Chapter 85 What if there is another inspiration under the bed?
Chapter 85 What if I have another inspiration under the bed?
Zhou Bangyan, who was riding on the donkey's back, finally landed on his feet with the help of his followers.
Sitting in the room arranged by the post house, rubbing his numb legs, Zhou Bangyan looked like he would rather die.
It had only been a while before Zhou Bangyan felt that he could no longer hold on any longer.
When he thought of the Lingnan land with rugged mountain roads, Zhou Bangyan couldn't help but his eyes turned red and he almost shed tears.
If I had known this that morning, after I wrote the song "Young Travel* and Knife Like Water", I should have kept it in a timely manner.
If this is the case, my dear friend will naturally not be able to see this masterpiece that will be remembered for generations to come.
And the officials would not get angry and kick themselves out of Tokyo to a poor place like Guangnan West Road.
Just when Zhou Bangyan was sighing, feeling regretful and upset, he personally brought the food and put it on the table.
"Sir, this is the food provided by the inn. Please use some first."
Looking at these tasteless meals, I thought about the many years I spent living in Tokyo, where I could have a drink with a beautiful lady who looked like a flower.
Think about Miss Shishi's bed. It's so clean, but at most there will be some dust between the beds.
The ones that were filled out were all mediocre works. How could such works catch the discernment of that talented and artistically accomplished official.
Coupled with the secret help from Miss Shishi, the official would not allow him to return to Beijing in a short time, so he must be able to get rid of being relegated to the Guangnan West Road in the poor mountains and rivers.
Gao Zhang grinned, with an indifferent expression on his face, showing that he loved everyone.
But soon, the good strategy from Xiao Gao described in Miss Shishi's letter finally made Zhou Bangyan shine.
"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you come and help me?"
Because there were cockroaches under the bed, Mr. Zhou was not willing to just lie down on the bed, so he simply slept at his desk all night.
As a result, I just got up excitedly and halfway up, I heard an oops and fell to the floor, leaning into the bottom of the bed.
Lying on the bed, in a daze, I heard the sound of rapid footsteps.
The house was full of smoke and fire inside and outside. Those who didn't know it thought that the kitchen in Gaofu's house had been moved, or that a house in the house was on fire.
Embarrassingly, he let his followers help him onto the bullock cart, and continued along the official road, staggering away into the distance...
I hope that I can create masterpieces that will be handed down for generations sooner, and I hope that I can return to Bianliang, Tokyo, where I can live in a state of drunkenness and dream...
Almost every time I have time, I go to the room where the ancestral tablets are placed, burn incense and make offerings to worship the ancestors.
Zhou Bangyan, who became more and more excited as he thought about it, couldn't help but snap at the table. In his excitement, he forgot that his legs were numb and weak from riding a donkey for several days.
I opened my eyes and saw the beautiful handwriting on the letter that was delivered to me.
After only a few blinks of time, Zhou Bangyan jumped out from under the bed at super speed.
"well……"
Gao Zhang felt warm-hearted and a little bit dumbfounded.
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A family of three sat together, and the old father Gao Qiu looked at the well-behaved, sensible, and extremely smart child prodigy son Gao Zhang in front of him, his eyes full of concern and expectation.
"That's all, go get some pen and ink. I'm going to fix a book right now. You can take it to the messenger..."
"Zhang'er, will the imperial examination be stressful?"
I don’t know if the ancestors of the Gao family will be overwhelmed by the large fish and meat offered during this period.
After letting out a long sigh, Zhou Bangyan looked at the not-so-new furnishings in the post house, as well as the beams, and the bed not far away... the bed?!
Zhou Bangyan quickly looked away and tried to think about it in his mind, but it was still useless.
This made Zhou Bangyan even more frustrated. He waved his hands dejectedly, sat down on the bed and lay down, taking his time first.
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Yes, the officials were angry with themselves because of that excellent song.
If I can write another good song, maybe I can really impress the talented official Zhao Ji.
Zhou Bangyan, who was dizzy after writing lyrics and had a headache, felt that he had no good inspiration at all.
Turning around, I looked at the bed in the room. Anyway, I was just trying it out. What if I got another inspiration under the bed?
The next moment, Zhou Bangyan, who had old arms and legs, quietly got under the bed with a very skillful gesture.
Unexpectedly, as I get older and have less energy, even inspiration seems to be getting less and less.
As a result, when he woke up the next day, Zhou Bangyan, the model of the poets of the Song Dynasty, could only tilt his neck with a stiff neck.
As a result, they disappeared due to excessive eating and drinking.
"But the child feels that you shouldn't work too hard, and you should rest earlier when you should."
From noon until nearly midnight, Zhou Bangyan, who was almost dizzy from the food, fell back weakly and collapsed on the floor like a salted fish.
And the sanitary conditions of this inn are actually so bad. Staying there will only cause you to be frightened, not inspired.
"Father, mother, don't worry, the child is not under any pressure."
It seems that I can only continue to go south while carefully brewing.
Looking at the contents of the letter, the expectation on Zhou Bangyan's face once again turned into disappointment.
After hearing her child's concern, Huang wiped the moist corners of her eyes and showed a kind smile towards the smart, well-behaved and filial Zhang'er.
The attendant standing in front of him looked at his master with a blank expression as he seemed to subconsciously crawl under the bed after falling to the floor.
He snatched the letter written by Miss Shishi and couldn't wait to open it.
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Sitting in front of the desk, he looked at the countless pieces of waste paper scattered on the floor.
Or? Try it?
Zhou Bangyan sat up gently and walked to the door, making sure that it was locked.
Thinking of these days, Huang, who was worried about whether her child prodigy could pass the imperial examination, had to pay a lot.
"..." Lying under the bed, using the candlelight in the room, he looked at the various small insects crawling under the dusty bed board.
I sat down in front of the desk, gasping for breath in shock. Nima, I was scared to death. There were so many cockroaches there.
"Hey, hey, hey... Sir, please be careful and sit down quickly. Did you fall somewhere?"
Gao Zhang saw his mother Huang who was obviously haggard, and Huang's body smelled of smoke.
Looking at their son's calm smile, Huang and Gao Qiu couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Zhou Bangyan suddenly became energetic. Could it be that because Miss Shishi was so awesome, his demotion had already turned around?
"Okay, Mom will definitely take care of her health, but if my son can be named on the gold medal list and be at the top, then Mom will be..."
"Okay, madam, Zhang'er also thinks about you, listen to Zhang'er..."
Gao Qiu also felt that the fireworks on the lady's body were getting too loud these days, and it would be inappropriate to continue like this.
