退下，让朕来

Shen Tang woke up on the way to her exile and found that this world was unscientific.

Divine stones fell from the heavens, and hundreds of nations competed for them.

With literature, one condenses a Literary Heart, making words become reality with a single utterance.

With martial arts, one gathers a Martial Heart, capable of splitting mountains and severing seas.

The pretty boy she thought was weak uttered "Sweeping Spear and Leaping Horse," and in the next second, armor covered his body, a long spear was in hand. A single person became an army, capable of fighting through a million troops and emerging seven times!

The consumptive sickly man in her eyes recited "Starry Sky Chessboard," the heavens like a dome, the land like a chessboard; deploying troops and arranging formations was done with effortless ease!

This is absolutely beyond unscientific!

It's as if the coffin board of science has been nailed down by theology!

And she—

"My Lord, there is a great drought in the Northern Commandery, why don't you shed a few tears?"

Shen Tang: "..."

"My Lord, there is a flood in the Southern Province, why don't you smile a little more?"

Shen Tang: "..."

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Looking at the ten large bowls of rice she had consumed, her pockets cleaner than her face, and a group of villagers who were greedy, harboring ill intentions, and getting into trouble every day, Shen Tang, the village chief who seemed like the reincarnation of a rice bucket and a genuine soul artist, had no choice but to give up her beloved paintbrush and was forced to embark on the path of applying to become a feudal lord.

PS: The finished farming and conquest novel "Female Emperor's Live Stream Strategy," and the leisurely slow-paced transmigration novel "After the Big Shot Retired."