"April 17. The lady fell asleep for three days and three nights, which frightened the slave."
"What's the year?" I continued to ask, and the little girl looked surprised:
"Miss, what's wrong with you? Today is the seventh year of the Dongling Dynasty. Why have you forgotten this?"
Dongling Dynasty, never heard of it!
It turned out that it was not the Qin Dynasty. The eunuch’s name had the same name as Zhao Gao, a popular figure around Qin Shihuang, which caused me to misunderstand.
But His Majesty is no worse than the tyrant of Qin, dragging him out to make decisions on even the smallest matters.
(Xiao Xiao: Is slapping the emperor a trivial matter? Li:=.=^)
This is what is often referred to as fictional history in novels. I am a little happy to know this.
Those poems, lyrics, and songs can be used casually regardless of age.
And there is no need to worry about the consequences of changing history because of my appearance.
"Look at my memory, maybe it's because I was scared that day."
I casually found an excuse to excuse him, but she didn't suspect him, so she brought a gray-black bundle and put it next to the bed.
"Oh, then, young lady, please have a good rest. I am currently on duty at Huanyiyuan. I can only come secretly to take care of young lady. I know you cannot do without someone to take care of you, but I really have no choice. When I am not here, young lady must not do anything.
You committed suicide. If the master loves you so much, he must not want the young lady to be young..."
"Seek a short-term life? Don't worry, I won't be that stupid. I want to live well and live more freely and happily than anyone else." I smiled lightly at the little maid.
"Miss, you have changed!" She exclaimed in amazement, her little mouth opened wide.
"Really? Is it getting worse or better? After experiencing so many things, there will always be changes."