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.
Ku sat in front of the desk, holding a pen in his hand. Most of the candles on the desk were already burned.
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 in a short time, the new song and dance drama "Autumn in the Palace of Han Dynasty" arranged by the young top scholar for Miss Shishi will be opened.
But I have been back for so long and have been to many Goulan Pavilions, but I feel more and more depressed, and it is difficult to have the inspiration to create.
Even staying overnight was starting to feel beyond her capabilities, but fortunately, those girls still admired her talent.
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 he didn't blink, he was sharing the same bed with the Zhou family, guarding his body like a jade, and it was as sweet as sweet cakes.
This is, of course, a true portrayal of the red-sleeved girl's heart. Even though the firewood is a little heavy, a mosquito's legs can squeeze out oil, not to mention the Zhou master who has been famous all over the world for nearly twenty 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. Everyone in Zhou felt that this was probably because he drank too much. Of course, it could also be that he 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 made me lose my temper 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 and see a doctor later. 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 mind went astray again, I'd better think about it carefully, I should come up with some inspiration, I have to satisfy the red-sleeved girl who is still waiting for me on the bed, right?
The harder he thought and became anxious, the less inspiration he had, 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, who were standing in front of them with their hands behind their hands and thinking hard, suddenly changed their faces, and the whole person suddenly disappeared from sight.
"???" The red-sleeved girl blinked in confusion before sticking her head to the edge of the bed.
No one is there? ! The red-sleeved girl's face turned pale, and her rosy lips lost their color. Let out a scream...
Could it be that all this today is just a dream? Is Zhou, who has been working with me all day and night, actually a ghost?
"Miss, are you okay, miss?" The maid who had woken up outside heard the exclamation from the miss's house. 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 is not under Miss Shishi's bed, and the visitor is 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 became confused.
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 hand to wipe away the cold sweat from her cheeks, feeling very coquettish.
Her beautiful eyes were full of doubts. Since he had a sprain in his foot, why didn't it hurt after he stood up?
Looking at the dubious expression of the red-sleeved girl in front of him, this was the third woman who had witnessed him getting under the bed in a panic.
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?
Will I still hang out in the Goulanguange circle after this horse-riding guy? The strong sense of shame struck 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 my life in one fell swoop.
In the distance, the faint sound of silk and bamboo came, vague and dreamlike.
The sound of the night 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.
Zhou Bangyan's eyes lit up instantly after he was shaken off his shameful mood that was almost autistic.
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, he rushed straight towards the desk covered with white paper, then picked up his pen and started writing furiously on the desk.
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 get 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 wakes up, the dust is exposed, the moon is dark in the quiet 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.
The whole person seemed to have lost his support, and he leaned softly on the shoulders of Zhou Lang, who looked very thin.
A pair of slender hands, as soft as boneless, gently massaged everyone'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.
(End of chapter)
