"There has never been any dynasty born to be female--
All of this is just an era that the women of our ancestors used their blood and lives to regain for future generations, and they can live in dignity. "
No matter how long it took, Shang Zhuo would still be shocked when he thought of the emperor's words.
Shang Zhuo was originally an ordinary migrant worker in modern society, but a sudden landslide brought her to a female dynasty called Dachao.
Here, she is no longer a social scrap that is ignored by others, but a respected woman who can be named a prince or prime minister.
Just when Shang Zhuo was about to lie down and enjoy the gift of fate, he witnessed local riots due to an imbalance in the law; an urgent report from the border reached the capital...
Even if she comforted herself that these matters had nothing to do with ordinary people like her and would be solved by big shots, she still felt like a huge stone was weighing on her heart.
After sitting all night, Shang Zhuo wiped away his tears and stood up as dawn broke outside the window.
Even though most of the reformers recorded in history books did not die well, she still wanted to fight for the country that accepted her unconditionally.
Later, Shang Zhuo, who was already in his forties, looked at the prosperous times in front of him and smiled lightly - she did not expect that she had actually held up this building that was about to collapse.
[A real female-dominated world, no female competition, few love lines, and few male characters]
[The content of the copywriting is towards the middle and late stages. The early content is about the heroine's first experience in the world of heroines, which is relatively relaxed]
Concept: Small people also have great energy
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Bao, stop sending me red envelopes and write more!
[] Was a word I shared with other sisters. [Spread flowers]
Writing "servant, slave" in the female title text felt a bit awkward, but I couldn't think of any derogatory words with this meaning without the word "woman" next to it, so I had to let the characters of servants call themselves villains... Until not long ago, when I was watching videos, I saw the word "" shared by a sister, and my eyes suddenly lit up [star eyes] Isn't this the word I was looking for? So this chapter is used smoothly ~ [Dog's head holding a rose]
Recently, I feel that the more I write, the more difficult it becomes, and I often feel sad...
Because the idea was to create a story with a lot of depth, but I was really mediocre. Just a simple picture takes me a long time to think about. Sometimes when I turn on the computer, I may only type a few hundred words in half an hour, and the rest of the time I just stare at the screen in a daze.
As I write, I will fall into a whirlpool of emotions, feeling sad about the shallowness of my life and resenting my mediocrity. Although I try my best, I still write words that have no inspiration. I even wonder whether this is the right way to write. I am afraid that my writing will be unattractive...
Bao, stop sending me red envelopes and write more!
[] Was a word I shared with other sisters. [Spread flowers] Writing "servant, slave" in the female title text felt a bit awkward, but I couldn't think of any derogatory words with this meaning without the word "woman" next to it, so I had to let the characters of servants call themselves villains... Until not long ago, when I was watching videos, I saw the word "" shared by a sister, and my eyes suddenly lit up [star eyes] Isn't this the word I was looking for? So this chapter is used smoothly ~ [Dog's head holding a rose]
Recently, I feel that the more I write, the more difficult it becomes, and I often feel sad... Because the idea was to create a story with a lot of depth, but I was really mediocre. Just a simple picture takes me a long time to think about. Sometimes when I turn on the computer, I may only type a few hundred words in half an hour, and the rest of the time I just stare at the screen in a daze. As I write, I will fall into a whirlpool of emotions, feeling sad about the shallowness of my life and resenting my mediocrity. Although I try my best, I still write words that have no inspiration. I even wonder whether this is the right way to write. I am afraid that my writing will be unattractive...