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A Sneeze Shakes the Dragon's Veins: the Best Feng Shui Master
This feeling was all too familiar to him. Every time he was about to sneeze, something seemed to be crawling deep in his nose. A fine itching sensation ran up the bridge of his nose and went straight to the center of his eyebrows, making his eyes sore. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the itching. Not suppressed. "Ah sneeze!" When the first sneeze came out, the plum tree in front of me suddenly shook violently. The trees full of white plum blossoms seemed to have been pulled hard, and t
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Abandoned Young Man from a Wealthy Family: the Whole Family Begged Me Not to Lie Down
Lu Chen smiled. This smile stunned the dozen or so core members of the Lu family in the ancestral hall. The eldest uncle Lu Yuanming frowned and cursed "Sangmenxing" in a low voice. The second uncle Lu Yuanhe took a step back, as if he was afraid of getting into bad luck. "Test it." Lu Chen said these two words, then walked to the altar table and stretched his wrist above the birth chart. Lu Zhenshan was silent for a few seconds and nodded to the elder next to him. The Great Elder Lu Qingyuan is
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Chongzhen New Deal Shines Brightly
In the winter of the tenth year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty (1637), the Forbidden City was enveloped in a double cold current. The twenty-nine-year-old Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian suddenly launched the "Jiashen Coup" and used thunderous means to eradicate the corrupt group headed by Wen Tiren and Xue Guoguan, kicking off the iron-fisted reform. This emperor, who had been deeply involved in party disputes, was determined to regain his Yongle style after discovering the "Sea Country Map" le
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Cut the Cost of Trouble
"Chen Mo, I read your version, and to be honest - it's not as good as my dog's free time typing on the keyboard." He remembers standing next to the projector and crushing the remote control in his hand. There were about twenty people in the office, some lowered their heads and pretended to take notes, some were suppressing laughter, and some secretly picked up their mobile phones. He wanted to retort, but his throat felt like someone was choking him and he couldn't spit out a word. That was a pl
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