The Reason: Xiao Lei originally planned to stop writing and updating for a while because she simply didn't have the time. But she was so furious that she had to speak up. Xiao Lei reads transmigration novels and anti-Qing novels, and when some stories distort historical facts, she usually just looks the other way. After all, she reads them for entertainment.
But I truly don't know what to make of Princess of the Great Qing Dynasty. As a Han Chinese person, one of those people with no backbone in Miss Huang Momo's eyes, whose history of being massacred can be used as something to brag about, and as an ordinary Han Chinese student with little influence, all I can do is use this story to express how I feel. I also want to let everyone know that Huang Momo isn't the only kind of author on Jinjiang, someone who can ignore the historical wounds of other ethnic groups (ignoring the wounds of her own people is even worse). The vast majority of authors are normal people.
Enough of that. Here's the blurb.
More than three hundred years ago, when Jiangyin fell, the young woman Yue Xiaoling composed a poem in blood before dying for her country: "Bare bones and exposed corpses litter the battlefield; across ten thousand miles, the lone loyal subject still refuses to surrender. I tell passersby, do not cover your noses: the living do not smell as sweet as the dead." Note 1
More than three hundred years later, Empress Huang boasts about the "Jiading Massacres." In a fit of anger, Yue Xiaoling's reincarnation smashes the white jade beside her. To her surprise, this activates a mystical mechanism, and a time-space vortex hurls her into the world of "Princess of the Great Qing Dynasty," created by Empress Huang.
Yue Xiaoling, who transmigrates with a heart full of hatred; Foerguochuke, transformed into a scarlet dragon; Song Ayierha, biding his time in secret; Yinhu Yanhan, the silver fox with obscure intentions; loyal spirits of the Ming who refuse to be reborn; and the mysterious Dragon Maiden Ao Ling: Can the five fox spirits, transformed into the heroines of Qiong Yao novels, truly throw the times into chaos and divert Foerguochuke's attention? Can the spirit of Huaxia be reunited and its former glory restored? Beneath the layers of mist, who is really pulling the strings? And can Yue Xiaoling solve the mystery?
For all this and more, please follow The Complete Qiong Yao Universe: Princess of the Great Qing, Your Sister!
Note 1: "Bare bones and exposed corpses litter the battlefield; across ten thousand miles, the lone loyal subject still refuses to surrender. I tell passersby, do not cover your noses: the living do not smell as sweet as the dead" was written by an unnamed woman who died for her country during the Eighty-One Days of Jiangyin.
Note 2: This is a fanfiction of Princess of the Great Qing Dynasty. For the statements "Han women have no backbone, while Manchu women are born noble," please see the original story.
Note 3: The author sincerely believes that Nurhaci's younger sister living to see the Qianlong era is about more than just nobility, so I solemnly declare that there are no typos in the fourth paragraph of the blurb.
Additional notes: First, since Princess of the Great Qing Dynasty is itself a romance set in a mostly fictional world, this fanfiction naturally has little to do with history either. If I refer to historical facts, I'll provide sources.
Second, please don't get hung up on Yue Xiaoling's identity after she transmigrates into Princess of the Great Qing Dynasty. If Nurhaci's daughter can live to the Qianlong era, I don't think it's so hard to accept Yue Xiaoling transmigrating as a fox spirit.
Although this story is an outlet for Xiao Lei's anger, and although it's absurd, I still hope to make it as perfect as possible. Although I said earlier that this story doesn't focus on history, if I've said anything inaccurate about customs, geography, or culture in the broader setting, please point it out. That way, Xiao Lei can learn something, too.
You can also discuss things related to the story here. If you have suggestions, feel free to post them here. Xiao Lei will choose anything that suits this cathartic story and work it into the text. Ming and Qing history, customs, and so on are all welcome.
Finally, Xiao Lei is a student and has classes, so please bear with the update schedule and word count.
At last, it's done. I'm crawling back to update the story. Updates every other day. Thanks to everyone who kept supporting me while I was away for so long.
I really think that those novels and movies that glorify the Qing Dynasty should be banned. They will really teach bad people! I was like this before I was 13 years old. I didn't understand history or the situation. I was crazy and liked some 4488 number army. I thought Kangxi was the one emperor through the ages. I once read a comprehensive Qiong Yao article, which praised Kangxi, Yongzheng, Qianlong and the others so highly. Kangxi was a god descended from heaven (that's enough, don't insult the gods!). The nine elder brothers were some kind of immortal king. They were all described as magnificent and charming, but I didn't see the mention of their hairstyles. He also wrote Qianlong as an unparalleled handsome man with a deep love like the sea. He was very kind to the heroine. He also said that Manchu women were originally open and conservative because of the influence of Han culture. He also said that Han people were weak and not as soft as Manchu women. He kept putting down Han people in every line. The cheating thing is that I actually thought it was reasonable and loved to watch it. I also thought that Four Four was so handsome, Eight Eight was so handsome, the Digital Army was so handsome, and Kangxi was so wise. Fortunately, I have read a few articles about the real revival of China and learned about the bloody history of the Jiading Three Massacres. Otherwise, I would still be addicted to those inexplicable novels.
Oh my gosh, Xiaolei, you finally updated. Tears streaming down my face.
Oh my gosh, you are so smart. Oow, I want to see Wan'er and A Wu's ambiguous relationship~
What is going on? Isn't it a trap?
I remember this article was included in V. Am I remembering it wrong? 0 0~~~SF is here
... The Wan Wan party floated by
Actually, I don't understand what's so serious about reverse CP - -
That little bit means that the Qing Dynasty entered the Pass and massacred without blame, haha. A conscientious historian really cannot afford to be hurt.
How could that guy have two negative scores?
JJ Is it really Huang Niangniang's mother who makes the decision?
Every article is just the author's thoughts
Urgent update!
Another: My thoughts after reading some comments!
First: No one can deny that China is now a big family, including Manchus and Han. We have been taught that the fifty-six ethnic groups are one family since childhood. Over the past few decades, our generation actually has no ethnic subjectivity. What we should have is unity to strengthen our motherland. Until now, we are still suppressed by the United States, Britain and France, and are feared by neighboring countries! Only China is our root, and neither Manchu, Mongolia nor Han can deny it, right?
Second: Nowadays, most of the JJ websites are online, and everyone forms a digital party. But we are not in the history at that time, we are only in YY. Yongzheng's reputation for being mean did not spread among JJ, but JJ cleared him up. Maybe it was just because he was the winner of the throne in Kowloon at the beginning, and the woman standing next to the winner had a particularly different luster!
But is it really that good to seize the throne in Kowloon? If you are not serving the country and the people, but you have cleansed the court several times, all the officials are like ants, let alone the common people who are treated as ants by all the officials! Even if everyone is dissatisfied with China's current politics, can you imagine the true meaning of one person's criminal clan and thousands of people being beheaded and exiled? In feudal society, maybe a tribesman you have never heard of committed something (the party struggle during the Kowloon seizure of the progeny, the literary prison of the Qing Dynasty for more than a hundred years), your family will be beheaded, or walked thousands of miles into exile, and tied with ropes like pigs and dogs.
That kind of social situation cannot be imagined by those born in the 1980s and 1990s who grew up under the care of their parents and elders.
Third: The author has already written in the copy that this article is not directed at the Manchus. It should be said that it is aimed at some remarks in "Princess of the Qing Dynasty". I also read "Princess of the Qing Dynasty" when it was first written, but I only read the copy and didn't click to read it. Because at that time his copywriting was still the same as "Three Massacres in Jiading, Ten Days in Yangzhou", which was the merit of his princess!
What an achievement! Maybe he didn't use these two words, but it only left me with this impression. I have never been able to accept imperial methods, but I can understand the measures taken to establish a dynasty. But can you not regard this as a merit, and use killing to show your omnipotence? Every time I think of it, I want to say: Damn, you don't know what pain is, right?
I live in the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun, and the grief of thousands of years of war is still mentioned from time to time. The civilians in the war are in panic. Is this an understatement from your mouth? My grandma, who experienced the Eight-Nation Allied Forces and the Japanese raids, once mentioned that every time she heard that the Japanese troops were coming, everyone would carry food to support the elderly and the young and flee in panic. My great-uncle died in the anti-Japanese war.
This is history, and it is so painful. As a descendant of the Chinese people, we often sigh and sigh. Who is not filled with righteous indignation when talking about those days? But the author surnamed Huang said "Three Massacres in Jiading, Ten Days in Yangzhou" in a showy manner, as if describing the beautiful hairpin on his head, and it was my handwriting! How can one not be angry? How can people not despise him? It is said that he is a Han Chinese, so how can he not be despised? Even if you cannot understand the pain of history and the sorrow of a nation, then as a person you should have a minimum sense of morality, right?
When people see "Princess of the Qing Dynasty", they simply feel angry. Some take the trouble to give negative marks for each chapter, some abuse it, and some use human flesh. Naturally, some of them turn their anger into words and write it down! This article should be the author's vent, but the writing style is better, more people read it, and the comments are more enthusiastic. When I first saw "Princess of the Qing Dynasty", Huang XX had just written it. After reading the copy, I found that my vent was relatively uncreative and less lethal. There was only one word "cut" and then I left.
In fact, although he only had one word in his mind at the time, it does not mean that he was not angry. What I am angry about is not what happened to the Manchus at that time. Like the person below said: Didn't the Han people massacre the city? I tell you: slaughtered! Don't go too far, our military has done this even in the 20th century! That's military, that's politics, if you talk about humanity, you'll die! What makes me angry is that as a time travel theory, you actually don't think about how to avoid killing and how to attack the city with wisdom (you also talk about how you are gifted with talents, XXOO, you are a general in one day), but you take the initiative to massacre the city! Damn, you are just playing games to collect points by killing monsters! I loved her so much from Huang Taiji to Kowloon! Dozens of people are perverts! Even though he knows his direct bloodline, a hundreds-year-old monster still cries and pulls at someone's pants and won't let go? Have you ever been in love in real life?
If you dare to write like that, don't blame others for writing like that!
I can't write any more, now I can't help but curse!
When I climb the ancient city wall, when I touch the decaying pillars and beams, when I lean on the railing and look into the distance in excitement, there is always a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I always hear a voice saying loudly: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.
Someone told me that there once was a big fish that lived in Beiming. It turned into a giant bird and soared between heaven and earth. The giant bird has wings like clouds hanging from the sky. It can soar even though it is ninety thousand miles away. The sages have given us a mind that can encompass the heavens and created a broad and magnificent palace for us.
At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a perfect song. His broad robe and belt were flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant attitude. Thousands of years have passed, but there are still lingering sounds, but he doesn't know that what is really cut off is not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body.
I also dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he drank with was the cold light on the edge of his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing loudly, with his hairband blown open by the strong wind, and his robes flowing like an immortal.
But then the emperor changed. He supported the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants eventually hid in paradise on earth and gave up large tracts of land. However, in the cold north, an army was fighting on the battlefield. The enemies said that we could not win the battle as long as the Yue family's army was present. It is a pity that the heroes were tabooed and the slanderers were high-spirited. A ray of loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation was irreversibly destroyed. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone inserting it into the soil. It was a tassel gun that the general had used. It would rather break than bend.
The wheel of time wandered slowly and finally lost its direction in Jiashen. So on the bank of Slender West Lake, on Meihua Ridge, an ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy. The frail scholar named Shi Kefa did not want to let go of his high bun, let alone the clothes left to him by his ancestors, so he decided to live and die with the city, losing his life and protecting his faith. Cruel killings, like mountains of corpses, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that thousands of years later, it will still shine on the land of China.
Today, thousands of years later, I sat in the lobby of McDonald's. I wore Gucci fashion and casually sang my heart will go on, but I felt inexplicably sad because I heard a voice say loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.
I remember, a group of brown-haired jackals with blue eyes, armed with sharp boats and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces. So today, a hundred years later? ?
We understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have musical prodigies, but we don't know how to conquer palace merchants. We can build high-rise buildings, but there is no room for a public arch. We wear suits and leather shoes, but we have no clothes of our own.
Where, that land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family?
Why do you say I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han costume that I cherish so much belongs to Fusang? Why do you always treat my sincere confession as a joke? Why can't the tears I shed move your iron heart at all?
Where, that land of faith? Where is my son of the Han family?
I don't want to break my heart over this, I don't want my ancestors' wisdom to be appreciated by no one, and I don't want my Chinese clothes to be promoted by the Japanese. Therefore, I always have a desire that one day, we can pick up our own culture and support the backbone of the nation.
Remember, remember, there was once an era called the Han and Tang Dynasties, there was once a river called the Yangtze River, there was once a pair of totems called dragon and phoenix, there was once a feather coat? ? The name is Nishang!
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I really think that those novels and movies that glorify the Qing Dynasty should be banned. They will really teach bad people! I was like this before I was 13 years old. I didn't understand history or the situation. I was crazy and liked some 4488 number army. I thought Kangxi was the one emperor through the ages. I once read a comprehensive Qiong Yao article, which praised Kangxi, Yongzheng, Qianlong and the others so highly. Kangxi was a god descended from heaven (that's enough, don't insult the gods!). The nine elder brothers were some kind of immortal king. They were all described as magnificent and charming, but I didn't see the mention of their hairstyles. He also wrote Qianlong as an unparalleled handsome man with a deep love like the sea. He was very kind to the heroine. He also said that Manchu women were originally open and conservative because of the influence of Han culture. He also said that Han people were weak and not as soft as Manchu women. He kept putting down Han people in every line. The cheating thing is that I actually thought it was reasonable and loved to watch it. I also thought that Four Four was so handsome, Eight Eight was so handsome, the Digital Army was so handsome, and Kangxi was so wise. Fortunately, I have read a few articles about the real revival of China and learned about the bloody history of the Jiading Three Massacres. Otherwise, I would still be addicted to those inexplicable novels.
Oh my gosh, Xiaolei, you finally updated. Tears streaming down my face.
Oh my gosh, you are so smart. Oow, I want to see Wan'er and A Wu's ambiguous relationship~
What is going on? Isn't it a trap?
I remember this article was included in V. Am I remembering it wrong? 0 0~~~SF is here
... The Wan Wan party floated by Actually, I don't understand what's so serious about reverse CP - -
That little bit means that the Qing Dynasty entered the Pass and massacred without blame, haha. A conscientious historian really cannot afford to be hurt.
How could that guy have two negative scores? JJ Is it really Huang Niangniang's mother who makes the decision?
Every article is just the author's thoughts Urgent update! Another: My thoughts after reading some comments! First: No one can deny that China is now a big family, including Manchus and Han. We have been taught that the fifty-six ethnic groups are one family since childhood. Over the past few decades, our generation actually has no ethnic subjectivity. What we should have is unity to strengthen our motherland. Until now, we are still suppressed by the United States, Britain and France, and are feared by neighboring countries! Only China is our root, and neither Manchu, Mongolia nor Han can deny it, right? Second: Nowadays, most of the JJ websites are online, and everyone forms a digital party. But we are not in the history at that time, we are only in YY. Yongzheng's reputation for being mean did not spread among JJ, but JJ cleared him up. Maybe it was just because he was the winner of the throne in Kowloon at the beginning, and the woman standing next to the winner had a particularly different luster! But is it really that good to seize the throne in Kowloon? If you are not serving the country and the people, but you have cleansed the court several times, all the officials are like ants, let alone the common people who are treated as ants by all the officials! Even if everyone is dissatisfied with China's current politics, can you imagine the true meaning of one person's criminal clan and thousands of people being beheaded and exiled? In feudal society, maybe a tribesman you have never heard of committed something (the party struggle during the Kowloon seizure of the progeny, the literary prison of the Qing Dynasty for more than a hundred years), your family will be beheaded, or walked thousands of miles into exile, and tied with ropes like pigs and dogs. That kind of social situation cannot be imagined by those born in the 1980s and 1990s who grew up under the care of their parents and elders. Third: The author has already written in the copy that this article is not directed at the Manchus. It should be said that it is aimed at some remarks in "Princess of the Qing Dynasty". I also read "Princess of the Qing Dynasty" when it was first written, but I only read the copy and didn't click to read it. Because at that time his copywriting was still the same as "Three Massacres in Jiading, Ten Days in Yangzhou", which was the merit of his princess! What an achievement! Maybe he didn't use these two words, but it only left me with this impression. I have never been able to accept imperial methods, but I can understand the measures taken to establish a dynasty. But can you not regard this as a merit, and use killing to show your omnipotence? Every time I think of it, I want to say: Damn, you don't know what pain is, right? I live in the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun, and the grief of thousands of years of war is still mentioned from time to time. The civilians in the war are in panic. Is this an understatement from your mouth? My grandma, who experienced the Eight-Nation Allied Forces and the Japanese raids, once mentioned that every time she heard that the Japanese troops were coming, everyone would carry food to support the elderly and the young and flee in panic. My great-uncle died in the anti-Japanese war. This is history, and it is so painful. As a descendant of the Chinese people, we often sigh and sigh. Who is not filled with righteous indignation when talking about those days? But the author surnamed Huang said "Three Massacres in Jiading, Ten Days in Yangzhou" in a showy manner, as if describing the beautiful hairpin on his head, and it was my handwriting! How can one not be angry? How can people not despise him? It is said that he is a Han Chinese, so how can he not be despised? Even if you cannot understand the pain of history and the sorrow of a nation, then as a person you should have a minimum sense of morality, right? When people see "Princess of the Qing Dynasty", they simply feel angry. Some take the trouble to give negative marks for each chapter, some abuse it, and some use human flesh. Naturally, some of them turn their anger into words and write it down! This article should be the author's vent, but the writing style is better, more people read it, and the comments are more enthusiastic. When I first saw "Princess of the Qing Dynasty", Huang XX had just written it. After reading the copy, I found that my vent was relatively uncreative and less lethal. There was only one word "cut" and then I left. In fact, although he only had one word in his mind at the time, it does not mean that he was not angry. What I am angry about is not what happened to the Manchus at that time. Like the person below said: Didn't the Han people massacre the city? I tell you: slaughtered! Don't go too far, our military has done this even in the 20th century! That's military, that's politics, if you talk about humanity, you'll die! What makes me angry is that as a time travel theory, you actually don't think about how to avoid killing and how to attack the city with wisdom (you also talk about how you are gifted with talents, XXOO, you are a general in one day), but you take the initiative to massacre the city! Damn, you are just playing games to collect points by killing monsters! I loved her so much from Huang Taiji to Kowloon! Dozens of people are perverts! Even though he knows his direct bloodline, a hundreds-year-old monster still cries and pulls at someone's pants and won't let go? Have you ever been in love in real life? If you dare to write like that, don't blame others for writing like that! I can't write any more, now I can't help but curse!
When I climb the ancient city wall, when I touch the decaying pillars and beams, when I lean on the railing and look into the distance in excitement, there is always a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I always hear a voice saying loudly: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. Someone told me that there once was a big fish that lived in Beiming. It turned into a giant bird and soared between heaven and earth. The giant bird has wings like clouds hanging from the sky. It can soar even though it is ninety thousand miles away. The sages have given us a mind that can encompass the heavens and created a broad and magnificent palace for us. At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a perfect song. His broad robe and belt were flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant attitude. Thousands of years have passed, but there are still lingering sounds, but he doesn't know that what is really cut off is not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body. I also dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he drank with was the cold light on the edge of his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing loudly, with his hairband blown open by the strong wind, and his robes flowing like an immortal. But then the emperor changed. He supported the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants eventually hid in paradise on earth and gave up large tracts of land. However, in the cold north, an army was fighting on the battlefield. The enemies said that we could not win the battle as long as the Yue family's army was present. It is a pity that the heroes were tabooed and the slanderers were high-spirited. A ray of loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation was irreversibly destroyed. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone inserting it into the soil. It was a tassel gun that the general had used. It would rather break than bend. The wheel of time wandered slowly and finally lost its direction in Jiashen. So on the bank of Slender West Lake, on Meihua Ridge, an ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy. The frail scholar named Shi Kefa did not want to let go of his high bun, let alone the clothes left to him by his ancestors, so he decided to live and die with the city, losing his life and protecting his faith. Cruel killings, like mountains of corpses, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that thousands of years later, it will still shine on the land of China. Today, thousands of years later, I sat in the lobby of McDonald's. I wore Gucci fashion and casually sang my heart will go on, but I felt inexplicably sad because I heard a voice say loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. I remember, a group of brown-haired jackals with blue eyes, armed with sharp boats and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces. So today, a hundred years later? ? We understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have musical prodigies, but we don't know how to conquer palace merchants. We can build high-rise buildings, but there is no room for a public arch. We wear suits and leather shoes, but we have no clothes of our own. Where, that land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family? Why do you say I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han costume that I cherish so much belongs to Fusang? Why do you always treat my sincere confession as a joke? Why can't the tears I shed move your iron heart at all? Where, that land of faith? Where is my son of the Han family? I don't want to break my heart over this, I don't want my ancestors' wisdom to be appreciated by no one, and I don't want my Chinese clothes to be promoted by the Japanese. Therefore, I always have a desire that one day, we can pick up our own culture and support the backbone of the nation. Remember, remember, there was once an era called the Han and Tang Dynasties, there was once a river called the Yangtze River, there was once a pair of totems called dragon and phoenix, there was once a feather coat? ? The name is Nishang!