A Pillow Between Mountains and Rivers

Su Xuan's world was tiny, no bigger than a mountain, a sect, and a sword that never left his side. In a single day, it became vast beyond measure, and he found himself at the foot of the mountain, lost and not knowing where to go. The fifteen-year-old boy rode a gray donkey, picked a road at random, and ventured into the boundless mortal world. That year, disasters struck one after another, yet the history books of later generations dismissed them in a single offhand sentence. In the sixth year of Yonghe, Jiangnan suffered a drought, and people resorted to cannibalism. My new novel, Fei Huang Yin, is now available. Please check it out and add it to your collection! Literary blurb: Women are foolish and weak, lost in tender dreams. Lu Jiulang is a master deceiver, and has tricked countless people into supporting him. Until a long blade, brimming with murderous intent, came slashing down and shattered his arrogance and delusions. Flying sand stretches for thousands of miles, smoke drifts into his embrace, and a young man marches off to war; When two powerful rivals meet, who will belong to whom? A gray wolf hunts the crimson phoenix; Love is a binding struggle in which you give everything. You are the one I will conquer. ----------The not-so-literary version---------------------------------- After years apart, Lu Jiulang was sharp and commanding, his presence more formidable than ever. His words pressed in on Han Mingzheng. "You see an old friend and can't even be bothered to say a word?" Han Mingzheng didn't know what to say. After a long pause, he finally replied, "General Lu, it's been a long time." Lu Jiulang's expression was unreadable. Then he scoffed. "I used to be at your beck and call. When did I ever deserve to be called General Lu?" Han Mingzheng fell silent. The palace walls loomed high, and the long night was soundless. Lu Jiulang seemed to be talking to himself. "You came to Chang'an at the wrong time. You should have waited until I became a first-rank official, above all others..." Han Mingzheng replied with a hint of sarcasm, "So I could witness General Lu's glory, be humiliated by you, and regret everything?" Lu Jiulang was quiet for a moment. "When that day comes, if I ask the Han family for your hand, will you say yes?" Han Mingzheng was suddenly overcome with a bitter ache. It took him a long while to answer. "No." Please click Theme: