chinese novel
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Lu Xian once dreamed that the Prince of Hengyang became emperor, his cousin Luo became the empress, and Lu Yun died tragically. The Lu family, representing the aristocratic families, was suppressed by the imperial power. In his dream, he was horrified and furious. As a nobleman who usually indulged in landscapes, poetry, and paintings, seeing…
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Back when Mu Qiong didn’t return from the snow mountain, the Dong family was very understanding. They let Mu Shao take the Mu family name and join their family registry. Mu Shao indeed leaned more towards the Mu family’s way of linear thinking. “She studied calligraphy?” The Mu family didn’t pay much attention to such…
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In the autumn of the 3723rd year of Yuanyuan. Two years after they parted. The cultivation world had begun to gradually forget her. Lingshan held its autumn festival. It was an annual event only mountain disciples could attend, and such a grand occasion naturally included debates on the Dao. The debates covered swordsmanship, spellcraft, talismans,…
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In the yard outside, Xia Lu took off his shoes and entered his room. His face was as white as jade, and he remained silent. His features were delicate, with phoenix-like eyes that curved slightly upward. When not smiling, he appeared noble and handsome rather than flirtatious. When Lu Yun gave her an unclear glance,…
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Professor Ma had a dedicated rest room at Jiang University. It was quite a distance from the Physics building, so Bai Lian had to take a campus shuttle to get there. As soon as she got off the shuttle, she noticed people from the Finance Department waiting at the bus stop. Bai Lian had become…
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A scoundrel is always a scoundrel! Leaning against the door wall, the sounds of birds, insects, and maids talking drifted in and out. Moonlight flowed like water across the ground. Lu Yun’s gaze lowered, staring at her chest hidden by the large cloak. His silver crown held his hair, but a strand had fallen loose,…
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Past the ice wall lay the lands of the Duanmu clan. Despite being mentally prepared, Xing Shuishui still sighed at the desolate scene before her: collapsed houses, crumbling walls, with white snow covering broken bridges. Human limbs mixed with rubble, tattered cloth caught on wall bricks, splattered with blood that had long since turned black.…
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Making it seem like he had peculiar preferences. Prince Chen felt embarrassed and awkward. When Prince Chen explained that the young lord was male, not only was Lu Xian shocked and stunned, but even Liu Mu, the Prince of Hengyang who originally didn’t care about this “Flower God Selection,” curiously looked toward the young man…
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After leaving the fox spirit dwelling, the snowstorm outside remained fierce. Xing Shuishui raised her hand to block the wind as she ran forward, but her legs sank into the snow, nearly falling. She reached down to pull herself free. Du Dizhu watched her like she was an idiot. He Liansheng lifted her entirely out…
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On Bai Lian’s desk lay a basic music theory book. At first glance, Ye Jinxian thought she must have studied vocal music. When convincing Bai Lian later, she didn’t ask too much of her. Unlike Xu Qian’s dance routine, she only asked Bai Lian to simply stand and sing a song, which Bai Lian didn’t…