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[Slot: Multiple CP Aptitudes]
Zhuang Yun vs Zhong Lian—Romance
Zhuang Yun vs Ling Qi/Rong Jia-Lily
Zhong Qian vs Su Jingzhi—Danmei
[Readers' Guide to Lightning Protection]
Suitable for:
· Readers who like slow-motion group portraits and melancholy dramas
· Interested in the subject of "historian/history compilation/history writing"
· Readers who can accept complex adult relationships (non-sweet pets)
· Readers who are willing to accept the possibility of tragedy
Not suitable for:
· Readers who pursue fast pace, excitement, and strong conflict
· Romance readers who need to clarify the main CP and HE guarantees
· Readers who are extremely uncomfortable with the setting of "ambiguous aunt and nephew"
· Readers who cannot accept narratives with high information density
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"He is just a drama writer, but the imperial court asked him to write the history of the country."
The old dynasty fell and a new dynasty took over.
Cen Jue, a down-and-out scholar who had been writing dramas in a teahouse for twelve years, was "invited" to the National History Museum.
Because he is the queen of sinners——
He has a good family background and strong character, but he also has resentments towards his former dynasty.
Such a person will not be shy when writing about the merits of the old dynasty, and will not be lenient when writing about the sins of the old dynasty.
The court thought it had found an obedient pen.
But what they don't know is——
Cen Jue's hand holding the pen always only writes what he wants to write.
The Xuanding Dynasty lasted for thirty-seven years, with two saints coming to the court, four hanging towers, and nine towns in Yongyan.
That was the most prosperous era of Qianheng.
It is also the most unwriteable era in history.
"Extended prosperity will lead to disaster; external prosperity and decay will lead to sudden death."
——These are the sixteen words the court asked him to write.
But what he wants to write about is the lamp when the two saints come to court, the wine at Chengguang's night banquet, the snow on the edge of the West Courtyard, and the bones buried in the frontier.
Work is work, mistakes are mistakes.
He will scold whatever needs to be scolded.
He will not miss a word of what should be written.
/
"I was given a marriage when I was eighteen years old. I was not marrying my sweetheart, but a legacy."
She was his "auxiliary seat", his "subordinate", and the chess piece he was forced to accept on the first day he ascended the throne.
He called her Chuxian.
She called him Guanjia.
After thirty years, he could not win a game of chess from her, nor could he win his own heart.
The edict said she was a "good match."
But the one he owed the most in his life was her.
The late emperor asked him to marry, so he married.
The late emperor did not teach him to love, but he also fell in love.
It's just too late.
/
"He is her junior, the child she watched grow up. But on her sleeves, he waved more dew than she should have in this life."
Shang Si has dispelled evil spirits, and good people have avoided disasters.
He took the orchid, soaked in dew, and fell on her sleeve.
"Chixia, I only need one word from you."
She didn't say.
He left for six years.
Some etiquette are not in line with the rules.
Some people shouldn't be tempted.
But he still asked that question.
Intention: Prosperity can be buried, but character cannot.
History can be tampered with, but there are always people who remember it.
