No matter when or where, you are my light.
A story of two listless souls holding tightly to each other through the turbulence of fate, saving each other in the process.
After I transmigrated, I met the first person in either of my two lives who was kind to me.
And I knew that I was a blade in his hand.
Qin Feng: “A Rou, try this moonlit peach blossom pastry. I waited in line all morning.”
“A Rou, these fireworks today will make up for the disappointment that day.”
“Anyone who bullies my A Rou is dead.”
“A Rou, you’re the most worthwhile girl I’ve ever met.”
All I knew was that the realm should belong to him.
The road ahead was too hard. He shouldn’t have to suffer so much just to be with me.
Qin Feng: “A Rou, I never speak of another life.”
*
The people’s lives were in ruins. I wielded my pen like a blade, hoping to find the people of this realm a way to survive.
On a summer night, when the peach blossoms were nearly gone, the Imperial Preceptor delivered a prophecy: “This girl is the bane of our dynasty. She must be given a ghost marriage to put the dead to rest.”
I watched as the lid of the coffin slowly closed, thinking that this was the end of the story.
At the start of the following spring, I watched from the shadows as tens of thousands of people trampled through the Duanwu Gate to demand justice for me.
Prince of Li Commandery Qin Feng drew back the curtain. The officials knelt before the palace, while the entire army bowed their heads and awaited his orders.
Standing behind the tyrant, he spoke indifferently: “Things have come to this. Abdicate.”
The tyrant sneered at him.
The real play was only just beginning.
Notes:
1. Written in third person.
2. Both the male and female leads are beautiful, powerful, and tragic. Mutual salvation, one-on-one romance.
3. Low martial arts, low magic. [The author’s personal worldbuilding is higher than the Himalayas.] Anything that seems odd might be a clue or a twist. The story has both sweet and painful moments, and a realistic take on human nature.
4. The approximate currency exchange rate is 0.1 tael of gold = 1 tael of silver = 1,000 wen = 500 yuan. One li is 400 meters.
Theme: Love takes a thousand forms, each beautiful in its own way.
Yes, love yourself and finish spreading flowers
I was so touched that I immediately opened the note and wrote a 100-word elementary school composition for Lonian. Written at the front, I read the first three chapters twice to clarify the context and incorporate the worldview of "Self-Used". After that, I read it as smoothly as Dove. Youyoumeng would like to come to our Huanyuan to visit and experience the local customs TT. I have not been registered in Jinjiang for a long time, and "Ziyou" is also the first novel that I have read from beginning to end in Jinjiang. I saw Sangrou push open the courtyard door, and saw the empty carriage parked in front of me. I smelled Qin Feng's sandalwood fragrance, and touched Bai Ziye's peacock pattern. Not surprisingly, Lin Siyan deceived me into tears in the finale. If we like ourselves, tolerate ourselves, and accept ourselves, we will become stronger one day. Everyone is gentle, romantic and sensible. I really like everyone calling me bread. I also thank Lonian for his generous act of giving out red envelopes.
Thank you, Mrs. QAQ for spreading flowers
Got it, it turns out this chapter is about the protagonists showing off their coolness, and that's what our little girls do.
Qin Yan is quite diligent and came this far.
It's awesome. There's still a seal waiting for release today.
Laughing to death. It turns out that this chapter is more interesting.
I said Qin Feng, stop sao (light a cigarette)
Indeed, there is nothing wrong with lazy people kneading dough.
It's suddenly so sweet today. I'm a little uncomfortable with it.