[Fantasy] A Eunuch Breaks into the Inner Palace (Complete) - 1

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Episode 1, Chapter 1: Loss of Virginity

"You little brat, I'm scolding you, and you dare pretend to be asleep!"
Li Xiaomin opened his eyes, looking around groggily, and immediately his eyes widened in shock:
the beauty before him was a stunning woman he had never seen before!
This woman looked to be no more than twenty years old, with beautiful features. She wore a magnificent palace dress, her eyebrows like spring mountains, her eyes like clear blue water, her skin as white and delicate as snow, and her figure tall and slender. Li Xiaomin looked up from below, and her pair of high, firm breasts were clearly prominent on her chest, making him drool, which dripped onto his clothes.
"Huh, why am I looking up from below?" Li Xiaomin suddenly remembered this question, looked down, and was surprised to see that he was kneeling on the ground, his knees on the ground, and he seemed to be wearing strangely styled clothes, which were already somewhat wet with drool.
Li Xiaomin didn't have time to think about why he was wearing such strange clothes. Driven by his male pride, he immediately stood up, thinking angrily, "She's not my wife, why should I kneel before her?"
Standing tall and proud before the beautiful woman, Li Xiaomin was about to display his masculine dignity and charisma when suddenly his eyes widened in shock, realizing that the woman was actually much taller than him!
The woman, who was loudly reprimanding him with her eyebrows furrowed, suddenly saw him stand up and instantly became enraged. She raised her delicate hand and slapped him hard across the face. Li Xiaomin felt a tremendous force strike him and fell headfirst to the ground, tears streaming down his face from the pain.
The beautiful woman in palace attire wasn't finished after slapping him. She strode over and kicked him hard in the buttocks several times, cursing, "You wretched little commoner! You've only just arrived in my palace and you already dare to slack off! I told you to kneel down and listen to my reprimand, but you pretended not to hear. I punched you in the head, and you pretended to be asleep. Now you dare to jump up and face me! I'll teach you a lesson you damned servant!"
Being kicked in the buttocks by the beauty's jade feet wasn't pleasant. Li Xiaomin couldn't help but groan a few times, looking up at her. He then realized something was strange: why was she wearing ancient clothing?
Li Xiaomin didn't know much about ancient clothing, so he could only tell that it wasn't Qing Dynasty attire. He couldn't tell if it was Song or Ming Dynasty clothing, but he thought it was very beautiful and gorgeous, made of silk, and the workmanship seemed exquisite—everything was like that of ancient people. Combined with her beautiful face and sexy figure, she looked extremely alluring.
If it were anyone else, even if they didn't scream in terror, they would jump up and demand, "Are you filming a movie?" Then they'd be arrested as a madman and spend an unforgettable time in prison.
Luckily, it was Li Xiaomin, a tough warrior tested by online novels. Seeing things were going wrong, he immediately lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, secretly delighted: "Wow, could it be that heaven has opened its eyes and sent me back to ancient times? Hehe, this is a real windfall! Ancient beauties, here I come!"
He endured the pain in his buttocks and took a few kicks. The beauty, seeing that he didn't move, was a little strange. She reached out to check his breath and angrily said, "This dog of a servant, he's passed out after only a few kicks! Drag him to the inner quarters and tell them he disrespected his master. Have the inner quarters give him a few hundred lashes to wake him up!"
Li Xiaomin was startled, but kept his eyes tightly closed, not daring to open them. A young girl's voice cried out, "Your Majesty, even if he doesn't die after a few hundred strokes, he won't be able to work anymore! The palace is short-handed right now, and we finally managed to send someone like this. If he dies, it'll be hard to get him back in time!"
The beautiful woman paused for a moment, then said angrily, "Guards, drag him to your room and let him lie there like a corpse until he wakes up, then he can come back to receive his punishment!"
Li Xiaomin was slightly relieved, not daring to open his eyes, and let several women drag him into a room and place him on the bed. He felt strange; how could a grown man
like himself, not exactly light, be lifted up so easily by several women? Hearing the door close, Li Xiaomin lay there for a while, then cautiously opened his eyes. Seeing that he was alone in the room, he immediately jumped up, excitedly looking around, searching for evidence of his time travel.
The room was empty, with only a table, a bed, and a small cabinet. Although small, the room was made of wood, completely different from the reinforced concrete building he lived in. Furthermore, the style of the table and bed was completely different from modern ones, with hand-carved patterns on them, giving them an antique feel, and they were all worn. This made Li Xiaomin believe that he had indeed traveled through time and arrived in ancient China.
Li Xiaomin luckily found a small bronze mirror on the table. Looking into it, he was stunned:
in the mirror was a handsome young man, who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. He wore a slightly tall black cloth hat, somewhat like an official's attire, with long hair covering it.
"Wow, this isn't just a fictional historical novel, it's a reincarnation novel!" Li Xiaomin thought in surprise. Looking at the young man in the mirror, with his fair skin and handsome appearance, several times more handsome than in his previous life, he was both surprised and delighted, thinking to himself, "With my current age and talent that surpasses my era, it would be so easy for me to make a name for myself in this era! As long as I show my talent, why would I be afraid that the beauties of this era wouldn't throw themselves at me?"
Even so, he was still somewhat worried, afraid that someone would see through his disguise. The most important thing now is to figure out where he is and which dynasty he belongs to, so that he can take appropriate measures.
He stood up and paced around the room, but dared not open the door to go out. For some reason, he always felt something was wrong with him, as if he had lost something important.
To find out his current location, he first needed to look for clues from what he had just heard. Li Xiaomin tried to clear his mind, which was still dazed from excitement, and recalled what the beautiful woman had said. Suddenly, he was shocked, his face turned pale, and he trembled all over. He hurriedly loosened his belt, glanced down at his lower body, and immediately collapsed to the ground, fainting on the spot.
"Brother Xiaomin, Brother Xiaomin!"
A frantic voice called out in his ear, the voice delicate and tender, as if she was still trying to suppress her voice.
Li Xiaomin slowly opened his eyes and saw a beautiful and lovely girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing an ancient-style dress that looked like the clothes of a palace maid.
Li Xiaomin stared blankly at her blushing face, his gaze traveling down her slender figure until he saw his naked lower body. A rush of blood to his head, and he collapsed into the girl's arms, fainting again.
The young palace maid had only come in to check if he was awake, but found him naked from the waist down, his trousers half-pulled down, unconscious on the floor. Startled, she hurriedly tried to wake him, but he only glanced at her before fainting again. The
maid, both shocked and frightened, disregarded her shame and struggled to lift him to the bed, covering him with a blanket and trying to wake him, pleading, "Brother Xiaomin, don't sleep! What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you!"
Tears streamed down Li Xiaomin's face as he thought of the loss of his most vital organ, tears of sorrow welling in his eyes. After a long while, he managed to control himself, sobbing as he asked the maid about his condition.
Following the standard procedure in the novel of soul transference, despite his utter confusion, Li Xiaomin naturally claimed that he had been mentally disoriented lately and couldn't remember some things, asking her to answer for him.
This young palace maid, lacking any guile, readily answered his questions.
The era they were currently in was strange; it wasn't any era Li Xiaomin knew. They were in the Tang Dynasty's imperial palace, and the emperor, while surnamed Li, wasn't a descendant of Li Shimin. Besides the Tang Dynasty, there were several other large and small kingdoms, including Zhao, Shu, Chen, and Jin. Li Xiaomin didn't care to ask; knowing that his historical knowledge was utterly useless in this era was enough.
Having entered the palace and possessing such physical attributes, Li Xiaomin essentially understood his identity. The young maid confirmed that he was indeed a palace eunuch named Xiaominzi, recently assigned to Consort Yun after initial training by the castration department.
Consort Yun, young and beautiful, had once been a favored concubine from a wealthy family, and thus had a fiery temper, often beating and scolding her servants. The previous eunuch serving in the palace had offended her over a trivial matter and was beaten to death in the Inner Palace.
In her heyday, when she was favored, the head eunuch would have prepared everything in advance. Unfortunately, the Emperor's favor had shifted to other young concubines, and Consort Yun hadn't seen the Emperor in a long time. Her number of maids and eunuchs had dwindled, and now only a dozen or so remained in her quarters. It wasn't until the last eunuch who hadn't been transferred died that Consort Yun realized she had no usable eunuchs left.
As an imperial concubine, it would be too embarrassing for the palace to be without eunuchs. Therefore, Consort Yun requested new eunuchs from the Eunuch Department to serve her.
Human relationships are fickle, as they have always been; the Eunuch Department made excuses, saying they were short-staffed, and dragged its feet for a long time before finally sending a newly trained young eunuch, Xiao Minzi, to serve in Consort Yun's quarters.
On Xiao Minzi's first day, he was scolded by Consort Yun for his clumsiness and forced to kneel on the ground to receive his reprimand. After being punched by the angry Consort Yun, his soul inexplicably left his body and was then possessed by Li Xiaomin's soul, which traveled through time and space.
Based on the words of the kind palace maid named Lan'er, and his own deductions, Li Xiaomin guessed the truth of the matter quite accurately. Thinking of his current miserable situation, he felt a wave of dizziness and almost fainted again.
He stared blankly at Lan'er, remembering the affectionate look she had been giving him. He thought to himself, "Could this girl have a crush on me—no, on Xiaominzi? No wonder she's been so kind to me."
His guess wasn't far off. Xiaominzi and Lan'er had met once before; he had helped the lost Lan'er return to her palace, which was why Lan'er always felt a connection to him.
In the past, having such a beautiful girl secretly in love with him would have made Li Xiaomin overjoyed. Now, however, he only wanted to cry. He forced back his tears, told Lan'er to leave, and said he needed to rest.
Hearing that he needed to rest, Lan'er obediently left the room and closed the door behind her.
Inside, Li Xiaomin hugged his blanket and wept silently, overwhelmed with grief for his tragic fate.
He remembered how, when he grew tired of being a reader, he had briefly worked as an author, publishing his novels online. He'd been writing for a while, then suddenly couldn't continue, so he'd stopped writing the novel altogether—a situation commonly known as "abandoning" it—leaving it unfinished. He'd let angry readers question and curse him in the comments section, but Li Xiaomin stubbornly refused to read the comments or continue writing.
But unexpectedly, the author who abandoned his work online had now become a real eunuch!
Tears welled in Li Xiaomin's eyes as he thought blankly, "Oh God, does this mean that once you're an eunuch, you're a eunuch for life? Alas, I regret it so much. I shouldn't have been so heartless as to abandon that book; now I'm in this state. I truly regret it!"
Staring blankly at the wall, almost delirious, Li Xiaomin muttered to himself, "To all the authors who publish online, please look to my example! Don't repeat my mistakes!"
Li Xiaomin lowered his head, carefully cleaning Yunfei's room, striving to make it spotless.
A faint, alluring fragrance permeated the room. But Li Xiaomin's heart was now as still as a withered tree, completely unmoved by temptation. Such powerful willpower would even make a martial arts master with years of training bow down in admiration.
However, being unmoved by temptation didn't mean his mind was at peace. At this moment, a torrent of tragic tears was flowing through his heart, the pain almost tearing his chest in two.
He never dreamed that reading novels online would lead to such a miserable end. Was reading novels going against the will of heaven, inevitably incurring retribution?
In his heart, he had cursed the literary websites he frequented countless times, from the server operators to the old lady cleaning the website's office, he had viciously cursed them all, wishing them all to be impotent, to taste the same pain he had suffered!
Li Xiaomin cursed for several days while working in Yunfei's room. Only when he himself became numb with cursing did he turn his wrath upon the authors.
At first, he cursed authors of alternate history novels, especially the author of the one he had read before coming here. Later, he cursed every author he knew and didn't know, whether they wrote fantasy or prose, as long as they had published works on that website. In his mind, they were all "victorious in the martial arts world" tens of thousands of times.
When all the authors were cursed, Li Xiaomin looked for a new target, this time the readers of the novel website.
In his mind, he cursed each reader he knew one by one, and then cursed those he didn't know, from the crazy posters in the comment section to the long-lost submarines. Everyone received his sincere blessings until he remembered that he was one of them. Only then did he stop cursing and concentrate on his work.
Overall, life in the palace was not bad. Although the food was simple, he could eat his fill, which was rare in this chaotic world of warring states. The inconvenience of going to the toilet every day made Li Xiaomin want to smash his head against the palace wall.
But better to live than die, so Li Xiaomin wiped away his tears and stubbornly stayed alive. Even if he had to die, he wanted to wander around the palace to his heart's content and see all the novelties before he died. Putting everything
else aside, the beauties in the palace truly left him speechless. Now he truly believed that he was in an alternate world, not in ancient China. Otherwise, he couldn't believe that any dynasty would have so many beauties gathered in the imperial palace. Just thinking about the photos of the beauties of the Qing Dynasty harem that he had seen before made him feel nauseous and cold, rising in his stomach and back.
Tragically, he could only look but not touch, and he couldn't even fantasize about it. Because he lacked the support of a strong material foundation, every time Li Xiaomin thought of the actual scenes, tears would stream down his face, but he could only swallow them down.
He took a rag and, lost in thought, wiped this and that in Consort Yun's boudoir, cleaning the tables, chairs, and dressing table until they were spotless.
This was a rule set by Consort Yun: the dust in the room had to be wiped clean before she got up, so that she would wake up to a refreshing environment.
Li Xiaomin was thinking this when he suddenly heard a languid call: "Xiaominzi, help me get up!"
Li Xiaomin snapped out of his reverie, hurriedly dropped the rag, wiped his hands clean, and ran to Consort Yun's bedside to serve her.
The curtains were lifted, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face, exuding languid charm. At the same time, her half-naked body was also exposed. Consort Yun, wearing only a bodice, sat on the bed, wrapped in the quilt. Her smooth, jade-like shoulders and snow-white breasts almost stole Li Xiaomin's soul. This picture of a beautiful woman in spring slumber was endlessly captivating.
Most concubines were only helped by palace maids to dress and get up, but Consort Yun was bold, insisting that Li Xiaomin help her dress. Li Xiaomin didn't hold back, his eyes scanning Consort Yun's body from head to toe, indulging in a moment of pleasure. Although he couldn't actually have her, satisfying his craving was still quite enjoyable.
Consort Yun's figure was incredibly alluring; in Li Xiaomin's eyes, even a devil's figure couldn't compare. As he thought this, he picked up a garment hanging on the bedside rack and carefully draped it over Consort Yun's smooth, white shoulders, secretly swallowing hard.
Consort Yun raised her jade-like hand to her cherry lips, yawned lazily, then turned her head, smiling at the fourteen or fifteen-year-old eunuch beside the bed.
To her, this young eunuch was incredibly bold. Other eunuchs standing by the bed would have been terrified, too scared to even look up. This little eunuch, so precocious, dared to peep at her body—it was quite amusing.
At that moment, Li Xiaomin was staring intently at her exposed, snow-white breasts beneath her bright red bodice, his head spinning, his heart pounding, and his nose almost bleeding profusely. Suddenly, he saw a delicate hand gently tug at the bodice, pulling it down slightly, revealing a bright red cherry. His eyes widened in shock, a deafening roar filling his mind, leaving him reeling.
To be honest, although he was an adult, Li Xiaomin had been a virgin in his previous life, so he rarely had the chance to see a beautiful woman's breasts so closely, especially one with such a stunning figure. No wonder he was so shocked.
Yunfei looked at him with a grin, and seeing a little blood seeping from his nostrils, she became even more curious. She had never expected him to react this way.
She scrutinized Li Xiaomin for a while, and seeing that he was still staring intently at her breasts, she couldn't help but laugh and ask, "Is it pretty?"
Li Xiaomin nodded hastily, his mind already wandering, forgetting even who asked the question.
Seeing the longing look on that handsome face, the bold and unrestrained Yunfei felt a surge of shyness. She hurriedly pulled up her bodice and scolded, "You little pervert, have you seen enough? Hurry up and help me get up!"
Li Xiaomin then came to his senses, breaking out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly helped Yunfei put on her gorgeous robe, but couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation to touch her, pretending to accidentally brush against her snow-white skin, his heart pounding wildly as if it would jump out of his chest.
Yunfei's eyes were slightly closed, enjoying his hands' inappropriate touches on her body. A subtle feeling rose in her heart, and her heart began to pound wildly. She was both surprised and ashamed, astonished by the young eunuch's boldness, yet unwilling to let him stop. She could only pant softly as he dressed her.
Li Xiaomin's hands carefully tied Yunfei's belt, touching her slender, boneless waist. Pretending to adjust her clothes, he slid his hand upwards, lightly touching her breasts with the back of his hand, feeling their soft and elastic texture. His pupils involuntarily dilated rapidly, then returned to normal. He carefully dressed her, not daring to be too forward, lest his blood boil and he do something he shouldn't.
But what else could he do? Thinking of this, Li Xiaomin felt a deep sorrow well up inside him, almost causing him to burst into tears.
Suddenly, Consort Yun reached out and hugged him tightly, pressing his head against her soft breasts. She giggled, "Is this what you want?"
Because of Consort Yun's unusual eccentricities, no maids were left in the room; only she and Li Xiaomin were present. Caught off guard, Li Xiaomin's face was pressed against Consort Yun's soft breasts, almost breathless. He was stunned by her bold action, his mind reeling.
Consort Yun looked down at the boy, six or seven years younger than her, her heart pounding. A strange feeling began to rise within her.
She had never done this to anyone else. Even in the presence of the Emperor, despite her naturally willful nature, she dared not be presumptuous, always trembling with fear, no different from the other concubines. And since the Emperor hadn't visited for several years, the eunuchs were terrified of her, and no one dared approach her or take advantage of her.
Therefore, Xiaomin was the first man she had ever embraced so tightly.
"A man?" Consort Yun frowned, cupping Li Xiaomin's face in her jade-like hands. Looking at his fair, handsome features, a strong sense of disgust welled up within her.
What kind of man was this little eunuch, daring to take advantage of her! Thinking this, Consort Yun's anger flared, and she slapped Li Xiaomin hard across the face, shouting, "You dog of a servant! Don't you know your place? How dare you, a toad lusting after a swan!"
Li Xiaomin was stunned by the slap, collapsing to the ground, staring blankly at the stunningly beautiful woman sitting on the bed, glaring at him like an angry goddess.
After a long while, he finally came to his senses. A surge of intense grief and indignation rushed up from the bottom of his heart. Li Xiaomin covered his face, crying loudly, and ran out, disappearing in an instant.
One thing he hadn't considered: at this moment, his personality was still influenced by the little eunuch whose body he had possessed; he was easily swayed by tears and ran away.
Consort Yun stared blankly as he ran away crying. Suddenly, a strong sense of regret washed over her. She jumped out of bed, ran barefoot to the door, and called out, "Xiao Minzi! Xiao Minzi! Come back!"
She called several times, but there was no sign of Li Xiaomin. Only a few palace maids who served her stood in the courtyard, staring blankly at the disheveled Consort Yun.
Consort Yun blushed and ordered, "Lan'er, go and bring him back!"
Lan'er responded blankly, not daring to linger, and ran out of the courtyard, searching everywhere for any trace of Li Xiaomin's escape.
Li Xiaomin wept, running wildly through the palace, his heart filled with grief and anger, wishing he could die immediately.
This was the inner palace, where no guards patrolled. Because it was still early, and no eunuchs or palace maids passed by, no one saw the young eunuch, filled with sorrow, running and weeping along the road.
"I'd rather be dead, I'd rather be dead!" Li Xiaomin muttered, crying as he ran, tears streaming down his face and chest like broken beads.
What was there to endure in this world? He'd rather just kill himself than suffer this endless torment!
He knew that from the moment he came into this world, he was no longer Li Xiaomin, but a eunuch named Xiaominzi!
Xiaominzi wept bitterly, wanting only to reach the Emperor's Hall one last time, to catch a glimpse of the dragon throne, and then smash his head against the jade steps, using his death to denounce the wicked old society where people ate and oppressed each other!
But when he reached the palace gate, Li Xiaomin stopped: there were more than a dozen guards there, each armed with swords. If he ran over, he would be captured in the blink of an eye, and might even be tortured and interrogated about his plot to escape the palace. That would truly be worse than death.
Li Xiaomin walked back dejectedly, pondering ways to end his life. Unconsciously, he veered off course and wandered into a dense forest within the inner courtyard of the palace.
He heard a sobbing sound nearby, which stirred his thoughts. Li Xiaomin whimpered a couple of times himself, then looked up and saw a girl of about twelve or thirteen, dressed in palace attire, sitting in the forest, weeping. He went over and asked, "Little sister, what's wrong?"
The girl looked up, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face, her expression full of surprise. She stammered, "You...can you see me?"
Li Xiaomin had only intended to help others and do some good deeds before his death, but hearing this, he was furious and shouted, "Nonsense! If I can't see you, are you talking to a ghost? Are you trying to fool me?"
The girl, agitated, stood up and grabbed him, her voice trembling, "You...you really can see me!"
Her slender, pale hand, as it touched Li Xiaomin's shoulder, suddenly passed right through him, as if piercing through a thin mist.
Li Xiaomin, filled with rage and about to unleash another torrent of abuse, suddenly witnessed this scene. His words were abruptly cut off; he stared blankly at the girl, his hand involuntarily reaching out to touch her slightly protruding breasts.
His hand easily pierced through her chest, reaching all the way to her back. Seeing his own hand appear behind her shoulder, Li Xiaomin was dumbfounded.
He leaped back, staring at the petite girl, and cried out in alarm, "You, you're a ghost!"
The dense forest was dark, and no one else was around. Looking at the girl radiating an eerie aura, cold sweat poured down Li Xiaomin's forehead.
He stared blankly at the stunningly beautiful girl, as if seeing his own little brother again, his head spinning, almost fainting again.
Two crystal tears instantly streamed down the girl's fair and beautiful face. She nodded vigorously, choking back sobs, unable to speak.
Li Xiaomin, hiding behind the tree, was terrified for a moment. Then he thought, he was also destined to become a ghost, and had already experienced a strange time-space travel; seeing another ghost wasn't unusual. He stepped out from behind the tree, dejectedly saying, "Hey, what do you want? Looking for a scapegoat?"
The girl, her face flushed with emotion, covered her face and cried for a while, barely managing to suppress her excitement, shaking her head, "No, I've been here for three hundred years!"
Li Xiaomin walked over, found a thick, dry branch, and sat down, sighing, "Sit down and talk, standing is tiring."
The girl obediently sat down beside him and carefully recounted her origins.

Chapter Two of the First Episode: The Heavenly Book

"I was originally a princess of the previous dynasty..." That's what she started with.
Even though he was determined to die, Li Xiaomin was still startled. He turned and looked her up and down. Sure enough, her attire was different from Consort Yun's and the palace maids', appearing more luxurious. Her appearance was also exceptionally beautiful. Although still young, she was already a clear beauty, worthy of her princess title, and much more pleasing to the eye than some European royal princesses he had seen in photographs.
This girl, though a princess, was not a princess of the Tang Dynasty, but a princess of the former Great Wu Dynasty, nicknamed You'er. She had been granted the title of Princess Lingbao. The Wu Kingdom had been destroyed three hundred years ago by Li Zhihao, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who had rebelled.
You'er wasn't killed by the mutinous soldiers when the city fell, but had died of illness three years before the fall of her kingdom. While
it was said to be an illness, she was actually poisoned by a favored concubine who was hostile to her mother. Because of her ingenious method, no one could see through it, and even if they did, no one dared to speak of it.
Because she was a wronged ghost, she was bound to this place, unable to escape. When the Tang army stormed the city, the mutinous soldiers burned down her palace. Later, although the Tang emperor built new palaces, he did not build any more here, but instead planted a forest. You'er stayed in this dense forest for three hundred years.
For three hundred years, she remained in the forest, unable to stop her from weeping. Sometimes, in the darkness, her cries could be heard, frightening the palace maids and eunuchs. It was said that there were ghosts here, and they dared not approach.
Li Xiaomin listened to her for so long, but still hadn't gotten to the point, so he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you waiting for me here?"
You'er nodded and said, "In the second year after my death, an immortal passed by this place and gave me a book, instructing me to give it to someone who could see me, saying that he could save me from my suffering. Therefore, I waited here, just to wait for you, young master, for three hundred years!"
Looking at her eager gaze, Li Xiaomin felt uneasy. The princess addressed the eunuch as "Young Master," how unusual!
He sighed and asked listlessly, "Where is that book?"
You'er pointed to a small mound in the distance and said, "It's right behind there. The Taoist priest buried that book underground, and that spot still radiates golden light. Other ghosts dare not approach it; they were so frightened that they fled the forest. Only I can stay here. These three hundred years have been so lonely!"
Seeing her pitiful, tearful appearance, Li Xiaomin couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat and murmured, "We are both wanderers in this world; why should we need to have known each other before?"
He went over and, following You'er's directions, began digging in that spot. The tool he used was a small shovel that You'er had told him about—a shovel left behind by a eunuch who had heard her crying in the forest long ago and fled in fear.
After digging for a long time, a large pit finally appeared. Li Xiaomin was exhausted, his back aching. Standing in the pit, he turned to You'er and asked, "Why isn't it here yet? You wouldn't be thinking of making me dig a pit and bury myself so I can be your substitute and let you reincarnate, would you?"
You'er was terrified and shook her head repeatedly, crying out, "Young Master, what are you saying? Even if my soul were to be scattered, I wouldn't dare to have such a wicked thought! It's just that the Immortal Master knows there will be war in this area, and you, Young Master, are the one who has been appointed by Heaven, if..." "Without obtaining this celestial book, it's impossible to achieve great things. Therefore, it was buried quite deep to avoid being discovered when people demolish houses or plant trees."
Li Xiaomin asked curiously, "Aren't you a princess? Why do you refer to yourself as a servant?"
You'er blushed and lowered her head, murmuring, "It was that immortal who said that you, young master, are born with noble qualities and can achieve great things after learning that celestial book. If I can stay by your side, I will surely cultivate the Great Dao and become a ghost immortal. Therefore, I must serve you carefully and without fail."
"A princess serving a eunuch? That's interesting!" Li Xiaomin muttered to himself, then suddenly remembered something important and was startled. He turned to You'er and urgently asked, "Does that heavenly book mention how to cultivate a penis?"
You'er paused, not quite understanding what he was saying, but still replied, "The immortal said that after cultivating that heavenly book, one can reshape their body, and even a crippled body can be restored to its original state; if one cultivates the Great Dao, one can be omnipotent, able to traverse heaven and earth!" Before
she could say another word, Li Xiaomin had already picked up a shovel and started digging frantically into the ground, his movements swift and fierce, no less than a modern excavator.
Until, with a "clang," the shovel hit something. Li Xiaomin trembled and lunged forward, frantically digging with both hands until he finally unearthed a small box, still locked, and already rusted.
Li Xiaomin hugged the box, hurriedly climbed out of the pit, put it on the ground, and without caring about the key, raised the shovel and slammed it heavily onto the rusty lock.
With his frantic smashing, the rusty lock broke and fell to the ground in no time.
Li Xiaomin pounced on it, quickly opened the box, his heart pounding, holding it as if it were his most precious little brother.
Inside the box were a book, a pill, and a few other miscellaneous items. Ignoring the others, Li Xiaomin picked up the book, turned a page, and was immediately met with a blinding golden light. He instinctively closed his eyes.
You'er screamed, hiding behind Li Xiaomin, trembling, and stammered, "What terrifying divine light!"
Only she possessed such resistance; any other ghost would have been annihilated by the golden light. This was why she was the only ghost living in this dense forest; the others had long since fled, frightened by the faint golden light emanating from the ground at night. What ghost would dare stay in such a dangerous place?
After the intense light subsided, Li Xiaomin lowered his head and began to read carefully. I'd heard that celestial books were incredibly difficult to read, but this one was alright. Although I couldn't quite understand the ancient characters written
with a brush, I could manage to decipher most of it by guessing and inferring. According to the book, it was originally a record of the immortal arts of Laozi (Li Er) and his junior brother, the Tongtian Jiaozhu, passed down by their disciples and given to those with the right affinity. One day, an emperor would use this to prosper the Li family, venerating Li Er as the Supreme Ancestor, allowing the brilliance of Taoism to spread to every corner the sun shines upon.
Li Xiaomin didn't care about that; he was only eagerly searching for a way to make his penis grow back. He skimmed through the book, reading ten lines at a time.
Halfway through, he finally found a few passages stating that if one practiced according to the methods described in the book, upon initial success, one could reshape injured limbs; upon reaching the Great Perfection, one would possess immense supernatural powers…
As for how these supernatural powers would manifest, Li Xiaomin no longer cared. He just grinned widely, almost fainting with happiness.
After he had finished laughing, You'er carefully peeked out from behind him and whispered, "Young Master, the Immortal Master also said that the elixir was prepared for you. If you take it and cultivate according to the cultivation method written in the Heavenly Book, it will have miraculous effects."
Li Xiaomin was overjoyed. He picked up the pill from the box, about to swallow it, but then stopped. He flipped to the beginning of the book, found the introductory method of cultivation, and studied it carefully for a long time until it was imprinted in his mind before finally putting the elixir into his mouth.
The moment it entered his stomach, the elixir transformed into a warm current that flowed throughout his body. Li Xiaomin dared not be negligent
. He sat cross-legged, facing upwards, guiding the warm current through his meridians. After several cycles, Li Xiaomin opened his eyes and stood up, feeling a powerful force surging through his body, as if it were about to burst forth.
He swung his hand, striking a nearby tree with a loud bang. The small tree, about the thickness of a fist, snapped in two and fell with a crash.
Li Xiaomin's right hand also throbbed with pain, but his overwhelming joy overwhelmed the agony. Ignoring everything else, he hurriedly pulled down his pants, looking hopefully between his legs, only to find tears streaming down his face: it was still the same, without any improvement whatsoever!
You'er was so ashamed of his outrageous behavior that she covered her face and stammered, "Young Master, quickly put on your clothes, it's so embarrassing!"
Li Xiaomin pulled up his pants, his face resolute, gritted his teeth, and wiped away his tears. He knew that he had only just begun his cultivation journey and would need a long and arduous process to reshape his limbs.
But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Li Xiaomin was determined to keep going; it was far better than facing utter darkness and having no choice but to end his life.
After consuming the elixir, Li Xiaomin's hearing and eyesight improved significantly. He faintly heard someone calling in the distance, "Xiaominzi, Brother Xiaominzi! Where are you?"
Li Xiaomin listened intently and recognized Lan'er's voice. He turned to You'er and said, "I'm going back now. Are you still staying here?"
You'er blushed and stammered, "Now that you have obtained the Heavenly Book, I am free. Wherever you go, I will follow you."
Li Xiaomin was pleased; perhaps there were still things in the book he wanted to ask her. So he led her out of the dense forest.
On the path by the forest edge, Lan'er was calling out softly, anxiously searching for Xiaominzi, but dared not shout loudly for fear of being scolded.
Upon seeing Li Xiaomin emerge from the woods, Lan'er was overjoyed. She rushed forward, grabbing his sleeve and exclaiming, "Good brother, I've finally found you! I was so worried!"
Li Xiaomin laughed, "What's the rush? I'm fine, aren't I?" Inwardly, however, he wiped a cold sweat from his brow. If it weren't for You'er, he might have already drowned himself in the lake. He turned and gave You'er a grateful look.
Lan'er followed his gaze, but the area was empty. Curious, she asked, "Brother Xiaomin, what are you looking at?"
Knowing he was the only one who could see You'er, Li Xiaomin quickly covered up, saying, "Nothing, let's hurry back!"
They were already in a secluded corner of the palace. The two walked along a small path, passing a large, towering artificial hill. Li Xiaomin, using his superhuman hearing, suddenly heard moaning sounds coming from inside the hill.
Having never had such powerful hearing before, he wasn't sure if he'd misheard. He turned around and walked through the path between the hills, only to witness a sensual scene!
A man dressed in eunuch's robes, appearing to be in his twenties or thirties, with a pale face and no beard, was embracing and caressing a voluptuous palace maid.
The maid's clothes were half-undone, revealing her naked upper body. Lying in the eunuch's arms, she moaned softly, her face flushed red from his touch, her body involuntarily writhing.
Lan'er was walking outside when she suddenly noticed Xiaominzi was gone. She turned around and saw him enter the passageway among the artificial hills. She followed, and upon seeing the scene, screamed in fright.
Li Xiaomin, hidden in the shadows, was watching intently when he suddenly heard a scream behind him. He knew something was wrong, turned around, grabbed Lan'er, and covered her mouth to stop her from crying out.
Seeing the embarrassing scene before her, and being held in Xiaominzi's arms, Lan'er couldn't help but struggle slightly, feeling both ashamed and afraid.
Li Xiaomin hugged her soft, fragrant body tightly, his heart racing as her increasingly mature form rubbed against him. He could only cover her mouth, bringing his lips close to her ear and whispering, "Don't scream. It'll be troublesome if they find out!"
Lan'er stopped struggling, and Li Xiaomin breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the smooth texture in his palm, his heart fluttered. He lowered his head and gently kissed her jade-like neck.
Lan'er let out a soft cry, her jade-like neck blushing slightly with embarrassment. Her whole body felt tingly, and she felt weak all over, wanting only to lean against Li Xiaomin's chest, unwilling to move any further.
Seeing her like this, Li Xiaomin was both surprised and delighted. He carefully placed his hand on her soft breasts, and was about to take another step when he suddenly heard footsteps. The eunuch who had been stealing a kiss had already rolled up his sleeves and walked over, glaring angrily at the two of them, and muttered, "Where did this little bastard come from, daring to ruin my good time!"
At this moment, the plump palace maid had already sobered up from her excitement of the affair, hurriedly straightening her clothes and looking over from a distance. She was not particularly beautiful, just an ordinary-looking woman.
Li Xiaomin thought to himself, "Brother, if you want to have an affair, at least find a pretty girl! This lady is at least thirty, and so plump, and you still want her? I really admire your good appetite!"
The eunuch seemed to have heard his thoughts, glared at him angrily, and cursed viciously, "Get as far away as you can, don't let me see you two little beasts again!"
Hearing his vulgar words, Li Xiaomin was furious!
自己本来是一个堂堂正正的现代人，却莫名其妙地来到了古代，不但丢掉了男人最重要的东西，还要受古时的美女打骂羞辱，早就闷了一肚子火气，现在再挨了这一顿臭骂，就是再好脾气也忍不住，当即抬起腿来，照着那个太监就是狠狠一脚！
这一脚，便似狂龙出洞，砰地一声，结结实实踹在太监的肚子上。那太监霎时被踹得蹬蹬蹬倒退了数步，一屁股坐在地上，痛得叫苦连天。
既然已经动手，就要打个痛快。李小民放开怀中惊呆的美少女，大步上前，逮住那个大太监就是一顿狠揍，打得他叫苦连天，泪流满面，虽是连声哀告，也阻止不了怒火冲天的李小民的拳脚。
这当口，那个胖宫女却扑了过来，跪在地上，抱住李小民的大腿苦苦哀求，只求李小民放了她的情人。
Li Xiaomin's anger subsided slightly. Looking down, he saw the head eunuch lying on the ground, half-dead and groaning in pain. Only then did he feel relieved. Fortunately, Li Xiaomin's attack was precise; he hadn't struck the eunuch's face, preventing him from being covered in bruises and looking like a pig's head.
Li Xiaomin found a rock to sit on, beckoned Lan'er to stand beside him, and coldly demanded of the two men, "What were you doing just now?"
He knew the answer already, but he truly couldn't understand how a eunuch could have the power to bully a palace maid. Could it be that this eunuch was also an outsider who had infiltrated the palace?
The eunuch had already gotten up from the ground, both shocked and frightened. He had initially thought that these two were young and wanted to beat them up to vent his anger, but he hadn't expected this ten-year-old eunuch to be so ruthless and much stronger than him. He didn't dare to ask the head eunuch in charge to intervene, so this beating was for nothing.
Having been severely beaten, he became much more obedient. Seeing Li Xiaomin's malicious gaze sweep over him, he blushed and hurriedly bowed, forcing a smile, "Young Master, if you ask, I will certainly tell you. We are...we are...eating each other!"
Li Xiaomin was startled and pressed, "What is 'eating each other'? Does it mean we eat each other while hugging?"
The eunuch waved his hands repeatedly, a bitter smile on his face, and said, "It's that... we eunuchs and the palace beauties, we... we satisfy each other!"
Li Xiaomin asked curiously, "You have that function? Can you satisfy a woman?"
The eunuch blushed but dared not argue, only explaining, "Although I don't have... that, I still have my tongue and fingers, very nimble!"
As he spoke, he raised his hands, stuck out his tongue, and proudly showed him his two treasures that he was so proud of.
Lan'er and You'er, who were watching the commotion, stared wide-eyed, not understanding what he meant, while the plump palace maid blushed deeply and covered her face with her sleeve.
Li Xiaomin then understood and began to feel sorry for the two men.
Living deep in the palace, where they couldn't even see a normal man, it was inevitable that eunuchs and palace maids would comfort each other and satisfy their hungry souls.
If he didn't have magical powers to protect him, would he also be like them, relying on this to relieve his boredom for the rest of his life?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder. He lost interest in taking his anger out on the two of them, listlessly waved his hand, and let them go.
The two, as if granted a reprieve, helped each other up and hurriedly ran away.
Li Xiaomin sat there blankly for a while, then turned his head and saw Lan'er still standing beside him, blushing. A sudden impulse struck him, and he reached out and embraced her slender waist.
Lan'er cried out in surprise, caught off guard, as Li Xiaomin swept her up and carried her into a hidden cave within the towering artificial hill.
Holding the beautiful girl's delicate body, inhaling her virgin fragrance, Li Xiaomin's heart pounded wildly. He had never had such intimate contact with a woman before, and now that he had the opportunity, he was naturally excited.
Lan'er gasped softly, her delicate hands gently pushing against Li Xiaomin's chest. She looked at him with surprise and fear, whispering, "Brother Xiaomin, what are you doing?"
Before she could finish, Xiaomin's soft lips covered hers, silencing her.
Li Xiaomin gently kissed her soft, fragrant lips, sucking the sweet saliva from the beautiful girl's mouth, his mind drifting, lost in a daze.
Lan'er was also experiencing something like this for the first time, both shocked and frightened, letting out soft moans. Their lips met, their tongues intertwining as Li Xiaomin's soft tongue entered her mouth. A wave of dizziness washed over her, her body went limp, and if Li Xiaomin hadn't held her tightly around the waist, she would have collapsed to the ground.
The two kissed for a long time before their lips finally parted. Lan'er looked at Li Xiaomin with watery eyes and whispered, "Good brother, are we... 'mutually engaged'?"
Li Xiaomin was taken aback, not expecting her to be so perceptive. He nodded, looking at the beautiful girl in his arms with a little nervousness.
Lan'er smiled and said shyly, "Lan'er likes it, with brother... like this!"
Li Xiaomin was overjoyed and hugged Lan'er, kissing her passionately again. His hands began to roam freely over Lan'er's body, making her pant softly, her jade cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed.
Having lived in the palace for so long, she was not very knowledgeable about matters between men and women, but she still had some curiosity and longing. She had heard stories of eunuchs and palace maids having affairs, and she herself was curious and wanted to find one. She happened to meet a handsome eunuch like Xiaominzi, with whom she shared a deep connection. He kissed her, held her, making her heart flutter. She felt an indescribable mix of emotions and couldn't bear to let him go, clinging tightly to him, her delicate hands unable to resist groping him.
Li Xiaomin, with a compassionate heart, tried to satisfy the young girl's curiosity and longing for love, until her hand moved towards his lower body. Only then did he realize his mistake, pulling her hand away, overwhelmed with shame. He knew he was disabled and couldn't let her touch him so casually, lest his "male" pride suffer a fatal blow.
Suddenly, Lan'er cried out, "Oh dear, we've been out for so long! Her Majesty must be getting impatient!"
Afraid of being scolded or punished by Consort Yun, she straightened her clothes, pulled Li Xiaomin out of the artificial cave, and ran towards Consort Yun's palace.
Consort Yun stood in the palace, her mind in turmoil. She wondered if the little eunuch who had run out crying had gotten into trouble. After a while, she herself felt strange: "That little eunuch is just a bit handsome and a bit lecherous, nothing special. Why am I so worried about him?"
Just then, she saw the two of them return, and she felt relieved, but she didn't show it. She sneered, glared at Li Xiaomin, and said coldly, "Hurry up and clean the room. If you don't clean it properly, you won't eat today!" Seeing
this beautiful woman so cold and heartless, Li Xiaomin was furious. He wanted to go up and teach her a lesson, but when he thought of the many guards outside the palace, he couldn't help but feel scared. He could only lower his head and think to himself, "I'll let you drag me now. Later, when I've mastered my immortal arts and developed my penis, I'll definitely rape you to death!"
Lan'er knelt down and agreed. When she turned around and saw Li Xiaomin still standing there, she was frightened and quickly grabbed his sleeve, pulling him down to kneel with her.
Li Xiaomin now knew a bit about the palace rules, but he had no choice but to kneel before the willful beauty. Feeling even more frustrated, he could only console himself: "It's nothing, just think of it as me kneeling before my wife!"
After a long day of work in the palace, Li Xiaomin dragged his tired body back to his hut.
He lay down to rest on his bed, while a beautiful girl dressed as a princess sat cross-legged beside him, her face full of curiosity, chatting with him casually.
You'er had been in the dense forest for three hundred years and knew little about the outside world, finding everything fascinating and asking all sorts of questions. Li Xiaomin didn't know much more than her, and after answering for a while, he grew impatient, took out the book, and began cultivating according to the methods described.
Seeing him cultivating cross-legged on the bed, You'er dared not say anything, only sitting beside him, watching him with hopeful eyes, hoping he could cultivate immortal techniques and help her also cultivate a ghost immortal body, thus escaping the suffering of reincarnation.
Feeling the warm current circulating through his meridians for several cycles, Li Xiaomin opened his eyes. He found his vision was getting better and better; even in a dark room, he could see everything clearly, down to the smallest detail.
Sitting on the bed beside him was a beautiful young woman with an elegant and refined appearance. Li Xiaomin's heart stirred, and he reached out to hug her, but grasped only empty air. He couldn't help but sigh softly and asked, "You'er, when will you have a true form?"
You'er smiled and said, "As long as you, young master, cultivate immortal arts, you can use immortal techniques to strengthen my soul, and then I will have a physical body."
"When that immortal gave you the book, did he tell you how to cultivate immortal arts quickly and successfully?"
You'er thought for a moment and said, "When the immortal gave me the book, he said that the person who obtains the book is destined by heaven and will surely accomplish great things, but according to the Heavenly Dao's observation, the person who obtains the book is probably born with an imbalance of yin and yang, and must be intimate with women to maintain the balance of yin and yang within the body in order to quickly cultivate immortal arts." In
fact, Li Xiaomin had already guessed this to some extent, because the latter part of that heavenly book was filled with pages of erotic illustrations, explaining how to use women as a furnace to coordinate with the flow of true qi within the body, cultivate the yin and yang qi within the body, and refine yin and yang with women, extracting lead and refining mercury, in order to achieve the Great Dao. Moreover, the more noble the woman used as a cultivation vessel, the more auspicious energy she would receive in this auspicious palace, which would be more helpful for his cultivation to achieve immortality.
Li Xiaomin lowered his head, thinking that he was a eunuch and had no right to be intimate with women. He felt discouraged, but then he suddenly thought, "Didn't the beginning of that book describe a method of dual cultivation with women without intercourse? Presumably, as long as I practice enough, once my body is reshaped, I can practice the later dual cultivation techniques!" He became happy again.
While talking to You'er, he suddenly heard the door creak open and someone pushed it open. Looking up, he saw Lan'er, her face flushed, fiddling with the hem of her clothes, and she said softly, "Brother Xiaomin, you called me, so I came."
Li Xiaomin was overjoyed. He jumped out of bed, rushed forward, and hugged her. He closed the door behind him and carried her soft, warm body toward the bed, secretly delighted: "Holding her in my arms feels so different. You'er is beautiful, but I can only look at her, not touch her. In that respect, she's not as good as Lan'er!"
He was eager to test the dual cultivation method described in the first half of the Heavenly Book, so he carried Lan'er to the bed. Ignoring You'er's curious observation, he climbed onto the bed himself, lying on top of Lan'er's soft body. His slender frame covered Lan'er's delicate form, and he lowered his head, pressing his lips to Lan'er's cherry lips.
His tongue, slightly protruding, entered Lan'er's lips, gently pressing against her smooth, fragrant tongue. Li Xiaomin circulated his inner energy, feeling it flow from the tip of his tongue into Lan'er's mouth, then along her tongue, into her body, circulating once before returning to his own. The energy had a slightly cool, indescribably gentle quality, making Li Xiaomin feel completely comfortable, as if he were floating.
Lan'er, however, didn't feel any inner energy, only that Xiaomin was making her feel incredibly comfortable, and she couldn't help but moan softly, letting out a soft groan of pleasure.
After completing one cycle, Li Xiaomin rolled over and lay down beside her, resting for a while before pulling her into his arms and caressing her freely.
Lan'er lay obediently in his arms, her watery eyes gazing at him quietly, full of shyness, and asked softly, "Brother Xiaomin, does this count as us being lovers?"
Li Xiaomin was taken aback, then laughed, "Yes, we're being lovers!" Thinking about having such a beautiful palace maid as a lover, it wasn't bad at all.
Lan'er smiled and said, "Then if anything happens to me in the future, you'll protect me, right?"
Li Xiaomin nodded and said, "Of course! You're my woman. No matter what, I'll do my best to protect you and not let anyone bully you!"
As he said this, a surge of heroic spirit welled up within him. Although he was a eunuch, protecting the person he loved was a manifestation of the self-respect a eunuch should possess
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