After My Country Fell, I Married a Peasant

Poetry-obsessed peasant x tearful, fussy kitten * In a single night, the world turned upside down, and the pampered princess became a remnant of the fallen dynasty. When Shen Zhuxi escaped the imperial palace, she never imagined that the one who would someday help her hold her head high and return was not her learned, brilliant fiance, but a crude, hot-tempered, uneducated peasant who loved calling himself everyone's daddy. At their first meeting, she looked down on his meager means, his limited education, and his thick skin. He was dreaming of marrying a princess. To survive in an age of chaos, she half-heartedly agreed to join Li Wu in making a life together, provided he accepted three conditions: One: Earn money to support the household. Two: Learn to read and study. Three: Overthrow the Liao and restore Yan. Shen Zhuxi's little scheme was simple: as soon as either her brother or her fiance made a comeback, she could easily smash his stupid head in. Later He made money, learned to read, rebelled against the Liao, and then smashed in the heads of her fiance and her brother. Shen Zhuxi: ? Li Wu: “Those sons of bitches! They tricked my woman and even egged her on to run away from home.” * The day after the new emperor's wedding, the empress wept in the Jiaofang Palace as she told her close friend: “I just want to marry a consort as handsome as Pan An, thoughtful and attentive, of noble birth and brilliant, preferably someone who can compose a poem in seven steps like Cao Zhi. Is that so wrong? Of course not!” The new emperor, secretly listening outside the door, was deeply indignant: When I recite poetry, why do you pretend you can't hear me? The new emperor flung his sleeves and left. That night, autumn rain fell in scattered drops. In his study, the new emperor wrote furiously: "A Letter North in the Night Rain" The heavens weep, laughing at my plight. Cao Zhi, you cur, I'll take your head tonight. Volume release notice: Releases on September 15, with three chapters that day - New book, "Crossing the Fox," now open for advance follows In the Great Wei capital, humans and demons lived side by side in a flourishing city. The Spirit Pacification Bureau oversaw all nonhuman races, hunted evil demons, and settled disputes between humans and demons. Though Bureau Chief Wu Xiaohan was human, his methods were more ruthless than those of demons. The day an army bringing strange and wondrous demons to the capital for the Millennium Banquet arrived, Wu Xiaohan stood alone on horseback before tens of thousands of Wei soldiers. Not one dared take another step. The caged Tan Ning: ...Isn't that the nine-tailed fox who once saved me? People knew that medicinal beasts could identify every herb, but not that the heart of a medicinal beast could also dispel illusions. In everyone else's eyes, he was a human prodigy, cold and ruthless, with a viper's mouth and a wasp's sting, more like a monster than a man. In Tan Ning's eyes, his nine tails looked wonderful to touch. After swallowing the heart of a medicinal beast, Tan Ning successfully passed the Spirit Pacification Bureau's inspection and stayed on as an envoy of the demons. To make sure she recognized her benefactor fox, she decided to sound him out: “Chief Wu, may I ask you something?” The fox corrected her coldly: “Call me Master.” “Master, did you go to Xueji Valley ten years ago?” Wu Xiaohan denied it outright, but the nine-tailed fox in Tan Ning's eyes pricked up its ears warily. Tan Ning: My benefactor fox must have a good reason for hiding his identity. I'll quietly help him through his troubles. The Longzhu had three great regrets in life. First, he was born with nine heads. Second, his fur was bright red, utterly unlike the Heavenly Fox's sacred, snow-white coat. He had stared into the water countless times, then smashed the ugly, terrifying fox reflection countless times more. After becoming Wu Xiaohan, he made sure not a speck of red ever appeared on him. But the new demon envoy strutted around every day in showy red robes, and was so capable that before long, everyone in the Spirit Pacification Bureau was singing her praises. “Wu Xiaohan, when you blink, it looks like butterflies are fluttering.” “Wu Xiaohan, the snow in Xueji Valley never melts, and not a speck of dust stains it. Just like your skin.” At first, he thought she was just another flatterer. But later, he saw her pluck the first red leaf of early autumn for him, rush into a blazing fire without regard for her life to save him, and even expose her human identity in the process. “Wu Xiaohan, you look so handsome when you smile.” He still turned away expressionlessly, pretending not to hear the heartbeat that had gone out of control. Until one day, he learned that ten years ago, when the Heavenly Fox was ambushed outside Xueji Valley, he had only nine tails left because he had sacrificed a century of cultivation to save a blind girl. Only then did Wu Xiaohan realize that the good fortune he'd received had been stolen from someone else. From that day on, he had a third regret. #A human pretending to be a demon, a demon pretending to be human# #A touch of mystery-solving# Theme: Our fate is in our own hands