The Hilarious Whatever-Man
爆笑随便侠
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- Completed
- Length
- 488k Words
- Genre
- Light Novel
- Subgenre
- Comedy & Snark
- Updated
- 4y ago
- Source
- Qidian
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Weiwei's Book House
In my prime, banners surrounded ten thousand men, and I first crossed the river with swift cavalry in brocade. At night, the Yan soldiers readied their silver bows; at dawn, Han arrows flew like golden darts. I recall the past and lament my present self: spring wind can no longer darken my white whiskers. I exchanged my ten-thousand-character strategy for pacifying the realm for my neighbor's book on planting trees.
Rolling Around and Begging for Love
I remember drinking on the bridge at Wuqiao, surrounded by heroes and men of distinction. The long canal flowed beneath the moon in silence. Among the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, we played the flute until dawn.
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Slender clouds weave their patterns; shooting stars carry their sorrow across the endless Milky Way, unseen. One meeting in the golden wind and jade dew is worth more than countless encounters in the mortal world. Tenderness flows like water; a promised meeting passes like a dream. How can we bear to look back at the magpie bridge as we part? If two hearts remain true for a long, long time, why must they be together every morning and every evening?
Burning Away the Years
The late emperor had not completed half his undertaking when he died midway. Now the realm is divided into three, and Yizhou is exhausted. This is truly a critical moment, when our very survival is at stake. Yet the palace guards remain diligent, and loyal men beyond the court risk their lives, because they remember the exceptional kindness of the late emperor and wish to repay it by serving Your Majesty.
Maple Leaves in the Wind
The Attendants and Gentlemen of the Palace, Guo Youzhi, Fei Yi, Dong Yun, and the others, are all honest and sincere, with loyal and pure intentions. That is why the late emperor selected them and left them to Your Majesty. I believe that if you consult them on every matter within the palace, great or small, before putting it into practice, they will surely make up for any shortcomings and offer much benefit.
A Collection of Handpicked Books
General Xiang Chong is even-tempered and virtuous, and well versed in military affairs. He was put to the test in the past, and the late emperor praised his ability. For this reason, everyone recommended that Chong be made commander. I believe that if you consult him on all matters in the camps, he will surely bring harmony to the ranks and put everyone, strong or weak, in their proper place.
The World and I Are Just One Reading List Apart
Draw close to worthy ministers and keep petty men at a distance: this is why the Former Han prospered. Draw close to petty men and keep worthy ministers at a distance: this is why the Later Han declined. Whenever the late emperor discussed this with me, he never failed to sigh with grief and indignation over Emperors Huan and Ling. The Attendants, Palace Secretaries, Chief Historians, and Military Advisers are all upright and loyal men who would die for their principles. I hope Your Majesty will
The Bluest Sea
I was originally a commoner, farming in Nanyang. In those troubled times, I sought only to keep my life, not fame or standing among the lords. The late emperor did not consider me lowly, but humbled himself to visit my thatched cottage three times and seek my advice on the affairs of the age. Deeply moved, I pledged myself to serve him. Later, when disaster struck, I accepted my duties amid defeat and carried out his command in a time of crisis. Twenty-one years have passed since then.
Every Departure Is a Betrayal
The late emperor knew I was cautious, and entrusted me with this great task as he lay dying. Since receiving that charge, I have worried day and night, fearing that I might fail and tarnish the late emperor's judgment. That is why I crossed the Lu River in the fifth month and ventured deep into the untamed lands. Now the south has been pacified and our arms are ready. We should encourage and lead the army north to settle the Central Plains. I will do my utmost, though my abilities are limited, t
A Small Town and a Cool Dream
I ask Your Majesty to entrust me with the task of defeating the rebels and restoring the Han. If I fail, punish me for my crime, to answer to the spirit of the late emperor. If there are no words to promote virtue, then hold Youzhi, Fei Yi, and Dong Yun accountable for their negligence, and make their guilt known. Your Majesty should also consider your own course, seek out good advice, and accept sound counsel, ever mindful of the late emperor's final decree. I am overwhelmed by your kindness an
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The brocade zither has, for no reason, fifty strings; each string and bridge recalls the years of my youth. Zhuangzi's morning dream lost him among butterflies; the King of Shu entrusted his longing to the cuckoo. By the moonlit sea, pearls hold tears; in warm sunlight on the blue fields, jade gives off mist. Could this feeling be recalled only now? Even then, it had already left me bewildered.
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The fragrance of red lotus fades, and autumn chills the jade mat. I lightly loosen my silken gown and climb alone into my boat. Who in the clouds will send me a letter? When the line of geese returns, the moon fills the western tower. Flowers drift away, and water flows on. The same longing weighs on two hearts, each with its own sorrow. Nothing can dispel this feeling: it leaves my brow, only to settle in my heart.
A Fragile Little Reading List
A song of new words, a cup of wine; the same weather and the old pavilion as last year. When will the setting sun return? There is nothing to be done as blossoms fall; familiar swallows return. Alone, I wander the fragrant path of the little garden.
Can't Go Back
I asked when I might reach the frontier, And passed Yanran on my mission to a vassal state. Like tumbleweed, I left the Han frontier; Returning geese flew into the barbarian sky. A lone plume of smoke rose straight across the desert; The long river met the round setting sun. At Xiaoguan I met a scout on horseback; The Protector General was at Yanran.
Chilly Moonlight
Autumn brings strange sights to the borderlands; the geese head south toward Hengyang without a backward glance. Sounds of the frontier rise on all sides with the horns. Among a thousand peaks, a long plume of smoke rises as the sun sets, and the lone city closes its gates. A cup of cloudy wine, with home ten thousand miles away; Yanran has not yet been carved with victory, so there is no way to return. The Qiang flute plays on, frost covers the ground. No one sleeps: the general's hair turns wh
The Cool-Hearted Girl
For a thousand ages, these rivers and mountains have stood, but where can we find Sun Zhongmou, the hero? Dance pavilions and song stages, all that splendor, have been swept away by rain and wind. In the slanting sunlight, among grass and trees, in ordinary lanes, people say that the man called Jinu once lived here. I recall those days: iron spears and armored horses, a spirit that could swallow ten thousand miles like a tiger.
Proud but Never Arrogant
In the Yuanjia era, they rushed to claim Mount Langjuxu, only to retreat in panic, looking back toward the north. Forty-three years have passed, yet I still remember the beacon fires along the Yangzhou road. How can I bear to look back? Beneath the shrine of Tuoba Tao, crows feast and drums thunder for the rites. Who will ask: “Lian Po is old, but can he still eat?”
A Few Glimpses of the Past
I often remember the pavilion by the stream at dusk, when I was so drunk I forgot the way home. When the fun was over, I rowed back late, and blundered deep into the lotus flowers. I rowed on, rowed on, startling a whole bank of gulls and herons into flight.
Petals Fall Upon My Shoulder
The wind and haze have cleared, and sky and mountains share one color. Drifting with the current, I let the boat go wherever it will. From Fuyang to Tonglu, a little over a hundred miles, the magnificent mountains and unusual waters are unmatched beneath the heavens. The water is a pale blue-green, clear to its thousand-foot depths. Fish and fine stones can be seen plainly, unobstructed. The rapids are faster than arrows, and the fierce waves race like galloping horses.
Cold Wind and Strong Liquor
On both banks rise tall mountains, all covered in hardy trees. They climb upward along the slopes, competing to tower over one another and point straight into the sky, forming countless peaks. Springs strike the rocks with a clear, ringing sound; lovely birds call to one another in harmonious song. Cicadas sing endlessly, and apes cry out without cease. Those who soar toward the sky pause to admire the peaks and quiet their ambitions; those occupied with worldly affairs gaze into the valleys and
Cold Wine, a Chilled Heart
In ancient times, those who studied always had teachers. A teacher is someone who passes on the Way, teaches knowledge, and resolves doubts. No one is born knowing everything, so who can be without questions? If you have questions but do not learn from a teacher, they will never be resolved. If someone was born before me and heard the Way before I did, I learn from them and take them as my teacher. If someone was born after me but heard the Way before I did, I likewise learn from them and take t
Eight Degrees of Lingering Warmth
The sage has no fixed teacher. Confucius studied under Tanzi, Chang Hong, Shi Xiang, and Lao Dan. Those men were not as wise as Confucius. Confucius said, “When three people walk together, one of them is sure to be my teacher.” Thus, students need not be inferior to their teachers, nor teachers superior to their students. Some hear the Way earlier than others, and each has expertise in a particular field. That is all.
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The poplars have shed their blossoms, and the cuckoo cries. I hear that you have passed through the Five Streams on your way to Longbiao. I entrust my sorrow to the bright moon, to follow you all the way west to Yelang.
My One and Only Obsession
Sunlight shines on Incense Burner Peak, raising violet smoke; from afar, the waterfall hangs before the river. Its torrent plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way had fallen from the ninth heaven.
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If this book dares to be eunuch, I will eunuch the author
Is this something I can watch without paying?
Written very carefully. . . Amplified something, real.
The image of a pig or dog with this name 🤭
Why not sign a contract? No one can reward me.
Any updates today? I was always on time before
This book feels more suitable for serialization in a journal
A very good article, with a strong sense of immersion. I finished reading it before I knew it. A bunch of heroes 🤭
Those with insufficient IQ should practice according to the method 🤓🤓🤓
Pretending to be dead is a technical job 😃