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Books by 青玉狮子
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- The Turmoil of the Qing Dynasty 乱清 A solitary lamp, A crescent moon hanging high, A beauty fair as jade, Rivers and mountains stretching for thousands of miles. A part-time guide at a small museum undergoes the most miserable transmigration in history. Returning from the dead and surviving against all odds, he vows to plunge the palace into chaos, topple the dynasty, and usher in an entirely new age, all by his own efforts Today I take up my mighty brush to rewrite the Spring and Autumn Annals. If the world is in such a state, wh 1Votes722.6kRecs312.7kFans
- Taking an Emperor as My Underling 收个皇帝做小弟 “Be good, little brother! Watch me crush the Jin, drive out the Mongols, and restore Huaxia! Then I'll replace the Song, unite the north and south, and surpass the Han and Tang!” “But... replace the Song? Brother, I'm the emperor of the Great Song!” “Be good, little brother! I'll make you a prince with authority equal to mine... I'll make you Prince of Song. How does that sound?” 0Votes2.5kRecs1.5kFans
- How Can Heaven Allow the People to Be Led Astray? 苍天岂容误苍生 Western Jin. Dark clouds, fierce winds, bronze drums among the brambles. Who has brought calamity upon the people? Me? Or Heaven? I cannot allow Heaven to bring calamity upon the people, and yet the flower is no longer a flower, and I am no longer myself. Eyes blazing, tears pouring, heart laid bare, blood spilled. Only by tempering sinew and bone, destroying this flesh, and etching my name into the annals of history can I write the Spring and Autumn Annals, in the hope of sparing the people and 0Votes465Recs11Fans
- Jin Tempering 晋砺 Executed by the cudgel from the start? I! Refuse! Back then, I didn’t know that this would not be the most painful moment of my life. I didn’t know that I would be reborn a second and a third time. I didn’t know that Heaven had secretly put a price on my fate and on the fate of Jin. I was laid upon the whetstone, ground and honed again and again. I would write the Spring and Autumn Annals with my flesh and blood. I would mend the rift in Heaven with my bones. The flower is no longer a flower. I 0Votes7.9kRecs9kFans
