About Guang Ling, Standing in the Wuhun Palace and Defeating Tang San

154 碧 Bihai************ completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It looks good. The cp is one of the Three Salaries Qingluan or the Five Salaries Guangling. The author seems to be the same person. You can pay attention to it

155 光 Guang Ling************ completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It looks good. The cp is one of the Three Salaries Qingluan or the Five Salaries Guangling. The author seems to be the same person. You can pay attention to it

156 斗 Douluo************ ongoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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160 重 Rebirth Devours the Changes in the World of Immortal Cultivation Fishing Alone in the Cold River and Remembering the Solitary ShadowEastern Fantasy295k Wordscompleted 15Reads—Score—Shelves

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Emperor Chongzhen stood up and slowly walked towards the eldest princess. He gently stroked her hair and said softly: "Children, my father is sending you to a safe place. You will not suffer anymore." Zhu Aona raised her head, her eyes full of confusion: "Father, where are you going?" Emperor Chongzhen gritted his teeth and drew the sword from behind. His hands were shaking, and the tip of the sword shone coldly in the candlelight. He whispered: "Go to a place without pain..." Zhu Yurao took a step back in horror, tears welling up in her eyes: "Father, no!" Emperor Chongzhen's tears finally burst, and he choked and said: "My son, forgive my father. My father cannot let you fall into the hands of the enemy and be humiliated..." He raised his sword, closed his eyes, and dropped the sword in his hand. Zhu Yuluo's body slowly fell, and her dress was dyed red with blood. Emperor Chongzhen fell to his knees and cried bitterly. The little princesses screamed in terror and ran away. Emperor Chongzhen wiped away his tears and stood up, with a trace of determination in his eyes. He caught up with the little princesses and whispered: "Children, don't be afraid, it won't hurt soon..." He raised his sword again, and the cries and screams of the little princesses echoed in the palace, which was unbearable to hear. After dealing with his daughter's affairs, Emperor Chongzhen dragged his heavy footsteps to the residence of his concubines. The concubines had already learned about the war outside, and they were horrified. Emperor Chongzhen returned to the Qianqing Palace, slumped on the dragon chair, and burst into tears again. He looked at the empty palace and murmured to himself: "I... What did I do wrong? Why did Ming Dynasty end up like this?" His thoughts drifted to the past, recalling the days with his family, the smiles of his daughters, and the tenderness of his concubines. He whispered: "I... I'm sorry for you..." Emperor Chongzhen wiped his tears, stood up, picked up a pen and wrote a suicide note on the dragon case: "I am not the king of the subjugation of the country, and all the ministers are the ministers of the country. After my death, let thieves divide my body and do not harm the people." He put the suicide note on the dragon case, turned around and walked out of the palace, leaving a dead palace. In the Forbidden City, the night becomes darker and darker. The maids and eunuchs hid in the corner in fear, not daring to make a sound. The drums of the rebel army are getting closer and closer, as if announcing the end of an era. Emperor Chongzhen's figure gradually faded away in the night, and his heart was filled with despair and helplessness. He didn't know where he would go, but he knew that the end of the Ming Dynasty had come.

161 崇 Chongzhen************ completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Emperor Chongzhen stood up and slowly walked towards the eldest princess. He gently stroked her hair and said softly: "Children, my father is sending you to a safe place. You will not suffer anymore." Zhu Aona raised her head, her eyes full of confusion: "Father, where are you going?" Emperor Chongzhen gritted his teeth and drew the sword from behind. His hands were shaking, and the tip of the sword shone coldly in the candlelight. He whispered: "Go to a place without pain..." Zhu Yurao took a step back in horror, tears welling up in her eyes: "Father, no!" Emperor Chongzhen's tears finally burst, and he choked and said: "My son, forgive my father. My father cannot let you fall into the hands of the enemy and be humiliated..." He raised his sword, closed his eyes, and dropped the sword in his hand. Zhu Yuluo's body slowly fell, and her dress was dyed red with blood. Emperor Chongzhen fell to his knees and cried bitterly. The little princesses screamed in terror and ran away. Emperor Chongzhen wiped away his tears and stood up, with a trace of determination in his eyes. He caught up with the little princesses and whispered: "Children, don't be afraid, it won't hurt soon..." He raised his sword again, and the cries and screams of the little princesses echoed in the palace, which was unbearable to hear. After dealing with his daughter's affairs, Emperor Chongzhen dragged his heavy footsteps to the residence of his concubines. The concubines had already learned about the war outside, and they were horrified. Emperor Chongzhen returned to the Qianqing Palace, slumped on the dragon chair, and burst into tears again. He looked at the empty palace and murmured to himself: "I... What did I do wrong? Why did Ming Dynasty end up like this?" His thoughts drifted to the past, recalling the days with his family, the smiles of his daughters, and the tenderness of his concubines. He whispered: "I... I'm sorry for you..." Emperor Chongzhen wiped his tears, stood up, picked up a pen and wrote a suicide note on the dragon case: "I am not the king of the subjugation of the country, and all the ministers are the ministers of the country. After my death, let thieves divide my body and do not harm the people." He put the suicide note on the dragon case, turned around and walked out of the palace, leaving a dead palace. In the Forbidden City, the night becomes darker and darker. The maids and eunuchs hid in the corner in fear, not daring to make a sound. The drums of the rebel army are getting closer and closer, as if announcing the end of an era. Emperor Chongzhen's figure gradually faded away in the night, and his heart was filled with despair and helplessness. He didn't know where he would go, but he knew that the end of the Ming Dynasty had come.

162 废 Wasted Martial Soul? I Evolved Against the Will of Heaven and Shocked the World White Dragon Is Not a DragonEastern Fantasy6.9M Wordsongoing 300.5kReads9.5Score29.8kShelves

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This straight one is super good-looking. Although it's not like Tang San Xiaowu, it's really super good-looking if you have a teacher. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

163 斗 Douluo************ ongoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Single heroine Zhu Zhuqing