When the Fanfic Was Pushed in Front of Emperor Qin and Han Wu

[The paragraph comment has been opened. The comment requirement is to collect the article and the subscription rate is 1%. Everyone is welcome to leave a message~~~] [Friends who don't like to follow serials can read the final article of the author's column, "Live Broadcast with Emperor Qin, Emperor Han, and Wu to Open His Eyes to See the World." It's a long story. Maybe the book will be finished after you finish it~] Copywriting of this article: Jing Changle is a street writer. After writing several novels in a row, he decided to switch to a Twitter account. Anyway, it's the online writing industry that I love, and I can still be happy doing tweets! When she happily started pushing her favorite historical fanfics and added the gimmicky Liu Zhuzhu fanfics, what people didn't expect was that the fanfics were pushed directly in front of Liu Che himself. When Liu Che was celebrating Wei Qing's victory, a large screen suddenly appeared in the sky. No one could be seen, but it was filled with words and a strange female voice. Just listen to the female voice saying: "The unorthodox Lele is here to tweet for you! What treasured article will I recommend to you today? Of course it is the fanfic of our great ancestors!" "The article I'm tweeting today is - "The Crematorium of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty Chasing His Wife"!" Liu Che: "Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, this is a good posthumous title. It would be great if it were me." The next second, I heard a female voice reciting the novel's introduction affectionately: [Once upon a time, Liu Che promised Gillian that he would hide her in a golden house; however, after he changed his mind, he forced her into Changmen Palace. Later, when Gillian left the palace without any regret, Liu Che suddenly regretted it. Liu Che:? ? ? What the hell is this? [He kneels, he cries, he mutilates himself, he takes poisonous elixirs and tortures himself; Liu Che thought: Anyway, Gillian doesn't love me anymore, even if the pill will lead to infertility, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the sons were not born to Gillian, so it doesn't matter if they all die...] Liu Che's pupils were shocked: Wait, there is still such a thing! [Answer the question after reading, please ask:] What level of wind was blowing when Liu Che confessed in the rain in front of Ganquan Palace? How many steps did Liu Cheyong climb when he lost his love and prayed to heaven? How many petals did Liu Che pull when he was debating whether to pursue love or not? … Liu Che drew his sword and stood up: "Bold monster!" It's pure rumour! No one is allowed to look at it! [There are rewards for answering questions. If you answer correctly, you will be rewarded with hydraulic mill construction drawings, road infrastructure books, flower and herb atlases, etc...] Liu Che gritted his teeth and changed his words: "Look at them all! Answer the questions well!" Minister: "Okay~~~" Liu Che was hurt and happy, but soon after seeing other posts on the screen, he happily laughed at the others and answered them faster. In other planes, there are also Qin Shihuang, Tang Taizong and others, frowning and listening to the tweets, feeling painful and embarrassed while remembering them word for word: "My writing partner is Fusu" "Becoming Li Shimin's Bird Queen" "After I transformed into Zhao Guangyi, I opened the Sunflower Book" "I am an evil god in the Ming Dynasty" … The ancients were really curious: what is the relationship between Fusu and writing, what happened to Li Shimin's bird, what are the Sunflower Book and the Evil God, who are the Hunjun... And with rewards, the ancients became more motivated~ [Highlight: Le Ziwen! There may be OOC! It's best to watch without thinking! [The author suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder. The first book he tweeted was Qin Chao Fu Su Wen, and Liu Che's second. [The Chinese text in the main text may not be consistent with the order in the copywriting, and there may be other texts as well. Purpose: Apply what you learn to improve the lives of ancient people