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Books by Liu Huaifeng Who Loves Almond Tofu
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Loyalty That Doomed the Nation 精忠误国
"All right." Emperor Huizong finally nodded. "All right." Three dragon robes crowded into a single imperial carriage. Zhao Gou sat in the middle, Huizong on the left, and Emperor Qinzong on the right. The carriage was spacious, but with three emperors crammed inside, it felt cramped. Before the curtains fell, Zhao Gou's gaze passed over the ministers kneeling across the ground and settled on the figure at the very front. Yue Fei. He still wore the mountain-patterned armor he'd worn when he set o
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A Master of the School of Mind Meets a Latin Pope 心学宗师遇上拉丁教皇
A Master of the School of Mind Meets a Latin Pope
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Contract Soldier King: I Dominate the Sports World 契约兵王：我在体育界开挂
At the mention of Lei Ting, Shao Han's gaze softened. A low growl came from the back of the cabin, followed by the laughter of Zhao Lei, the fencing team's captain. “Forget it, kid. Lei Ting is even more precious than you are. Yesterday at the airport, during the security check, the agent nearly shoved the scanner up its nose. Lei Ting just swished its tail and short-circuited the security gate. That was something else.” Shao Han got up and headed for the back of the cabin. As soon as he rounded
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The Historian of Traces 史痕标本师
“Raw memories are often crude and chaotic, full of unnecessary details.” Zhou Su’s voice was steady and resonant, as if delivering a philosophy lecture. “Ordinary people don’t need to see bloody killings or experience the trauma of war. What they need is a spirit: fearlessness, conviction, and a willingness to sacrifice themselves for a great ideal.” “I understand,” Lin Zhi said. “My job is to extract that spirit.” Zhou Su smiled, his expression warmer this time, reaching his eyes. “That’s why I
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On the Day of My Defense, I Poisoned Emperor Taizu of Song 答辩日，我毒杀了宋太祖
Falling. Weightless. The stench of rust, sweat, horse manure, and blood flooded my nostrils. I opened my eyes. A low wooden shed. Snowlight leaked through the cracks in the boards. Four men in military uniforms were snoring. A rusty spear leaned against the wall. I reached for my waist. The Songyuan Tongbao coin I’d bought at a flea market was still there. Cold, its edges worn smooth. It was the third day of the first month of the year 960. Chenqiao Post Station. I knew that in two hours, Zhao K
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The Iron Tide of the Steam Dynasty 蒸汽王朝的钢铁洪流
Lin Yuan's hand paused. Just for a moment. Then he raised the cleaning hammer and brought it down. The first blow flattened the bird's head. The second broke its wings. The third smashed its whole body into a pile of scrap metal. The old man's wail didn't sound human. It sounded like a beast. He struggled desperately against the men holding him down, coal dust smeared across his face, tears streaming down and carving furrows through it. "Take him away," Lin Yuan said. He kicked the scraps of met
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The City Stands Still, but Hearts Are Moved 城不动，人心动
The sky did not “light up.” Instead, the whole world was enveloped in a strange light. It spread from the western horizon. It wasn't dazzling, and was even gentle, yet it made every hair on Pei Xinzhi's body stand on end. It was a “color” unlike anything he had ever seen, impossible to describe: neither blue-green nor white. It was as if the pale, fish-belly white before dawn, the harsh white of midday, and the cold light left behind after moonset had all been crushed together, with every trace
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The Choice of the Dragon Vein 龙脉抉择
“His Majesty has his reasons.” Qin Zhao unfurled the imperial edict and read those few lines again. “The south suffered floods and the north droughts this spring. The treasury is empty. Eighty thousand troops defend the northern border against three hundred thousand… Yujing is doing the math.” “So we’re just supposed to watch them charge right up to the Dragon Vein?!” Qin Zhao rolled up the edict, moving slowly. “The edict says,” he said, raising his eyes to the dark northern sky, “that we must
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A Wasteland Punk’s Whirlwind Wedding 末世小混混的闪婚日常
Lin Wanqing couldn't talk him out of it, so she helped him slowly to his feet. Gu Lin's legs were still a little wobbly, and he swayed with every step, like a duckling just learning to walk. Still, he stubbornly kept his back straight, afraid someone would see him and laugh. Returning Heart Valley was bustling. In the clearing at the entrance, several strong young men were building new wooden houses for the refugees who had arrived last week. Nearby, a group of children gathered around a middle-
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The Contractualists' Game 契约者博弈之中
After the rain, the air on Yunqi Mountain was crisp and bracing. The villa sat halfway up the mountain. It wasn't large, but it occupied an excellent spot, sheltered from the wind and gathering vital energy. Whoever had chosen the site must have consulted an expert. Yet now, for all its supposed advantages, it felt a little too orderly and cold. Shen Que opened the door himself. He had changed into a beige cashmere sweater and matching trousers and wasn't wearing his glasses. He looked less somb
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