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Sword Bone Chengshuang
The rain in late spring always carries a lingering dampness. On the third day when Su Yunluo knelt in the mourning hall, the banana leaves outside the eaves were already wrinkled. Sandalwood mixed with the smell of blood swirled between the beams. She looked at the memorial tablet of her father Su Jingyuan on the memorial table, and unconsciously twisted the plain mourning cloth with her fingertips. Three days ago, the Zhenbei general who guarded Yanmen Pass taught her how to identify military s
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Stars Fall into the World
In the courtyard of a deep house with blue bricks and black tiles, Su Wan was dressing up in front of a bronze mirror. Today is the day when she gets her haircut, and her father specially invites the most famous embroiderer in the city to make clothes for her, and also prepares a generous dowry. She was originally the daughter of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River. She was raised in a boudoir since she was a child. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and
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Phoenix Power Reaches the Sky
The autumn rain filled the bluestone with a fishy smell. Sixteen-year-old Su Zhaoyi clutched the blood-stained hosta, her knuckles turning white. There were hurried footsteps behind her, and she staggered to hold on to the vermilion-lacquered corridor pillars. The hem of her golden-red palace dress was stained with mud, and spread dark red along with the rain curtain hanging down at the corner of the eaves. "Seize the traitor's daughter!" The sound of armors clashing made the bells in the corrid
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The Concubine of the Royal Chef: the King's Heart Is Seeked by the Best Food
"Where is this?" Su Tang suddenly sat up from the carved sandalwood bed, and the dull pain from her forehead made her gasp. An unfamiliar pale face was reflected in the bronze mirror, and the fragrance of agarwood floated between the green gauze curtains. Suddenly, she realized that she had become the Princess of Zhenbei of the Great Yan Kingdom. The original owner was framed by his concubine because he was not favored, and he was waiting to be sent to celebrate the death of the seriously ill pr
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Records of Strange Stories from Huaianzhai
July fourteenth, three o'clock in the morning. On the bluestone in the back alley of Huai'an Zhai, Shen Xinghe squatted down and unconsciously rubbed his fingers over the bronze mirror he had just received. The mirror was covered with a layer of dark green rust, but it reflected his face as pale as paper. The night wind picked up the dead leaves at the entrance of the alley, casting intertwined shadows of branches on the mirror. In a trance, those shadows were like countless twisted fingers scra
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Longting Blood Jian
In the late autumn of the fifteenth year of Yongxi's reign in the Liang Dynasty, the royal road was covered with sycamore leaves in the imperial city, making a tiny crunching sound when stepped on. Prince Xiao Jamel held the secret fold on the imperial case, his knuckles turned white. The secret report said that the third prince Xiao Jingheng was recruiting dead soldiers in Jiangnan and forging weapons privately. "Your Highness, the Third Highness is clearly doing something evil." Wang De, the p
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Bianjing Business Road
In the summer of the third year of Yuanjia, the busiest Zhuque Street in Bianjing City was filled with crowds and the sounds of hawking came and went. When Lin Wan opened her eyes, she felt a splitting headache, and strange memories flooded into her mind. She was originally a modern business elite, but she encountered an accident during a business trip, and when she opened her eyes, she became the concubine of the Lin family silk and satin shop in the Chu Dynasty. The original owner's biological
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Shanghai Fanmeng
The whistle of the Huangpu River penetrated the rain curtain, and Lin Mansheng rushed into the backstage of Paramount holding the hem of his costume. The smell of rouge mixed with moist water vapor hit my face, and the carefully painted face in the mirror was stained by rain, like a crumpled portrait of a lady. "Sister Mansheng! Boss Cheng's call!" The little maid held up the receiver and chased after her.
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Night Shanghai Mystery
In Shanghai in 1932, neon lights dimmed into a hazy halo in the rain. Paramount jazz mixed with the smell of cigarettes and perfume filled the humid air. Lin Wanxing was wearing a navy blue cheongsam and pearl earrings, standing in the corridor on the second floor of Paramount. She is a new private detective in Shanghai who is famous for her keen observation and meticulous reasoning ability. "Ms. Lin, this case is a little tricky." A familiar voice came from behind. It was Detective Chen Mo from
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Green Bag Shining on the Moon
The rain in late spring is always sticky and sticky, making the bluestone road in Qingshi Town wet. Shen Qingci squatted behind the medicine stall and dried mugwort. As soon as his fingertips touched the warm bamboo plaque, he heard a burst of panicked footsteps from across the street. "Miss Shen! Miss Shen, help!" When she looked up, she saw Wang, the shopkeeper of the grocery store, running towards this side with a purple-faced child on his back. His coarse short coat was soaked with sweat. Sh
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Heartbeat Outside the Court
The court's spotlight reflected cold light on the glass windows. Xu Zhixia clutched the printed evidence materials, her high heels slipping on the marble floor. The moment she pushed away the 203 courtroom, she heard the clerk call the time: "At nine o'clock in the morning, the court is now in session." The man in the dock suddenly turned his head. The dark gray suit made his shoulder line straight, his eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, and his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to have
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Between Twilight and Starlight
In the early morning of September, the sun shines on the steps of the teaching building through the gaps in the sycamore leaves. Lin Wan clutched her notebook and nervously opened the door of classroom 302. This was her first class as a freshman in the School of Liberal Arts. The person teaching ancient literature was the famous Professor Lu Chenzhou in the school. There were already many people sitting in the classroom, and Lin Wan found an empty seat in the back row to sit down. At eight o'clo
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The Confusion of Light and Shadow: the President's Double Director
In the twilight, the Shanghai stock market was soaked in neon, and Su Tang was sweating in his hands holding the script. The glass-walled office building in front of her looked like a steel behemoth. The window on the top floor with cold white light was the "battlefield" she was about to enter. The elevator number jumps to the 38th floor, and the smell of sandalwood mixed with cedar hits your face. The door of the conference room was ajar, and the man's deep voice was filled with electricity: "T
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Survival in the Dark Sun
The early morning sunlight shines on Lin Xia's face through the gaps in the mottled curtains. She habitually reached for the cell phone on the bedside table, ready to turn off the alarm clock, but found silence in the room. Usually at this time, there would always be the sound of bustling traffic outside the window, the shouts of the owner of the breakfast shop downstairs, and the sounds of children playing in the school not far away. But today, everything was eerily quiet. Lin Xia frowned, sat
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