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The Time-Traveling Princess Was the One Who Refused to Accept the Treatment and Beat the Prince Until He Cried
A bunch of memories suddenly flooded into my mind. The original owner, also named Lin Yue, was the concubine of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion. Three months ago, she was betrothed by the princess to Xiao Yan, the God of War Prince. On the wedding night, the prince directly lifted his hijab and said that she looked like his dead Concubine Bai Yueguang and was here to be a substitute.
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Xia Xiangqing's Iron Fist of Revenge
Xia Xiangqing stood on the ring, her chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down her chin, hitting the mat under her feet and making small splashes. The shouts from the audience were buzzing, like a swarm of flies spinning around his ears. He couldn't quite hear what they were shouting, and he felt as if his ears were stuffed with cotton.
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After Breaking Off the Engagement, He Could Hear My Voice
There was a "buzzing" in my head, as if I had been stuffed into an old-fashioned washing machine that was running. Before time travel, I was a social worker. I worked nine-nine every day, and my biggest pastime was to slander my boss crazily at my work station. I swear I have never done anything harmful in my life. Even if I secretly use the A4 paper in the office to type personal documents, I would feel guilty. Why did God allow me to experience such a highlight moment as soon as I passed throu
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Mr. Shen's Note
My fingers holding the household registration book felt a little cold, and my fingertips unconsciously rubbed the gilded words on the cover. The man beside me - Shen Xubai, my soon-to-be legal husband - was quietly looking through the documents in his hand. There is a distance of about thirty centimeters between us, which is the most polite distance between strangers.
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The Concubine's Medicine Guide: Chongxi, the Poison-Curing Prince
I squatted in the sedan chair, holding the last detoxification pill from Yaogu in my mouth. The bitterness on the tip of my tongue made me particularly awake. The suona outside was playing loudly, but the porters carrying the sedan were not happy at all, and their footsteps were heavy and chaotic, as if they were carrying a dead person.
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Huang Quan Zhao: the Ghost of the Ming Dynasty
A hoarse moan escaped his throat. He wanted to open his eyes wide, but found that his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds. In the field of vision, the candlelight dimmed from one point to a hazy halo. He saw the carved window lattice, the gauze curtain hanging beside the bed, and the outline of a rosewood table not far away.
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Conspiracy: I Listened to Ghost Whispers in the Late Qing Dynasty
The indescribable coldness is not the coolness felt on the skin, but the cold that comes directly from the seams of the bones. It was as if this warm air-conditioned room had instantly turned into a morgue freezer. His heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a cold hand, and then suddenly released, beating wildly, hitting his chest hard every time.
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