I'm writing a novel myself. In the serial, look at what I'm writing now

At night, people stopped moving forward. He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.
I drew back the curtains and the evil moon stared at me. I know my day has just begun.
I was born in the year 1783 (48th year of the Qianlong reign). I have three royal brothers, and I am the youngest. Unlike my royal brothers, I have never used my identity as a noble to dominate others. However, because of my different identity, I never had a friend. My childhood slowly faded away in the gray fog.
When he was 18 years old, a French envoy came to his house. I was deeply attracted to this foreigner with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a high nose bridge. His name was Reynolds. In the next few months, he frequently communicated with Reynolds. He told me about the history, civilization and romance of France. A year later, Mother fell seriously ill and unfortunately left me. It made me more solitary. One day, Renault suddenly told me that he was going back to France. I couldn't understand it for a moment. He invited me to go to France, and I agreed without thinking. Two days later, I left with him. After walking for about three months, Reynolds told me that he had left the country. I looked back with a little sadness and longing. Looking ahead, another power made me want to move forward, as if Mother was far ahead.
It had been a year since they landed in France. I fell in love with this modern city full of strange buildings at first sight. As soon as I arrived in Paris, King Louis VI invited me to the palace for a banquet and prepared several rooms for me in the palace to sleep, work, and study. Reynolds gave me a foreign name, Wester. For the next few weeks after I moved into the palace, I spent all my time doing my own thing. Finally, one day, he grew impatient. Without Reynolds accompanying him, under the protection of the royal guards, he walked out of the palace alone. The streets of Paris were as bustling as Beijing, with vendors lined up orderly on both sides of the road. The streets were filled with people. However, my different appearance and my innate noble temperament made me stand out from the crowd. Before I could remember the road signs, I was quickly squeezed into the sea of people. It was an ordinary day in France. For me, it was the beginning of 200 years. Walking in the crowd, he brushed shoulders with people coming and going countless times, but there would be a few people praying, turning around the street, and meeting again in the crowded air. The human wave gradually became smaller. He looked up at the sky and realized that it was already 12 o'clock in the afternoon. His stomach was already growling. Suddenly, a woman with pink rouge on her face was dragged into a very large and beautiful house. After entering, he realized that this might be a brothel in France. No matter what, he had to fill his stomach first. I ordered some food in my not-so-fluent French. After eating, he took out a few pieces of French currency, which was enough to buy these. When I walked out of the brothel, I saw a different scene than before. Everything was so familiar. Yes, I'm lost.
I followed the crowd, and gradually, the five people in front of me became three, and finally, it became a woman. She slowly turned around and said something to me. I think she was asking me why I was following her. I didn't make a sound. I just used my body to make some movements that seemed unfamiliar to everything around me. She seemed to understand what I meant and approached me to hold my hand. This was the first time I felt the charm of the opposite sex. Although there were many palace maids serving me in the past, this is the first time I've felt my heart beat so fast that I almost suffocated. In the evening, two foreign men and women who did not know each other ran wildly on the streets of Paris. We stopped in front of a building ten times bigger than a brothel. She pointed at it and motioned for me to enter. What I saw inside was a magnificent scene. It was purple-black in color, and the walls were filled with lights. There was a huge stage in front of it. There were a lot of people here. We found two seats and sat down. She seemed to be very familiar with this place. Not long after, the table was filled with delicious food. Then, she got up and smiled at me before walking to the back of the stage. About three minutes later, a woman walked out from the stage. That's right, it was her. Under the illumination of the colorful lights, she started singing. Later, I found out that she was a famous courtesan in Paris.

Answer 1

Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity. I'm very happy to be able to help you!

I can understand that you're writing a novel and provide you with some advice and inspiration. First of all, congratulations on starting writing! Writing is a very difficult and interesting job. It requires you to invest a lot of time and energy.

Before you start writing, you need to determine the theme and plot of the story and build the characters and scenes. You also need to consider the structure and rhythm of your novel so that readers can easily follow your story.

During the writing process, you can constantly modify and improve your novel until you think it has reached the level you want. Remember to maintain your inspiration and creativity as well as patience and perseverance.

Finally, I hope that you can continue to write and enjoy the fun and sense of accomplishment in the process. I believe that your novel will definitely become an excellent work!