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Books by 刘家银
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Great Tang: Cheng Yaojin, Keep Your Son in Line! 大唐：程咬金你管管你儿子啊！
[Lighthearted and witty]+ [Scheming and sharp-tongued]+ [Everyday antics]+ [Rising to high office]+ [Never letting a grudge go unanswered] [Note: This is a slow-paced story, with about a hundred chapters per volume. Each volume lays the groundwork for what comes later. If you don't enjoy a slower pace, feel free to skip ahead or add it to your bookshelf and let chapters build up.] After transmigrating to the ninth year of the Wude era, Cheng Chuliang gets a sound beating right from the start. “C
5.3kReads7.3Score417Shelves
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Great Tang: I Reveal I'm a Transmigrator, and My Chancellor Father Hopes I'll Make Him Proud 大唐：自爆穿越，宰相爹盼我成龙
[Great Tang] [Decisive and ruthless] [Unifying the realm] Du He wakes from a nap and transmigrates to the eve of the Xuanwu Gate Incident, becoming the son of Du Ruhui. Du He: “Father, I’m from the future?” Du Ruhui: “What have you done with my son, you wandering ghost?” Du He: “I have no idea...” “Bring me my sword! I’ll cut down this wandering ghost!” Li Shimin: “I intend to appoint you as a military aide in the northern garrison.” Du He: “No. I want Princess Changle.” Li
635Reads6.3Score—Shelves
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It's Madness! A Pedant Has Taken Up Residence in Li Shimin's Head 疯了，李世民脑子里住了个杠精
Li Shimin had gone mad. At least, that was what the entire court believed. The emperor had been perfectly normal, but now he would suddenly roll his eyes at thin air, as if arguing with someone, and claim that “the immortals in heaven are guiding me.” Changsun Wuji secretly summoned the imperial physicians three times. Wei Zheng had a bellyful of remonstrances but didn’t dare speak up. Cheng Yaojin stood outside Da’an Palace holding a cow’s leg, muttering, “Has His Majesty been possessed?” Only
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Great Qin: I Picked Up a Monk, and He Turned Out to Be Tang Sanzang 大秦：我捡个和尚，居然是唐僧
[Slow Pace]+ [Light Fantasy] Su Xian died. A crate of air conditioners fell from the sky and sent this lazy fish on his way. All he’d wanted was to open a little convenience store, lounge around with the AC on and drink iced tea until old age. When he opened his eyes again, he was floating in a sea of gray mist. He casually picked up a monk who was floating nearby to keep him company. After a little chatting, he realized: no way, this bald monk kept saying “This humble monk” and “My disciple Sun
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