Jade and Pearls Chill in the Little Tower

Waves intentionally create a thousand miles of snow, peach blossoms silently herald a procession of spring. In this bustling world, a carefree soul finds peace. What is most fitting now? To be drunk, to wander, to sleep. A room filled with heavenly fragrance, a fairy's abode. A zither, a sword, a cup of tea—how many are as carefree as you? Paper screen, stone pillow, bamboo bed, weary hands toss aside a long midday nap. Listening to the evening court, nothing to do, slowly, reading the few books by the bedside. Jinxi wishes the author a hundred years of happy writing, never to change! Wishing all readers of this book the best. 🌷🌼🌸🌷🌼🌸🌷

The author subtly and meticulously portrays Chang Qingqing and Luo Xiaoyao's respective stances on revenge and their psychological changes. I understand Qingqing and stand by her.

Whether Dugu is here or not, I must send my holiday greetings. Happy Dragon Boat Festival to Dugu!

Life is never just one exam. Just keep moving forward, and hard work will be rewarded. May you write a magnificent chapter with your pen.

Dugu, don't use poetry as a weapon to kill me! Every stroke pierces the heart, every word draws blood!! On one hand, I hope Dugu will write more poems, and on the other hand, reading Zhou Ehuang's "The Female Taoist Priest" in the new chapter filled me with countless emotions. The previous chapter, "The Auspicious Partridge," left me with such regret, and Gao Ruoyu's "Clouds and Water Embrace the Bright Moon" almost made me want to bang my head against a wall… I, Zichuan Xiu, am so unrestrained, so heartless. Even when Zichuan Ning offered me the position of prince consort, it didn't move me. But with Dugu's main characters, once their poems and pronouncements are revealed, I completely break down… Let's get going, no more lurking! Upvote! Dugu Xunying, the poet-sword master! Bump this up! The little building is filled with the chill of pearls and jade! — Zi Chuan Xiu #NewBookRecommendation#

The author's writing is fluent and beautiful; is he painting? He has painted a historical drama.

Have you not seen the white clouds vanish and disappear in the sky, while the west wind blows and stirs up the waves to the heavens? Have you not seen the clear water, like a mirror, reflecting the sun and moon, and the waxing and waning of the moon, a lament for the rivers and lakes? The rise and fall of dynasties, the glory and decline of the past, are all traced back to the ancient times. As dawn breaks and dusk falls, the clouds gather and disperse, casting shadows and light upon the characters. The waterfall cascades down and returns, while the rivers meander endlessly through the years. Ode to a Withered Tree, lamenting the rise and fall of dynasties; a short song, full of emotion and fervor. Let us compose a song together, and invite you to share a drink and reminisce about the vicissitudes of life. In books, one finds beauty like jade; all other learning fades into the realm of mere formality. Wealth is cultivated both inside and outside the world; gains and losses build walls that separate people. Frost chills the high halls, flowers bloom in October; the city's neon lights are a waste of its splendor. The path of education has been long and winding; whose family will carry on its legacy for millennia? Against the current, I laugh at the storm, and fish in a lone boat, fishing for the dragon. With a flick of my finger, I break through a thousand waves of flying sand.

A light rain and slanting wind bring a chill to the morning. A wisp of smoke and sparse willows adorn the sunny beach. The clear Luo River flows into the Huai River, its waters gradually spreading. Snowy foam and milky blossoms float in the midday cup; tender water pepper and artemisia shoots grace the spring platter. The true flavor of life lies in simple pleasures; half of the hundred-acre courtyard is covered in moss. A white path winds around the gate. How many who love leisure can come here? The small courtyard and winding corridors are quiet in spring; two or three mountain peach and stream apricot trees stand. For whom do they wither, for whom do they bloom? The morning rain in Weicheng settles the light dust; the guest house is green with new willow leaves. I urge you to drink another cup of wine; beyond Yangguan Pass to the west, there will be no old friends.

I've read "Dragon's Roar on the Water" several times already, why hasn't Xiaolou updated it yet? It would be such a shame if this book were abandoned. Respectfully, an old pig. Please return quickly, Dugu Xunying.

Wishing you a Happy New Year in advance, to all your book readers and even strangers, a prosperous Year of the Snake! May you have a happy life, smooth work, good health, all your wishes fulfilled, and abundant wealth! May everything be well, smooth, and as you wish! The cold winter snow departs, and warmth arrives with the spring breeze. The steps are fragrant with plum blossoms, and the candles glow red in the floral arrangement. Let us celebrate the old year and the new, for tomorrow brings long days. The ice melts, reflecting in the mirror-like water, and the fragrance of plum blossoms wafts on the wind.