When the gentle and witty Master Zhou meets the cunning and scheming little princess. If Zhou Zhiruo hadn't fallen in love with Zhang Wuji, she would still be the gentle girl Zhou and wouldn't be so miserable. If you like Zhao Min, the restoration of Emei is just around the corner. (When I read the fanfic, I felt that Miss Zhou was a little bit bad, and then I was unhappy. Miss Zhou is so good-looking, so she is not a bad person. Obviously Miss Zhou is so miserable, and it is so difficult for little girls to bear so much. Then I wrote that Miss Zhou doesn't have to be so hard.)
After modification
The most painful thing for Ms. Zhou was when she met Zhang Wuji and was forced to a dead end by Master Miejie. She was left alone and had to carry everything on her back.
If Miss Zhou had a family, wouldn't she have to bear so much alone?
If Zhao Min likes Miss Zhou, can Miss Zhou be called Mrs. Zhao?
Obviously, Miss Zhou is so kind and will give dry food to Zhang Wuji and Yin Li who have no food to eat;
Miss Zhou is so smart and at such a young age, she can see through the "positive and negative sword techniques" at a glance;
I want
When Miss Zhou has a sense of security, a family, and a lover, she will always be kind and smart. Miss Zhou deserves the best in the world.
Intention: Work hard and never forget your original intention.
Reader comments
When I was about to die, I sorted out my thoughts last night and came to the conclusion: read a book, write an article, and talk about it tomorrow.
Me during the day: I can't get out of bed just thinking about getting up to write a paper. When it comes to writing a thesis, I start to grunt, as if I haven't seen a bed in 800 years or played with a mobile phone in 8000 years. Stop lying on your stomach, your breasts will be worn away! I felt that I couldn't be so depraved, so I opened a book that had almost nothing to do with the thesis, and it read, "I couldn't help but make a humming sound, the sound of a disgusting pig." Did the pig mess with you? !
I made up my mind, finally sat up, looked down and saw that my socks were a little torn, ah! Xiao Hui! Which pair of shoes did the evil thing? All our little grays have been turned into lace [Kangxi scolded the minister. Jpg]
I was writing like crazy at 1:30 in the evening, and my progress was still very slow. When I saw a very good master's thesis, I felt ashamed and my heart was broken. I secretly wrote down all the references in the notes, reading what I needed first, and then what I was interested in. Two years ago, I read a lot of books, read a lot of literature, and was able to think. I saw that I would work hard to become someone who could write such a paper. But now I see, I just see that I will not become such a person. So what exactly do you get from graduate school? So much grinding, so much pain, all the publicity and self-confidence were worn away, and I was often criticized for having too many ideas. This comment changed from an initial appreciation to a shady one. I gradually became afraid of hearing this word because I knew it was followed by a negative. I occasionally think of those teachers who were tolerant and believed in us when I was an undergraduate. They were great and respected us, and the library was so rich. At that time, I felt that staying in the same place for seven years was simply unacceptable. I never thought that far away places were not as good as there. I wonder what happened to my chicken claw tree and high-five tree. Are there still ugly words written on stones by my classmates who just learned calligraphy on the west mountain? Is the half walnut shell that was placed on the highest place on the east mountain overlooking the whole school still there? Is the milk tea cup "sheltered" under the rock still there? At that time, I thought I was the first person to climb that mountain, but I kept finding traces of people who had arrived before me. Are the nights in the northern cemetery still so dark? Are the dogs inside still so vicious? One night, I walked into the darkness alone and was chased out by a group of dogs. Of course I didn't agree.
I looked at the records and found that the last pre-defense was at the beginning of April, the previous one at the end of March, and ours was at the end of December? Can you really trust the school? I wanted to risk my job and my survival, but I had to fight. In front of school, I had nothing.
Why am I so far away from school, but I still feel a little hopeless at school? Fortunately, I have a room of my own now.
When I was about to die, I sorted out my thoughts last night and came to the conclusion: read a book, write an article, and talk about it tomorrow. Me during the day: I can't get out of bed just thinking about getting up to write a paper. When it comes to writing a thesis, I start to grunt, as if I haven't seen a bed in 800 years or played with a mobile phone in 8000 years. Stop lying on your stomach, your breasts will be worn away! I felt that I couldn't be so depraved, so I opened a book that had almost nothing to do with the thesis, and it read, "I couldn't help but make a humming sound, the sound of a disgusting pig." Did the pig mess with you? ! I made up my mind, finally sat up, looked down and saw that my socks were a little torn, ah! Xiao Hui! Which pair of shoes did the evil thing? All our little grays have been turned into lace [Kangxi scolded the minister. Jpg] I was writing like crazy at 1:30 in the evening, and my progress was still very slow. When I saw a very good master's thesis, I felt ashamed and my heart was broken. I secretly wrote down all the references in the notes, reading what I needed first, and then what I was interested in. Two years ago, I read a lot of books, read a lot of literature, and was able to think. I saw that I would work hard to become someone who could write such a paper. But now I see, I just see that I will not become such a person. So what exactly do you get from graduate school? So much grinding, so much pain, all the publicity and self-confidence were worn away, and I was often criticized for having too many ideas. This comment changed from an initial appreciation to a shady one. I gradually became afraid of hearing this word because I knew it was followed by a negative. I occasionally think of those teachers who were tolerant and believed in us when I was an undergraduate. They were great and respected us, and the library was so rich. At that time, I felt that staying in the same place for seven years was simply unacceptable. I never thought that far away places were not as good as there. I wonder what happened to my chicken claw tree and high-five tree. Are there still ugly words written on stones by my classmates who just learned calligraphy on the west mountain? Is the half walnut shell that was placed on the highest place on the east mountain overlooking the whole school still there? Is the milk tea cup "sheltered" under the rock still there? At that time, I thought I was the first person to climb that mountain, but I kept finding traces of people who had arrived before me. Are the nights in the northern cemetery still so dark? Are the dogs inside still so vicious? One night, I walked into the darkness alone and was chased out by a group of dogs. Of course I didn't agree. I looked at the records and found that the last pre-defense was at the beginning of April, the previous one at the end of March, and ours was at the end of December? Can you really trust the school? I wanted to risk my job and my survival, but I had to fight. In front of school, I had nothing. Why am I so far away from school, but I still feel a little hopeless at school? Fortunately, I have a room of my own now.