Empress Running Away with the Ball - Chapter 900: Brewing storm

A third-tier star, Lu Weiyu, an ordinary beta, urgently needs a backer.
After finally getting into the marshal’s banquet, just about to strike up a conversation——
Marshal raised his phoenix eyes and said, “Get lost.”
Lu Weiyu rolled away non-stop, and was pulled back by the marshal before he rolled away.
With a low voice and domineering eyes, the Marshal put him in his arms: “Did I tell you to get out? Get back.”
Lu Weiyu nodded tremblingly.
The marshal surrounded her, humming: “If you touch someone, you will be responsible to him.”
Lu Weiyu was dumbfounded, and said nonsense: “Okay, take responsibility.”
The marshal pinched the man’s chin and snorted coldly: “What are you responsible for? Women, don’t play with fire.”
…
It was only later that Lu Weiyu found out that the marshal had fallen ill again.
Marshal: “I hit you with my life.”
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Demining:
Glyph of sand.
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The cultural design is mine, please leave if you don’t like it.
Which channel to write about is my business, and I don’t need others to tell me what to do.
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Content tags: female supporting role sweet text wearing books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Weiyu ┃ Supporting role: Zhao Shumi ┃ Others: Wearing Books, Dog Blood, Sand Sculpture

- Description from novelbuddy

Yuan Jia died early, and only after meeting the system did he know that his younger brother was the male lead, and he was the male lead’s cannon fodder brother.
Even if he is more talented than the male protagonist, how can he be more powerful than the male protagonist as a supporting role?
So he suffered a plot kill.
His business empire will be inherited by the male protagonist’s younger brother…
The connections he made will be inherited by the male protagonist’s younger brother…
The marriage date he set was inherited by the male protagonist’s younger brother…
And he is just the older brother who died young in the memory of the male protagonist. Take it out and remember it when you need it, and forget it when you don’t need it.​​
Yuan Jia’s goal is to work hard to live longer than the male protagonist’s younger brother.
As long as he doesn’t die, the male protagonist will always be just a younger brother.
World 01: [There is no eldest son of Houfu who died of illness] √
World 02: [There is no giant president who died in an air crash] √
World 03: [Nongmen Tianjiao who did not fall into the water] √
World 04: [Founding Emperor who was not robbed and killed] √
World 05: [There is no school god who died in a car accident] √
World 06: [Prince who was not deposed and poisoned] √
World 07: [There is no brother who accidentally fell off a cliff and died] √
World 08: [The true biography that was not plotted by the younger brother] √
World 09: [Cousin without plundering ability] √
World 10: [A powerful minister who was not framed for treason] √
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2. Whether Yuanjia wants to marry and have children depends on the situation.
3. There are many kinds of male protagonists and younger brothers, there are dark villain male protagonists, and there are decent male protagonists of Guang Zhengwei…
4. Various types of routines, please pay attention.

Content Labels: System Fast Passing Through Books Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yuan Jia ┃ Supporting role: Pre-received new articles “White Eyed Wolf, I Don’t Love You [Quick Cross]”, “I am a gentleman of the male/female host [Quick Cross]” click into the column to see! ┃ Other:
One sentence introduction: I am not dead, the male protagonist will always be a younger brother!
Purpose: The protagonist must fight for his life with the sky and live a wonderful life.

- Description from novelbuddy

In the first episode, Little Palace Maid Lian Hua, holding tea leaves, thought to curry favor with Zhaoyi. The Emperor intercepted her halfway, and before she could react, he hijacked her tea leaves, leaving her bewildered.In the second episode, she wanted to curry favor with the Noble Consort. During the Noble Consort's birthday feast, she hadn't even presented the meticulously prepared tea leaves before the Emperor seized them, leaving her aggrieved.In the third episode, she had just sneaked out with the Palace Maids to pick bamboo shoots, planning to go back and cook something delicious when the Emperor burst out of nowhere wanting to freeload a meal. If it wasn't tasty, he would punish her, she managed to barely pass muster by exerting all her energy. Before she could feel relieved, the Emperor told her he was also staying to sleep!This time, he was thoroughly taking advantage of her, enjoying free food and lodging without the slightest intention of rewarding her.At night, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. All the silver she had saved up in earlier years had been used to sustain the Emperor. Now that the money was gone, she feared being punished for not being able to support him in the future. The more she thought, the sadder she got, her tears plopping down, which woke the Emperor sleeping beside her.In a flurry, the Emperor consoled her, “There, there, don't cry, don't cry. I haven't even had time to reward you, how could I punish you!”After much consoling, and finally with his promise to provide for her sustenance, she turned her tears into laughter.The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. This Little Concubine would need to be favored properly from now on—he dared not make her cry again.→→【This story has concluded, thank you for reading】→→New book recommendation:“Consort of the Roll-Royce is Here, Run!”—It's a good read! Please add it to your favorites.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.