Dear babies, the title of the book will be changed in the future to "Help, after passing through the book, I became a true daughter-in-law" (it cannot be changed for the time being)
Traveling through books, conspiracy, dual strength, fantasy of ten generations, sadomasochism, counter-murder
On the first day of reading, I made a death list.
Shen Zhirou, reborn for revenge, kills the Shen family;
Xie Jingyuan, a famous general in hundreds of battles, died in Biyang Pass;
Xiao Yan ascended the throne as emperor and lived alone all his life;
King Rui, the ninth generation rebelled, and the entire family of the ninth generation was executed;
A patrolman can change his script, but cannot change his own fate;
The national preceptor preaches to the world and sits on the star observatory;
I am Shen Yanhe, a vicious female partner, a cold palace with poisonous wine, which breaks my bones and raises ashes.
I made up my mind to survive, hugged Shen Zhirou's thigh tightly, and survived the ending without fighting or fighting.
But strange things happened one after another: the farming pictures I drew became the national law of Fengjicang; the bad governance in the feudal town I talked about became the blueprint for Zongzhi's GSP system; the black spot on the right side of my face burned every night.
That was the wake-up call I made on myself before I died in my previous life.
Only then did I realize that this was not a book, but a ten-life fantasy created by the imperial master's obsession.
Xie Jingyuan is the sword of the formation, Xiao Yan is the template of the emperor, King Rui is the nourishment of resentment, the patrolman is the high-level paper man, and the national master died in the first life.
Everyone thinks they are playing chess, but in fact they are all chess pieces.
I died nine times.
In this tenth life,
Fengjicang, I control it.
Zongzhi ordered, I will decide.
I break this illusion.
Want to trap me?
Ask me first whether I can answer or not.
The name is not engraved on the monument on the mountain behind Xuanqing Gate, not because it is not worthy of being remembered.
It's because the people who remember them are not dead yet.
When everyone who remembers them is dead, there will be no need to defend the formation.
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking