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Books by 云止剑鸣
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The Legendary Life of Li Shimin 李世民传奇的一生
A sign of two dragons appeared at his birth, and a wandering Daoist left behind a twelve-character prophecy: “The bearing of a dragon and phoenix, the countenance of the sun. Before the age of twenty, he will surely bring peace and prosperity to the people.” No one imagined that this child, named “Shimin,” would personally bury an empire thirty years later, then build an unprecedented golden age on its ruins. At nineteen, he urged his father to rise in rebellion. At twenty, he was made Prince of
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The Legendary Life of Qin Shi Huang 秦始皇传奇的一生
He returned to Qin at the age of nine, an abandoned child from Handan and Lü Buwei's puppet. At twenty-two, he underwent the coming-of-age ceremony, defeated Lao Ai, imprisoned his birth mother, drove out his uncle, and reclaimed royal power. Over the next ten years, he conquered the Six Kingdoms, unified the written language and axle widths, fought the Xiongnu in the north, and campaigned against the Baiyue in the south. He was China's first emperor, a ruler without equal throughout the ages. B
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Chronicles of Frost and Splendor Across Ten Kingdoms 十国霜华录
In troubled times, love is not buried. Only dry bones are. At the end of the Five Dynasties, Liang, Tang, Jin, Han, and Zhou rose and fell in succession, while the Ten Kingdoms fought for control. The killing unleashed by the age shattered an ancient seal, and spiritual qi revival began. Rifts to the Ghost Realm appeared in the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, elves took shape amid the shattered mountains and rivers, and lost treasures emerged one after another. Whoever possessed these treasures c
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Record of Xuantian’s Demon-Sealing 玄天封魔录
When Lu Chen awoke in an ancient pool on Mount Cangwu, only one name remained in his memory: “Qing Ci.” Barefoot, he pushed open the wooden gate of a deserted village courtyard. Inside, a young woman was crouched in front of a medicine stove, brewing herbs. When she looked up and saw him, the ladle fell from her hand. She had waited for him for one hundred and eighty days and spent seven days and nights sewing mourning clothes, convinced he was dead. He was not dead. He had simply forgotten: f
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