After reading three books in a row, Xie Yu watched the big guys on the gold list miss their mark one by one, and he couldn't help but think of going to the sea.
It's a pity that the edges she wrote were too harsh, so hard that the reviewers sneered and let her go, thinking that this kind of passage was at best a horror novel and not worthy of the title of pornography.
So Xie Yu used a clever trick to become a disciple of Lu Chenchen, who was said to be a contemporary master of Huang Wen. Only to find out that her master thought he was writing a classic.
Asked why he was locked to changing platforms.
Master regretfully said: Oh, who made me get involved in politics? My readers said that I have a tendency of historical nihilism.
Xie Yu finished reading Master's book, which was said to be shocking and made the ghosts and gods weep, and the screen was full of red.
Silence fell.
But it's true.
It is indeed a bit historical nihilism to write the emperor as the eunuch's despicable pet.
(The idea born from the locked self-doubt, I don't know when to fill it in, but I am very happy just looking at it, hehe)
Intention: Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other
