Chapter 217: The Source of Inspiration Really Is Under the Bed
Chapter 217 The source of inspiration is indeed under the bed (first update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 217 The source of inspiration is indeed under the bed (first update)
At this moment, in the dead of night, Zhou Bangyan, who had been thinking hard for many days but had no inspiration, was very sad.
Sitting in front of the desk, holding a pen in his hand, most of the candles on the desk were already lit.
This made Zhou Bangyan, who was irritated in his heart, put down the brush in his hand and began to pace slowly in the room.
He has already received the news that it won't take long for the new song and dance drama "Autumn in the Palace of the Han Dynasty" arranged by the young scholar to be performed by Miss Shishi.
However, I have been back for so long and have visited many Goulan Pavilions, but I feel more and more depressed and find it difficult to have the inspiration to create.
Even staying overnight was starting to feel beyond her capabilities, but fortunately, those girls still admired her talents.
Just like at this moment, the red-sleeved girl who was lazily reclining on the bed, still unfinished, blinked her charming and watery eyes and looked at the Zhou family who looked too thin.
When his eyes looked at Zhou's overly shriveled body, he felt sympathy, surprise, and a little bit of resentment.
His expression also showed a bit of helplessness, but his spirit seemed very rich.
Not to mention the blink of an eye, even if you don't blink, you are sharing the same bed with the Zhou family, guarding your body like a jade, and it is as sweet as sweet cakes.
This is, of course, a true reflection of the heart of the red-sleeved girl. The firewood is a bit heavy, but a mosquito’s legs can squeeze out the oil, not to mention the Zhou master who has been famous all over the world for nearly 20 years.
The red-sleeved girl's greedy gaze, like a blood-sucking mosquito, made everyone in Zhou feel numb.
But he didn't dare to look back. He just walked around the house with his hands behind his back, thinking hard.
The time was too short, so everyone thought it was because they drank too much. Of course, it could also be because they entered the house at the wrong time today.
Also, although the girl’s figure is slim and graceful, it is slightly flawed in some places and lacks the smoothness and beauty that are a sure thing.
Another thing is that when I was enjoying singing and dancing outside, I was a little too excited, which caused me to show off at just one point.
Although there are many reasons, the problem is that many reasons have been used repeatedly these days. For this reason, just now everyone could only use new reasons because they felt inspired.
So much so that I was so excited that I wanted to get out of bed and start creating, which led to that and so on.
I will go find a doctor later and take a look. No matter what, I must not be so embarrassed again.
After all, as a Goulan romantic who has indulged in sex for decades, how could he be willing to have his reputation ruined and become the laughing stock of Goulan Palace because of his age?
Hmm... My thinking has gone astray again. I'd better think about it carefully and come up with some inspiration. I have to satisfy the red-sleeved girl who is still waiting for me on the bed right now, right?
The harder he thought and became anxious, the less inspired he became, which made Zhou Bangyan sigh sadly.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the house, and there seemed to be a reply entering the house.
The red-sleeved girl saw the Zhou family standing in front of them with their hands behind their backs, thinking hard, and their expressions suddenly changed, and they suddenly disappeared from sight.
"???" The red-sleeved girl blinked in confusion before sticking her head to the edge of the bed.
There was no one?! The girl with red sleeves turned pale, and her red lips lost all color. She let out a scream...
Could it be that all this today is just a dream? The Zhou people who have been mixing honey with me all day and night are actually ghosts?
"Miss, Miss, are you okay?" The maid who had woken up outside heard the exclamation from the lady's room. She shivered with fright and hurriedly knocked on the door.
Hearing the maid's voice coming from outside the house, Zhou Bangyan was so frightened that he crawled under the bed and reacted instantly.
This was not under Miss Shishi's bed, and the person who came was not the official of the Song Dynasty. He quickly crawled out from under the bed and raised his voice.
"It's okay, it's okay, go to bed quickly, your lady and I are okay..."
"Zhou, Zhou Lang...is he really you?"
The red-sleeved girl looked at Zhou Bangyan who had emerged from under the bed with a face full of panic, and her mind suddenly went into chaos.
Zhou Bangyan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and explained without blushing or heartbeat.
"Of course it's me. I sprained my foot just now and accidentally fell down and rolled under the bed."
"So that's it. I was so scared to death that I thought I was dreaming..."
The red-sleeved girl also raised her hands to wipe away the cold sweat from her cheeks, feeling very coquettish.
Her beautiful eyes were full of doubts. Since his ankle was sprained, why didn't it hurt after he stood up?
Looking at the dubious expression of the red-sleeved girl in front of her, she was the third woman who had witnessed her getting under the bed in a mess.
I thought about how I had just gotten out of control and got under the bed again in front of Miss Hongxiu. It was obvious that I had severed all ties with Miss Shishi, but why did I still have the habit of getting under the bed so subconsciously?
After this horse riding, will I still hang out in the Goulan Pavilion circle? The strong sense of shame hit me again, making Zhou Bangyan's mood fluctuate greatly.
I wish I could just pick up the waistband of my trousers that was untied on the side, throw it on the beam, and end it all in one fell swoop.
In the distance, the faint sound of silk and bamboo came, vague and dreamlike.
The sound of the watch happened to sound at this moment. It was beating in the middle of the night, and it seemed to be beating in the hearts of everyone in Zhou Dynasty.
After getting rid of his shameful mood, which was almost autistic, Zhou Bangyan's eyes lit up in an instant.
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, he rushed straight towards the table covered with white paper, then picked up his pen and began to write furiously on the table.
The red-sleeved girl, who was originally doubting whether the Zhou family were humans or ghosts, and was wondering why she didn't go to the temple to seek some magic weapons to suppress evil spirits, saw what the Zhou family did.
He couldn't help but stood up and walked to the side of Mr. Zhou with small steps.
When she saw the words everyone Zhou wrote on the rice paper and appeared in her sight, the charming and bright eyes of the red-sleeved girl suddenly shone brightly.
"The night is reminding me, the dust is exposed, the little song is dark in the secluded house..."
When I read the first sentence, the trembling and uneasy heart of the girl with red sleeves was already melting into the warm water.
His whole body seemed to have lost all support, and he leaned softly on the shoulders and back of Zhou Lang, who looked very skinny.
A pair of slender hands, as soft as boneless, gently massaged Zhou's shoulders. Her soft and sweet voice was sad and poignant. Listening to it, people couldn't help but feel swayed.
After getting under the bed of the brothel woman, Zhou Bangyan was once again inspired by the spark of inspiration. At this moment, he was concentrating on writing rapidly.
You must gather all your inspiration at the tip of your pen and let it out. No matter what, you must write a masterpiece and make Miss Shishi regret it.
Let her understand that even if I can't get into her, ah no... can't get into her bed, I can still write a masterpiece that will be sung by Tokyo Goulan Pavilion.