!”
 Her roommate asked, “What is he looking for you?”
 Ran Xing looked at the sleeping God: “Lying on the desk next to me and sleeping.”
 Roommate: “…”
 Fu Xuechen is a patient with severe insomnia. His dark circles are comparable to those of Gaara. He was prepared for sudden death long before he met Ran Xing.
 But after one look, he fell asleep on his desk.
 He simply asked for her timetable and slept next to her every day.
 Later, Ran Xing rented a house outside. Her roommate asked her for something and rang the bell. But Fu Xuechen, who was only wearing pajamas, opened the door.
 The roommate quickly apologized: “Sorry, I went to the wrong place.”
 Fu Xuechen said lazily: “You didn’t go wrong. She’s inside!”
 Roommate: “…”
 She said that the great God did not chase her!!!
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 Ever since Su Tian had transmigrated, she received a “Villainous Bosses Mentoring System” that could automatically identify villainous bosses IN THE MAKING.
 As for her missions, they were a little more complicated. For example:
 Stopping the boy in her class from deviating onto the path of becoming a villain;
 Turn the boy who was going to create a global financial crisis into Jack Ma of the new world;
 Talk the strange girl working at the toy shop out of her spending habit, because she will be the cause of hyperinflation!
 And the boy from the countryside that she ran into, please give up on developing bioweapons! Why don’t you focus on the Nobel Prize instead?
 Just when Su Tian thought all the little villains were growing straight up into upstanding people under her “education of love”, the small villains brought about a big villain…
 The young man has slender arms and legs and he cornered her into the restroom. He looked deeply into her eyes said, “I also need …”
 Su Tian shuddered, “What… what do you need?”
 “The education of love,” said the young man meaningfully!
 Ten minute later, Su Tian… was educated.
 System: This system is only responsible for identifying villains IN THE WORK. Matured villain are outside of its parameters.
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 That lonesome night as he lays dying in the hospital, fearing of death and desiring the taste of life, his mind became unprecedentedly complex with mixed emotions.
 Myasthenia gravis — an incurable disease where one’s muscle slowly degenerated until the day when one can no longer move and only tears may flow.
 “Is this… dying?”
 When he opened his eyes again, he had crossed over into the body of a two months old infant, right in the middle of an assassination attempt.
 He was born as the illegitimate son of a noble. His name was Fan Xian; and with that name came the burden of deep political secrets and the legacy of his mother.
 He understood; to survive, he needed unparalleled strength, money and political power.
 To a new world with the luxury of a new life, so named; Celebrating the Remaining Life.
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