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1. Forced to become the love security guard for an eternal emperor.

Ren Xuan, the top powerful official of the Great Qian Dynasty, has been reborn. In his previous life, he was the tyrannical emperor's blade; a tyrannical ruler and a treacherous minister, they complemented each other perfectly.

Upon reopening his eyes, he was heartlessly thrown into a new script by Destiny. Destiny said: "Please maintain the emperor's shattered emotional storyline and prevent him from turning mad and demonic again."

Ren Xuan was instantly filled with questions: "I've been reborn, shouldn't I prioritize fixing my own emotional storyline? Do I look complete?!" Ren Xuan asked: "Dragging me back to be the emperor's love security guard, is this appropriate?"

Destiny replied: "If the emperor gets his happy ending, you get your happy ending." Ren Xuan: "...Appropriate, it's absolutely f*cking appropriate!"

2. A two-way rush, Your Highness, why are you always drifting on the cremation ground track every day?! Most emperor's 'cremation grounds' are results of their cruel acts.

This dog emperor is different; he is a pure, doting ceiling. Grand Tutor Lu casually remarked, "The plum blossoms in the palace are quite nice." The Grand Tutor's mansion was then remodeled into a royal plum garden.

The Minister of Works, clutching the blueprints for three imperial lodges with slashed budgets, staged a passionate plea in the Golden Throne Hall, like 'Dying to Report'.

Grand Tutor Lu grumbled, "The palace banquets are long and boring." The dog emperor, with a thunderous imperial decree, swiftly ordered: "Anyone who extends the banquet by more than a quarter of an hour; the presiding official shall be exiled to Qiongzhou."

The Minister of Rites, hugging the 'Rites of Zhou', cried with a surround sound effect echoing through the ancestral temple. Indulgence leads to disaster, and doting harms children, especially when the emperor treats someone like an ancestor.

That year, the snow outside the passes was as heavy as mountains; someone defied the imperial command, guarded an isolated city, rode alone with a drawn blade, armor broken and dented, and his bones were never found.

Another winter, the north wind swept through the city, and thousands of soul banners flapped like cries of grief. The emperor's eyes reflected the vast snow plains that had swallowed the fires of war, and his silence was terrifying.

For a moment, the north wind suddenly rose, stirring the soul-summoning banners and sweeping past the eternal resting place. Ren Xuan gazed at the solitary figure beneath the banner, speechless for a long time.

3. No rush to become emperor, first learn to fall in love!

Reborn, Ren Xuan reloaded like a god. Good news: The emperor's eyes were clear and bright, not yet engulfed by that crazed crimson.

Bad news: The dog emperor was still speeding along the old road to the cremation ground, going full throttle. Ren Xuan's vision went black again and again: "Damn? You're doing it again, aren't you???"

He's finished, and I'm finished too... Ren Xuan stepped forward, anger rising in his heart, courage born from anger: "Don't rush to unite the world! I'll teach you — how to kiss him!"

[Ren Xuan's rebirth progress: 1%, Emperor's blackening progress: 0%: Your love security guard is online.]

On a large ginkgo tree at the corner of Old Street, its branches touch a building. On the second floor, there's a tattoo shop called "Gui Yi," run by Qiao Zhuoyi, who has a "porcupine" personality, prickly to everyone, especially disliking the coffee seller downstairs. Whenever he hears of him, his brows and eyes show disdain.

Downstairs, Tan Du, the coffee shop owner, is polite to everyone, including Manager Qiao. However, anything delivered upstairs from TD Coffee is rejected by Gui Yi. Manager Qiao scoffs, "Pretentious! What TD? More like 'Tui Ding' (undo/unsubscribe)!"

Some people feel sorry for Manager Tan, but he, with his magnanimous spirit, just smiles faintly and adds a small blackboard outside his shop: "Gui Yi customers get 20% off coffee." From then on, TD Coffee's logo is seen everywhere in the tattoo shop. Qiao Zhuoyi is furious.

The building is full of lively happenings, Manager Tan still smiles, while Manager Qiao glares with crossed arms. The people of Old Street are abuzz with gossip: "That Porcupine Qiao even smashed the coffee shop's glass in the middle of the night! Blood was everywhere!"

"Did you see it? After such a scene, Manager Tan didn't call the police?" "No! That's why they say little Tan has such a good temper!" The rumors increase: Some say they saw the two pushing each other downstairs one night, and the next day, Porcupine Qiao had a bruise on his chin.

Everyone suddenly realizes that this rabbit, Manager Tan, was pushed too far. What a pity that all the drama happens at night, so early sleepers miss the excitement. While sighing with regret, the entire street places bets on when the two would have a public showdown.

Finally, that day arrives. Porcupine Qiao swaggered into the coffee shop downstairs. Rabbit Tan enthusiastically took his order, skillfully made latte art, and personally served it to Manager Qiao. Everyone, who had hung "Temporarily Closed" signs to watch the show, whispered:

"What pattern did Manager Tan just make?" "A porcupine!" "Oh my, he's asking for trouble!" "That porcupine will surely splash coffee on Manager Tan's face!" A group of people hid nearby, eagerly looking on.

Unexpectedly, Manager Qiao quietly finished his drink, and nothing happened. "This isn't right!" Qiao Zhuoyi's expression subtly changed. "Here it comes! Porcupine Qiao is going to curse him!" Tan Du pushed a small cake toward him. Qiao Zhuoyi opened his mouth.

"What does this mean! Porcupine Qiao wants Manager Tan to feed him... f*ck!" "Feed him grass? Porcupine Qiao doesn't eat vegetarian... f*ck!" "Damn it! Manager Tan is feeding that porcupine cake!" "He even wiped his mouth!"

Tan Du curved his lips, inadvertently revealing his forearm. "Damn it! What's on Manager Tan's hand?!" "A tattoo! It's a porcupine!"

Synopsis: It's finished! The next novel will be "Monster Beauty." If you like it, feel free to add it to your collection OvO

The day Shen Fengni died, a heavy snow fell. Her soul lingered in the human world for a moment, observing the farce that unfolded after her death. Her wife, Yu Qian, whom she had barely seen a few times in their six months of marriage, symbolically shed two tears beside her corpse, then turned around to seek pleasure with her lover.

Shen Fengni found it ridiculous. She laughed at Yu Qian's impatience, how she couldn't even bother to pretend after her death; she also laughed at her own pathetic situation, unremembered by anyone even in death. What she didn't know was that late that same night, Jiang Zhuoyan, who usually kept her emotions hidden, drank herself into a stupor, her eyes red as she repeatedly called out Shen Fengni's name.

When she opened her eyes again, Shen Fengni was back half a year in the past. At the wedding, with guests gathered, Yu Qian hypocritically held her hand and asked, "Fengni, will you marry me?"

Shen Fengni withdrew her hand. "I don't."

The usually docile Shen Fengni publicly humiliated her, and Yu Qian, enraged, spoke without thinking. "Shen Fengni, what's wrong with you? Everyone knows we've had an engagement since childhood. After such a scene, who would still want you?"

In a corner, an ice-cold beauty with a delicate face raised her eyes. "I will."

Yan ge'er from Lin Family Village married into the Zhao family, who made tofu. After marriage, Yan ge'er helped the family manage the tofu business. The family lived harmoniously and worked diligently.

New ways of eating, never seen before, were born from Yan ge'er's clever ingenuity: fragrant tofu, Yuba (bean curd sticks), and bean curd sheets. From starting with a small stall to opening a shop, their days were filled with joy.

There were no thrilling power struggles, nor grand and stirring epic waves; only the curling smoke from cooking and the leisurely pastoral life. Although they didn't achieve immense wealth and status, a plain and simple life was also life.