The person Song Lanting feared and hated most was his senior brother. It was not only because the senior brother's brilliance completely eclipsed someone as mediocre as him.
It was also because the senior brother was kind to everyone else, but always spoke harshly to him. Whenever they met, he looked ready to kick him twice.
After being reprimanded yet again, Song Lanting took out a little figurine carved with his senior brother's birth details and began plotting revenge.
Unexpectedly, his senior brother was right behind him, staring at him grimly for a long while.
The next second, his senior brother changed his expression and laughed heartily. "Who upset our Tingting?"
Song Lanting: "?"
"Your senior brother even held you when you were little."
Song Lanting: "!"
This man had definitely gone mad!
His senior brother had not gone mad. His senior brother simply had a poor memory and could not recall certain things. For instance... what had he done all day today?
He only knew that once, when he woke up, his junior brother was beside him, his tattered clothes barely covering him. His eyes were red, and he could not even stand.
His senior brother looked as though he had been struck by lightning. "I'll take responsibility."
Song Lanting buried his face in his hands and trembled slightly.
He nearly burst out laughing.
Wasn't his senior brother supposed to hate him most of all?
He had thought of an amusing way to get revenge.
One time, Song Lanting woke to find his senior brother sitting beside the bed, a sword in his arms. Outside, dark clouds gathered, and a storm was about to break.
Song Lanting crawled into his senior brother's arms, afraid he would not be able to hide his laughter.
"I don't have the strength to move at all. I need Senior Brother to carry me."
"I told you not to last night, but Senior Brother was like a dog. I couldn't get rid of you no matter how hard I tried. There was nothing I could do."
"I'm getting engaged tomorrow. Will Senior Brother attend? You can sit in the seat of honor."
His senior brother nearly crushed the sword in his hand.
.
Li Rongxu had come from the future and knew that his junior brother would one day commit terrible atrocities. Reborn into a new life, he saw through what a little bastard his junior brother was and resolved to guide him onto the right path.
Otherwise, he would kill him with his own hands.
But on the day after his junior brother came of age, he awoke in an unfamiliar bed and saw only a familiar, handsome face. Who could it be but his junior brother?
Half-sweet, half-hateful top × a bottom obsessed with his senior brother
#Rivals-to-lovers couple
#The protagonist's long road to cultivation, with a level-up progression
#The love interest is truly an upright gentleman, as refined as the breeze and bright as the moon. He only wants to teach the protagonist to be an honest person, in every sense of the word, but fails
Here is a preview of an upcoming story:
"The Frail Beauty Who Bears the Mandate of Heaven"
Shen Yunning is a graduate student in history, specializing in periodization. He chose the most obscure twenty years of a turbulent era to study.
On the day he graduated, he transmigrated into the last dynasty before that era began, becoming a fake young master with the same name as the real one in the Prime Minister's household.
Not long before, the fake young master had been caught framing the real young master after his return. Someone broke his leg, and now he was confined to a secluded courtyard in a sickly body, with only a wooden-headed servant surnamed Lin by his side.
The former Prime Minister, his father, pointed at him and cursed.
Shen Yunning: "You're going to die."
The real young master tried to kick his good leg.
Shen Yunning: "In a few days, you'll be exiled."
Clutching the thousand taels left to him by the Prime Minister's wife, Shen Yunning was thrown out of the house. He decided to go out and become a strategist.
What do you mean, a genius, ruthless strategist? That's all Shen Yunning!
With his ability to know the future, he came up with one brilliant plan after another.
He would follow whoever could become the leader.
Everyone knew of the frail beauty who bore the mandate of heaven. Wherever he went, his side won the mandate of heaven, earning him the title of the walking Imperial Seal. Heroes from all around sent lavish gifts and waited eagerly to welcome him.
But Shen Yunning wanted just one person: "Who knows Lin Huaizhao?"
Who was Lin Huaizhao?
The eternal emperor who would end the era of chaos, and the ultimate powerful ally.
Lin Xingjian owed Shen Yunning an immense debt of gratitude, and promised to repay it by protecting him for ten years.
For the umpteenth time, he heard Shen Yunning muttering about Lin Huaizhao, Lin Huaizhao.
Lin Xingjian finally lost patience. "Why are you calling me?"
Under the lamplight, the beauty narrowed his long, sharp eyes, so striking they seemed almost alluring, and scrutinized him. He lifted a foot and splashed the water from his footbath all over Lin Xingjian. "Pfft, you?"
Lin Xingjian: "?"
So what if his real name was Lin Huaizhao?
Theme: Love each other well
