Looking for Stories with a Eunuch Male Lead

When I first started reading, I felt that there were quite a lot of such articles, but now I feel that there are really few. Maybe my vision is too high, hahaha. And I prefer to watch the heroine travel through time, and the heroine play straight ball, while the hero pretends to be calm while holding his little heart tightly. Then the heroine heals the hero.

This is the one I've seen so far. It's romantic and beautiful, and I think it's pretty good. Romance: 1. After passing through the book, the eunuch and I hacked the system [Good looking!!! It's just that there are too few extras] 2. After passing through the book, he had a HE with the paranoid eunuch [Great! I like it so much! 3. The daily life of being half-cultivated by the factory supervisor [very warm and beautiful, but there is no soup, and there are very few words] 4. I want this eunuch [very warm! The ending is also very satisfying! Super pretty!!! 5. My neighbor is a eunuch [very warm! Super pretty! The ending extra is finally posted on Weibo - Yan Yan Yan Ci] 6. I just want to marry a eunuch [Beautiful!!! 7. The wedding bride dressed as a eunuch [well written, very warm, but the ending is a bit uncomfortable~] 8. Today I'm teasing Jiu Qianqian [It's okay] 9. Happy life married to a retired factory worker 10. Eunuch Zhao's little wife Danmei: 1. After being paired with the cold eunuch [through the book] [It's good to watch, but there are very few extras and little sub-CP, but the rest is okay]

I recommend "Seducing Huan" for its superb writing style! Eunuch x oiran

Speaking of which, I first wanted to read a story with a eunuch as the male protagonist. The reason was that when I was a child, I watched the empress dowager and the priest in "The Sky Is Red River Bank". The young empress dowager used to be a princess who was married to a foreign country for marriage. She was only 16 years old but wanted to marry an old man. When she wanted to hide by the pool and cry, she met the priest who was taking a bath (from memory) The priest had already been circumcised at that time, so even if they loved each other, the priest never touched the empress dowager once, and he only touched her when he finally took the empress dowager hostage to bear the crime alone. Although I felt that the Empress Dowager was full of evil deeds at the time, I was moved by this feeling, so I really liked this kind of work where a man carefully protects a woman due to her physical disability but does not dare to get close to her. Later, I accidentally saw an article in "Reader", which was "The Last Empress and the Eunuch", written by Wang Dingjun. I searched and found the following original text: [Think about it, how interesting it is that in 1945, you can still see a queen. It's like you have grown up and suddenly find that the toys from your childhood are as good as new. It's like archaeologists seeing the newly unearthed bronzes of the Yin Shang Dynasty. It's like hanging the faces and models of primitive Africans in the skyscrapers that best represent modern civilization. That freshness, that excitement, that joy, that sense of superiority, that excitement! Go and see your empress! Go and see your empress! Even today, when you go to watch the Little League baseball team, you won't be louder, lighter, or more confident than we are. Let me tell you, that lady is twenty-two years old and absolutely beautiful. In the past twenty years, I have traveled more than 4,000 kilometers... From the most prosperous city to the most charming city, to the most decadent city, to the city with the most developed nutrition and makeup technology, and I have never seen a girl more beautiful than her. Since she is a queen, she cannot be together with her poor father, mother, elder brother, younger brother, older sister, and younger sister. She needs a separate place to live. She thinks it should be like this, and her father and mother also think it should be like this. Her temporarily rented "palace" was small, with shabby bricks and tiles. There was only a bed, a table, a bench, and an antique red-painted and gold-painted wooden box. We went and sat on the bench. Her attitude was not to entertain anyone, nor to refuse anyone to come in. She just sat upright on the edge of the bed, with her eyes drooping, one hand pressed on the wooden box, not looking, not listening, not talking, and not moving. It is said that, except for eating, sleeping and other necessary things, she sat like this all day long, regardless of what was happening outside the house, or even what was happening inside the house. Although she is more silent than the sea, more upright than the mountains, and although she sits like a rainbow, we, a group of young bachelors, still go to see her often. As long as one person says to go see the empress, the others will follow without any objection, and there is always one or two people saying this every week. We filled her little room, chatting and laughing among ourselves, and even later brought our own beer-sauce meat to feast on at her table. She didn't seem to see us, and we pretended not to see her. Slowly, we learned many things. We know that the empress swore never to marry again and that she took a bag of jewelry with her when she escaped from her palace. She sells her jewelry to make ends meet. She has made a blood oath to her parents, to heaven, and to earth. When the jewelry is sold out and eaten, she will commit suicide. She ate very little and tried her best to save money, which meant prolonging her life. Slowly we discovered that although the empress's situation was difficult, she could still have a eunuch to take care of her. The eunuch fled from outside the Pass to inside the Pass. Hearing that there was a queen in Beijing, he came to report to her. He found a place to stay in the suburbs, and every morning he went into the city to this dimly lit and dirty house to pay his respects to his wife; he cleaned the whole room and bought food and cooked for her. After the meal was ready, he absolutely refused to stay and eat, not even a vegetable leaf or a grain of rice. He went back to the thatched house in the suburbs to nibble on his cold and hard steamed buns. We have something good to do again - go see the eunuch. The eunuch is old and bent over. The first thing we saw was his bald head and the sparse white hair around his head. Then I saw his swollen eye bags, incomplete teeth, and yellow eyeballs. His attitude was completely different from that of the empress. He invited us in very politely, but the house was too short. After we entered, we exited and stood upright outside the door to talk to him. We really want to know how a eunuch became a eunuch, but he refuses to say anything. No matter what method you use, you can only hear one sentence from him: "Sir, why bother talking about the past? That doesn't even mean anything." The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and the eunuch had a new guest, one person came with three people. The man in the lead was obviously a guide and the other three were obviously tourists. The eunuch invited the tourists into the house very politely and skillfully. Seeing that the house was so dirty, small, and dark, a tourist stood at the door and hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind to go in with his companions. The eunuch closed the door and shut us out. The guide also stayed outside. He lit a cigarette himself and asked us if we had seen it. "What did you see?" "Aren't you here to see the eunuch?" "Yes, we have seen him." "How did you know he was here? And how much did you spend?" "Spend money? We didn't spend a dollar." "How is that possible? What will he eat if you don't pay for it? To put it bluntly, what will I eat?" I didn't know what the guide said, so I asked carefully: "Are those three people here to see the eunuch?" "Yes." "You brought them all?" "Yes." "It costs money for them to come to see the eunuch?" "Of course." "Why do you need to spend money?" The guide was stunned for a moment and asked me: "Who would take off their pants and let people see them if it wasn't for money?" After saying that, he looked at the tightly closed door and said to himself: "Why don't these guys come out? They are looking at it so carefully!" He turned back to us and said: "You must not have seen it yet. You must not have found the way. If you are willing to spend money, I will take care of this matter." He said to me very frankly: "It is a pity not to see it. This is the only opportunity. No matter how much money you spend in the future, you will not be able to do it again." There is a eunuch for you to see." When he saw that we were silent, he said in an inciting tone: "This is a real eunuch. Many foreigners came to see him and expressed their satisfaction after seeing it. It was a waste of money, but it was not unfair at all." Only then did we understand what he meant by seeing the eunuch. We also understood what the three people locked in the room and the eunuch were doing. We figured out how the guide and the eunuch lived. This is so ugly. It's the ugliest story I've ever known in my life. This huge and important unexpected discovery stunned me. None of us responded and didn't know what to say. In the few minutes we lost the ability to react, the door opened, the eunuch tied his belt, and the tourist opened his wallet. The eunuch bent down and politely sent his customer out the door, so generous and sophisticated, just like a well-trained clerk in a century-old store in Beijing. I carefully observed the eunuch's expression, and he showed no shame at all. Every afternoon, he waited here for business to come to him. The next morning, he sincerely went to the place where the empress lived to perform his duties. Some people heard him say that if the empress were not here, he would have died long ago. It seems that he really said this. He found the reason to continue his life from the small house where his empress lived. As long as he could serve his empress, life was worth living. Since there is a reason to live, then there is also a reason to have the means to maintain life. He doesn't let us see his sorrow. In his eyes, we don't deserve it, even though we can pay to see his disability. He was the one who sold jewelry for the empress. Whenever the empress had no money, she would give him a piece of jewelry. He would stoop and walk out slowly. After a long time, he would stoop back and walk back slowly, holding the money in both hands, trembling all over. He watched his empress take the money, lock it in the wooden box, sit on the edge of the bed, press one hand on the lid of the wooden box, and tears fall one by one. He knelt down towards the empress, put his face on the ground, and cried bitterly. Neighbors of the empress often heard his crying. I cry once when I sell jewelry. Only the empress saw his grief, although she did not necessarily understand the extent and depth of his grief. Later, when I left Beijing, beauty and ugliness were still deeply imprinted in my heart. When I met someone from Beijing, I asked him about it, wondering if the lifestyle of empresses and eunuchs had changed. It's strange that those people can tell trivial things about Beijing but don't know there are such two people. It was incredible, because in my mind, they were a pair of famous figures, and their weight pressed on my chest every night, making me scream in my dreams. Why, do these two people only exist for me... From now on, the world will be divided into two. No one will come from Beijing anymore, and there will never be any news about the empress. This most beautiful and ugliest story will never be continued. Of course this article is not about love, but I couldn't help but think of the setting of "after the fall of the dynasty, there is no status, two people depend on each other and become husband and wife", so instead I completely put myself into the pit of eunuch articles... Now that I think about it, it is also a kind of fate...

Ah, I was chasing down Dongchang's observation notes. The atmosphere was so depressing that I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't bear to give up on Deng Xiaoying.

When it comes to film and television, I have been crazy about Su Peisheng and Cui Jinxi. In the past two years, I couldn't find any clips or fanfics anywhere. A few days ago, I searched Bilibili and found some very good clips!! There are also a few articles written by Old Ford fans. Although they are short, they are good news at least!

I politely asked the author, I want to find a real eunuch. The female protagonist is quite strategic and has medical skills, but the male protagonist is crazy. Because she has trouble going to the toilet, the female protagonist wants to show him, and almost kills the female protagonist. What is her name? I don't know if you have read it.

I would like to give the author a great recommendation about the old story "All I Want to Marry an Eunuch". The hero and heroine are childhood sweethearts. The hero has low self-esteem and the heroine is Little Taiyang.

Hmm, Lonely City is really the masterpiece of my favorite eunuch novel. In fact, I haven't stopped crying since the middle of it. In my heart, it's the top of the ancient sayings, but I don't dare to watch it a second time. Not long ago, I just reviewed an episode and I couldn't stop crying.

Love it, love it, it's not easy to see a recommendation in Eunuch Pit, take it away. Thanks for sharing