My Father Wants to Kill Me

Young Master was born after I was. Everyone loved and pampered Young Master, even my father. I didn’t like Young Master…

That day, he lost everything. I was supposed to be freed, yet still somehow got stuck with him. Then, on a cloudless but rainy (?) day, Young Master climbed on my bed?

Note: the title and the plot have (almost) nothing to do with each other. A story from a dumb gong’s perspective.


 

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Royal Road

After dying in the line of duty, Liang Feng inexplicably transmigrated into the Western Jin Dynasty – that short-lived dynasty that succeeded the chaos of the Three Kingdoms and preceded the reign of the Sixteen Barbarian Kingdoms.

Trapped in a beautiful but fragile body, would he use his looks to fake his way into being a “famous scholar?” Or would he raise an army and plant fields to fight the barbarians for dominance over the Middle Kingdom?

With a young wolfdog in tow, Liang Feng proves that he can do it all!

cold-blooded/high-handed/charismatic MC x loyal hound (mad dog) non-Han ML

MC’s health is poor, he’s mostly bottom in the main story, might top in the extras =w=

gekokujōThe bottom has higher authority/power/status th

The Eternal Grace of the Emperor

The arrogant and domineering crown prince, who acted like he owned the heavens and the earth, fell from grace and became a prisoner, as well as conceived with the child of his romantic rival… Then he could only rely on the evil seed in his stomach to survive.

A tough man with a tender heart as Gong × A beautiful blockhead as Shou

 

 

 

The Unemployed Assassin

Once upon a time, there was an assassin who became unemployed.

As his pocket grew thinner, he decided to go around and offered his services like a door-to-door salesman,

“Do you have any enemy? One head is one hundred taels.”

It was such a good offer, yet for some reason, no one took it until…

“Do you have any enemy? One head is…fifty taels.”

“I don’t have any enemy, but I can hire you as my bodyguard.”

“Assassins also have their pride.”

“Fifty taels a month, food and accommodation included.”

“Deal!”

Ever since the assassin became unemployed, a silly short story was born.


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This Life is To Be With You

Being a direct disciple of the Qijue sect meant severing all seven emotions, six desires, righteousness, and morality. When Ye Zhi met that person, he finally understood why the sect had such a rule.

Like a water drop on the desert sand, he relieved his thirst and awakened his desire.

Like a moth to flame, he was seduced and willing to perish for that thing called emotions.

Abandoned all worldly attachments, in the end, couldn’t help yearning for one word, affection.

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Today Prime Minister also Wants to Bang His Head on The Pillar

When the old Prime Minister returned to heaven and reunited with his ancestors, his grandchild inherited the position.

The new Prime Minister could handle political affairs just fine, but how should he go about dissuading the Emperor from issuing crazy decrees?

In the end, the “old” way is the best way. The new Prime Minister decided to follow his grandfather’s method: banging his head on the pillar, crying sad tears, hitting his chest and lamenting his fate like how those old officials who had one foot in the grave would act.

Emperor: …

Emperor: Beauty shedding tears, I’m in love.

 

Note: 60% NSFW. Just the H life of a Prime Minister and an Emperor with the pillar as a matchmaker <( ̄︶ ̄)>

 

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When The War Is Over, Will You Plant A Blossom Tree For Me?

Lu Qinyi and Fei Li stood on opposite sides of the war, destined to be enemies and nothing more. However, things get complicated after Fei Li is ambushed, sustaining a significant head injury that renders him temporarily amnesiac.

Lu Qinyi had only intended to hold the enemy general hostage to buy his army some time. But he got more than he bargained for when the mental state of the confused and injured Fei Li is far worse than predicted and he becomes the only one capable of treating him.

Fei Li however finds himself at the mercy of the enemy but he is surprisingly treated rather un-enemy-like. Despite this, he often felt it would have been better if they never met at all, remaining enemies who were perfect strangers.

 


This is lightly fantasy with a Ancient China inspired setting. I’m relatively new to the world of danmei, this is my first proper novel and I take creative liberties, so I can only imagine how painful some of the inaccuracies may be. If anyth

When Will General Come Marry Me?

Shu Shi country’s Little Prince fell in love at first sight with the eldest son of Qi family. He declared: If it’s not the general, I will never get married!

The Emperor was furious: Three generations of the Qi family are all generals. Qi Nanke is their eldest son, how can he give his hand to you in marriage?

The aggrieved Little Prince sighed regretfully: Then, I can give my hand to him.

Qi Nanke heard the news. He quickly returned to Royal  City to break the engagement, but halfway through, he met the Little Prince who had snuck out from the Royal City.

Little Prince traveled a thousand miles to see his husband. Who would have thought he would encounter mountain bandits and was even coincidentally saved by Qi Nanke?

The Little Prince squeaked out mandarin in Shu Shi’s dialect: It can’t be, it can’t be! How could my white moonlight grow up to be like this?

Qi Nanke: …

Little Prince: Don’t touch this daddy!! (`皿′)