She has an alluring appearance, but she is cursed by the world as a witch who brings disaster to the country. Di Ze En Chong, it turns out that everything is just for revenge. Behind the glitz, the truth gradually emerged. He was the initiator of national hatred and family feud... A beauty of a generation attracted heroes from all over the world to bow to her, but he was the only one who wanted to get rid of her quickly. After trying their best to trick me into getting the jade seal, they humiliated me, tortured me, and imprisoned me. He was as ruthless as he: He wanted to burn me at the stake during the enthronement ceremony; He randomly gave me to his royal brother at the palace banquet; He once stabbed a sharp blade into my body; He even personally drank strong abortion pills for me, just to get the blood of the most noble fetus in the world to cure Bai Yueguang's heart disease. /- When prosperity comes to an end and crazy love turns into sorrow, simply destroy this flower-like beauty, cut off thousands of green hairs, and put it to death before living. From then on, the enchanting face reappeared, confusing the four countries: "You have ruined my life, I will subvert your world!" But he personally presented the jade seal that he had deceived from me back then...
The real history reappears, and a scholar from a rural area made the Qing Dynasty's national destiny last for half a century. The plot is real and the plot is delicate, just like scenes from a TV series before your eyes. This novel is based on private information provided by Zeng's descendants and Qing history manuscripts. It neither praises nor criticizes, and truly restores the origin of Zeng Guofan, the last Neo-Confucian master in China, including his ancestors, brothers, same age, wife, and children, as well as the details of his life as a servant. The ambitions and feelings of a generation of scholars are reflected from every detail of the protagonist's life, and it truly shows the little-known lives and joys, sorrows and joys of officials and officials in the imperial court. Let's take a look at the life of civil servants in the Qing Dynasty who drifted to the north.
The writing style of this book is definitely not bad! It is said that the author spent two years practicing his writing style. After repeated improvements, although it still needs to be refined, it is still considered delicate! The plot is not too slow - please read it, princess.
💌 Her smile is the softest place in his heart and the deepest secret in his heart. He is willing to spend his whole life protecting her smile, her innocence and beauty.
This Tomato Treasure novel is super interesting, super funny and absolutely worth reading. This Tomato Treasure novel combines suspenseful love and adventure and explores the boundaries of human nature.
The writing is innocent and you will regret it for the rest of your life if you don't read it. This novel not only displays rich emotions and fierce human conflicts, but also reveals the essence of human nature and profound values. Its meticulous character description and plot design undoubtedly make it a literary masterpiece that cannot be missed this year. I highly recommend this book, it will get you hooked and you won't be able to put it down.
The writing is beautiful, the poems come at your fingertips, and the story is fascinating, leaving you wanting more. Tenacity, forbearance, weakness, unruliness, perfection... No matter the protagonist or the supporting role, every character is described with heart and sincere emotions. You will not be willing to put down this book.
The writing style is an ethereal and abstract feeling, and there are a thousand Lin Daiyu in the hearts of a thousand people. The key is that reading "breaks" thousands of volumes and writes "as if" there is spirit. Welcome everyone to read this novel. After reading it, will you doubt the authenticity of the world? I hope this story can ignite the red fire in your hearts!
Bu Nuan was 13 years old, a lively and agile age. Due to the asthma caused by her mother's womb, she did not dare to fly the kite outside easily, so she flew it through the window. Unexpectedly, the spring breeze hit the flying kite straight on Xia Jiulang's head downstairs, so there were subsequent marriage proposals, betrothal gifts, and replacement stickers... But just when the dowry was being prepared and the wedding was about to take place, Xia Jiulang died unfortunately. The story takes place in the era of Empress Wu in the Tang Dynasty. Although it was more open at that time, Bu Nuan was the daughter-in-law of the Xia family after all. After Jiulang died, Bu Nuan still had to go to the Xia family to stay alone. What should I do? Is this how I will be widowed for the rest of my life? But then why did I end up at my uncle's house? And the story behind this is even more exciting. The author's writing style is excellent, especially the psychological description is delicate, meticulous, and tactful. It's a bit sadistic, so I shed tears as the plot develops, which is very heart-wrenching.
Literary novels with realistic themes reflect the confusion and breakthrough of young people today, and reflect many social problems. Rich and profound, the description is delicate. Non-tomato regular creation, self-recommendation, worthy of encounter
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These are Tomato Treasure novels. They are definitely worth reading. They have high ratings and are read by many people at the same time. They blend suspenseful love and adventure, explore the boundaries of human nature, experience a fantasy journey, and take you through time and space...
[Not a cool article] + [Slow heat] + [No golden fingers] + [Boys and women] + [Group portraits] + [Black belly] + [Second Emperor Master] The ascetic master's hair grows one inch, his life is cut off. Your hopes are the motivation to move forward. Thank you for reading. I am very grateful.
Everyone in the world has gone to great lengths to set up spirit gathering formations, hoping to gather more spiritual energy to help them practice. It's good for us. The spiritual energy is too much and too strong, and we have to find a way to disperse some of it. It's really interesting. [Grass has been planted] [Grass has been planted]
The sequence setting + the hot-tongued male protagonist + the sense of absurdity of the underworld beings involved, this is your perfect choice. The teaching of wall penetration can be written with a sense of battle of wits. The author is a maniac about details, so it will not be a loss if you follow it.
The writing of this novel is good, and it will be helpful to your writing after reading it. While feeling the writing, you can also integrate into the book and feel the danger and justice of border drug enforcement in the 1990s.
I have loved him for ten years, but I am only worthy of being her shadow. The first time I saw him, I was being chased and pushed into a fire pit. He rescued me from the traffickers, took off his coat and put it on my shoulders, and said warmly: "Girl, you are free." From that moment on, I knew that I was destined to follow him for the rest of my life. Not because of repayment, but because - he was the first person who didn't want anything from me and just wanted me to live. I followed him around, trying to find someone with him. I've been looking for it for ten years. His temples turned completely white overnight at Anqing Ferry one year. Because someone told him that his wife had appeared there. He chased you for three days and three nights, but it was not you who he chased. He squatted on the dock all night. When I found him the next day, his temples were completely white. He never cried when he drank. When I'm awake I don't shed a single tear. Only drunk, lying alone on the inn bed, shouting "Die'er, Die'er, where are you, where are you", tears streaming from the corners of the eyes into the pillow. I wiped it for him. He never knew. He bought the house in the south of the city. The yard is filled with gardenias, the swing is set up, and the children's room is decorated. He goes there every year, sitting alone in the empty yard and staring at the gardenia tree in a daze. The flowers bloom and then fade, and then bloom again. You never came back. Later, he finally found her. She stood in the pavilion, wearing a simple and elegant kimono, her eyebrows were as cold as frost, like someone walking out of a painting. I stood outside the pavilion and suddenly felt that I was very, very small - like a grass on the roadside. I looked up and saw a flower blooming in the sky. I was illiterate, my hands were covered with calluses from washing and cooking, and I was wearing coarse clothes that had turned white from washing. And on her, even the folds on her cuffs are beautiful. No wonder. No wonder he missed her for so many years. That day, he knelt in front of the Yang Mansion all day long, exchanging all his family property for betrothal gifts, and just wanted to beg her to come back. She refused. She said to him in unfamiliar Japanese - "Sir, you have the wrong person." When he walked out, the light in his eyes went out. He walked past me without even seeing me. She was always the only one in his eyes. I rushed into the pavilion, knelt in front of her, and told her every word of the suffering he had suffered over the years while crying. His search, his yearning, his drunkenness, his insomnia, his gray hair. I don't want anything else but to ask her to come back - as long as she is willing to come back, I can leave. I can disappear completely. She just stood there, looking at me expressionlessly. Finally, she said something coldly in that unfamiliar tone - "If you love him, stay by his side and warm him. Sooner or later, he will feel your love and accept you." Then she turned around and walked away step by step. I know she is not heartless. In her sleeves, the blood from her fingernails had stained the lining red. Like me, she is using the coldest expression to hide the most painful heart. Later he finally married me. On the wedding day, he drank a lot of wine and became unconscious. I helped him back to the room, and he leaned on my shoulder and shouted her name. A year later I gave birth to my daughter, and he named her Niandie. Zhang Zhiming's daughter, Zhang Niandie. It dawned on me at that moment. In this life, in his heart, I will always be just a shadow of her. Niandie, Niandie. If you keep thinking about it, there will be no response. Until his death, he carried the silver butterfly hairpin she left in his arms. I stood in front of his grave without crying. I just put another hairpin, the one she last wore on her head, with his. "You are finally reunited." I said, "She has been waiting for you all her life, and you have been waiting for her all her life. Don't miss it in the next life." And that exquisite crystal ball - the only hand-picked gift he gave her - I quietly put it into my daughter's swaddling clothes. Let Niandie grow up with it. It is the only tenderness left in her father's life. [Cry] [cry] [almost cry] [almost cry] [almost cry] [almost cry] [almost cry]
On a spring night in Chang'an, the lights are like stars blown away by the wind, falling on the roofs of millions of homes in the city. But Zhen Xiaosi knew that behind the bright lights, there were few families willing to send their men to the military mansion. "The military mansion is empty!" Said Joan of Arc. "Of the thirty-three palaces in Guandong, last year, eighteen palaces could not even provide a single male of the right age. In Longyou, which is the worst, there are less than 400 soldiers for the 40,000 households - this is called exhaustion." The candle shadow flickered, reflecting the "Report of the Armies Shortage of Soldiers" in Zhen Xiaosi's hand: Jingzhao Palace should have sent out 12,000 guards, but in fact it was 1,900;
On a spring night in Chang'an, the lights are like stars blown away by the wind, falling on the roofs of millions of homes in the city. But Zhen Xiaosi knew that behind the bright lights, there were few families willing to send their men to the military mansion. "The military mansion is empty!" Said Joan of Arc. "Of the thirty-three palaces in Guandong, last year, eighteen palaces could not even provide a single male of the right age. In Longyou, the worst place, there were less than 400 soldiers out of 40,000 households - this is called exhaustion." The candle shadow flickered, reflecting the "Report of the Armies Shortage of Soldiers" in Zhen Xiaosi's hand: Jingzhao Palace should have sent out 12,000 guards, but in fact it was 1,900;
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[Sending Hearts] [Sending Hearts] The author's writing style is very good. These are all the same author and have published paper books. If you want to improve your writing skills, you can read it. The content is very exciting.