
Take Your Father to Conquer the Country
带着老爹打江山
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- 1.2M Words
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- Historical
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- Alternate History
- Updated
- 5y ago
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- Zongheng
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Good guy, he saved someone but was forced into marriage
Have fun during the National Day,
Good morning, brother Wujiu, la la la, I wish you a happy National Day holiday!
Your goddess Sanqiu comes to see you
Let's go, take you to eat delicious food
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Stinky Rabbit hasn't finished coding yet and is in a hurry, so he needs to check in first.
It's a shameless morning. I invite you to enjoy it with me. Youth Tour·Langgan Twelve Alone in Spring Ouyang Xiu [Song Dynasty] The twelve railings stand alone in spring, and the sky is clear and green with clouds in the distance. Thousands of miles away, in February and March, my journey is miserable. On the Xiejia Pond, beside the Yangtze River, the soul is singing and leaving. That's worth the sparse raindrops at dusk. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. In the spring, I leaned on the railing alone and looked into the distance, leaning on every railing. The green grass stretches under the blue sky and reaches the sky as far as the eye can see. Looking into the distance, it is vast and thousands of miles away. The season is February and March in the peak of spring. People who travel far away, you go in a hurry, which makes me endlessly sad. By the pond of Xie's family, on the bank of Jiangyanpu, I sing poems alone in praise of suffering. At dusk, sparse raindrops fall, how can I bear the pain of separation! What's more, here and now, I think of people who have traveled far away. In spring, I looked out on the railing alone and leaned over every railing. Under the blue sky, the grass stretches to the end of the eye and connects with the sky. Looking at the distance, it is vast, thousands of miles. The season is February and March in full spring. You go too, hurry, m**e me sad. By the pond of xiejiachi and the Bank of Yanpu River, he recited poems to praise suffering alone. At dusk, sparse raindrops fall. Where can we bear the pain of separation! What's more, here and now, I think of people who have traveled far.
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