After sorrowfully accepting the reality of transmigrating, He Lanzhi laid on the soft silken quilt and stared at the top of the crafted bed with blank eyes.
He was mourning.
Mourning the air-conditioning, computer, mobile phone from the information era that left him, mourning his easy transportation lifestyle in the modern days and mourning that before the nap he had received BL18prohibition porn manga.
Poor porn manga, before his master had the time to take a peek, he would remain forever on the desk, awaiting the fate of being buried in dust.
He Lanzhi laid on the as if possessed by a writer, muttering sadly. “Ade, my comics! Ade, my thirteen-spice crayfish! Ade…… hurt, hurt, hurt, bit an ulcer, wu, wu.”
He really wanted to ask what kind of evil had he done in his previous life to transmigrate into a prime minister full of ulcers. Even by reciting a bit of Mr. Lu Xun’s words, he could bite his mouth sore. Hurt till genuinely tears came out, making him look like the weak shou in bl works.
Thinking that there were less than four hours till the emperor came to the Prime Minister’s residence, He Lanzhi didn’t dare to remain laying on the bed lamenting, couldn’t but get up and identify his current situation.
First of all, it was understood that he had transmigrated a prime minister below one person, above millions (Akane: in the raws it says above 10000 people *too much*). With this identity background, it was no problem if one wanted to be life comfortably in ancient times.
Within these four hours, he had only to do one thing, that is, to understand the original Prime Minister as much as possible, and to imitate the original to meet the Lord.
As for the identity of those two naked man and woman that slept next to him before, that wasn’t of importance. As long as he dealt with the emperor, there would be time in the future to figure it out.
The aroma lingering in the room emanating from an exquisite copper incense burner on the soft low table. He Lanzhi with the help of his hand, walked slowly in the incense-rich bedroom, examined the room, and stopped upon the inconspicuous windowsill.
Fragments of light entered through the hollowed out carved window, shining on the exquisitely decorated enamel incense burner highlighting its intricate patterns, how could its dazzling be summed up in a word.
Even if it was He Lanzhi this kind of noob without any knowledge about craft appreciation, he could understand that this incense burner would be considered an excellent piece of collection no matter what dynasty/time. But, such a precious and luxurious incense burner was not being used nor being treasured, it was simply placed on the windowsill basking in the sun and accumulating dust.
What a waste!
Transmigrating into such a extravagant and tyrant prime minister, He Lanzhi didn’t know if it was fortunate or fortunate. The Prime Minister with both money and power ah, even if a mouth full of ulcer, he could endure it!
He Lanzhi had reached out his hand to dust off the enamel incense burner but noticed that a piece of solid wood was slightly recessed by the window. If one wasn’t carefully observing the details, it would have never attracted anybody’s attention.
Whether if it was based on intuition or common sense, he immediately understood the hidden mechanism but the question was, what was the use of setting up mechanisms in this place? If he had pushed that piece of wood, would he be shot by an arrow from who knows where?
He Lanzhi’s head started to ache.
Transmigrating into a lifestyle and place he was unfamiliar with, Ancient Times. He couldn’t call people in to take a look and stupidly ask, “What was the purpose of setting up this mechanism?”
The hidden mechanism inside the Prime Minister’s room, except the lord Prime Minister himself, who would know!
He Lanzhi just wanted to smack himself, your mother he hadn’t figure out what dynasty was now, he even didn’t know what the Prime Minsiter’s name or surname was, and here he was still worrying about the mechanism problem.
Wasn’t it just a hidden mechanism ma, push then push, if he was shot to death, there was the possibility of transmigrating back. Go back and brag, even could say that he had unlocked the “shot ♂ till transmigrating” achievement.
On the one hand, He Lanzhi was comforting himself while on the other he was bravely poking into the dent carefully.
After listening to the soft sounds of the mechanism’s activation, he quickly hugged his head and squatted down, curled himself into a ball under the window and only leaving an eye open to observe whether anything strange happened nearby.
After confirming that no concealed arrows were shot and no poison had been sprayed, He Lanzhi canceled his “danger hug head” (true words from the raws) mode, straightened his body and looked toward the place he had previously pushed.
Only to see that under the mechanism, a simple and unpretentious wooden concealed panel popped out, making it extremely incompatible with the magnificence and luxury that filled the entire room. And inside, a book with a dark blue cover laid rested silently.
On the book, two big letters were written: DIARY. (日记 in chinese so 2 letters)
Miscellaneous Garden 
Danm, He Lanzhi is f***ed.This diary better have something
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well…….stay tuned
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