As a short-tempered editor who rejects a hundred manuscripts a day, I get dragged into the brainless novel I rejected and die five times in a row.
The moment I open my eyes for the sixth time, I hear the emperor say, “A bottle of palace jade liquor.” My hands shake with excitement like I have Parkinson’s.
When no one’s looking, I lean close to his ear and whisper, “One hundred and eighty yuan a glass?”
The emperor nods calmly in public, but after court he pins me down in his study. “Comrade, I want to know the entire plot of this novel in three minutes, ”
I smile and pull something from my pocket. “How about you sign this author contract I brought first, Your Majesty?”
The emperor who traveled through time, the courtiers who spoke Northeastern dialect, the Northeastern dialect practiced across the country, the tutor who looked like Guo Degang, the queen mother who didn't play by the rules, hahaha! Come and take a look, everyone, what other interesting things are there?
No wonder I said I couldn't meet people from the Northeast. It turned out to be because I only started playing King of Kings at 11pm. I thought that unified text exchange across the country was very laborious. People from the Northeast said it was a lot of effort. People from the Northeast said it was a wheel. People from the Northeast said it was a wheel.
It's short and concise, the plot is logical and compact, and it's a good non-harem time travel story.