A Woman Disguised as a Man Takes the Imperial Exam

So, when a woman reaches the top level, she is just called "Luzi" and placed in a temple to receive incense and worship? What about her impact on social values? How come a thousand years later, a woman who has suffered domestic violence still needs to be encouraged by a classmate giving her a biography? With her achievements, shouldn't she have entered the nine-year compulsory textbook? Descendants have recited so many of her famous poems in full, but when they grow up, they still have to rely on men and dare not be financially independent? It was too empty, as if all her achievements had been buried by history, and only the statues of gods receiving incense were left...

Twice cut in half. . . I hate you for giving her life and letting her live vigorously, but you killed her halfway. When I open a new article, I will also clear mines. . .

White wood, I hate you I hate that you can casually start breaking updates without telling the readers. I hate that you are always calm and never come out to respond. I hate that even your explanations are like giving alms. But I was really moved by the words you wrote, the characters you wrote, and the bits and pieces of your soul that I saw through the words, and my eyes filled with tears. There are mixed feelings in my heart. I tell you my disgust for you, my criticism of you, and everything wrong with you. But I know that the deepest reason for all this is because I once liked you so passionately and brilliantly I used to read your books day and night, trying to understand every sentence you wrote bit by bit, and watching your progress from the past to the present bit by bit. Even the things that make you dream are your words. I recommend your books to everyone around me, recommend these books to everyone around me, and spontaneously draw pictures and write articles for your characters. I used to be paranoid and stubborn in thinking that your soul must be as beautiful as your words reveal. While readers love you, you must also love readers. I once regarded you as my idol so profoundly that I created a specially created excerpt book filled with words written by you. I forced myself to search over and over again for the historical facts you cited so that I could understand them. Until I deeply experienced your discontinuation for the first time. Those who have been looking forward to it day and night, the first time I come back from school, I turn on my phone to see if you have updated. Time and time again, my expectations are disappointed, from expectation to disappointment to despair, and finally you update again in a twists and turns. At that time, I was still naively thinking that it was okay, it was just once, maybe there was something going on at home, and maybe it would be explained in the next chapter. So I subscribed to your articles again and again with such superficial thoughts, and then you stopped updating for the second time. At that time, I thought, it doesn't matter. Although it's very, very sad to be interrupted from time to time, I can still like you. Perhaps it was my past stereotypes that gave me an unrealistic filter for you. Until the end, I could no longer tell whether it was my love for you and your articles that supported me in reading your article, or my reluctance to leave due to excessive sunk costs in the past. So I searched the comment area over and over again, hoping to find one or two comments that would support me to continue to like you and continue to read your articles. I saw an overwhelming number of comments, all of which were readers' anger, all readers' disappointment, and all readers' sadness. What makes me laugh at myself is that when I saw these comments, the first thing I thought about was whether you would be sad if you saw these words. Sometimes I really feel that I am cheap, because even at this level, I will still subconsciously excuse you from the bottom of my heart, I will still subconsciously make excuses for you, and I will still subconsciously try to empathize with you. I once liked you so much. Maybe my love is not grand or brilliant in the eyes of you or others, but it is indeed the greatest love that I can achieve. In fact, now that I think about it, I am even a little numb to this matter. It is just a discontinuation of updates. If the discontinuation of updates is for the sake of higher-quality articles in the future, then I am not unacceptable. Then I read on bit by bit. As I watched, I always felt a sense of disobedience in my heart. It was an indescribable thorn buried deep in my heart. It made me tingle all over, but your writing style made me continue to read. Maybe your writing is not that good, but in my eyes, this is indeed a state that I cannot achieve. I forced myself to read it, and then I felt something was wrong, so I checked the comments section. Some sisters posted all the inconsistencies. I am grateful to them, because it was this final blow that woke me up completely. Maybe if I had not liked you so passionately, I could still continue to read your articles, because I only regard you as an ordinary author, and buying your articles is a matter of mutual consent. But there is no if, I just loved you so passionately. The more I liked it at that time, the more I was disappointed. Maybe you don't know. After all, I rarely speak. Since I am a student party member, my presence is not very high. It can even be said to be very low. I think it's funny for me to accuse him of an experience that the other person didn't know I had loved him for. After all, you have never forced others to like you, it is just my own wishful thinking But I still want to tell you all this, I still want to tell you that I once liked you, just think it is like fulfilling a dream of mine But in the end, I still hope that you can continue to write the words you love, I still hope that you can be happy in reality, and I still hope that you can get a lot of likes and love. I hate you, white wood; because I once liked you so sincerely, but you don't deserve it.

[Afraid] Who took away the body... Why is it written like this? Lu An, who is comparable to Confucius and Mencius, commented that he was just a gentleman. Did the heroine work hard and be named a gentleman... Can the official contact the author? I really feel like something happened to her [Cracked] [Cracked] [Cracked]

It's so amazing that you can single-handedly improve the status of women. Women can become officials and shine in various industries. Then a thousand years later, it won't be as good as it was then, right? A good standard of a helpless full-time housewife who was subjected to domestic violence and encouraged to become an independent woman. An An wears it all in white, and has no impact on history at all. Stop writing it. I even wonder if you hired someone to write it as a ghostwriter.

After finishing the main text, I didn't read a single word, and I didn't even read it after I bought it. But I read the comments on this extra chapter, which made me angry even just thinking about it. It is a great historical figure comparable to Confucius and Mencius, and the way it is shown is that her temple encourages women who are still in low status and have been domestically abused to divorce.

I'm convinced, how can it be like this later [covering face, laughing and crying] to take revenge on us, right?

Super high school level unfinished building

Can't stand it, using a woman who has been domestically abused as a foil for the protagonist who is disguised as a man? That's too ridiculous [split]

The method used to show the great achievements of a generation of saints in later generations is to inspire a woman who was domestically abused. That's not to say it can't be done, but it has to be a drop in the ocean, not the only future discussion of highlighted cases. The way you describe it here is different from that vulgar master, all the apprentices are male, and I am the precious little junior sister, so everyone loves me and protects me. Is there any difference in the plot of the novel where I am different from all the girls? Are you portraying Lu An? What's the difference between using this technique and dragging out all the female characters just to highlight the heroine's uniqueness? If you really don't know how to write, just go back to your comfort zone and go read Confucius and Mencius to see how the great achievements of various schools of thought are recommended and displayed, okay? You have copied so many classics. At this time, you still don't know how to copy and evaluate? Stop thinking about it, stop writing it yourself and talk about it later.