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 The braid was cut off by Qigen, and there was blood on the root of the braid.
 Zhou Shixiang's scalp went cold and he felt a dull pain, knowing that the back of his head must have been chipped.
 The man in the military uniform was stunned when he saw Zhou Shixiang, and couldn't help sneering: "Why, you still don't admit it?"
 The man dressed as a hunter saw Zhou Shixiang's face was dissatisfied, he grinned, and said to the man in military uniform: "Big brother, what are you talking about with him, brothers, do some tricks, if you don't believe him, you won't do it."
 Hearing this, the man who pressed Zhou Shixiang's left hand also agreed: "Yes, give me some means, this kid with fine skin and tender meat must be like a girl, it won't take three times, just cry for his father and beg for his mother. Here you go." After saying that, he was about to start.
 Seeing that this group of people didn't believe in him, they didn't allow themselves to say even a single sentence of explanation, and they had to torture themselves with "extorting confessions by torture", Zhou Shixiang was also anxious, and with a stab in the neck, he shouted at the big brother: " Just based on my braids, how can you think I am a Tartar spy!... If I don't cut my hair and keep my braids, then the Tartars can let me go? You can still arrest me here? I'm dead! ... Besides If I'm really a spy of the Tartars, how can I keep this braid, isn't it too long for my life?"
 When the men heard this, they were all slightly startled, and after thinking about it, it seemed to make some sense. The Qing army used a knife to force the Ming people to shave their hair. If this kid didn't shave his hair, how could he survive. Besides, the spies of the Qing army pretended to be the same as the people of the Ming Dynasty, and there was no one who dared to braid like this kid.
 It seems that this kid is not a spy? But if it weren't for the spies, how could there be that horse, with a knife, and why did he come to the mountains?
 The men were all a little hesitant. The man at the head pondered for a moment, but instead of believing Zhou Shixiang, he asked him: "If you weren't a spy of the Tartars, why did you come to this mountain? There is nothing but our brothers here. No, you didn't come in to find out what's going on with us, but what are you trying to do?"
 "I'm lost, I don't know how to get out." Zhou Shixiang told the truth.
 "Lost?" The leader of the man twitched his cheeks, showing a look of disbelief, "hum", and instructed his subordinates: "This kid is hard-mouthed, search him to see if there are any Tartar objects."
 Hearing this, the man dressed as a hunter stepped forward to search Zhou Shixiang's body. Zhou Shixiang knew that he had no right to refuse, so he didn't move, and let him go over his body, except for a long life with the word "An'er" engraved on it. Outside the lock, there was nothing on Zhou Shixiang's body.
 This longevity lock was made by Zhao's parents for his grandson at the time of An'er Hundred Days. It used some gold, and it looked like it was worth a lot of money.
 But in the eyes of these men, the lock was nothing. The man dressed as a hunter didn't care, and threw the lock to the man with a beard in civilian clothes, who didn't even look at it. Put it in his arms.
 Seeing this, Zhou Shixiang was excited, and he struggled desperately, struggling, and shouted, "Give the lock back to me, give the lock back to me!"
 According to Zhou Shixiang, the two men with fleshy faces did not prevent him from suddenly struggling, and almost made him break free. The bearded man was furious, and scolded: "Be honest, if you dare to move again, I will kill you with a knife!"
 This lock is the only thing his son has in the world, and it is also Zhou Shi's only emotional sustenance for his deceased son. How can it be allowed to be taken away! But it was due to the fact that those two were too strong for his man, and he couldn't break free several times.
 "You heroes, you can take that horse and that knife, but you have to pay me back this long-life lock! Otherwise, I will not let you go even if I die and be a ghost!"
 Zhou Shixiang was so anxious that he was about to cry. He, who completely carried the memory of the owner of his body, had an innate and unforgettable love for his dead beloved son.
 Seeing Zhou Shixiang's emotions, the leader of the man saw that Zhou Shixiang was very emotional, his eyes widened, and there were tears in his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder why the boy was so concerned about the lock, and signaled the beard not to act rashly. He half squatted down and asked Zhou Shixiang, "Why does this lock have to be returned? you?"
 "Why?"
 Zhou Shixiang's voice was choked. Thinking of the scenes before An Er's death, the tears in his eyes couldn't stop falling, and he cried, "This lock is my beloved son's thing, how can I make it go away from me."
 After hearing this, the leading man said with disapproval: "I'm talking about a big thing, but it's just a longevity lock, you can hit another one for your son, it's going to be dead or alive, it really annoys us, and I will call you to see the king of **** with one knife. , then you can't even see your son."
 Hearing this, Zhou Shixiang fell silent for a while, staring at the ground for a long time without speaking, the man was a little impatient, and was about to reprimand, but Zhou Shixiang's voice that could not be lower came from his ear: "My son is no longer alive."
 "Dead? Dead?"
 The man was slightly stunned, but he wasn't too surprised. It's not unusual for a child to die prematurely these days. Few of the common people have never had a child die. The more I saw it, the less emotion I felt, it was all life.
 The young man who didn't want to look like a scholar in front of him suddenly turned hideous, gritted his teeth and said, "My son didn't die of illness, my son was killed by Qing Jun!... Not only my son, my parents and wife are also called Qing Jun. If you kill me, I'll be the only one left in a family of five!"
 Four members of a family of five died?
 After all the men heard this, Zhou Shixiang's eyes suddenly became sympathetic, and they were a little embarrassed to take An'er's longevity lock beard.
 The leading man stared at Zhou Shixiang for a long time, and after confirming that the other party's expression was not falsified, he sighed and stood up and said, "So, you are really not a spy of the Tartars?"
 "I'm by no means a spy of the Tartars!" Zhou Shixiang said firmly and unquestionably.
 The leading man was still puzzled. He pointed to the waist knife on the ground and said to Zhou Shixiang: "If you are not a spy of the Tartars, what is the matter with this knife and the horse outside? Looking at your appearance, I am afraid that you are really a scholar, a spy. How can a scholar have these things?"
 "I killed a Qing army general and snatched the horse, and the knife was also snatched from him."
 When Zhou Shixiang replied, there was no great emotion on his face, and his tone was very calm, as if this matter sounded normal. But he thought it was normal, but the men in the shed were not normal. After being surprised, someone immediately questioned: "How can you kill the Tartar general and how can you take his horse in your show? It’s too fake, who can you trust?”
 "I just touched your hand just now, there's no calluses and no bubbles, you can see that you haven't held a knife, and then look at your body, hehe, you actually said that you killed a Tartar general? This cow is so bragging, you simply say You have to kill the prince of Tartar."
 "Ha ha..."
 There was a roar of laughter in the shed, and the leading man was also very unbelievable. He believed in the revenge of the righteous, but it was unbelievable for a scholar to kill, and it was still a Tartar general.
 When Zhou Shi met them, he didn't believe them, and he didn't know what to say. After all, it sounded mysterious. He couldn't say that he was not the scholar Zhou Shixiang, but a soldier of later generations. Seeing that these guys looked at him with bad eyes again, at this time, someone suddenly asked at the door, "What's your name?"
 "Zhou Shixiang."
 Zhou Shixiang blurted out his name and saw a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt walking over from the door.
 The men seemed to respect the middle-aged man very much, and let him stand side by side with the man in the military uniform called the eldest brother. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
 "Zhou Shixiang?"
 The middle-aged man looked Zhou Shixiang up and down, and he seemed to be remembering something. For a moment, he nodded, turned his face with a smile and said to the group of men: "This man is indeed not a spy of the Tartars, what he said is true. Yes, the horses outside and the knives on the ground are indeed those of the Tartar generals he robbed."
 After listening to the middle-aged man's words, all the men were stunned.
 The leading man looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief, and said hesitantly, "Mr. Song?"
 The middle-aged man who was called Mr. Song smiled slightly, turned his eyes to Zhou Shixiang's face, and said, "Yesterday, when I went to the county town to get medicine, I saw the bulletin that wanted this man at the city gate, and there was his portrait on the bulletin. Can't be wrong." After speaking, he said to the crowd with a tone of admiration: "Do you know which general of the Tartars this Zhou Xiucai killed?"
 "Who?"
 Everyone's appetite was swayed. They believed what Mr. Song said, but which Tartar general did Zhou Xiucai kill this week?
 After Mr. Song had satisfied everyone's appetite, he stretched his voice in the eyes of everyone's expectations: "It's the general under the thief of Shang Kexi, Yu Yunlong!"
 "You Yunlong?!"
 "It's him!"
 "call!"
 Hearing this name, everyone, including the man in the military uniform, changed their faces in unison, and then exhaled in unison. Surprise was written all over their faces, and their gazes towards Zhou Shixiang instantly became admiring, as if In front of him is no longer a scholar, but like Changshan Zhao Zilong.
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 The wind follows the dragon, the cloud follows the tiger, fame and fortune, dust and soil
 Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, thousands of miles of fertile land are barren
 Look at the world, make all the hustlers, and make up for the incompleteness of heaven
 Good man, don’t be parents, only for the common people, not for the Lord
 Holding ninety-nine steel knives, killing Hu Erfang
 I am a dignified man, why am I a barbarian as a horse and an ox
 The strong man drank the wine in his bowl, and he traveled thousands of miles without looking back
 The golden drums roared in unison, everyone roared, never breaking the Huanglong oath!
 …………
 In the eleventh year of the Shunzhi reign in the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, Zhou Shixiang, a Han from Xinhui in Guangdong, said, “My Han man will never be a slave!”
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 “My name is Hua Chun.”
 When she first introduced herself to the Emperor, she saw the most beautiful smile blossom on his face; yet, it was only a pity that this cold, taciturn, and wicked emperor had only smiled once in his life.
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 Hua Chun fell in love with the handsome and just Prime Minister from a popular TV show. But beyond all reason, she found herself transmigrated into the same story as none other than the Prime Minister — only to find out her beloved Prime Minister is actually a woman secretly parading as man in the Emperor’s court!
 Whirled into a historical world, Hua Chun, once a young and beautiful lady in her twenties, had to pretend as a man and stand beside the imposing Emperor, becoming his loyal and upright minister.
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 What should she do if she transmigrates into a cannon fodder? The first thing she will do will be to happily repay all the debt owed to the original body. She will enjoy living in the present rather than worry about the future since this is her second chance at life. 
 Max-leveled bosses suddenly make a comeback at the last minute! 
 【My fiancé falls in love with the housekeeper’s daughter? What about me? Well, I naturally have my own small wolfdog coax me until I’m happy!】 
 【So what if the abandoned wife of a wealthy man is ridiculed by the whole network? How shallow! I came from a rich and powerful family too!】 
 【An idol fan has accidentally taken in the wrong idol. It’s fine, she will just raise and nurture the puppy dog to her taste.】 
 *Puppy Dog – A guy who is young, handsome, clingy, possessive, slender, and lean but has muscles.
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 Datang accountant, starting to liquidate family property 
 Qin Song, the chief accountant of a multinational pharmaceutical group, traveled back to the home of a wealthy man during the Zhenguan period. 
 I wanted to live my life as a dandy, 
 Who knew that someone would line their own pockets and swallow up our family's money? 
 The father can tolerate it, but the son cannot tolerate it. 
 I still need to save money to marry a wife. 
 Check the accounts! We must check, check to the end 
 This investigation is out of control. 
 "Mr. Qin, my master invites you to go over and check the family's account books." 
 "Young Master, the madam at Hehuan Building wants to hire one of our accounting clerks..." 
 "Young Master Qin, the Imperial College asks you to assist in investigating the household department..." 
 "Manager Qin, here is the account book for grain and grass allocation. Are you giving up..." 
 "Master Qin, your Majesty would like to hear your opinion on the secret accounts of the officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs." 
 Li Shimin: "Boy, check the accounts. Why did you seduce my girl?"
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 The reborn Prince Hechingen of the Swabian branch of the Hohenzollern family, sees the situation in Europe, and the war is about to start, so Europe doesn’t wait. Enclosure in East Africa, immigration development, and agricultural foundation, step by step, with the help of the crisis to achieve industrialization.
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 Zhao Dezhu received a call from his grandfather who had been missing for many years. 
 Just when he was crying bitterly 
 His grandfather said that he had traveled to the anti-Japanese battlefield. 
 Zhao Dezhu: 
 "Grandpa, I got a ton of AKs, you get me a ton of antiques." 
 "Grandpa, if you exchange one ton of penicillin for one ton of gold, you won't suffer a loss." 
 "Grandpa, I got the nuclear bomb, don't hang up..."
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 This path has many ups and downs. People come, people go. 
 Jiang Ling did not have the makings of a martial artist. She once felt inferior, but with a heart full of optimism, she sought another path. 
 In the world on top of the mountain, all she had were her shifu, shijie, and shixiong. When she entered Jianghu, she had to start over from the beginning, and He Xi bursted into her life. This was the first time she had met a foreign woman, and sure enough, she’s as different as the books say. In her ignorance, Jiang Ling did everything with her until she finally started to panic. 
 ⸺ What in the world is wrong with me? 
 “Don’t avoid me, I grew up on the mountain, and I haven’t seen much of the world.” 
 From opposing each other across a sea of blood to finally joining hands to walk the same path, Jiang Ling has hated and she has loved.
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 This is the story of a graduate student majoring in ancient Chinese who was repeatedly ravaged on the way to employment. He returned to the middle of the Ming Dynasty and entered the body of a young child in a mountain village. 
 The dull father and the pungent mother, Yishui’s best relatives, have a lot of troubles in the small farmyard. Fortunately, we have thousands of years of historical accumulation, four books, five classics, stereotyped essays, and professional counterparts. 
 The national power rises vertically and governs; 
 &nbsp; Legal discipline is loose, official discipline is lax; 
 There are a few treacherous ministers, and some Japanese pirates; 
 But generally speaking, it can be said that this is a fertile ground for the free breeding of scholar-bureaucrats. 
 A legend of the rise of a poor family grew from here. 
 I would like to pay tribute to all time-traveling classics with this article. 
 PS: Rise of the poor family book friend group: 219,803,021; Rise of the poor family full subscription group: 254,292,459 Welcome everyone to join the group and communicate with each other, and welcome everyone to communicate with me.
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 Travel back to the magic city of the isolated island period and awaken the King of Destruction system. 
 Every time you disrupt a Japanese and puppet operation, you will receive generous rewards. 
 Just as he was ambitious and ambitious, he was ready to embark on the right path to destroy the Japanese and puppet actions. 
 Suddenly I found that I had become a little devil stationed at No. 76. 
 "How to play now?" 
 "I am Long Guoxin!" 
 "I revolutionize my life!" 
 "Spur the Japanese and puppet troops!" 
 The front line is short of ammunition! I send! 
 There is a shortage of medicines in the border area! I send! 
 Underground organization exposed! Warning! 
 The enemy has laid a trap! Warning! 
 There is a traitor in the organization! Rape! 
 There's a mole inside! Rape! 
 A stumbling block for the Japanese and puppets! I am the strongest! 
 Support the construction of border areas! I am the strongest! 
 The devils have been attacked! I encourage it! 
 The traitor gave up! I encourage it! 
 Devils breed inertia! I encourage! 
 The secret agents are working hard! I encourage! 
 The Japanese and puppets continued to kill people, but I became a favorite of the Japanese army! 
 The more I destroy the Japanese and puppet action plans, the stronger my abilities become! 
 The more the Japanese lose, the higher my rank will be!
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 Mu Wushuang, a top secret agent of the twenty-first century with divine medical skills. Bringing people back from the dead with one hand, while killing criminals with the other. If she wanted someone dead at midnight, that person would not live past dawn, winning her the nickname “Lady Hades”. She passed through space and time and was transmigrated into the Hou Manor’s Third Young Miss, an ugly woman known far and wide to be a useless piece of tr*sh. 
 Who could have known? When those glacial eyes open, all beasts submit, shaking up Heaven and earth. She’s an one-of-a-kind summoner with heaven defying abilities, and a super prodigy among elixir cultivators. She contracts divine beasts, tramples over evil scums and dregs of society, stopping buddha if she encounters one, killing gods if they hinder her! But who is going to tell her that the Imperial Uncle that she had accidentally become entangled with will be so hard to shake off? 
 A certain prince: “The Royal Lady is as beautiful as a goddess. All of you better watch her closely, and anyone who tries to hit on her shall be killed without exception!” “My Lord, are you blind? Don’t you realize that it will be the Lady trying to hit on others instead!” The secret guard cried in silent anguish in his heart, his gaze fixed upon the pudgy and rotund Royal Lady.
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 After getting betrayed and killed by the only person she’d loved, Miss Shang wakes up in the body of the cowardly crown prince Shang Wuxin, who, due to her own circumstances, was actually a girl cross-dressing as a boy. After inheriting the crown prince’s memories, Shang Wuxin has three things on her agenda:
 1. Clean up the house
 2. Gather loyal followers and soldiers
 3. Get the throne
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 She has been drawn into the life of the phoenix, such fate – “The Emperor Swallow”, but few days later she married the Prime Minister; she possesses beauty that overthrows cities and ruins states but also has a talented and virtuous mind, yet her husband is deeply in love with the Emperor’s doted consort. On their wedding night, his face filled with guilt, says to her: Apart from love, I can give you anything……
 Though deep in nobility, her life is not monotonous, to pick up the new number one scholar from within the imperial palace, to rescue the Nu clan’s prince in the back alleys, and with the young general falling off the cliff, with the Emperor engaging in a battle of wits over the inner palace…….
 Many men were unable to conquer her beauty and wisdom, yet when trying to win the beauty, they cannot let go of their plundering desires in lust for power. Within the imperial court, there is an underlying turbulence of disputing fronts. On the battlefield, there is the slaughtering of armoured cavalry……the tender grace of a beauty, hearts fuelled with lust for power, which is it that is the burial of such heroes?
 Troubled times since the war, they survive in this strife, fighting to dominate this world, seizing the beauty that overthrows cities and ruin states……
 The world, because of this beauty, is in chaos; but who is it that this beauty charmingly smiles at?
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 Fu Wenyu, a writer of melodramatic stories, traveled to ancient times. 
 The original owner's father unfortunately fell ill on the way to the imperial examination, not only spent all the family savings, but also died. 
 This really stirred up a hornet's nest! 
 The greedy uncle and aunt immediately turned against each other and separated the family, and kicked the original owner's family out. 
 Facing the leaking thatched house, and the mother and sister who were at a loss, Fu Wenyu rolled up his sleeves and decided to pick up his old business.
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