The Daqian Dynasty, the land of the harem.
Han Yang had just woken up and found himself lying on a haystack, his whole body still tied tightly with hemp rope.
"I'll go! What's going on?"
He quickly calmed down, and after repeated confirmations, he realized that he had actually traveled through time.
But what's wrong with the identity of the time traveler, he is a eunuch.
"It's okay, okay, it's good to be here."
Finally breathing a sigh of relief, Han Yang leaned against the haystack and continued to sort out the thoughts in his mind.
However, the more he thought about it, the thicker the sweat became on his forehead.
Because he realized that he didn't seem to live much longer!
As for the reason, it was very simple. By chance, he ran into the affairs of Concubine Xiao and the Crown Prince in the harem.
Just this evening, Han Yang, on the order of the general manager, came to Jing'an Palace to give orders to Concubine Xiao, asking her to wash up and get ready to serve the dragon driver.
As soon as he arrived outside the door, he heard the prince's voice coming from inside.
It even made a very seductive sound.
Han Yang knew something was wrong at that time, so he turned around and wanted to leave.
As a result, before he even took two steps, he was bumped into by the prince's guard.
Then, he was tied up and thrown in front of the Crown Prince and Concubine Xiao.
Han Yang was just an ordinary messenger eunuch. Normally in the palace, no matter who he met, he had to look down and be polite.
And if the prince and Concubine Xiao wanted to kill him, it would be easier than crushing an ant.
In order to survive, he could only kowtow and cry for mercy.
He said that he was just here to deliver a message and that he didn't hear anything.
But how could the prince and Concubine Xiao bypass him? After beating him severely, he was about to kill him when Emperor Gan suddenly came.
This just gave Han Yang a chance to breathe, so he was thrown into the woodshed in the backyard of Jing'an Palace.
Although he didn't die on the spot, he was close to it.
Emperor Qian could only stay in Jing'an Palace for one night at most, waiting for daybreak, and he would still have to die.
what to do? what to do?
I traveled through time and didn't do anything. Is my life going to be like this?
Han Yang was very unwilling!
At this moment, the door of the woodshed was gently pushed open.
I saw a palace maid slowly walking in, then closing the door and standing in front of Han Yang.
"It's you!"
Han Yang was slightly startled.
The other party is a maid from Jing'an Palace, named Shuang'er, who is usually responsible for serving Concubine Xiao.
Because he and I entered the palace together and were from the same hometown, we have a good relationship.
I just didn't expect that she would come here at this time.
"Are you...are you okay?"
Shuang'er held medicine in his hand and a meal.
After putting it down, she first untied Han Yang, then picked up a piece of silk cloth dipped in ointment, and slowly wiped it on Han Yang's face.
After all, they were from the same hometown, and among the eunuchs, Han Yang spoke kindly and looked extremely handsome.
Therefore, these two children had a good impression of him, and the concern they showed at this time seemed to be distressed.
Han Yang smiled bitterly.
"People are going to die, so what's the use of applying medicine? Forget it, I'd better eat something. Even if I die, I won't be a starving ghost."
As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the chopsticks.
But at this time, Shuang'er looked slightly bitter, and seemed to be a bit self-blame.
"Actually... I was the one who harmed you. I also know about Concubine Xiao and the prince."
"But I didn't dare to say anything to anyone, so I just kept it buried in my stomach. I didn't expect that this time... you would also bump into me this time."
The harem is very chaotic, and there are many secret things. As a palace maid, it is naturally impossible for her to take the initiative to publicize it.
Han Yang also knew this very well, so it was impossible to blame him.
"I was careless and it has nothing to do with you. Who made me so unlucky?
"Alas, no one has ever died since ancient times, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history!"
At this point, Han Yang could only casually recite a few ancient poems to comfort himself.
Just when he said these two words, Shuang'er covered his mouth slightly.
"You...you can also recite poetry?"
"Huh? What can't I do? Anyway, I can..."
Before he finished speaking, Han Yang himself was stunned.
It is true that he can recite poetry, but it was normal before the time travel, but it is abnormal in this world!
You must know that the Daqian Dynasty was founded by force, and it has always been weak in grammar.
Poems and songs have always been extremely rare. Only a few grammarians in the court could recite a few sentences, and it was naturally impossible for a eunuch to blurt them out.
That's why Shuang'er was surprised.
There are not many people who can recite poetry, and even fewer who can write poetry.
In a daze, Han Yang seemed to have found a way to save himself!
"Shuang'er, will the Liang State envoy come to Beijing in two days? If I remember correctly, it seems that they are going to have a civil war with our Dagan, right?"
Han Yang's tone was a little excited.
Shuang'er calmed down, nodded and said, "Yes, this matter is a top priority now. What's wrong?"
Han Yang didn't answer, his head was still spinning.
Liang Guo was a neighboring country to Daqian, and its national power was slightly inferior. The relationship was originally at loggerheads, and there was a war a hundred years ago.
Later, the founding emperor of Daqian, in order to avoid the loss of life and because Daqian needed to recuperate and recuperate not long after the founding of the country, the two sides made peace.
But although the surface gradually became harmonious, the overt and covert fighting between the two sides never stopped.
And Wen Dou is one of them.
So far, the literary battle has been held five times, but every time it was a disastrous defeat for Da Gan!
Before the angry late emperor died of illness, he left his last words and vowed that future generations should revitalize the literary world of Daqian and not let the world think that Daqian is just a country of reckless men and nothing more than a joke.
It's just a good idea, but the Liang Kingdom has been inherited for more than five hundred years, and it's even more impressive.
In terms of grammar, it is less than one ten thousandth of it. How easy is it to revitalize it?
Even though the current emperor has asked the Hanlin Academy to search for talented people and train them carefully, so far, there has been little effect.
In two days, it will be the sixth civil war between the two countries. Daqian is at a loss from top to bottom.
The people in the Hanlin Academy almost had their heads hollowed out, and they couldn't think of a suitable poem.
You know, it’s not just the Liang delegation that will come in the next two days!
The other states of Qi and Northern Wei will also send people to observe.
If you lose face once, it will be a big loss. If you lose face six times in a row, it will damage the country's prestige.
It is estimated that the candles in the Hanlin Academy are still lit up to now, and everyone must be exhausted.
And isn't this a good opportunity for me?
Han Yang's eyes lit up when he thought about this!
After all, I was an undergraduate at the College of Liberal Arts during my lifetime. I don’t remember many Tang poems and Song lyrics, but I can pick up dozens or hundreds of poems without any problem.
If he can let Da Gan earn enough face in this literary fight and win against Liang Guo.
Not to mention that there is no need to die, maybe after winning Long Yan's joy, he can be promoted to a general manager and turn around in one leap!
