In the seventeenth year of Shaocheng, on New Year's Eve, there was sleet.

Today is the third day of my crossing.

This is Dacheng Kingdom, a dynasty that does not exist in any historical records of Blue Star.

I'm in the palace, to be exact, the imperial kitchen.

I plan to start writing a diary today to record my travels. If future generations also travel here, it may be used as a survival guide.

Roughly speaking, my current identity is a sixteen-year-old **** in the imperial kitchen.

Unfortunately, I am a real eunuch.

Maybe I was too scumbag in my previous life. I once... (the ellipses represent 1.85 million words), this may be retribution.

But now I am disabled and strong, and I am in good spirits, showing what a traveler should look like.

And I want to give it a try to see if I can become a powerful eunuch.

Well, let's not talk about it, I should go wash the feet of Eunuch Zhao.

PS: In the afternoon, I saw Concubine Xuan, the little master of Zhaoxi Palace, passing by. She looked very good, but unfortunately she was useless.

In the eighteenth year of Shaocheng, the first day of the new year, Xiaoxue.

The New Year's Eve in the palace is nothing but the same, maybe it's more lively outside.

In the past two days, I always felt that there was something wrong with this trip, but I couldn't tell.

There is good news today.

I seem to have learned to squat to urinate. I urinated twice in the morning, and the second time my shoes were not wet.

I'll consolidate it later.

In the eighteenth year of Shaocheng, the fifth day of the new year, it was sunny.

I can't get my spirits up all day today.

Because I thought something was wrong.

As a traveler, I don't even have a system.

There is no systematic eunuch, how can the power be in power, I am a little doubtful now.

Although I am full of poetry and books, I am talented, literate and martial, Yushu Linfeng... But I found that I even lied to myself when I became ruthless.

It's true that Yushu faces the wind.

But there is good news today.

During lunch, I overturned a bowl. Eunuch Zhao wanted to hit me, but Concubine Min saw me. Concubine Min helped me with a few words, and I escaped the beating.

Concubine Min is a good looking chicken, and I feel that she likes me a little bit.

If the fuck, I'm not a eunuch!

In the eighteenth year of Shaocheng, the ninth day of the lunar new year, it was sunny.

I got a shocking gossip today!

The emperor has been addicted to sword cultivation for more than ten years, but he is not close to women!

Therefore, as long as these concubines in the harem entered the palace within the past ten years, they are likely to be young children!

I don't know why, but when I heard the news, I was suddenly excited.

But what am I excited about?

PS: Now I can squat to pee proficiently, and I won’t get my shoes wet with my eyes closed.

The eighteenth year of Shaocheng, the tenth of the lunar new year, is overcast.

Today, the small cabinet in the imperial kitchen was transferred to the harem, and I cried so hard, it was miserable.

After asking, I found out that it turned out that he went to Ganxi Palace. It is said that the thief there is so evil, whoever goes will die.

As long as it is with a handle, or once with a handle, it will not survive for a year in it.

The reason is unknown, but it is easy to imagine.

Anyway, bless him.

In the eighteenth year of Shaocheng, the twelfth year of the new year, there was heavy snow.

I have nothing to do today, I just did a day's work (washing vegetables and mopping the floor).

Thinking of this time last year... ah, no, it should be said that it was in the original time and space, the last New Year's Twelve.

I remember very clearly that I met a super-positive girl at the bar.

After we talked in the bathroom for a while, we went home again with no end in sight.

At that time, my girlfriend was supposed to be on a business trip, but after opening the door... hehe.

She said she wanted to surprise me.

In short, things were quite vigorous and galloping, like love.

I don't know why I have been recalling these recently.

Maybe it's because of homesickness.

A Zhen fell in love with A Qiang.

If I can do it all over again, I want to be a good person.

In the eighteenth year of Shaocheng, the thirteenth year of the New Year, it was sunny.

Maybe no one will believe it. King Jing has an affair with Concubine Xi.

The news was revealed by the small cabinet. He said that he saw King Jing walk out of Concubine Xi's room with his own eyes, and was still sorting his clothes when he arrived at the door.

The small cabinet is no longer a human being, the jar is broken, and the harem dares to talk about anything in the harem.

Hearing from the little cabinet, King Jing likes to visit the harem, and it is an open secret to hook up with concubines everywhere.

I guess it is impossible for the emperor not to know, but why not?

Is this the great fatherly love?

It doesn't seem to make sense. After all, Emperor Shaocheng is notorious for his ruthlessness. It is said that there are five or six princes who have been beheaded by him.

This harem is always quirky.

In the eighteenth year of Shaocheng, the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival.

Today is the Lantern Festival, and the palace is very lively.

It is said that the emperor held a poetry festival for admiring the moon, and all the talents in the capital participated, and many concubines also participated.

The poetry festival is very grand, there are many lanterns on the scene, the moon in the sky is very round, and there are many stars (here inserts a vivid metaphor: twinkling like a child blinking), the old beauty! Many talented people are sitting behind the table writing poems and sharing the grand occasion (this is it)!

These are what I heard from Xizi.

Actually, I really wanted to go to the scene to memorize a few ancient prose, so last night I re-written Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Song Head" by dictation, and I wrote about a third of it.

But I think it's enough for me to get some titles, such as the last fig leaf of Dacheng poetry.

I know it's risky, but I still want to give it a shot. After all, let's not talk about underpants now, even if there's nothing in underpants, are you still afraid of a bird?

But man is not as good as God.

The guard Lin Datou told me that as an **** in the royal dining room, he could not leave the royal dining room at will, unless the leading **** gave special permission.

But it is obvious that Eunuch Zhao's eggless old thing can't be counted on.

I burned one-third of the "Shuidiao Song Head" and one-half of the "Jianjinjiu".

Since then, Dacheng's poetry circle has no fig leaf.

Oh shit!

In the eighteenth year of Shaocheng and the sixteenth of the lunar new year, there was Xiaoxue.

Fortunately, I didn't go yesterday!

I heard that a talented man made a five-character quatrain at the poetry meeting, insinuating that the court's "revival of a hundred schools of thought" was digging its own grave, but the emperor, in a rage, copied his family's entire family, along with the people who touted the poem. A few geniuses were also cut off.

Actually, it is said that Emperor Shaocheng is ruthless~www.mtlnovel.com~ but I feel that he also wants to make a difference, otherwise he would not have the courage to reform.

It's just a fact that the Dacheng Kingdom is not as good as the day, and Emperor Shaocheng looks like a monarch of a subjugated country.

I am an upright person, I have something to say.

PS: No one should be able to understand my words, right? The characters in this world are a bit similar to traditional characters, but they are completely different.

In the eighteenth year of Shaocheng, the twenty-eighth day of the first month was sunny.

Today is a sad day.

According to the news from the harem, the little cabinet died last night.

It is said that he committed suicide by hanging himself at night for no apparent reason.

Although his physique is weak, everyone thinks that he should have survived for half a year, but he did not expect that he only lasted for more than half a month.

Now the whole imperial kitchen is in a panic, because he died too fast, and the next one has to be picked in the imperial kitchen.

I'm not too panicked.

After all, being a **** doesn't mean much, so what if you live a few more days and less?

A person who has no birds, what else is there to lose?

Am I afraid?

In the eighteenth year of Shaocheng, the twenty-ninth day of the first month was sunny.

Is it!

I was really chosen to go to Kansai Palace!

Cao Dan, if the birds are gone, can't you let me live a few more years?

It's over!

This diary may be my ultimate writing.

I hid a tael of silver under the rockery in the East Garden, and if anyone sees it, they can pick it up and use it.

I'm sorry, I have been here for more than half a month and haven't achieved much, which has embarrassed the traveler.

Another thing to say, don't write a diary anymore, it's useless.

Who is a serious **** who keeps a diary?

Above, Qin Yuan never wrote.

Finish the flower arrangement.

    
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