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The Flowing River Never Runs East for Long
Plot: In the territory of Liang Jingchunan, there is a county called Nao. It has suffered floods year after year, yet throughout the dynasties no one has ever thought to tame them. The reason is that the county produces a remarkable lotus root: the spring floods spur its shoots, and the autumn floods nourish its roots. Its color is like jade, its fragrance like balm, its flesh tender as paste, and its freshness like sliced fish. The powerful and wealthy adore it, and it is presented as an annual
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The Broken Plum Blossom
A common man's wrath leaves two corpses and blood flowing for five paces. I invite you to watch the play within the play. Look at your reflection, and don't mistake it for someone else. This is not an eunuch's novel. It's a short story for a World Intangible Cultural Heritage writing competition, a little tale about shadow puppetry and the guqin. The title was originally meant to be Guangling Melody, which would have been more obvious, but a big shot got there first. Plum-blossom cracks are an e
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Poison Umbrella
Short story It tells of her face, beautiful as spring blossoms, and a heart as venomous as a snake's. It tells of her softness, like a tender willow, and her sharpness, like a honed blade. It tells of her all-or-nothing gamble, and of a plot long in the making. It tells of her killing and arson, and of her freedom from punishment. In matters of love and hate, neither of us will rest until one of us is dead. You picked this one, husband. You said you wanted them ground to dust.
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The Male Hare’s Eyes Grow Bewildered
I've started a new book! Life holds no lasting sorrow, and flowing waters never run east forever. I'm grateful to all the big shots who've kept Xue Ling in mind. If you have any spare recommendation tickets, please give one to my new book too. The tales of kings and ministers through the ages: succeed, and your name goes down in history, carved on a stele at Beimang; fail, and you're nothing more than a clown making a scene. I picked the wrong category, so anyone here for romance, please move al
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