chinese novel
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Xing Shuishui worried he might die any second, so she tossed him a medicinal pill. The young man bowed in thanks and quickly swallowed it, his complexion improving considerably. Xing Shuishui asked, “What happened at the Governor’s Manor before?” The young man’s neck began to flush again: “He was just an orphan! When he wandered…
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When the young lord suddenly stood up and left, Luo Lingyu was still bending forward talking to him. His abrupt movement left her stunned. By the time Lu Yun had walked away, she finally reacted to her delayed response and hurriedly stood up: “Brother Xuechen, listen to me, there’s a misunderstanding…” Under the grape trellis,…
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“A separate table?” Butler Lou looked at Ji Heng hesitantly. After all, Ji Heng was an elder – it didn’t seem right to have him sit with a group of children. “It’s fine,” Ji Heng was never one to care about such formalities. If not for Bai Lian and the others, he wouldn’t have returned…
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Lu Xian stopped his cousin Luo, telling her to stay home and take care of Third Brother. Second Young Master Lu was now afraid of any relationship developing between cousin Luo and Prince Hengyang. Even after he tried to stop her, cousin Luo still wanted to visit Prince Hengyang. With young men and women, after…
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The city of Buwenchen was unknown to the world. Its features could only be glimpsed through fragments mentioned by the Ghost King of Dark Candles—a place where humans and ghosts roamed freely, shrouded in thick fog, somewhat different from common perceptions. After much inquiring without results, Xing Shuishui remembered there was a Xishan near Buwenchen.…
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“Young Master Jiang,” Gao Shu was surprised. Jiang Fuli rarely called her. Although they had WeChat, they seldom chatted. Most communications came through Jiang Xiji. “It’s quite unusual.” Jiang Fuli returned to his room. He had just spent a long time in Room 103, and his clothes carried a faint tobacco smell. He was holding…
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Lu Xian looked down: “Why did cousin write these two lines of poetry?” Luo Ling Yu blushed: “On a summer night, I sat idly with nothing to do. My heart was moved, so I wrote it down.” The moon was like frost and snow, covering the ground in silvery brightness. In the Prince of Hengyang’s…
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“Ancient Wind Battlefield?” When Dean Jian spoke seriously, Bai Lian asked for clarification, “A stage play?” Besides the song “Betting on Wine,” she had composed many pieces for Yan Lu, each with its own unique style. “It’s an original play called ‘Flowers on the Tree’ by the National Theater,” Dean Jian explained the background. “It…
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He turned off the lights. The candles burned brightly, with wisps of smoke rising from the ancient bronze incense burner. The curtains hung like mist, and a jade-colored silk mat lay on the ivory couch. The hall was quiet, with a gentle night breeze blowing. Through the bamboo curtains, Jin Yue and other maids entered…
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Xue Zhuangxin pondered for a while. Was the Lingshan he mentioned the same one from her memories? The young cultivator spoke of the He Lian family… He Lian family… wasn’t that Lingshan’s He Lian family? The previously noisy area suddenly fell silent. Xing Shuishui pulled her hand back. He had just rattled off this shocking…