Han Law

The laws of the Han Dynasty are the laws that shackle the world and are the rules for conduct and conduct. (Parody 🙂) Son of the Plane - Ning Yi, the son of Ruhu Ningcheng, the favored minister of the Western Han Dynasty, as a venerable Xiuyi, sticks to his true intentions and always remembers his father Ningcheng's words: to dominate and control the shortcomings of hundreds of officials, drive them like cattle and horses, vowing to keep the national treasury empty and the people to live in poverty. At that time, the son of time travel - Zhi Zhi, the son of the cruel official Goshawk Zhi Du, turned the clouds and saw the sun, making the turbid world become bright and clear, and vowed to write down the vicissitudes of the right path. 🙂

After just reading the first chapter, you can see that the author's writing skills are very strong ~ wait for the update! （*/∇＼*）

I am coming,. There is a grammatical problem in paragraphs 1 and 2, and it will also appear in the rest of the chapter. The context of what the boy said was inconsistent and lacked a sense of substitution. There is no need to chew words, just use vernacular. The author is probably not very old. Come on, encourage each other, write more, read more, watch more and think more.

The cold wind blew by, withered leaves flying. A person is walking on the bluestone path. At the end of the road, is a palace. There is a plaque hanging on the door. The paint has been mottled, but the three characters "Jishen Palace" can be vaguely discerned. ... The author opened his blurred eyes slightly, a wisp of wind blew on his face. Bright eyes, dark eyebrows, sensitive teeth and dimples. Every day, countless contemptuous eyes wandered on this face, he took it calmly, because he knew there was nothing these people could do to him. Every day, countless mocking eyes are on this face. He is fearless, because this is the world of eunuchs, everything seems to be under his control. No waves. He's gotten used to it even if it's only been a few days. But today, the two looks in front of him made him feel something he had never felt before. "You're coming" "Yes" "I thought no one would come" "I'm coming" "It's already so dark" "That doesn't mean I won't come" "You shouldn't come" "I'm coming" "I'm already Entering the palace" "I see it" "..." "So, you must stop me?" "Yes" "There is no room for negotiation?" "Yes" "No one has ever dared to be presumptuous in this place!" The author was a little angry. "That's because I just came" The reader is as calm as ever. Looking at each other... For a moment, the author sighed faintly. "Okay, what are you going to do?" "You haven't castrated it yet" "What!" The author was startled, with a layer of coldness on his face. "How... Do you... Know?" He spat out these words slowly but extremely clearly. Silence... Finally, the author regained his composure. "You know that I am not castrated?" "Yes" "Who told you that I am here?" "Friend" "Do you believe in friends so much?" "I didn't believe it at first, but now I believe it." " Why?" "Because your eyes told me the answer" "I don't want to experience that pain" "I know" "A dozen authors at the same time have been unable to hold on..." "I know" "Then why are you still here?" "Because you are still standing here, it is still there." Silence, It is terrible silence. But murderous aura, soaring murderous aura, is fighting... "You are so cruel" He threw away a penetrating smile, only used it once. Once is enough. Because no one can withstand one move. Unless he is dead. And when the reader walks out with a knife dipped in blood, it's too late. Killing is invisible, Eunuch is not awakening, this is the secret of readers. Readers have this confidence. The author made a miscalculation this time. He didn't understand what kind of person he was facing. In his eyes, there is only cutting. Readers, still cold! Today, the man in front of him finally let him taste the taste of failure. ... He knelt down tremblingly, but the reader ignored him. "If I had known today, why bother then?" The reader said coldly. His body froze. "I was wrong" "What's that on the back?" "No... Nothing" "I told you, what's on the back" "Why do you have to force me!" "Is it your trumpet?" "I said, I never open a trumpet" "Except this time" "How do you know! How do you know that's my trumpet!!!" The author went crazy. "It's still because of your eyes... Your eyes reflect panic elsewhere, but only when you see it, your eyes are normal." The author found that he had made a big mistake. Unfortunately, it was too late. "You... You are..." "Yes" The author finally collapsed. On the counter, put this indescribable thing, left by the reader. Now, the author stands blankly in front of the tissue. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. He grabbed the tissue, and rubbed it frantically, rubbing it, but, nothing happened. The author, collapsed on the ground, tears finally burst out of his eyes. "... You are so cruel..." Night, It's deep...

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I haven't read a novel in several years and I can't even find the account I'll read it again when I'm bored.

I can't watch it, I can't take it in. The plot is too slow. The further back I go, the more I want to fast forward.

After reading Chapter 22, a case has not been solved yet, but when a thread is broken, he starts to give up on himself. He is completely a person who has never encountered any setbacks. Solving the case depends on other people's conscience, my God. 😵

Dead people are still interesting, interesting, what is this kind of character suitable for?

It looks interesting at the beginning, I hope it will continue well.

Wow! Greatly persevered at the starting point! Come on!

The autopsy looks so professional, I will ask you to do it for me a hundred years later 😁