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Li Ziqi, a pure beauty born in the 1990s. There is hard work and perseverance behind overnight fame, as well as sadness and bitterness. From a remote mountain village to a prosperous city, and then from the city back to the mountain village. The pastoral scenery nourishes her pear blossom-like spirit. Bury love in your heart and cultivate hope in the lonely mountain village... When I was in the bustling city, I stuck to the virtue of frugality, but I didn't really want to stick to it. It was my income and situation that forced me to stick to the virtue of frugality. From a poor remote mountain village to a prosperous city and back to the mountain village, I have always lived a noble life. I think being noble should include: not violating laws and disciplines, working conscientiously, living frugally, restraining one's greed as much as possible, not hurting others as much as possible, being polite to others, and abiding by one's duty. I would also rather not be noble, but life forces me to live a 'noble' life. At least I can exchange my youth and beauty for the capital of living an 'unnoble' life, but I cannot bear the consequences of living an 'unnoble' life. I can even intuitively feel that an 'unnoble' life is a trap that people like me can never escape from, so I have always lived a noble life...

Lin Daiyu restarted a different life with the Qingzhi Sword, but she was ordered by her teacher to escort Zhu Yunwen out of the customs. He was surrounded by ambushes on all sides, and was pursued and blocked by elite soldiers. Shi Xiangyun's mischievousness shakes up the world, Miaoyu's teacher is Kuji Shenni, Xue Baochai destroys himself as Jia Baoyu with good intentions, but the monster escapes and brings disaster to the world again; There are also Lu Ying Guchen in the desert outside the Great Wall, Kuji Shenni in Qionghai, Wu An Zhenren who is as famous as Zhang Sanfeng, and the master hermit in the Central Plains secretly fighting for their wits. It is by no means an ordinary Internet writing routine. It does not imitate at all, and there is no plagiarism at all. The story is wonderful and fantastic, and the writing style is novel and unique.

The most valuable thing about a cold thatched cottage is the pile of charcoal for heating. The woman snuggles into the man's arms, not letting him go any further and clinging to him shyly and happily. The woman has icy muscles and jade bones, with a slender head and furrowed brows, but she is not a woman with fireworks in the dust of the world. She is as pure as a hibiscus with dew in the morning. He is tall and handsome, and he is obviously very familiar with this woman, but he seems at a loss at this moment. This hut in the vast wilderness is his home. This is his happiest moment...