Fan: Please say something to me in Chinese!
Winwin: (You are) Very pretty!
Fan: You said this the precious time!
Winwin: Is that so~? You pi~£~€|+
Manager: (He said) (You are) really really pretty, please move on.
l015x0802 trans by fywinwin take out with full credit.
Here's how Koei's describing Cao Pi becoming emperor on twitter, do you approve? pastebin(dotcomslash)n5fCvTfn
After Cao Cao’s passing, he entrusted the future to his son Cao Pi.The world of the Three Kingdoms was about to enter a new phase. Sima Yi recommended that Cao Pi spread a rumor that he planned to force Emperor Xian to abdicate the throne and execute him. In 220, Cao Pi indeed forced Emperor Xian, the last ruler of the Eastern Han dynasty, to abdicate the throne to him. The rumors reached Liu Bei & Sun Quan. This caused them to declare themselves as Emperors of Shu Han & Eastern Wu. This legitimized Cao Pi’s continuous war against Shu and Wu.
If this was a test with a short-answer question, this would maybe get a 2 out of 5.
While Sima Yi was one of the voices urging Cao Pi to take the throne, this really oversells his role. Pretty much all of Wei’s top officials wanted him to do it. I guess emphasizing Sima Yi makes sense given that this is DW, but there’s still guys like Jia Xu floating around.
Cao Pi certainly never told people he was going to execute Liu Xie. That was a lie Liu Bei told people when he declared himself emperor.
And, of course, Sun Quan didn’t declare himself emperor until 229. He acknowledged the legitimacy of Cao Pi’s regime, so Cao Pi rewarded him with the title King of Wu. Cao Pi wasn’t at war with Wu at the time - they’d been allies since 217. Their conflict only resumed two years later.
Request: A series of Christmas scenarios for BTS. Here’s Namjoon making Christmas cookies.
Word Count: 1,304
You’d been looking forward to going home all day. Partly
because you’d been ridiculously busy and you were tired but mostly because you
knew that your boyfriend would be waiting for you when you got home. You hadn’t
seen him what seemed like forever, he’d been out of the country promoting but
his flight had gotten in that morning when you’d been at work. He’d called you
on your lunch break to tell you he’d made it back without incident and that he
was looking forward to seeing you, which no matter how much he insisted couldn’t have been
more than you’d missed him. He’d also told you he had a surprise for you which
had made you pause for thought. Namjoon’s surprises could be a little
unpredictable. His last surprise had been an attempt at building you a new
bookcase and that hadn’t gone particularly well. He’d ended up with bruised
fingers and you’d ended up with a hole in your wall. But since he’d just come
back from Japan it probably wasn’t going to be anything too bad you assured
yourself. It would be something he’d picked up on his travels, some art maybe
or some jewellery, he knew you liked that sort of thing. Or at least you were
hoping so. You didn’t want to have to get the first aid box out when you got home.
“Hey,” you called as the door swung closed behind you and you started
taking off your boots. “I’m home!”
“I’m in the kitchen!” Came Namjoon’s reply.
You froze, one boot on and one boot off. No. No, no, no. You
were ordering food tonight and settling down to watch a Christmas movie or two,
that was the plan. He was not supposed to be in the kitchen. He was not allowed in the kitchen. You finished
pulling off your boots and hastily shrugged your coat from your shoulders. If cooking
you a meal was the surprise he had planned then you needed to get in there and
do some damage control.
And when you walked into the kitchen there didn’t seem to be
a single inch of your work top that was visible. Chopping boards, mixing bowls,
flour, icing sugar, glitter… the place was a mess. “What happened?” you
exclaimed. You were thankful your house was still standing and your boyfriend hadn’t burned it to the ground but it looked like a bomb had gone off in a bakery.
Namjoon, who had been standing at the sink washing his hands,
turned the tap off and turned to face you, rewarding you with a blinding smile as he
wiped his hands on his apron. His pink frilly apron. It had been bought for by a friend as a housewarming gift and had been sitting in a drawer ever since. It was so fussy that you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to wear it but apparently Namjoon had no qualms about looking like a barbie.“I made cookies.” He informed
“Cookies?” you echoed. As well as the pink frilly
apron there was also flour in
his hair and what looked like red icing down the side of his nose. He looked
adorable. Adorable and incredibly proud of himself.
“Christmas cookies.” He clarified.
You’d told him just the other day that your favourite part
of Christmas as a child had been your mother’s baking. For the entire month of
December your kitchen would smell like cookies or gingerbread or mince pies.
And it did smell pretty good in here you realised. That really wasn’t what
you’d been expecting when Namjoon had first told you he was in the kitchen, you’d
been expecting to walk in on a culinary disaster in progress. But then you hadn’t
seen what he’d made yet, just because your kitchen was still standing that didn’t mean everything had gone to plan. And then your eyes landed on the
tray on the kitchen table. “Is that them?” you asked, walking closer.
Namjoon nodded, still smiling.
You stopped at the table and looked down. “Oh…” you said.
They didn’t look bad as such. They were a little browned at the edges, the icing was a
little messy but from what you could see he’d done a pretty good job. There was
just one problem. You couldn’t work out what they were supposed to be. “Um…
you made Christmas bunnies?” you hazarded. You’d never heard of Christmas bunnies before
but they might be a thing. You got Christmas everything else.
Namjoon’s smile faded slightly. “No, they’re reindeer.” He told you.
Oh. Well that made more sense. And if you squinted you could
kind of see it. What you’d taken to be bunny ears weren’t ears but antlers,
they’d just lost their shape after they’d been put in the oven. And the blob of red
icing in the middle of each cookie, well those would be noses of the Rudolph variety. Okay, so the red
was bleeding into the black icing above it, black dots that you were guessing
were supposed to be eyes, but now he’d said reindeer it was obvious that was
what they were. “Sorry.” You said, feeling a little guilty. He’d clearly tried his
best (he’d even dusted them with edible glitter hence your shimmery kitchen) and you’d effectively told him
that what he’d made was unrecognisable. “I didn’t look closely enough, of
course they’re reindeer.”
But Namjoon brushed your apology off. “They’re not great.” He
admitted. “I had trouble getting the mixture right and the decoration is a
bit shoddy I know… I just wanted to do something nice for you, to let you know
how much I’ve missed you, that’s all. And I know Christmas is a big deal for
“And I love them.” You said, cutting him off. “No one’s ever
baked for me before.” It didn’t matter what the cookies looked like, baking was
so far out of his comfort zone and he’d done it for you anyway. As a gift, it
was so much more meaningful than him buying you a pretty necklace or a print
for your wall. “They’re amazing.”
“They’re a mess.” He maintained, coming to stand beside you
at the table. He didn’t look quite so sad now, that was a relief. “But I’m glad
you like them.”
“I didn’t say I liked them.” You corrected him. “I said I
loved them. You didn’t have to do this, thank you.” It really was one of the
nicest things anyone had ever done for you.
“Ah, well I didn’t have to but I wanted to.” Namjoon told
you, draping an arm over your shoulders so he could pull you into his side. “You’re
important to me, I’d do anything to make you happy.”
“You’re so cheesy.” You told him. Cheesy and overdramatic.
It wasn’t the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard him say, he had a really
bad habit of talking like someone in a drama when he was feeling sentimental but
it was definitely up there with some of his better lines.
“I know.” He said with a smirk. “And you love it.”
“Hmmm.” You said, unable to help smiling back. It was the
dimples, they got you every time. “I don’t know about that,” you argued,
reaching up to brush some of the flour from his hair, “but I do love you.”
“Not as much as I love you.”
And there he went again with the cheese. You shook your
head. He just couldn’t help himself, could he? You cupped his cheek with one
hand and stood up on tiptoe so you could kiss the smudge of icing on his nose. “Stop.”
You told him, but there wasn’t much conviction in your voice. He was right, you
secretly loved it when he got all soppy and romantic.
“Never.” He told you, leaning down to capture your lips with
You sighed, slipping one arm around his back and grabbing a
fistful of his shirt, your other hand slipping up and over his shoulder to
settle at the nape of his neck as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. As
he tangled a hand in your hair and took your bottom lip between his teeth you
couldn’t help thinking that your first Christmas together was going to be one