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Books by 明与
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Snow Flecked with Gold 捻金雪
[Sly scheming minister + clever beauty + unhinged characters + devoted couple + happy ending + sweet romance] Tea comes in red and green; people come in decent and fake. Be sly but not cruel, ruthless enough to hold your ground. Dote on your wife without limits, and know how to love your partner. Sweet, but never cloying. Want to learn? Pay your tuition and come on over... [laughs][laughs][laughs]
433Reads8.1Score—Shelves
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Endless as Snow 漫漫如雪
A school tough guy with impeccable values vs. a well-behaved top student, a sweet, healing romance I got married and posted about it on WeChat Moments. Countless people sent me frantic private messages: Yan Xue, how dare you photoshop a marriage certificate with a police officer? Delete that post right now! The school tough guy is coming after you with a fifty-meter sword. You’ve got a death wish, spreading rumors about the school tough guy? I handed my phone to the person across from me. Qi
61Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Divine Doctor Binds a Farming System 神医她绑定了种田系统
A genius physician is caught up in a power struggle within the imperial family and killed, but unexpectedly binds herself to a farming System. Completing missions gives her the chance to live again... She delivers a face-slapping rebuke to her biased mother, deals with awful neighbors, brings corrupt officials to justice, and joins forces with everyone to help the whole village prosper.
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The Sickly Prince Is Impossible to Tame 病娇王爷太难训
[Yandere, wicked fox + domineering devotion + unhinged good girl + sweet-talking under false pretenses] [Reborn + a little angst before the sweet romance] Xie Lan was the best-behaved young woman in the royal capital. Then one day, she struck a Sage’s grandson. Her engagement was annulled, and a libertine took her as a concubine. Everyone laughed at her, saying that a delicate flower had fallen into the mud and would never rise again. … “Which mud dares touch the flower I raised?” A cold, sinist
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