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- Once You Enter the Marquis's House, It Is as Deep as the Sea 侯门一入深似海 The sons of nobles follow in pursuit, while Green Pearl's tears fall onto her silk handkerchief. Once you enter a marquis's mansion, it is as deep as the sea. From then on, Xiao Lang is just a stranger. 17.8kClicks173Favorites6.6kRecs
- Countless Towers in the Misty Rain 多少楼台，烟雨中 Orioles sing for miles amid green and red, By riverside villages and mountain towns, wine shop banners flutter in the wind. Four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasties, How many towers and pavilions lie veiled in mist and rain? 3.7kClicks28Favorites1.1kRecs
- Flying into the Homes of Ordinary People 飞入寻常百姓家 Death is not the end, but the beginning of something else. 2.4kClicks17Favorites2kRecs
- The Winds Rise in the Capital Region 风起京畿 The Jing dynasty enjoys peace and prosperity, but undercurrents surge beneath the surface. Ten years ago, the Xuanji Jade Pendant shattered in a momentous incident. A bloody case followed, and the sacred treasure vanished without a trace. Xiao Yushu, a former secret guard of the previous dynasty, became a disgraced, crippled traveling physician. Though his body is broken, his mind is sharp and he sees through everything. He seeks only to find the shattered jade and clear the old injustice. His p 1.7kClicks5Favorites0Recs
- Though the Boat Has Sunk, a Thousand Sails Pass By 沉舟侧畔，千帆过 Death is not the end, but the beginning of something else. 1.4kClicks16Favorites682Recs
- The East Wind Fails, and a Hundred Flowers Wither 东风无力，百花残 It is hard to meet, and harder still to part; the east wind is powerless, and a hundred flowers wither. The silkworm spins its silk until death; the candle sheds tears until its wick burns to ash. At dawn, she worries as she looks in the mirror, fearing her cloudlike hair has changed; at night, she chants and must feel the moonlight's chill. Penglai Mountain is not far from here. Bluebirds, please go and look for me often. 1.3kClicks16Favorites702Recs
- Fear Not the Clouds That Obscure the View 不畏浮云遮望眼 A tower rises high upon Feilai Peak, They say the rooster's crow heralds the rising sun. Fear not the clouds that veil your sight, For you stand upon the highest height. 1.2kClicks1Favorites0Recs
- The Storm Is Coming, and the Tower Is Filled with Wind 山雨欲来，风满楼 As the Tang dynasty wanes, in the era of Emperors Yizong and Xizong, eunuchs seize power and regional warlords carve up the land. Beside the Grand Canal, the vast city known as the Imperial Capital sings and celebrates night after night, while hiding deadly dangers. Beneath the Jinwu Bridge, a faceless woman's corpse suddenly appears, its body branded with the secret designs of the former dynasty's Xuanji. On the night a Western Regions caravan presents its tribute, a precious glass casket is fo 1.2kClicks5Favorites22Recs
- With Tearful Eyes, I Ask the Flowers, but They Do Not Answer 泪眼问花，花不语 How deep, how deep, how deep the courtyard lies, Where willows pile like mist beneath the skies. Curtains upon curtains veil the place from sight; Carved saddles, jeweled reins pass by in revelry, Yet from the tower, Zhangtai Road is lost to me. Rain lashes, wind rages, spring's last days draw near; The gate shuts at dusk, but spring will not stay here. With tearful eyes I ask the flowers, but they are mute; Red petals scatter past the swings, borne far from view. 1kClicks0Favorites0Recs
- Boundless Falling Leaves, Rustling Down 无边落木，萧萧下 The wind is swift, the sky high, and the apes cry mournfully; over clear islets and white sand, birds wheel back. Endless leaves tumble down with a rustle, while the mighty Yangtze rolls on without end. A thousand miles from home, I mourn autumn as a lifelong wanderer; sick and frail in old age, I climb the tower alone. Hardship and grief have frosted my temples, and in my decline I have newly given up my cup of cloudy wine. 977Clicks0Favorites0Recs
- The Boundless Fallen Leaves Rustle Down: The Medical Examiner 无边落木萧萧下：医女仵作 The wind is fierce, the sky vast, and the apes cry mournfully; over the clear islet and white sands, birds wheel back. Endless leaves fall with a rustle, while the mighty Yangtze rolls on without end. A thousand miles from home, I grieve through autumn as a perpetual wanderer; sick for years, I climb the terrace alone. Hardship and bitter sorrow have frosted my temples, and in my destitution I have just given up my cup of muddy wine. 836Clicks0Favorites0Recs
- The Cloud-Script Dreamweaver's Record 云笺织梦录 Dreams Woven on Cloud Paper is an alternate-history period fantasy set in the Great Jing Dynasty. It paints a sweeping picture of the jianghu and the imperial court intertwined, with ingenious elements such as mechanical contraptions, incense-making, and textile craftsmanship. At its heart is a struggle over the secret treasures of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, unfolding across four lives filled with love and resentment. Shen Qinghe seems to be the daughter of a bookshop owner in the marketpla 682Clicks1Favorites0Recs
- The Bright Moon Over the Blue Sea, Pearls Weeping Tears 沧海月明，珠有泪 Death is not the end, but the beginning of something else. 509Clicks0Favorites0Recs
- The Record of Zen and Perseverance Forging the Heart 禅勉铸心录 A false saint lays a thousand-year scheme, while a demon fetus forges a six-character heart. 331Clicks2Favorites0Recs
