(Please allow me to first explain why the afterword was delayed for a few days. It wasn't because I forgot due to nightly revelry, but because my computer was having problems. A good hour, a bad day. For an IT illiterate like me, it's the most frustrating thing in the world. Fortunately... it happened after the ending.)

A warning to everyone: this afterword perfectly fulfills my desire for rambling. It's over 20,000 words long, extremely long and boring. If you don't want to read it, you can turn it off at any time.

Below is the main text of the afterword. Please read these words together in the end.)

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Around 2006, I conceived a story. This story only had the beginning of a bastard, then I thought of the bastard's father, but I couldn't figure out the bastard's mother. At the beginning of that story, the bastard's mother's life was rather romantic. She died in a fire when the bastard was four years old, a pitiful and respectable mother.

However, as someone from the same world, I felt sorry for that mother and felt that this was wrong. Why should an excellent woman suffer such a fate in a patriarchal society? So I changed the beginning of the story, at least to let this mother enjoy her life first!

After finishing *Zhu Que Ji*, at the end of April 2007, when spring was truly in full bloom, I started writing *Qing Yu Nian*.

Starting this afterword in this way is not to tell everyone that this story began with Ye Qingmei, because the first thing I thought of was the bastard – this bastard didn't need much thought, he naturally appeared, standing in front of me, wagging his tail, ready to enter the story and become the protagonist.

More about Fan Xian and why I don't particularly like him later. Now, let's talk about the process of writing *Qing Yu Nian* over the past two years.

Two years is really not a short time, it has taken up a significant portion of my life. For those of you who have been reading it all along, you probably feel similarly. However, I guess everyone feels that *Qing Yu Nian* is like a nanny who helps with cooking and laundry at home every day, and a rather handsome nanny at that. Watching, chatting, gossiping, naturally you can't reach out and do anything.

However, when this little nanny breaks a bowl, damages the washing machine, and makes us unhappy, we can scold her a few times, and educate her earnestly... Of course, most of the time, everyone still praises her for her efficiency. I think it's because she's quite pretty, just like I like the nanny in *Growing Pains*.

Accompanied by everyone wasting days and killing time is the greatest function a novel can play, just like a pretty nanny, just being around is enough. Being a vase is excellent, after all, we don't care about housework, just like we don't need to care about whether there is any profound meaning or life insights in *Qing Yu Nian*... because there isn't. I just want to write a story to help everyone pass the time.

Spending so much time together naturally leads to feelings.

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I started writing this story at the end of April 2007, officially published it on Qidian on May 1st, and then smoothly signed the contract, put it on the shelves, and made money. Many things happened in those twenty-some months. I'll ramble about it now.

The new book monthly competition for votes cannot be forgotten, because I have never been so nervous and tired in my life. Actually, thinking about it now, I didn't write that much, maybe it was just the pressure. A friend came from afar and helped me write for a few days, and finally I even managed to save a little manuscript during the new book month... Oh my god, having a manuscript, what a twisted achievement for me!

The chapter "Eternal Romance" has flaws, but I'm too lazy to care. A novel may need to pay attention to logic and self-consistency, but I never thought this was the primary task. The primary task should be to make the friends who read the book happy, and to make myself happy while writing. But to be honest, I didn't enjoy writing this chapter. It was still the same sentence, I was under a lot of psychological pressure at the time, but there are indeed some sentences inside that I like...

From the first day of publishing the book, I told everyone that since I've time-traveled, I should be more shameless in some aspects. I said in the first volume that things like copying poems have always been seen as a major poison, but I always feel, why not take the readily available benefits? What's more, starting from *Xun Qin Ji*, my hobby has remained consistent.

What I write is often praised or criticized as "pretentious," but if I don't copy poems, don't use them to gain fame, and watch fame drift away, while suppressing the itch in my heart, suppressing the desire for vanity, suppressing myself to the point of vomiting blood, only to bring the beautiful words that don't exist in this world into the coffin decades later, that would be the real pretense, right?

The reaction to the poem copying was very strong, at least the monthly votes were strong. I got third place in the new book month, adding an extra 6,000 yuan bonus. This was the first time I got a monthly vote award, very cool... It seems that there are many comrades who share my hobbies, the majority of people. I'm very pleased.

After the new book month ended, I thought I could relax a lot. Anyway, I never had the idea of ​​competing for monthly votes at that time. But who knew that in early July 2007, I had to go to Beijing to receive a certain award for *Zhu Que Ji*. At that time, I didn't have the money to buy a laptop, so I took a few days off. Fortunately, as I said before, I had a little bit of manuscript saved, so I managed to get through those two days.

"Prickly Heat Beauty" helped me update, beauties are always lazy, so she didn't want to help me come up with chapter titles... The friend who helped me save the manuscript also went to Beijing, but this time he didn't write a single word, because I was very busy in Beijing, and I also met a few new friends, An Xi Zhong.

I was no longer happy when I came back, because I didn't have a manuscript saved. From then on until now, *Qing Yu Nian* has never had a single word of manuscript saved. I always write and publish at the same time, because that's the real lazy me. I spread my hands.

The rest of 2007 after July was very stable. I wrote very steadily, and I would even update 3,000 words a day for four or five days in a row. Of course, updating 7, 8, or 9,000 words a day was also common. Anyway, everyone wasn't in a hurry, and I wasn't in a hurry either. I let the story go slowly. If I was in a good state, I would write more, and if I was in a bad state, I would write less... It's still that word, lazy, but I never stopped updating, which is very powerful.

Then, in December, I understood, so I started asking for monthly votes. First, I didn't want to waste the efforts of the book friends who voted for monthly votes every month. Second, I found that I was diligent enough, wrote well enough, and could live up to the monthly votes everyone voted for. Third, and most importantly, I found that when I asked for monthly votes, everyone was really willing! I could really squeeze into the top few and earn a bonus!

Who wouldn't do such a good thing? Since then, I have devoted myself to this magnificent career and can't extricate myself. A small episode was on January 14, 2008, the plane from Guangzhou back to Yichang made me fly twice for free in the air due to the snow disaster, delaying the update, causing the first day of *Qing Yu Nian* to stop updating, which was very painful, like the first night.

I'm getting a bit lewd, please forgive me. I really have this kind of annoyance. I found that my writing is very rambling and trivial, just like *Qing Yu Nian*. Everyone bear with it and persevere to read it. There's still a lot more to say. You've endured these two years, so you don't care about this afterword. Anyway, this chapter is free, so I'll ramble a bit more... Well, I hope I won't make a mistake today like I did in the previous chapter. I really can't afford to lose face again, because that won't be the first or second time.

Let's continue to go back to the topic. I went back to my hometown for the Spring Festival in 2008 and took ten days off. It just so happened that the Jiangnan volume ended, so it's normal that I didn't write, because my cousin's new home even forgot to move the TV over...

I officially entered 2008, everything was normal, everything was not normal, because I started asking for monthly votes, so I felt more pressure when writing. The number was still not large, but I was using more brainpower. Fortunately, the monthly votes entered the top six, entered the top three, and not just once, I was very proud, all thanks to everyone.

In July 2008, the annual meeting was held in Shanghai, and I went to the Northeast to visit the leader. The updates were few and scattered, and it was also the tense time of the Battle of Dongshan. The comment area was full of complaints. I didn't ask for monthly votes that month, was it to make up for everyone's spiritual trauma? But what about mine? Alas.

I continued to write like this, mechanically, numbly, touchingly, sighingly, excitedly, indignantly, and finally I kept writing until the time between February 24th and 25th this year. The story of *Qing Yu Nian* was finished by me.

Nearly two years is very long, starting from Danzhou, with a total of seven volumes, a lot. Such a big story, so many characters, must need more than three million words of content to describe, and I am very proud and proud that I controlled this story.

The problem is that this control made me physically and mentally exhausted. I was very tired. There are countless segments in the document, and countless unused words and fragments to remind myself of certain details. I didn't forget, but there were still many that had to be discarded – earlier, at the end of the document, I was watching and deleting, deleting with some reluctance. I myself was very surprised by my diligence. The teacher said back then that a bad pen is better than a good memory, and that's really the case. I did a lot of preparation work and remembered a lot of things. Although not all of them can be used, I think my attitude is very powerful.

Just like Emperor Qing said on Dongshan: I have never been so powerful in my life.

I originally thought that at this moment, I would have a sense of exhaustion, bewilderment, emptiness, and helplessness that surged out from the depths of my heart, all the words that were small enough to be bourgeois, just like when I finished writing *Zhu Que Ji*. However, when *Qing Yu Nian* ended, apart from being a little tired, there were not many other emotions. Instead, there was more of a peaceful joy.

The review of the writing process ends here. It's just that so many words don't seem to fully reflect my hard work. I'm a little unwilling, but I won't continue to talk about it.

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Now let's talk about the book *Qing Yu Nian*, and the people in the book that everyone keeps remembering, and the feelings between these people, and my feelings for them, for you, and for many things. Where should I start? Let's start with the appearance of the characters. I'll write about whoever I think of. If there are any characters that I didn't recall, then that's that.

The young patient lying in the hospital, named Fan Shen, has not yet graduated from university. He claims to still be a virgin, but he is about to die. Yes, this is the male protagonist of the story of *Qing Yu Nian*. I didn't describe too much about his previous life. Even the position of student union president that I originally planned when I first designed this story was not made clear in the end.

The male protagonist's surname is Fan, his given name is Xian, and his courtesy name is Anzhi. Since he has come, he should be at peace. The last sentence he said in *Qing Yu Nian* is actually the purpose of this book. This is Fan Xian's life, completely different from his mother's life.

In my opinion, the previous life cannot affect the afterlife. In a completely new world, you need to start living from scratch. Since this is the case, there is no need to involve too much about the previous life. And the attitude of this life is actually the same as the attitude you and I have towards living in this world. Human beings cannot become philosophers or natural revolutionaries just because they live two lives. You and I are still small and humble, living as ordinary and safe a life as possible.

I said before that I don't like the role of Fan Xian very much, at least the Fan Xian before the grasslands, or compared with other roles in the book. The reason for this is actually not complicated. If we tear off the clothes on Fan Xian's body and strip away the golden light brought by the mother and son time-traveling, the naked him is just a naked you, and a naked me.

He is greedy for life and afraid of death, likes leisure and hates work, likes to enjoy himself, has a moral code formed after being educated, but is very cowardly in carrying it out, is inconsistent, ambiguous, likes vanity, is used to pretending, likes beauty, but can't let go of his status, and insists that he still believes in the pure and innocent white-clothed boy of love... He wants to please everyone, but doesn't want to offend anyone. He wants to take care of everything, but in the end he finds that he can't change anything, not even himself. He can only follow the established policy and follow a certain path.

It can be said that this is mediocre, gentle, and ordinary. A forum member on Longkong Forum said the word "hypocrite," and I think that's really right. A hypocrite is the thief of virtue... However, the vast majority of people, including you and I, are like this, especially the us that is presented on the internet.

Of course, if you are not the kind of person I am referring to, please forgive my prejudice. I don't like the similar attitude that I may show at times, not direct enough... I am too familiar with this kind of person. The people around me, including a part of myself, are actually very similar to Fan Xian, so I can't like Fan Xian too much.

There are a few idealists in the story of *Qing Yu Nian*. In front of these idealists, no matter how handsome Fan Xian is, no matter how he changes from white clothes to black clothes, sprays poetry outwards, spits out a mouthful of blood, and is helped by a maid to see the Begonia flowers, and then fights the world freely in the wind, his heart still has problems, and the brilliance is slightly dimmed...

I myself can't be an idealist, and I also think that Fan Xian's attitude towards life doesn't have any big problems, and is even the best attitude towards the people and things around him. However, I still respect idealists, because I can't do it myself, so it's difficult for me to respect Fan Xian.

Fan Xian is just you and me, like the me who wrote this story, and the you who are reading this story. If we are really struck by lightning and time-traveled one day, if we also have Fan Xian's good luck, the blessings of our predecessors, and a beautiful body, we might also be another Fan Xian.

Fortunately, Fan Xian made progress in the end, which is gratifying. However, my writing is relatively stiff. Such a story cannot give me too much time and too many words to artistically describe the true growth of middle-aged Fan Xian. Speaking of this, I suddenly thought that Fan Xian is really like a middle-aged handsome professor who has long lost his passion... I know a professor who is really good at picking up girls.

Whether Fan Xian's idea of ​​the world is correct is not something that needs to be discussed, because he is not a saint who can see 500 years into the future and 500 years into the past. But at least he finally has a relatively firm view on something, which is not bad.

Until inside the cave in Western Mountain, in front of the dying Xiao En, Fan Xian truly confirmed his sense of belonging to this world from the bottom of his heart. This is what Grek's Pig once mentioned, and I deeply agree.

Fan Xian is not a hesitant person, but he wants to take care of everyone too much... Like that feeling of mediating disputes, I mentioned it a little earlier, so I won't say it again here. His most admirable advantage is probably his diligence, and his spirit of striving to survive and seek a better life. This is probably the most ordinary advantage, but it is also the advantage that everyone deserves to applaud the most.

Fan Xian's love life is really a mess. This is mainly my fault, because he was written by me. Based on my understanding of men as lower-body animals, once I am really reincarnated into the kind of society in *Qing*, especially with Fan Xian's background, having a personal maid at twelve years old, tricking a maid at thirteen years old, and getting a maid at fourteen years old, that would be logical.

Then he will swing his stick and travel the world, taking care of himself when poor, and having a large group of wives and concubines when rich.

Female readers may not like to hear this, but that's really the case. Better-sounding words are nothing more than saving the pitiful orphans of the world, lingering among flowers, being good at caring for people, and constantly searching for like-minded companions on the road of revolution, partners whose outlook on life and the world can keep up with their own pace...

So it's still my fault. I obviously know that I'm a person who loves beautiful women, but I still believe in this thing called love so much, so I arranged for Fan Xian to enter the Qing Temple and see his fiancée eating chicken legs. I wrote it very happily. How can I let go of a girl like Lin Wan'er? How can I not be moved by this kind of love scene? I thought of Zhang Mengmeng's song.

It's my fault again. I also like the new and don't get tired of the old. In a heinous society that allows men to have several women, I can't help but let Fan Xian encounter different women, relive the old women, and have a good time in every segment... Because things that can't be completed in reality will be put into novels. This is the true meaning of wishful thinking, and I'm no exception.

Otherwise, I should just be more straightforward and make things clear, like Duan Zhengchun, that old rogue, or just treat men like eunuchs, standing proudly among the herd of horses on the prairie, only bowing my head to the one beside me. However, Fan Xian wants both kinds of realms. As the saying goes, the old age of a rogue will also shed tears while looking at love letters.

Fan Xian's attitude towards love is slightly better than Zhang Wuji's, and much better than the "three no" men. He shouldn't hate me too much.

Let's talk about Fan Xian's feelings for men. Please note that there are no gay love factors here, just a few words. It can be clearly seen in the prologue that he is a person without parents, so he actually has some implicit Oedipus complex. So even if Ye Qingmei is not much older than him, even if the emperor doesn't look like a good father, even if Fan Jian has nothing to do with him at all, even if Chen Pingping can't possibly have a son, even if Wu Zhu is actually similar to Chen Pingping...

However, after tossing and turning, Fan Xian's feelings for these men finally grew. Because we are all very practical people, if someone is good to you, you will naturally be good to him, remember his kindness, and then develop feelings. The men mentioned above, except for the teacher Fei Jie who is really ugly, are really good to Fan Xian.

Some people may say that Emperor Qing is how and how. In the past, he wanted to do something to the newly born little Xian Xian. In fact, from another perspective, the feelings between men still need time to cultivate. Emperor Qing once said to Fan Xian in the small building that when Fan Xian was in Danzhou, Emperor Qing often knew his news, either through Chen Pingping or through Fan Jian... And a person like Fan Xian who knows how to pretend to be shy and smile is very easy to please people, right? After seeing more, hearing more, and knowing more, naturally there will be feelings.

Perhaps a horizontal comparison can be made, and everyone will find that Emperor Qing's trust and love for Fan Xian is really incomparable to those few sons. On the one hand, it is because Fan Xian really knows how to pretend, starting to pretend before the Suspended Temple, and really deceived the great Emperor, on the other hand, it is probably because Emperor Qing felt guilty, and had some kind of transference idea, so Emperor Qing was really good to Fan Xian.

Naturally, this is aimed at Emperor Qing, this kind of evil monarch who concentrates power, not compared with ordinary fathers.

Fan Xian's feelings for Ye Qingmei are more complicated. This is not clear. The book says a lot of external things, so I won't go into details.

What else is there to say about Fan Xian? It seems like there is nothing else. By the way, about his ability, his ability is actually very good, after all, he is the male protagonist.

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Wu Zhu, the cute Bamboo Doll, the cold Bamboo Commander, the boy who always covers his face with a black cloth, has a rainbow in his heart that no one knows about.

There is nothing good to say about Wu Zhu, because I like him very much, and if I praise Wu Zhu too much, I will go to hell, because I cover my face and say that the reason why Wu Zhu is called Wu Zhu is because of the pronunciation of "Yu Zu", those who know will know, and those who don't know should let go of the shameless me.

I just want to talk about the matter between Wu Zhu and Ye Qingmei. The rainbow in his heart, in the ice and snow for thousands of years, burst out from the little girl who appeared in the temple for a reason that is still unknown, Ye Qingmei let a fresh soul be born in this world, which is the greatest good. And what is Wu Zhu's feeling for Ye Qingmei? To borrow a comment from a great book friend, that is:

"Without a doubt, Wu Zhu has the least emotion for Little Yezi. He only has cold metal promises for her, but Wu Zhu has the most emotion for Little Yezi. She is his world."

Okay, that's all for Wu Zhu, because he doesn't talk much in the first place. Now he is recuperating and resting on Dongshan, and I don't know if the materials that Shisanglang robbed from the temple are enough for him to live for another five hundred years.

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Chen Pingping, this is the third character that appears in the prologue. From that time on, everyone should be able to know the importance of this person, this eunuch Chen Wuchang who likes to stick a fake beard under his chin, this cripple who sits in a wheelchair for half his life, this thin old man who is a little afraid of the cold and likes to cover a wool blanket on his knees, this director of the Supervisory Yuan who likes to cover a piece of black cloth on the window of the Supervisory Yuan's room.

I can't say much about Chen Pingping, because I also like him very much. Among the male characters in the book, I like him and Wu Zhu the most, because they are manly enough, and my heart yearns for them, my heart yearns for them...

Chen Pingping's name should have been changed by Ye Qingmei later. It is actually a seal of Chen Ping, this awesome person. When reading "Historical Records", I felt that Chen Ping was really too awesome. Why? Because no one knows why he is so awesome... Sima Qian also doesn't know, and can't explain it clearly.

There was a time when I liked to say that Chen Pingping of Hutai was also awesome. There is no need to mention his past achievements. The scenes of this old cripple that I like the most are the small yellow flowers, the turning wheelchair, and the childlike heart under the old orange peel.

I said earlier about idealists, Chen Pingping is an idealist. Yes, although his ideal is a bit vague, there is a saying that it is not difficult to do a good deed, what is difficult is to do good deeds for a lifetime. It is not difficult for Chen Pingping to engage in a conspiracy, what is difficult is to engage in a conspiracy for a lifetime, but he is still doing it for the brightest thing in his heart.

What is shining in Chen Pingping's heart? It is not the dispute over world ideas, nor is it necessarily the happiness of the common people, and even less is it the eternal prosperity of the Great Qing Dynasty, but the promise of the year, remembering someone's kindness, being more disdainful than Fan Xian, this modern person, to be a slave, and firmly guarding the ideal that the woman wanted to shine.

Guarding other people's ideals for a lifetime, this is idealism.

I have no regrets about the description of Chen Pingping in the book, because I wrote it very carefully and have reached the upper limit of my ability. I think I am very worthy of Comrade Chen Pingping, because from the beginning I set his ending, without any whims, only the desire to complete his wish with a respectful attitude.

The two guns in the black wheelchair are because I watched a movie called "Lone Wolf" when I was a child, and the impression of the wheelchair inside was too deep, so I had to send it to Sister Pingping for her to use. And the last sentence he said before his death was also what I thought of at the beginning of this story. I guarded that sentence for a whole year, just to tell everyone that this eunuch, this dead eunuch, also has guns, and is actually more manly than most men.

To the extent that at the end of that chapter, I could shamelessly explain and explain again, please understand me, I really want everyone to feel my feelings.

I hope Chen Pingping can still collect beauties with long horns and long tails in hell. He certainly cannot go to heaven.

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I will talk about whoever I think of, so I will talk about Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Fan Jian at this time. I have a lot of apologies to him, because there are too few pages and I have not fully written clearly the mood and thoughts of this person, but compared with Prime Minister Lin Ruofu who is guarding Wuzhou, I can think more clearly.

The man who lingers in the brothels and flower boats is actually closer to the role of a minister than Chen Pingping, so he is actually very painful. In the end, he can only resign and leave in a fluttering manner. I am afraid that he has expectations for Nan Qing in his heart, but he can only passively watch all this happen because of Fan Xian, and do some things that he actually doesn't want to do.

Did Fan Jian have any feelings for Ye Qingmei back then? Who knows? At least I don't know, because I didn't write it at that time, so I naturally didn't think about it. But to say that there were no feelings, that is definitely false. As for whether it was between a man and a woman or between brothers and sisters, I still haven't thought about it. It's just that the Fan family preserved the only bloodline of Ye Qingmei in this world, indirectly causing the arrival of Fan Xian, which has already explained too much. Fan Xian's descendants will all be surnamed Fan, and they will make the Fan family of Danzhou famous, which is also a small compensation.

But I have thought about Minister Fan's attitude towards Fan Xian. In fact... Fan Jian has always been thinking that if His Majesty wants to take this son back in the future, I am afraid that he will force Ruoruo to marry Fan Xian. Because don't forget, when Ruoruo was still very young, when her health was very bad, this Lord Sinan drove his only daughter back to Danzhou, and later secretly maintained the correspondence between Danzhou and Kyoto. What is this for?

It's just a pity that Fan Xian finally returned to the Fan family's ancestral hall. Will Minister Fan also have a faint disappointment in addition to being gratified? I always think that many middle-aged men may have some kind of fantasy, letting their sons or daughters marry the sons or daughters of another woman, in order to satisfy the unfulfilled intentions of that year... Really, many people will fantasize about forming this kind of relationship with their first love, of course, some friends will directly shift their strategic gaze to the children of their first love, which I admire.

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Speaking of these, I suddenly thought of Li Hongcheng, the prince of Jing, so I will talk about Li Hongcheng. I like the prince very much. Well, it seems that I have found that I like all the people who have appeared in the afterword so far. Is this too unfair to Fan Xian? Maybe I think Fan Xian is like my son, so I habitually learn from Wu Zhu and wave sticks to educate him?

The reason why I like Li Hongcheng is very simple. He was with the Second Prince back then, but it was only for the sake of friendship. He was a little naive, but also sunny enough. Among the Li imperial family, only the eldest and Hongcheng may have slightly gotten rid of the natural gloomy temperament of the royal family, and Hongcheng's fresh and sunny flavor is even more brilliant. There was a top post in the comment area that talked about this point, and I was very happy.

Li Hongcheng chased after the Fan family's miss. This kind of rogue spirit is worth learning from most of our male compatriots. As for the friends who hope that the Fan family's miss will be with her brother, they can also imagine the female doctor after the age of thirty. Anyway, this is an open ending, an ending that does not offend anyone, which also proves what I said earlier, I am really that kind of person.

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I won't say too much about the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and the Eldest Prince, because the first two have already analyzed themselves before their deaths in the book, and I can't say anything new here.

I just feel a little sympathy for Li Chengqian. His luck was too bad, his fate was not good, his father was too perverted, and his father always thought that everyone in the world was like him, like a cockroach...

As for the Second Prince, just like he said himself, he worked hard until the end and found that he had become the biggest joke. What an absurd fact. There is no true Baoyu or false Baoyu in the world of Qing. There are only two young people who are actually very similar, but because their life trajectories are different, they have produced completely different fruits.

I wish the Eldest Prince could be filial to Ning Cairen in Dongyi City, unite with the eldest princess, Wang Tonger, and Masuosuo, these three are all very simple women. I wish he could be as invincible as he was on the Xihu Grassland. Of course, I think this is a luxury. This character who gave Fan Xian the most critical support at the most critical moment cannot be expected to continue to help him with housework in the future.

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I must talk about Yan Bingyun, I can only say... it's hard to say. This person is hard to say, so I have nothing to say. Who is the white-robed young master working hard for? The girls can just keep watching him, I really have nothing to say.

Wang Qinian can be talked about.

Because he is very good at talking, the skills of the cold-faced comedian have not been fully utilized, because there is really no space. This story of more than three million words seems long, but there are too many people and things in it. However, as Fan Xian's first trusted person, the first leader of the Qinian Team, and the number one excellent comedian in the world, he already has brilliance.

Don't forget, the key, the box, many, many secrets that the people of the world, including Emperor Qing and Chen Pingping, don't know, this old Wangtou knows all of them. While he can't sleep at midnight, will he also feel very excited, like he has returned to the days when he was a Jiangyang bandit at the border of the Three Kingdoms?

I'll add a word here, the name Wang Qinian is the id of Flying General. That was a few years ago when I was browsing Huajian and thought it was very good, so I used it when I wrote this story.

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About the Three Grandmasters, there is really no way to say.

Just like Emperor Qing said, this is originally a monster that should not exist in this world. When such monsters are above all living beings, all living beings must look up, the neck is very easy to be sore, and the incidence of cervical spondylosis will decrease, but the benefits are not obvious.

If Ku He was not called Zhan Mingyue, and was the uncle of the Northern Qi imperial family, if Dongyi City was not Si Gu Jian, and if Ye Liuyun had not developed such a ghostly personality, how much trouble would these three grandmasters cause in the world? Standing above all living beings, I am afraid that they would not care about the life and death of all living beings.

Fortunately, they have identities and fetters, so they have become three nuclear warheads, and no one dares to throw them out first. Until on Dongshan, Emperor Qing's electromagnetic wave weapon that had been hidden for a long time suddenly moved, directly injuring Ku He and Si Gu Jian with a heart full of bewilderment, and they could no longer be activated.

Relatively speaking, I like Si Gu Jian more, and the reason is very simple, I wrote more about him... Uh, the longer I spend time with him, the more feelings I have... It just seems that Fan Xian is an exception, oh my god, I'm really sorry for him, I'm talking about him again.

Besides Wang Shisanglang, who else needs to be said by men? It seems like there is no one, because I am sleepy at this time, and my mind is really empty.

What should I say about Shi Sang? Sigh, forget it, anyway, he already has Ye Ling'er, so I won't disturb him. Brother Fierce General, you are not as beautiful as Lin Qingxia, and there is no Stephen Chow next to you to interrupt, so you are inevitably a little lonely and bored. Fortunately, there is Ye Ling'er. I repeat again, men and women are very wonderful, very beautiful things.

I'll snap my fingers and think of Brother Shadow, but Brother Shadow is a stroke of shadow. He is hovering behind us, looking at your computer screens indifferently and without a face.

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After talking about men, let's talk about women. First, let's talk about Fan Xian's women. They are not necessarily women who belong to him, but in my positioning, they are all his women. It is said that if the play is not enough, women will come to fill it. I clasped my hands together and thought with a smile, I held on, I really held on.

There are not many female characters in *Qing Yu Nian* who can really leave a deep impression on people, and this is also something that cannot be helped, because wars, feuds, and conspiracies will make women go away, and only those women who do not need to go away will continue to appear in front of us.

Back to the topic, I must first talk about Lin Wan'er. Yes, Fan Xian's legal wife, the illegitimate daughter of the Eldest Princess and Prime Minister Lin, Emperor Qing's beloved niece, whose nickname is Yichen and who has baby fat on her cheeks... Yes, I wrote her based on Ariel Lin, because when I started writing *Qing Yu Nian*, I was madly in love with her, just like when I started writing *Zhu Que Ji*, I