I've recently been updating another series of short stories. I'll finish that one quickly, then come back and continue Buzhou. I'm begging you to take a look at my danmei short story, Love Makes You Go Bald. I'm begging! I want to enjoy writing. Just to be clear, Buzhou won't be abandoned. I might write slowly, but I won't abandon it.
Before Shi Siling was called Shi Siling, she too had a young girl's days of wearing sleeves full of beautiful flowers, shy with the secrets in her heart. Back then, she never imagined that galloping through the capital and singing at the top of her lungs, then drawing a bow to tease the emperor's grandson, would all vanish in an instant, leaving her to wake from a wild, absurd dream.
A hero? Lower than a nameless handful of earth on a mountain path. A good person? With a kind heart, dead before their time. Heaven and earth are unkind, and cannot be relied upon. Gods and Buddhas are heartless, and cannot be trusted. My heart is steadfast as a rock, and cannot be turned.
She returns after storming the heavens, now Buzhou, the Blood Rakshasa whose very name strikes terror into everyone's heart. The world fears her and dreads her. No one dares bully or harm her anymore.
Just as Shi Siling thinks this is the ending she wanted, Qi Yu asks her:
“Do you regret it?”
“Regret? Why should I regret anything? What have I done wrong?”
If you don't know me, don't claim a mayfly can shake a tree. If you don't understand me, don't presume to judge good and evil. If you can't see through me, don't laugh when I reap what I sow.
My name is Buzhou. I fear no fate, however ill-fated.
“Just seeing a bald monk gives me a headache. I imagine he feels the same when he sees me.”
“The Buddha sees all living beings as Buddhas. I see you, and only you.”
“What riddles is that bald monk spouting now?”
“The moment I saw you, greed, anger, and delusion arose. I became foolishly obsessed, and gladly so.”
“Are you sick?”
“Beyond the help of any medicine.”
Love and hate run deep. Better to wipe the slate clean.
Thank you for reading this far. Those who leave me are not meant to stay. But if you happen to like my story, then what a wondrous twist of fate.
My friend Zhong Fu's unfinished historical romance: Your Highness, Do You Have to Pick a Fight with Everyone?
So what about updates? Queuing up for updates
So can you tell me the promised update??
I'm going to run away, I'll take a look at my dear one last time, I'll give you my fafa, please keep writing.
Short comments can also express my love for Laomei and Xiaoxie!
I'm curious what Yu'er will do. And the emperor, I advise you to be kind!
Master and servant for ten years, deep love. This is so uncomfortable, right?
This answer, alas, is really helpless.
The emperor's attitude is a bit extreme∠( ? ∠)_How did he become the emperor?
You're bald and you're going to make me laugh to death.
It's just that the Taishi family was unsuspectingly taken a ride by someone with intentions. I also ask readers who feel sorry for Xie Junyan to stop making comments. If you want to seriously discuss the plot and use your own understanding to refute me, please feel free to do so. If you feel weird, please go away. Everyone has a different understanding of the role. I just hate Xie Junyan's shady behavior. There are even cheaters who leave messages saying that I'm a cheater. In the end, what does my humble opinion have to do with your high opinion? :)