The General's Little Childhood Sweetheart is now underway. The blurb is at the bottom~
[Blurb]
A gorgeous, wealthy, spoiled young master top vs. a pitiful, penniless, innocent street punk bottom
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Yan Hanzhang lives in Peach Blossom Lane, the wealthiest part of the capital, and is a notorious young wastrel.
Across a bridge from Peach Blossom Lane lies Yuding Lane, where the poor live. They wear the same clothes for years, even when each garment has seven or eight holes in it.
Ever since he was little, Yan Hanzhang has kept running off to Yuding Lane. Before his baby teeth had even all come in, he already knew how to crawl into someone else's bed.
Maybe the two of them once had a time when they were childhood sweethearts. They don't remember.
Anyway, these days neither can stand the sight of the other.
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Yan Hanzhang takes advantage of his money and a little secret he knows about Fang Lansong to marry him and bring him home.
From then on, Fang Lansong spends every day hoping he'll become a young widower.
The two are at each other's throats. One wrong word and they're fighting, turning the whole household upside down.
Steward Zhong clicks his abacus beads and secretly feels relieved: at least the beds in this house are sturdy enough.
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Yan Hanzhang tells people that Fang Lansong is his sweet, devoted childhood sweetheart and that their love is sweeter than honey.
Fang Lansong tells people that Yan Hanzhang is a phony, sanctimonious wastrel who'd never find a wife in his life if he weren't rich.
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Yan Hanzhang:
Yesterday I had a cup of fresh tea.
This morning I took in a cat.
Tomorrow at noon, I'm off to the Han family's invitation for a polo match and a feast.
You ask what I'll do the day after?
That depends on my Fang Lansong.
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Fang Lansong:
The day after tomorrow, remember to bring cash.
Come to the yamen to bail out your young husband.
Any later,
and it'll be rude.
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Fang Lansong: Yan Hanzhang, you son of a bitch!
Yan Hanzhang: Who was crying on the bed just now, begging her husband to spare him?
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Yan Hanzhang: If you go looking for that Chu guy again, I'll give you a laxative!
Fang Lansong: Hah! Go ahead! You'll be the one suffering anyway...
Yan Hanzhang: ?!
Fang Lansong: #v#
[Preview blurb]
The General's Little Childhood Sweetheart, please add it to your library~
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One day, a capital gazette runs this headline:
At dawn, the great general stands neatly dressed at the gates of his manor with his soldiers and servants.
The general is cold-hearted and kills without blinking. Anyone who could make this fearsome man wait at the crack of dawn must be either an ancestor or someone about to be sent to meet one.
Alas! The onlookers say they can't bear to watch.
They wait until noon, when a carriage finally arrives. The general's furious glare looks ready to blast the entire carriage into the sky.
But then...
A little boy, white as milk, jumps out of the carriage and throws his arms around the general's neck, planting kiss after kiss on him and calling him...
Husband!
The onlookers bend down to pick their eyeballs off the ground...
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Everyone at the Imperial College knows Tang Huaizhi's backing isn't very powerful, but it is formidable.
The reason is the general who treasures him above his own life.
Tang Huaizhi is stubborn too. After all, his given name is Tiezhu, and people call him "the third toughest thug in Class A of the junior division at the Imperial College."
Well... it isn't the most impressive title, but it sure is long.
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Tang Huaizhi:
Listen, everyone, my husband is the great general of our dynasty. He's young and accomplished, and handsome beyond compare. His Majesty likes him so much.
Whenever he comes back from the palace, he brings me pastries given to him by His Majesty or other nobles. You can't buy them on the street.
Don't be fooled by how decisive my husband is outside. At home, he's completely different. He often puts on a little bib and cooks delicious food for me.
Oh, and I'll tell you a secret: my husband is so gentle in bed. Oh, I'm so embarrassed!
All right, all right, I'll stop. My husband's here.
(runs off at full speed)
Luo Qinglan (galloping at full speed) (cracking his whip):
Tang Tiezhu! Stop right there! If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not fit to be your husband!
2.
Tang Huaizhi (wriggling around) (clinging to him): Husband~ H-h-hubby~ General~
Luo Qinglan: What are you up to now?
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A fussy, annoying, clingy, pampered bottom vs. a ruthless, all-capable general top who's really a mother hen
Childhood sweethearts raised together, rough top and teasing bottom, older top who spoils him
Theme: Help each other grow and become better people.
I think it's quite sweet for some people to fight and mess around, but this Fang Lansong makes me think that he is not very good in the head. Maybe it's because I haven't written about the reasons why he is like this. I really need to write it down quickly, otherwise he will make people look really sick.
I thought that neither of them were easily bullied, but I didn't expect that both my stepmother and the person named Chu would step on them... I was really angry.
If both parties don't communicate, isn't this just abuse for the sake of abuse? …
Reading a book and choosing a position in the bridal chamber, hahahahahahahahahaha
I really feel that this article is frustrating to death. Is it a disease to feel this way?
. . . I don't understand anymore. .
Hey, hey, hey, do it hard!
What should I do if I have a bit of a chubby character (sorry, I'm a nerd) or it's the little miracle doctor Xiang Wuwu who just discovered that she's in love. Rolling on the bed with a cat in her arms is too cute, right?
It gives me a bitter feeling when I read it
Dear, I don't know what to say. From the first chapter to this point, I feel that the mission setting is very strange and not normal. The thoughts in my heart are not the thoughts of a normal person. . . . . . . What should I say? . . . . It's quite inhumane. . . . . The logic is also quite confusing. . . . From the first chapter to now, it seems that the plot has not started yet, which is weird. . . . . . If it's okay, Qinqin, you can read the articles you have written. You may have different ideas, so you can retreat first.