Zhenguan Flourished and Became Famous

As a provocateur author, I hope new friends who read this book will keep their mouths open. If you start complaining after reading one or two chapters, please leave. It doesn't matter to me now, I just write my books for people I like. Without them, I wouldn't be able to survive now. Those big brothers who are making random criticisms, you have the freedom to speak, but this does not mean that you can trample on other people's hard work. Just start criticizing after two chapters. A fictional story must be well-founded. Doesn't this fantasy story need to have a different world for you to support? If I really find a problem, I will sincerely correct it. If I came here specifically to vent, I'm sorry, I will just delete your post and ban you and leave! I remember the funniest thing was that people who came in and complained about it didn't even read it, and just said what you wrote was a fantasy. I really don't know if that person is reading with his eyes open, I doubt it. If it's because of recommendations, I'll create a small account to vent my anger. All I can say is that it's not scary if you lose the book, but it's scary if you lose the person. The picture below is dated May 10, 2020. It's true that I sell content, but not my dignity! Figure 1 shows the content of all the comments someone made, and Figure 2 shows the comments on this book.

Damn it, can you fight in the back seat of Shaying at the age of eight?

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To be honest, I cried twice while reading this book. This book is really well written. How to say it? If you put yourself into this protagonist role. It's really easy to cry while watching it.

In the following chapters, you can write equations and learn the Six righteousnesses of a gentleman, fully demonstrating his talents. The final image created should be that Kite is a man with strategy, brains and courage, who can even be compared to Mo Shangren like Mr. Yu and his son are unparalleled in the world. He is a man who loves and protects his brothers. He can protect his brothers, but this brother should be limited to the children of the eldest grandson Queen. It is impossible for Huang Risheng not to compete for the throne. It is possible that brothers from the same family may not compete, but Brother Li is not a family member with them after all.

I've read a few chapters and I can't stand it anymore. What a crappy novel it is.

The protagonist, the King of Qin, went out to kill the enemy, and his concubine was sold by Li Shimin. Li Zhi rebelled and killed Shi Qi but refused to kill him. Li Shimin said that the White Wolf Army was disbanded and could only serve as a soldier in wartime. Isn't such a father rebellious? Does he have any fatherly love for you? He treats you purely as a tool. And the Queen Mother, so many soldiers under her command have been disarmed, and the concubines have been killed, and yet they are still obedient to her. I don't understand. If you want to do things in Lingnan, you have to force the protagonist back to Chang'an, and you, as a tool, can continue to work. He Li Shimin, her eldest grandson Wugu, don't you know how much pain Chang'an has brought you, and you have to go back. In your eyes, those brothers who have gone through life and death, your freedom, and your women are nothing compared to her eldest grandson Wugu?

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, like the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night, I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting ninety thousand miles, never resting, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing to the earth, until death, I still like you very much, like the sun filling the sky with wine, gentle and comfortable, I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart, I still like you very much, like the rain and wine falling on the earth. 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Take turns, regardless of day and night, I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, I still like you bit by bit, like stars twinkling in the night sky, neon blur, I still like you very much, like stars falling in the wind I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud. When the softness disperses, I still like you very much. Like the starlight falling into the eyes, I can see you thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like the hairpin head phoenix. The last stroke is that I still like you very much, like the red curtain on a spring night. I still like you very much. I am afraid that I still like you when I think of you. I still like you very much, like the heavy rain trapped by the bumps. I still like you very much even after entering the canal. I still like you very much, like the lingering clouds. I still like you very much, just like a monk who has been wandering for too long. 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I still like you very much when I can't express myself in words. , Like the chirping of Zigui in the rain, I still like you very much when I go back, like the uncontrollable murmurs in a dream, it's all you and I still like you very much, like dressing up and waiting for a ten-year holiday, I don't know the love, so I still like you very much, like longing passing away like a river, non-stop, I still like you very much, like the cliff flattening and regenerating the whole forest, I still like you very much when you are in the shade of the tree, like yellow flowers piled up on the ground, old friends thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a lump in my throat, like sweet rice. I still like you very much, like the sea changes into the mulberry field, and the stars change. I still like you very much, like the yellowed passage in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, I have lost my voice. I still like you very much, Like the stars playing in the billions of dark nights, I still like you very much without complaining, like the old opera excerpts in the old city, I still like you very much with gentle words, like the overlord saying goodbye to Concubine Yu, I still like you very much if the situation has to be forced, like the lonely star falling on the moon, I can't bear to abandon you. I still like you very much, like a quiet pear blossom, drifting away in the wind. I still like you very much, like red beans dim and lovesick. I still like you very much, like a spring swallow shears the rain, regardless of the wet clothes. I still like you very much, like the sand rising in the desert, no one asks about you, like the rain falling on the lake, and the silent friendship, I still like you very much, like the wine hidden in the winding alleys, the streets, I still like you very much, like the sound of music in the heart, like the palace businessman Zhengyu. I still like you very much, just like the ancient green lantern Buddha in Shaolin Temple, I don't want to cross myself. I still like you very much, like a deer hiding in the deep forest standing alone, timid and looking forward to the end. I still like you very much, as obsessed as drinking poison to quench my thirst. No medicine can cure it. I still like you very much, like rain falling 70,000 meters from the sky, not afraid of turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the sunshine all over the city and the spring breeze ten miles away. I still like you very much, like a gentle move across the sea or a bridge planted in the north, out of season. I still like you very much, like a soldier riding alone, with enemies in all directions. I still like you very much. Du Ruo is old and defeated by Cha Mi. I still like you very much, just like the dead grass burns out and the wind rises again last night. 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I still like you very much, like a silkworm willing to reel silk, regardless of life or death. I still like you very much, like the spring breeze ten miles away, not as good as you. I still like you very much, even if we never meet again in this life.

The protagonist always thought that when Li Er and the Queen were so kind to him, he thought that he was the "son" of the princess, so Li Er was so kind to him. Looking at the reactions and attitudes of the family during the family dinner, the Queen's reaction was so big, and the protagonist still didn't expect it, but if he thought about it from the beginning, he should have made some guesses, right? But the author also explained that the protagonist thought of himself as the son of Princess Pingyang at that time. The main reason was that Li Er could not directly recognize him, and it was not considered poisonous! I just feel that the protagonist is a bit clumsy sometimes, but there is nothing I can do about it. After all, after going through so many things before, I never expected that he has such a big life experience and is actually Li Er's son! I thought I came here dressed in clothes. After all, I came here with a gun. The author didn't make it clear whether he was wearing clothes or soul. But he should be wearing clothes. After all, there is no memory fusion of the previous body. Come on, author! ! !

The protagonist's concubine is dead, and I don't even dare to ask him. They grew up together as dogs, and they would ask if they were killed by their own father. It wasn't Li Shimin who allowed anyone to touch the protagonist's woman. Li Shimin felt guilty towards the protagonist, but he still treated the protagonist like this because he felt guilty. He would snatch good things from the protagonist. There were fathers like this in the world, and a king would not do this to his ministers. Author, can you feel better?