Chronicles of Chaowen

"Your Majesty, has the memorial been approved?" "There are three volumes left... You first remove the sword from my inkstone." Conversations that historians would not record were repeated within the palace walls during the Chaowen period. Cheng Qing, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, longed for a chance encounter in the imperial garden; Wu Bo, the history of tungsten mining in the world, always wandered around the Zhishu courtyard; Duke Jing of the state of Jing could not be more proficient in foreign language, and Nancy Liu, the special envoy of the Great Britain, outshone all other heroes. Grand Master Lei Bei stood in the dark, with all the "irregularities" of the young emperor engraved on the ivory tablet. They are trapped between the dragon's chair and the sword's edge, just like all the teenagers who are trapped in the growth barrier, but their chessboard is thousands of miles away. The eighteen-year-old emperor's ink pen was still hanging, and outside the window was the sound of King Xiaoyao's footsteps shattering the moonlight on the ground. "Perhaps the history books will eventually forget our names, but the moonlight we drank together that year will forever hang in the sky at the age of eighteen." - This is a youth dialogue that spans time and space, and it is also a history book written to the young self. I would like to write this book as a tribute to my high school days and to all the teenagers who are trapped in a sea of ​​questions but still dream of being in the world. A new author, I hope all readers will support me!