I Want to Watch an Ancient Romance, with No Rebirth and No System, but with Fights in the House and in the Palace.

108 公 The Princess Is Violent and Beautiful, and the Shadow Guard Commits Crimes Every Day NanhuangAncient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 20.4kReads9.4Score3.1kShelves

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Awkward ones, cheerful ones, loyal dogs, there are them all.

113 皇 The Emperor Only Loves His Concubine YutangziAncient Romance202k WordsCompleted 5.8kReads8.5Score488Shelves

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These books are all good

118 新 On Their Wedding Night, the Married Doctor Performed Surgery on the God of War in Space Zhu YumoAncient Romance1.2M WordsCompleted 18.4kReads9.4Score2.9kShelves

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Ancient romance novels are brocades woven by time, embroidered with the most touching love between sons and daughters in the warp and weft of history. It is never a simple romance, but a love rooted in the soil of the times - it can be in a deep house and courtyard, bypassing the rules and regulations, giving "love" a restrained tension; it can be in the flames of war, separated by a piece of paper between life and death, giving "love" the weight of troubled times; it can also be a persistent rush to break through ethics and ethics in a world of great disparity, giving "love" the courage to fight against the secular world. Here, those seemingly restrictive etiquette and rules have become touchstones of emotion: it is the hidden thoughts of the boudoir woman hidden in the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which makes "like" more hazy than wanting to say anything; it is the tenderness hidden under the armor of the young general, which makes "guarding" have a fiery intensity that cannot be stopped by gold and iron horses; it is the tacit understanding of being able to recognize each other by means of tokens even though they are thousands of miles apart, which makes "missing" transcend the barriers of mountains and rivers. The pavilions, pavilions, bluestone roads, and wide robes and sleeves described by the author have all become emotional footnotes. You can read the determination that transcends the times from the oath of "holding my son's hand and growing old together with me"; you can touch the subtlety hidden in the ancients from the metaphor of "the exquisite dice and the red beans, deep in my bones and missing each other". Those loves that grow in the cracks of history may not have earth-shattering magic, but they have the purity of "two people for a lifetime" and the wisdom of balancing daily necessities and the righteousness of family and country. Reading ancient romance is like looking at an ancient painting with meticulous brushwork and rich colors. From a distance, you can see the changes of the times, and when you look up close, you can see the flow of affection between the eyebrows. It lets us know that no matter how long time passes, those emotions about waiting, protecting, and cherishing will always resonate deep in the heart.