Zhou Bangyan, who was on the donkey's back, finally landed on his feet with the help of his personal attendants.
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 couldn't 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 forever.
And the officials will 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 beautiful woman with me every time I drank.
This made Zhou Bangyan even more frustrated. He waved his hands dejectedly, sat down on the bed and lay down, taking his time first.
Lying on the bed, in a daze, I heard the sound of rapid footsteps.
I opened my eyes and saw the beautiful handwriting on the letter that was delivered to me.
Zhou Bangyan suddenly became energetic. Could it be that because Miss Shishi was so awesome, his demotion had already turned around?
He grabbed the letter written by Master Shi and couldn't wait to open it.
Looking at the contents of the letter, the expectation on Zhou Bangyan's face once again turned into disappointment.
But soon, the good strategy from Xiao Gao described in Miss Shishi's letter finally made Zhou Bangyan shine.
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Yes, the officials were angry with themselves because of that excellent song.
If I could write another masterpiece, maybe I could really impress the talented official Zhao Ji.
Coupled with the fact that Miss Shishi was secretly helping him, the official would not allow him to return to the capital in a short time. He must have been able to get rid of being relegated to Guangnan West Road, where he was relegated to the poor mountains and rivers.
Zhou Bangyan, who became more and more excited as he thought about it, couldn't help but slap the table. In his excitement, he forgot that his legs were numb and weak from riding a donkey for several days.
As a result, as soon as he got up excitedly, he let out an ouch and fell to the floor, leaning into the bottom of the bed.
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.
"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you come and help me."
"Hey, hey, hey... Sir, please be careful and sit down quickly. Did you fall somewhere?"
"That's all, go and get some pen and ink. I'm going to fix a book right now. You can take it to the messenger..."
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Sitting in front of the desk, he looked at the countless pieces of waste paper scattered on the floor.
Zhou Bangyan, who was already feeling dizzy and dizzy while writing lyrics and his head ached, felt that he had no good inspiration at all.
The ones that were filled out were all mediocre works. How could such works catch the discernment of that talented and artistically accomplished official.
From noon until nearly midnight, Zhou Bangyan, who was almost dizzy from filling up his eyes, fell back weakly and collapsed on the floor like a salted fish.
Unexpectedly, as I get older, I lose energy and even my inspiration seems to be getting less and less.
"well……"
After a long sigh, Zhou Bangyan looked at the not-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.
or? Try it?
Zhou Bangyan sat up gently and walked to the door, making sure that the door was locked.
Turning around, I looked at the bed in the room. Anyway, I was just trying it out. What if I had 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.
"..." Lying under the bed, using the candlelight in the room, he looked at the various small insects crawling under the dusty bed board.
After only a few blinks of time, Zhou Bangyan jumped out from under the bed at super speed.
I sat down in front of the desk, panting frequently in shock. Nima, I was scared to death. There were so many cockroaches there.
Think about Miss Shishi's bed. It's so clean, but at most there will be some dust between the beds.
And the sanitary conditions of this post house are actually so bad. If you stay there, you will only be frightened, not inspired.
It seems that I can only continue to go south while carefully brewing.
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...
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, when he woke up the next day, Zhou Bangyan, the role model of the poets of the Song Dynasty, could only tilt his neck with a stiff neck.
Embarrassingly, he let his followers help him onto the bullock cart, and continued along the official road, staggering towards the distance...
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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, his eyes full of concern and expectation.
"Zhang'er, will the imperial examination be stressful?"
Gao Zhang grinned, with an indifferent expression on his face, showing that he loved everyone.
"Father, mother, don't worry, there is no pressure on the child."
Looking at their son's calm smile, Huang and Gao Qiu couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Gao Zhang saw his mother Huang, who was obviously haggard, and Huang's body smelled of smoke.
Gao Zhang felt warm-hearted and a little bit dumbfounded.
Thinking of these days, Huang, who was worried about whether his child prodigy could pass the imperial examination, had to pay a lot.
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.
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.
I don't know if the ancestors of the Gao family will be overwhelmed by the large fish and meat offered during this period.
As a result, they became thin due to excessive eating and drinking.
"But the child thinks, mother, don't work too hard. You should rest early when you should."
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.
"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.
"..."
