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There's a rumor going around Huaizhou that after the disaster that befell the gentry family, Miss Lu forgot all about a woman's virtue.
She embroidered no pink butterflies or orchids on her handkerchiefs. Instead, she embroidered a steamed bun.
Lu Wanying was born the daughter of a military family, but was switched at birth.
After disaster struck her family, all she had left was a good-for-nothing brother, a spoiled young master who couldn't be helped.
She worked day and night embroidering handkerchiefs to cover the household expenses.
She thought marrying Xie Jingli would be the beginning of happiness.
But she gave her heart to the wrong man, suffered untold torment, and eventually died in his arms.
Reborn, Lu Wanying earns money by selling embroidered handkerchiefs, determined to stay as far away from that man as possible.
But she discovers that whatever she embroiders after being reborn comes true.
So she tries embroidering a steamed bun.
And from then on, she never goes hungry again.
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In his previous life, Xie Jingli thought he had no heart.
If Lu Wanying hadn't risked her life to take a bullet for him, even if he had been reborn, he would never have spared a glance for the daughter of the woman who killed his mother.
In this life, he originally intended to let her live, but then he changed his mind.
He knows her family has fallen on hard times and that she's struggling, so he puts on an indifferent face and decides to bring her some money.
But when he arrives, a table piled with meat buns sits before Lu Wanying, whose cheeks are rosy.
She's eating well and wants for nothing. In the end, she even throws him out the door.
Xie Jingli: ???
Lu Wanying sneers: Heh, as if I need your pocket change.
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by Shanhuachaomu
The Ten Thousand Gods Stele says: When the gods return after a thousand years, the merit officials have yet to arrive, and the human world returns.
Fifty years in the mortal realm, a thousand years to ascend to immortality, and then the immortals govern the many celestial offices in Heaven.
Every generation of Heavenly Kings has a mission: to understand the words on the Ten Thousand Gods Stele. But a thousand years have passed, and no word has come from the Earth Gods or the Department of the Underworld.
One day, a brilliant light bursts from the Seven Stars Hall in Heaven's northern corner, shining especially green.
The Ten Thousand Gods Stele appears: "Wenqu has descended into the world."
A story about how past lives shape what comes after. Believe in past lives and present lives, or don't; it makes no difference. I wrote this story anyway. I'm terrible at titles, so the title says it all: it's about all sorts of immortals.
Volume One: The Human World
Volume Two: Merit
Volume Three: ...
Theme: Sincerity is never wrong.
What kind of golden finger is it if you can't embroider gold and silver?
Damn it! The scumbag is a scumbag! The heroine couldn't stand up either and was angry.
The writing is a bit messy. . .
My favorite Keda, you must be safe and healthy, and be happy every day, waiting for your update
Would it be better to change the buns in the copy to gold or something? After all, it is labor-intensive to pierce a bun, which is not as cost-effective as it is money. (Just passing by, give me a suggestion)
Oh, this really pisses me off! The heroine, a real daughter of a general's palace, is so happy to be a concubine, and this man is also a scumbag who tortured her to tears in her previous life. It was really frustrating to watch, and I really wanted to crack open the heroine's head to see how much water was inside.
The female protagonist is still so weak after being reborn and has to rely on the male protagonist for everything. It really makes people hate the iron.
Spread the flowers Spread the flowers Spread the flowers
I suddenly want to be a sibling. I rely on a cult.
I actually thought that the name I embroidered has turned into semen... I am really too dirty, I reflect on it