Walking with Cats [Quick Transmigration]

After eating a sumptuous dinner, Zhang Yuliang changed into pajamas, sat behind the desk and read Cheng Dan and Fu Ziyuan's record of eating melons.Because they didn't write any important articles, the two of them used a journal-like narrative method throughout the article. Even so, they still couldn't hide the huge information hidden behind each big and small "melons".

In the past three months of keeping his filial piety, Zhang Yuliang had already drawn up the framework of the "Shiming Emperor" volume, and now that he had such comprehensive materials for reference, he immediately studied ink and wrote an article similar to the detailed outline.This article includes all the experiences of the late emperor that Zhang Yuliang knew, as well as important events that happened in the capital after the late emperor passed away. The readability of those events recorded by Fuziyuan has increased a lot.

"Tuantuan, come here, can you help me see if there is anything that needs to be deleted?" Zhang Yuliang waved to Cheng Dan, and handed him the manuscript when he walked over.

Cheng Dan took the article, sat down beside him, and carefully read the article with his amateur reviewer eyes.

Zhang Yuliang's outline is quite detailed, and the details of each event are properly distributed. If it is expanded to write, at least 10,000+ words can be written.However, there are many advantages, but the disadvantages are also obvious. After all, what he writes is a history book, not a storybook or a novel, so part of the fun must be sacrificed, the words will tend to be solemn and serious, and the style of writing is relatively boring.

History is supposed to be serious, even if its veracity is still open to debate.

With Cheng Dan's understanding of Shiguo, he naturally couldn't give any suggestions for revision, and only helped Zhang Yuliang pick out a few typos.

"Are you planning to use the volume that records the late emperor as the second volume of the book?" Cheng Dan asked.

"Of course not, I just want to write this volume first." Zhang Yuliang took a new piece of paper, dipped the ink and wrote the title of Chapter 1 of this volume, "I edited history in chronological order. Six monarchs, how can his life be included in the second volume."

In Zhang Yuliang's vision, the overall structure of the book is in chronological style, and specific chapters are written in biographical style, such as the founding heroes in the Tai. Zu volume.

The ink was almost used up, Cheng Dan picked up the ink ingot, added some water to the inkstone, and rubbed the ink in circles leisurely.The candle light swayed gently, and there was a light sound from time to time, the breeze passed through the courtyard, and the room was quiet.

That night, Cheng Dan didn't go to bed until very late, and Zhang Yuliang was still writing at his desk when he fell asleep.But the next morning, when he woke up from the bed, Zhang Yuliang had already washed up and was sitting in the yard reading a book.

Zhang Yuliang was wearing the new clothes Pengge made for him, white clothes, black hair and green hairpins, bathed in the sun, looking handsome and elegant.

Cheng Dan also has a new dress of the same style, which is also tailor-made by Peng Ge himself, but it is blue.

He is small, but slender and well-proportioned, perfectly supporting this slightly slim-fitting suit, with his long hair tied up high, and a jasper hairpin with a single tassel on his hairpin. He is also a young man with handsome eyebrows.

After Cheng Dan changed his clothes, he trotted out of the room. Zhang Yuliang heard his footsteps, smiled and stretched out his hand to him, "Tuantuan, good morning."

"Morning!" Running over to hold his hand, Cheng Dan pulled him up and asked with a smile, "What's for breakfast?"

"Ah, you should ask Peng Ge, I don't know." Zhang Yuliang led him to the front hall, the plum tree that Fang Fei had given up had revealed its fresh greenness, but there was still a lingering fragrance of plum blossoms on the branches .

The distance between the courtyard and the hall was only a few dozen steps, and the two of them walked into the hall quickly, just in time to meet Peng Ge who was carrying the soup.

"Brother, it's time for you to drink the medicine." Putting the steaming medicine into Zhang Yuliang's hands, Peng Ge seriously warned: "I made this according to the prescription that the imperial doctor gave you before, it can nourish Qi and blood. , Peiben Guyuan. You drink it quickly, and I'll go see if the porridge is ready."

After finishing speaking, she ran back to the kitchen in a hurry.

Cheng Dan looked at the soup and medicine, then at Zhang Yuliang, and asked doubtfully, "Are you sick? Why do you need medicine?"

"This is a tonic, drink it once a month." Zhang Yuliang sat down with him in his arms, and drank the medicine skillfully. Frail. The imperial doctor once asserted that I would not live to be ten years old, because fourth brother, I have only passed the threshold of ten years old, and I have grown up to this day safely."

Cheng Dan's heart tightened: "Then you now..."

"I'm just weak, and I'm not seriously ill. As long as I take good care of myself, I can live for 50 to [-] years." Zhang Yuliang rubbed his hair, the corners of his lips slightly curved, and his tone was full of gentle comfort Yi said, "It's you, you say you are not a demon, then you should be just a special cat. The lifespan of a cat is only a dozen years, and I don't know how long you can stay with me."

Cheng Dan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Probably... there are still ten years left."

"Ten years? That's enough." Zhang Yuliang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "I will try my best to live longer than you, so that you don't have to bear the pain of losing me. Of course, I won't let you wait for me It's been too long, don't worry."

Cheng Dan couldn't laugh or cry.

What is there to rest assured about, I really want him to rest assured, shouldn't I say something like living a good life and living a long life?

However, this kind of remark is also in line with Zhang Yuliang's character, he has always been very open-minded.

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It took Zhang Yuliang half a year to finish the first draft of Emperor Shi Ming's volume. The number of words was more than twice that of Tai Zu's volume, which was a full 30 words.

It's not that there are so many major events in the life of Emperor Shiming that can be recorded in the annals of history, but that during Emperor Shiming's reign, there are too many people and things worth writing about.Palace secrets, important court officials, anecdotes from the rivers and lakes, market wizards... each part can be written into a separate volume, and the content is richer than he imagined, so that it took him half a year to complete the first draft.

This is the advantage of living in the present age, because living in this era, so I know a little about everything, and there is no shortage of materials.

After finishing the proofreading of the first ten chapters of the first draft, Zhang Yuliang put down his pen, got up, stretched his limbs, and walked out of the room to rest.

In a blink of an eye, it was late autumn again in October, the sky was low and wide, the maple and red leaves were falling, and the garden was a desolate scene.

Cheng Dan and Peng Ge were sitting under the tree, one was reading the newly published "My Days in the Palace" with gusto, and the other was holding the embroidery stretched to the side of the embroidery used to make the sachet, by the way, they talked with the former Discuss the plot of "My Day at Palace".

Zhang Yuliang, the famous name of this script, has also heard about it. It is said that the author is a returned palace lady. She described the life in the harem in detail with No. 1 title and journal style. Many plots in it have prototypes and are written very realistically.

The story book is still being serialized, and it is currently written to the third volume, with more than [-] words in one volume, and has many readers.Cheng Dan and Peng Ge liked this script very much, and even Fu Ziyuan read some of it intermittently and gave a high evaluation.If Zhang Yuliang didn't want to revise books, he should be a member of the larger army now.

He is a scholar, but he also read a lot of idle books.

Zhang Yuliang walked under the tree and sat between Cheng Dan and Peng Ge.There was freshly brewed hot tea on the short table in front of him. He poured himself a cup and held it in his hand, looked left and right, leaned against Cheng Dan and smiled, "Tuantuan, have you finished watching?"

Cheng Tan said without raising his head: "I've finished reading it a long time ago. Isn't this a new book that hasn't been released for re-reading... You finished the Emperor Shi Ming scroll?"

Realizing that there was a big boss beside him, Cheng Dan raised his head and stared at Zhang Yuliang with burning eyes.

Zhang Yuliang smiled: "I finished the first draft and just proofread the first ten chapters. Want to read it?"

Cheng Dan nodded.

"It's fine, but you have to read "My Days in the Palace" to me." Zhang Yuliang raised a finger and said seriously: "Read one chapter for ten chapters, and the manuscript will be finished."

Cheng Dan grabbed his wrist: "Deal!"

After finishing speaking, he turned out the first volume of "My Days in the Palace" and read it from the beginning.

"On the ninth day of March, sunny, the first day in the palace."

"My family background is not good, I came from a poor background, and I'm not as beautiful as the batch of beautiful women, so I was only sealed up as an eighth-rank treasure forest and lived in Li Zhaoyi's palace.

Li Zhaoyi is a cold beauty with a cold face and a warm heart. She loves throwing pots. Her favorite pastime is to put a row of jugs in front of her...you can throw where you want to throw the pots.

He is a good person, but unfortunately he can't speak, so he praised the empress's new clothes in a festive color, which is colorful red, and he is a genius for chatting.

On the first day I entered the palace, I was asked to play cards. The four peony cards were split into two pairs and played because I drank too much. "

Turning a page, Cheng Dan continued to read: "March [-], sunny.

Concubine Yuan lived next door, a lover of sweets, drinking a glass of milk and three cans of sugar, wishing to become an ant living in a sugar bowl.

I woke up in the morning with a toothache and rolled on the bed. I went to see the imperial doctor after seeing my teeth, and then I came to eat the ten times sweeter honey cake she bought from outside the palace.I ate and drank three glasses of water, and she endured the toothache and ate two boxes by herself.

At night, I rolled on the bed with a toothache.

Li Zhaoyi said: Yes. "

Turn another page: "March 29, light rain.

Today is His Majesty's birthday, and the palaces are decorated with lanterns and festoons, making it extremely lively.The habit in the palace is to lighten gifts and attach importance to affection, which means that the congratulatory gifts for His Majesty don't need to be expensive, as long as they are made by themselves and do what they want.

So Li Zhaoyi personally wrote a wild cursive as a congratulatory gift. His Majesty smiled slightly and said that her characters had madness, especially the word "Tian" written with great momentum. Li Zhaoyi corrected that the character was "thousand"; A box of apricot flower cake with fifteen times the sweetness, Your Majesty barely ate half of it with vinegar and soy sauce, and praised her for improving her craftsmanship. I felt it was insincere, but Concubine Yuan seemed to take it seriously; the most unique The gift is nothing more than Bai Zhaorong's share. She gave me a bowl of hangover medicine, which smoked my head from [-] miles away. After smelling it, I became more energetic. Li Zhaoyi quietly told me that there were too many yellow lotus in it.

However, that bowl of hangover medicine was indeed effective. His Majesty relied on it to fight against a group of people, and knocked down the clan and important ministers who were toasted. "

The content of the first chapter is so little, and Cheng Dan quickly finished reading it.

Zhang Yuliang and Pengge laughed while listening. After laughing, Zhang Yuliang said: "The sobering medicine is a real story. One year, on the father's birthday, I was afraid that I would be drunk before the emperor's uncles and courtiers, so I asked my mother to drink it." A bowl of hangover soup with yellow lotus as the main material. That night, the father drank two glasses of wine and smelled the smell of the hangover soup, and drank everyone present with that smell. This incident should be the third festival prototype."

"Really?" Cheng Dan's eyes widened in surprise.

He also thought that having a prototype was just the author's means of propaganda.

"Yes." Zhang Yuliang patted his head and said with a smile, "I put the finished manuscript of the first ten chapters on the table, you can go and get it."

Cheng Dan's eyes lit up, he put down the book and happily ran into the room to get the manuscript.