
The Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty
by Xie Mei Afan
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There are acres of land, wineries, wheat production, rice cultivation, and he is proficient in poetry, lyrics, and songs. Wake up and travel through the Tang Dynasty...
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Shen Changqing waved his hand, quietly retreated, and stood guard outside the city. He didn't want to go in and ask for trouble, so he looked behind with a hint of anxiety. After a long time, a loud shout resounded in the ears, and a figure with an aggrieved face rode over on a fast horse: "Chang Qing, the car is running so fast, why didn't you tell me earlier?" "Your Highness, Wei Chen said, you don't believe it!" Shen Changqing shrugged and interrupted: "Now is not the time to talk about cars, let's go to the city to find the emperor!" "Chang Qing, my father has already gone in, why don't you go in and why do you come here to wait for me?" "Your Highness, how can you and my brother abandon you?" "Fart, please tell me honestly. Did you get into trouble? Are you bored here and trying to trick me?" "Your Highness, do you remember what happened with the last tour group?" Li Chengqian's eyes narrowed and he cursed loudly: "Asshole, I knew it, you cheated me again, I won't take the blame!" Shen Changqing gritted his teeth and felt hard in his heart: "Your Highness, 30% of the members, no more, so why don't you carry me?"
What the hell, it was written***
What the hell
A good novel should portray the protagonist as if he cannot live without being a literary copywriter. This is the author showing his poetic heart! This kind of trash can't survive more than two episodes, and feels like the whole world revolves around him. He's a brainless, retarded writer.
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Official(4)Scraped 16d ago
Shen Changqing waved his hand, quietly retreated, and stood guard outside the city. He didn't want to go in and ask for trouble, so he looked behind with a hint of anxiety. After a long time, a loud shout resounded in the ears, and a figure with an aggrieved face rode over on a fast horse: "Chang Qing, the car is running so fast, why didn't you tell me earlier?" "Your Highness, Wei Chen said, you don't believe it!" Shen Changqing shrugged and interrupted: "Now is not the time to talk about cars, let's go to the city to find the emperor!" "Chang Qing, my father has already gone in, why don't you go in and why do you come here to wait for me?" "Your Highness, how can you and my brother abandon you?" "Fart, please tell me honestly. Did you get into trouble? Are you bored here and trying to trick me?" "Your Highness, do you remember what happened with the last tour group?" Li Chengqian's eyes narrowed and he cursed loudly: "Asshole, I knew it, you cheated me again, I won't take the blame!" Shen Changqing gritted his teeth and felt hard in his heart: "Your Highness, 30% of the members, no more, so why don't you carry me?"
What the hell, it was written***
What the hell
A good novel should portray the protagonist as if he cannot live without being a literary copywriter. This is the author showing his poetic heart! This kind of trash can't survive more than two episodes, and feels like the whole world revolves around him. He's a brainless, retarded writer.











