Pastoral Daily Life - Chapter 38

As part of the imperial family, every move by Chu Yuan in this game of chess is made with apprehension, fearing that with a moment of inattentiveness, the whole match will be lost in a single move.

Ascending to the throne at eighteen, not half a year passes before civil strife erupts in Yun Nan. Though the thoughts of the old guard at the imperial court are not exactly identical, they are all waiting to see how the new emperor will put an end to this.

Unexpectedly, before this side could make a move, a few thousand miles away, the King of Xi Nan, Duan Bai Yue, had already personally commanded troops to attack in all directions; not half a year had passed when peace was restored.

Sparse moonlight shines into the palace; Chu Yuan stamped the wax seal himself, and had a secret letter sent urgently to Yun Nan 800 miles away — this time, what must we(1) give in exchange?

Brush marks passed through the back of the paper; it almost can be seen, when writing this line, how angry the young emperor was.

Duan Bai Yue spread out a piece of paper unhurriedly, replying with only one word.

You.

Notes:
(1): Chu Yuan is using the royal ‘we’ here.

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【Farming】+【Space】+【Warmth】+【Get Rich】+【Scumbag】

Mo Yan, who was blown to ashes, was reborn in ancient times.

She became a little farm girl who was running away from famine!

There is a loving and handsome scholar father on it – not bad!

There is a pair of lively and cute younger siblings – very good!

But, does she really want to die again?

It’s okay if you don’t have food, drink or shelter on your way out of famine.

She even has to be on guard against bad guys to capture her and feed her!

Fortunately, there is room for upgrades in the previous life.

However, there are no eggs——

Why, that space with mountains, water, and meat to eat was actually formatted!

Facing a desperate situation, Mo Yan regained his fighting spirit:

No matter how formatted it is, my sister will still get rich and prosperous under the roots of the imperial city!

Open hills, plant orchards, buy shops, build houses… there’s no shortage of them!

But… there are also many jealous people looking for trouble!

Is the farm yours? Here, I’ll trick you to death without any negotiation!

Want to be her stepmother? Okay, I’ll give you a few widowers!

My mother is here to find you? Here, take the divorce letter and don’t give it away!

…

What? A beautiful man comes to propose marriage? Um, this… do you want to knock it down?

PS: 1. Persistence in farming + atypical house fighting + no palace fighting

2. The writing style is correct and the outlook is normal (the author does not rule out occasional convulsions)

Final article link:

[The Abandoned Farmer’s Beautiful Pastoral] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/527965.html

[The general’s daughter is not easy to mess with] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/473776.html

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In the distant Eldrathis Galaxy, a vast and uncharted frontier teeming with ancient ruins and deadly secrets, humanity is a small fish in an ocean of monsters. But that doesn’t stop treasure hunters like Clara Dravenmoor, a brilliant and reckless archaeologist, and the Safira's crew, from chasing lost relics buried in the void.Her latest mission? Recovering a priceless artifact from the ruins of Zhaaros, a hostile planet plagued by nomadic warlords and nightmarish creatures. But what she finds isn’t just a relic.It’s him.A pale, otherworldly man, locked away for centuries in a high-tech sarcophagus, covered in mystical markings and dripping with an aura of power that defies reality.He looks confused. No memories. No idea why he was trapped there.But he doesn't look angry.He looks eager.Excited to follow Clara in the Safira through the vast and magnificent galaxy.

What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover.My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy.And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.