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Books by 人称剥皮哥
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Siheyuan: Reborn, I Won't Indulge Anyone 四合院：重生后我不惯任何人
[Siheyuan fan fiction + Period setting + technical focus + clear-headed and rational + no saintly do-gooder + putting the beasts in their place] Engineer Zhou Mingyuan died suddenly after working overtime nonstop. When he opened his eyes, he had become a twenty-four-year-old Grade Seven fitter at the Hongxing Steel Mill. His predecessor had no parents, was honest and taciturn, and had been manipulated by Yi Zhonghai into providing for him in his old age. The Jia family treated him like free labo
3.8kReads—Score216Shelves
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Great Song: The Eighth Virtuous Prince, As Virtuous as He Is Ruthless! 大宋：八贤王，可贤可杀！
He is reborn as Zhao Defang, the Eighth Virtuous Prince of the Great Song. From the start, his second brother, Zhao Dezhao, is being forced to take his own life. His uncle, Zhao Guangyi, sees him as a thorn in his side. Corrupt officials throughout the court are ready to make their move, while the Liao cavalry watches hungrily from beyond the border. Everyone thinks he is merely a sickly prince, too frail even to attend court. They have no idea… The stern, dark-faced young Bao Zheng is his hand
562Reads—Score—Shelves
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Yue Fei: From the Start, I Tore Up the Twelve Golden Orders 岳飞，开局撕了十二道金牌
Twelve gold dispatches, delivered from Lin'an to Zhuxian Town in three days. Every one of them orders him to return and die. In the tenth year of Shaoxing, Yue Fei’s army wins a great victory at Zhuxian Town, crushing Jin Wuzhu’s forces and pointing its spears straight at Kaifeng. Then the twelfth gold dispatch arrives. No one knows that the moment Yue Fei receives it, his blood and qi surge, and he dies. The one who survives is Yue Ming, a history graduate student from nine hundred years in the
500Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Frail Heir Begins by Protecting His Entire Household of Widows and Orphans 病弱世子，从守护满门孤寡开始
My father and brothers fell in battle, and before the mourning hall had even grown cold, the court came to seize our military command and take my widowed sister-in-law into custody. I transmigrated into the body of the weakest, sickly Ninth Young Lord of the Prince of Zhenxi's household. My meridians are crippled, and everyone is waiting for me to breathe my last. But they don't know that a master of ancient martial arts lives inside this body. With a single joint lock, I make a formidable army
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