Pei Yan never liked giving people titles. It was not a reward, but a discipline, so when he gave titles to concubines, he usually meant them as a warning. But without the posthumous title, people might guess that he didn't like her. Pei Yan hesitated for a long time and settled on the word Zhaoxi. He didn't have any expectations for her such as filial piety, virtuousness, kindness, chastity, etc. He only wanted her to be bright, bright, and happy. Unwilling to constrain her with the discipline of "filial piety, virtue and chastity", even if the posthumous title was originally a final evaluation, he insisted on turning it into an exclusive blessing - he did not want her to be a good concubine that met worldly standards, he only wanted her to always be the Jiang Shuyi who could be pampered and arrogant and held in the palm of his hand.
Wen Ning dressed up as a brainless female supporting character and married the crazy villain Bo Yan. She did not follow the script and tortured the scumbag but became even crazier than the villain. The words "I'm a pervert and you are crazy and you're a perfect match" made the yandere villain blush and his heartbeat beat. After she escaped, Bo Yan dug up her grave with his own hands and laid him in it! Crazy criticism of mutual flirtation about marriage first and love later, this counter-routine is so sweet!
Although not all are as high as 9.9 Points, they are not all! Often! Good! Look! Moreover, the world view is very grand and not cookie-cutter. You can guess the follow-up of many novels just by reading them, and you will give up after just reading them. The first two books are already very well-known and read by millions of people. They are both books that I have read again, which meets the requirement of "can be read ten times". If you haven't seen it, I strongly recommend you to check it out. If it doesn't look good, come and scold me. I'm currently following the third book, and it's pretty well written. It's not as good as the first two, Conferred Gods, but I can still follow it in the book wilderness, and my level is online.
Unemployed and betrayed, Su Jin was hired by a mysterious company and transformed into a doomsday survival plan provider, traveling to all walks of life to rescue customers who foresee the doomsday. Natural disasters such as zombie sieges and solar eruptions have struck in turn. With zero-failure plans, he has led clients through many doomsday crises. He even signed school beauties to tide over the difficulties together at the beginning. It is a multi-dungeon, group portrait-style post-apocalyptic survival story. The whole process is non-routine and brainless. It is full of fun points!
Three must-read masterpieces of period literature, from the melon-eating masses to the counterattack of the educated youth, and even best friends forming a team to eat the melons! There are all the hilarious cures, you can't stop when you click on them [Sparrow Food Masterpiece]
It's really very beautiful. The heroine is not romantically inclined and has a cute and heartless character. The story is rich in content and the plot is not procrastinating.
This is the novel I recently read [Top Post], which is 9.9 In my heart. You can read it with N, hahaha. Sisters who are currently in a book shortage can come and read it [Sending Hearts], because I personally prefer the palace-fighting-house-fighting genre, so there are more of this type 🈶Sisters with the same interest can [please pay attention]
Version 1 There are two shadows of butterflies among the flowers, and the three people in front of the tomb are in tears and speechless. Lin Mushi lamented the fate of Butterfly Lovers, and Li Huangxuan choked with tears as he recalled their first meeting - the little butterfly said with a smile, "The butterfly is me, I am the butterfly." Physics gold medal winner Deng Haijun once firmly believed that time travel is just a romantic imagination, but now he is red-eyed and promises to reverse time and space and recover his old friends. After crying, I felt relieved. The best ending in the world may not be to be together day and night. A year ago, the little butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Ziang; a year later, Zhuang Ziang's dream was filled with little butterflies. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou? Who is the dreamer and who is the dreamer? No need to delve into it. In the gap between dreams and reality, they have already transcended life and death and embraced each other for life. Version 2 The shadow of a fluttering butterfly flew across the flowers, breaking the silence in front of the tomb. In Lin Mushi's sad questions, there is hidden the sorrow of Butterfly Lovers; in Li Huangxuan's tears, there is the first murmur of the phrase "The butterfly is me, I am the butterfly". Even Deng Haijun, who holds the gold medal in the physics competition, has put down the barriers of rationality and made a promise of time travel. I cried and suffered, but I also slowly understood. Some partings are not the end, but the beginning of another kind of staying together. A year ago, the little butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Ziang's eyebrows; a year later, Zhuang Ziang dreamed of the little butterfly's smile. The question of Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterfly that has not been solved for thousands of years has the most gentle footnote in their story. You come into my dream and I come into your heart, that's enough. Version 3 Two butterflies chased through the flowers, and the wind in front of the tomb was whimpering. Lin Mushi murmured the legend of Butterfly Lovers, and Li Huangxuan whispered with tears in his eyes, recalling the words of Little Butterfly that contained Zhuang Zhou's philosophical thoughts. Holding the gold medal certificate of the physics competition, Deng Haijun felt for the first time that the idea of time travel was full of sour tenderness. A bitter cry, finally relieved. There are always regrets in the world, but there is always a world that can accommodate them year after year. The dream a year ago was about a little butterfly looking for Zhuang Ziang; the dream a year later was about Zhuang Ziang thinking about the little butterfly. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, who was in the dream? The answer is hidden in the wind, in the trembling of butterfly wings, and in their love that spans time and space.
The message "Divine Order 001 - Undercover" suddenly appeared in Jiang Xia's mind. From then on, he fell into endless hunger and even almost lost his mind. It wasn't until the school beauty's birthday party that he smelled the same kind of scent on the other person, and he didn't know how to fill his stomach. However, he also discovered that the seemingly ordinary people around him actually had the same kind of scent. But the truth is far more shocking than imagined. He is not the same kind, but an undercover agent lurking among them! This urban high-level martial arts novel that has been signed for physical publication is unsystematic, full of plot flow, fast-paced and punchy, and the story unfolded from the perspective of the monster camp is thrilling and exciting. The author is even more confident that he will be hooked after reading three chapters!
After reading this novel, what I felt most deeply was that it opened an onion called "love", which was spicy and tearful, but what I tasted in the end was a trace of sweetness. This is not just a fairy tale about a rich girl and a poor boy, but an adult fable about pride, misunderstanding and long waiting. "She saw that all living things are just grass and trees, but you are the green mountain." After reading this sentence, I understood its great weight. If you also want to witness how a silent green mountain uses time to melt away all pride and misunderstanding, and finally wins the only sun-like spring in his world, then this story is worth reading.
They have all turned into dust, and only I am still alive. I have lived for 3,700 years. Not what I want to live for. It's impossible to die. --- In the first thousand years, I was still counting the days. The day my parents died, I knelt in front of the bed and cried. They touched my face and said, Son, you need to be well. They don't know that their "good thing" is watching them turn into bones, then into ashes, and then into soil. On the day my mother was buried, I filled the first handful of earth into the pit. Loess fell on the coffin lid with a muffled bang. I have remembered that voice for three thousand years. Later I married seventeen wives and gave birth to forty-three children. The first wife's name is Ayue. She married me when she was eighteen, gave birth to a son when she was nineteen, and when she was thirty-seven, her hair started to turn gray. She asked me, why are you still like this? I said, I am naturally small. She didn't believe it. But she didn't say anything. When she was fifty, she lay in bed and couldn't get up. Hold my hand and say, I know you are not a mortal. I don't blame you. I blame you for not telling me earlier. I told her. She smiled and said, then remember to come and see me in the future. The day she closed her eyes, I buried her under the peach tree in the back hill. The peach tree was planted the year she got married. When it was planted, it was only as thick as a chopstick. When she died, it could cover half of the yard. Later the peach tree also died. He has been dead for three hundred years. ---The seventeenth wife is my last wife. Her name is Axiu. She lived to be ninety-nine, lost all her teeth, and still loved to smile. Before she died, she asked me, do you want to marry again? I said, I won't marry. She asked, why? I said it was too uncomfortable to watch. She nodded and said, what will you do in the future? I said, I don't know. She thought for a while and said, remember to burn more paper for me. I have no money to spend over there, so I will come back to you. I said yes. After she died, I really burned paper for her. It burned for three years. Then it stopped burning. Not forgotten. Even if it was burned, she couldn't receive it. When a person dies, he dies. What about reincarnation, what about the underworld? I have lived for 3,700 years and I have never seen a single ghost. Only living people. And dead people. If you die, there is nothing. --- When I lived to be two thousand years old, I began to lose track of dates. Can't remember clearly. Too many. I once had a son named Changsheng. I gave him this name because I hope he will be well fed. When he was three years old, he had a high fever. The fever lasted for three days and then disappeared. His mother cried her heart out. I hugged the little body and squatted in the yard all night. At dawn, I dug a hole in the ground and buried him. When I was burying him, I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have buried him many times. There are so many that I can't remember which one was first. --- When I lived to be three thousand years old, I began to write. Write down everyone you remember. Father, mother, Ayue, Changsheng, Axiu... Write them one by one. It took three hundred years to write and filled a whole room. Then one day, I turned it out and read it. I found so many names, I can't remember who they were. Can't remember what it looks like. I can't remember how we met. Can't remember how he died. There is only one name left. Written dryly on paper. I burned the paper. When I was burning, I thought, should I remember them or myself? --- Now I sit in front of the computer and type these things out. There were children running outside the window, shouting something. The old lady downstairs was playing mahjong, making a clattering sound. The delivery boy passed by my window while ringing his bell. They didn't know that there was a 3,700-year-old man sitting next to them. I sometimes wonder what this city will look like in three thousand years. Will these buildings collapse, will these people turn into dirt, will this computer I use to type on be dug out and placed in a museum? Probably so. Probably no one knows who this computer once belonged to. Just like no one knows, three thousand years ago, there was a woman named A Yue, waiting for me to come home for dinner under the peach tree. --- This book is called "The Immortal". It is not the kind of story about immortality, cultivating immortals and fighting monsters. It is the story of a person who has lived for too long and watched everyone go away except for himself. The author wrote this book for seven years. On the day he finished writing, he sat alone in his study and cried. He said, it felt like I was living the protagonist's life again. Send away all the people in the book. If you feel lonely now, feel that no one understands you, and feel that life is meaningless. Go read this book. After reading this, you will find - Fortunately, I am only a mortal. Fortunately, I will grow old, die, and be forgotten. Fortunately. --- (The book is complete, click the link in the lower left corner to read)