Walking with Cats [Quick Transmigration]

When Zhang Yuliang was proofreading the first draft of Ming Emperor's volume, Cheng Dan leaned on him and read the latest volume of "My Days in the Palace" while knocking sunflower seeds.A brazier was burning not far away, and the room was warm, with a lazy atmosphere rendered by the afternoon sun.

People will feel sleepy in an extremely warm environment, but Cheng Dan will not, not only because he is a cat, but also because the book he is reading is so interesting, he is too busy laughing and complaining, so he can't get sleepy at all.

"Yuliang Yuliang, after you finish writing Emperor Shiming's volume, you must publish an anonymous unofficial history based on this book and your understanding of the court, or you can write it directly as a storybook, and it will be passed down for a long time! Maybe in later generations, The history book you wrote will be a must for students, and this story book is a masterpiece handed down from the essays and novels, and it will be read over and over again!"

Cheng Dan spoke happily, his eyes were shining, he was so excited that the melon seed shells spilled out and he didn't notice it.

Zhang Yuliang smiled fondly, brushed off the melon seed husks that fell on his body for him, and served him a bowl of bird's nest soup with rock sugar warmed on the stove: "If you want to read it, I will write it for you. It doesn't matter if it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, it will be passed down through the ages, as long as you enjoy watching it."

These words are so sweet, they are the familiar Zhang's love words!

Cheng Dan smiled and became playful, holding Zhang Yuliang's arm and said: "Actually, you can write a few more, and write it into a time and country series. The life in the court is up and down, and the life in the market is one, two, three, A, B, and C in the life of Jianghu, and after finishing writing, there will be a comprehensive collection called "Records of the Sand Sculptures of the Time and Country"!"

"Sand sculpture...what do you mean?" Zhang Yuliang swept him into his arms.

Cheng Dan arched his arms, found a comfortable position between his arms, knocked on the melon seeds and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Sand sculpture means to be interesting, make people happy, and make people feel good."

"That's it..." Zhang Yuliang suddenly realized, pinched his earlobe with a smile and said: "Then to me, you are the biggest sand sculpture in the world."

Hearing this, Cheng Dan almost laughed out loud. Although he lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot, it was still very funny to hear the word "Sand Sculpture" from Zhang Yuliang's mouth in such a serious manner.

He nodded with a suppressed smile and said, "Yes, in my heart, you are also the biggest sand sculpture in the world. By the way, if you need to use this word in your book, remember to mark the meaning, otherwise others may not understand it." .”

"I know." Zhang Yuliang scooped up a spoonful of bird's nest and brought it to Cheng Dan's mouth, "Come on, open your mouth—" Cheng Dan ate it in one bite, and the next moment, Zhang Yuliang lowered his head and kissed it.

This is their first kiss in this world, and it is also the medium to pierce the last layer of window paper.

……

Zhang Yuliang never broke his promise to Cheng Dan. He said that the next day when he wrote the storybook, he began to write down the detailed outline. In "Life in the Palace", the idle life suddenly became extremely fulfilling.

That evening, Peng Ge said that he would make sour bamboo shoots and ham soup tonight, so Cheng Dan and Zhang Yuliang sat under the corridor to help her peel the bamboo shoots.

The low table that was originally used for reading, writing, drinking tea and playing chess has now become a chopping board. On the left is a large basket of winter bamboo shoots, on the right is a small wooden basket for holding bamboo shoot shells, and in the middle are the heads of two people bowing down.

Peeling winter bamboo shoots is easy to say, but it is still somewhat difficult in practice.

First of all, cut off the root, then cut the skin of the bamboo shoots with a knife, and peel off the thick bamboo shoots little by little.The shells of winter bamboo shoots are a bit hard, and you may cut yourself if you are not careful.Cheng Dan has the experience of previous lives, and his movements are quite proficient, but Zhang Yuliang still continues his ten fingers not touching Yang Chunshui. Before the three bamboo shoots are peeled off, there are already several scratches on his hands, although they are not deep. There was no bleeding, but there was still a slight tingling sensation to the touch.

"You have basically said goodbye to cooking in this life." When Zhang Yuliang was scratched by the bamboo shoots again, Cheng Dan reluctantly put down the half-peeled winter bamboo shoots and held his hand, "You still have to write a storybook at night. , don’t peel it off, if you peel it off again, you won’t even be able to hold the pen.”

Zhang Yuliang smiled and said, "Then I'll help you cut off the remaining bamboo shoots, this won't hurt your hands."

Cheng Dan thought for a while, then nodded: "Alright."

So Zhang Yuliang's work changed from peeling the bamboo shoots to cutting the skins of the bamboo shoots. Because each bamboo shoot only needed one knife, he quickly cut all the bamboo shoots, and picked up the book and leaned against the table to read.

Cheng Dan glanced at the book in his hand, and his hands kept moving: "Recently, Beijing Central has published a lot of new scripts, and the writing is quite good."

"Yeah, almost all of them were influenced by the big sales of "My Days in the Palace." Zhang Yuliang read the book very quickly, turning ten lines at a glance, and turned two pages in a blink of an eye, "People always like to follow suit, but so many There is no shortage of high-quality works that follow the trend, and the most important thing is that the appearance of these scripts provides a good way for the common people and the powerful to spend their time."

Hearing this, Cheng Dan was suddenly touched.

Follow the trend, this should be the commonality of human beings.As long as something proves its value, countless people will scramble to pursue it and create it repeatedly.

"My Days in the Palace" is essentially just a sweet article with a daily account. The reason why it is so popular is that there has never been a script with similar content before. It is the novel angle and interesting plot that made it popular. The fire of the [-]s led to the emergence of a large number of follow-up works.

Following the trend is not entirely bad, it depends on what the trend is.At least for now, these follow-up works will become important historical materials for studying the customs and customs of this period in the future, and many of the stories are indeed well written.

Cheng Dan has been reading the history of the times and countries written by Zhang Yuliang recently, and has not had time to read the new script. Now that Zhang Yuliang is reading it, he simply sat next to Zhang Yuliang with a bamboo shoot: "What are you looking at? I also want to see."

Zhang Yuliang turned over the cover and looked at it: ""Red Tuan Fan" is a story about a scholar and a tuan fan in love."

"...What are you talking about?" Cheng Dan raised an eyebrow.

"Tuanfan. Unbelievable? I also thought it was weird at first, but this article is very interesting." Zhang Yuliang said with a smile, "I don't know why, most of the current scripts are about people and demons, and immortals, Most of the stories about falling in love with flowers, plants, trees, birds, beasts, insects and fish are written in a small format and thin in content, if "My Days in the Palace" hadn't appeared, they probably wouldn't be able to get out of this vicious circle."

After a pause, he turned back to the first page: "This article is old wine in new bottles. Except for one of the main characters who is not human, the other plots are very novel. You peel the bamboo shoots, and I will read you the first chapter."

"Okay, okay!" Cheng Dan sat up straight, and the action of peeling the bamboo shoots was a little faster.

Zhang Yuliang pinched his face with a smile, and read slowly.

Not far away, Peng Ge sighed, pretending not to see this pair of glutinous rice glutinous rice cakes that can stick together even a bamboo shoot.

……

At night, Zhang Yuliang sits behind a desk and writes a storybook.

The windows on both sides are wide open, and the cool wind blows the candle lightly, flickering on and off, adding a bit of deep and tortuous artistic conception to the plot created by him.

Cheng Dan walked into the room wearing a fur-collared cloak and carrying two bowls of medicine. When he approached the table, his steps slowed down, and he gently placed one of the bowls in Zhang Yuliang's hand.The strong medicinal smell permeated the room, bitter and abrupt, interrupting Zhang Yuliang's train of thought unexpectedly.

"What is this?" Zhang Yuliang covered her nose and frowned in disgust.

Cheng Dan was about to answer when suddenly the tip of his nose felt itchy, and he turned his head away and sneezed.

"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?" Zhang Yuliang hurriedly put down his pen, leaned over to touch his forehead, "It seems a little hot."

"It's okay, it's nothing, it's just a little wind. You see, Peng Ge also boiled medicine for me. I'll be fine after drinking it and sweating." Walking to Zhang Yuliang and sitting down, Cheng Dan picked up another bowl with a smile After taking a sip of the medicine, the smile on his face distorted as soon as the medicine soup entered his mouth, "It's so bitter!"

Zhang Yuliang was caught off guard and amused by his expression, but was kicked by him the next moment, quickly stopped laughing, and honestly picked up his medicine with both hands.

Cheng Dan rolled his eyes at him, and explained to him the reason for the two bowls of medicine.

The medicine was boiled by Penge, and the bowl was Zhang Yuliang's tonic, which was said to be a new prescription prescribed by the imperial physician.The other bowl is for Cheng Dan, the temperature has dropped so much these days, he has a bit of a cold from the wind, this is to cure the wind and cold.

"Hey, what evil did you say we two did? Others enjoy the snow, drink wine and eat Taiping pot at night, but we can only drink medicine together, and Pengge won't let me eat sugar." Cheng Dan curled his lips, holding back his nausea He forcibly downed half a bowl in one breath, and couldn't help but sneezed two more times.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuliang held the medicine in one hand, got up and closed the window, and walked back to him.

"It's not that you can't eat candy, but you can't eat too much." Zhang Yuliang said, opened the hidden compartment under the desk, and took out a white jade box from it.

The jade box was only the size of a palm. When I opened it, there were more than a dozen golden... candied fruit inside.

"This is..." Cheng Dan blinked in surprise.

"The candied fruit made by the imperial chef is the most delicious among all the candied fruit I have tasted. These were brought out when I entered the palace last time. Every time after drinking the tonic, I would secretly eat two to wash away the bitterness. A sly smile appeared in Zhang Yuliang's eyes, "Come on, drink up the medicine in the bowl, and I'll give you two."

Cheng Dan smiled lightly: "Only two? Why are you so stingy?"

As he spoke, he shook the bowl to even out the precipitated medicine dregs, and then he held his breath and drank it in one gulp.

It was so bitter that his face was wrinkled into a steamed bun.

Zhang Yuliang smiled and stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth.

As soon as the bitterness spread on the tip of the tongue, it was quickly overwhelmed by the sweetness with the fragrance of osmanthus. Cheng Dan's wrinkled face slowly stretched out, and his face was full of "what a fairy delicacy".

"Is it sweet?" Zhang Yuliang drank his medicine unhurriedly, tilted his head and asked with a smile.

Cheng Dan rolled his eyes, held his face and kissed him, and asked, "Is it sweet?"

"..." Zhang Yuliang was stunned, "Sweet."

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