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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.

Kuu sat in front of the desk with a pen in his hand, and the candles on the desk were already half-burned.

This made Zhou Bangyan, who was agitated in his heart, put down the brush in his hand and began to pace the room slowly.

He has already received the news that it won't take long for the song and dance drama "Han Palace Autumn" newly arranged by the little Gao Zhuangyuan for the teacher and teacher to be staged.

However, I have been back for so long, and I have gone to many Goulan pavilions for a walk, but I feel that I am becoming more and more depressed, and it is difficult to have creative inspiration.

Even staying overnight has already begun to feel powerless. Fortunately, those girls still admire their talents.

Just like at this moment, the red-sleeve girl who was lazily leaning on the bed, still full of thoughts, blinked her watery and charming eyes, and looked at this Mr. Zhou who seemed too thin.

When looking at everyone's too shriveled body with eyes, there is sympathy and suddenness, but also a little bit of resentment.

The expression also reveals a bit of helplessness, but it seems very rich in spirit.

Not to mention the effort of blinking, even if you don't blink, sharing the same bed with everyone in Zhou, guarding yourself like a jade, is also a joy.

This, of course, is a true portrayal of the heart of the red-sleeved girl. The firewood is a little firewood, but mosquito legs can squeeze out oil, not to mention this master Zhou who has been famous all over the world for nearly twenty years.

The blood-sucking mosquito-like greedy gaze of the red-sleeved girl made Zhou's scalp tingle.

But he didn't dare to turn his head back, he still wandered around the house with his hands behind his back, thinking hard.

The time is too short, everyone in Zhou thinks this should be the reason for drinking too much, of course, it may also be the wrong time to enter the house today.

In addition, although the girl's figure is slender, there are some flaws in some places, lacking the smooth and beautiful shape that can be nailed down.

In addition, when enjoying the singing and dancing outside, I was a little too excited, which caused me to see through just a little bit.

Although there are many reasons, the problem is that there are many reasons that have been used repeatedly these days. For this reason, everyone in Caizhou can only use new reasons just now, because they feel that they have come to inspiration.

I was so excited that I wanted to turn over and get out of bed to create, which led to that and so on.

When I turned around, the old man went to the doctor to have a look. No matter what, I must not be so embarrassing again.

After all, as a romantic guest in Goulan who has indulged himself for decades, how could he be willing to ruin his reputation because of his age and become the laughing stock of Goulan Pavilion.

Hmm... My thinking has gone astray again, I should think about it carefully, I should come up with some inspiration, and I must satisfy the red-sleeved girl who is still waiting for me on the bed at this moment, right?
The more you think hard, the more impatient you are, the less inspiration you have, which makes Zhou Bangyan sigh in sorrow.

And at this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the house, and it seemed that there was a conversation coming into the house.

The red-sleeve girl saw that everyone in Zhou who was standing in front of him with his hands behind his back and deep in thought suddenly changed his face and disappeared from sight.

"???" The red-sleeved girl blinked in confusion, and then poked her head to the edge of the bed.

No one? !The red-sleeved girl's face turned pale, and her rosy lips lost all color.There was a cry...

Could it be that everything today was just a dream?Master Zhou, who has been mixing oil with him for a day and a night, is actually a ghost?
"Miss, are you alright, miss?" The maidservant who got up at night heard the exclamation in the lady's room, shivered in fright, and hurriedly knocked on the door.

Hearing the maidservant's voice from outside the house, Zhou Bangyan, who was so frightened that he slipped under the bed, reacted instantly.

This is not under Miss Shishi's bed, and the person who came was not the official of the Song Dynasty, so she quickly crawled out from under the bed and said in a loud voice.

"It's okay, it's okay, go to sleep, your lady and I are fine..."

"Zhou, Zhou Lang... is it really you?"

The red-sleeved girl stared at Zhou Bangyan who came out from under the bed with a face full of panic, and her mind was in a mess.

Zhou Bangyan wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead from being frightened, and explained without blushing.

"Of course it's the old man. I sprained my ankle just now, but I accidentally fell and rolled under the bed."

"So that's how it was. I scared my family to death. I thought it was a dream..."

The red-sleeved girl also raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her cheeks, feeling coquettish and angry.

Her charming eyes were full of doubts, since he sprained his ankle, why didn't it hurt after he stood up?
Looking at the dubious expression of the red-sleeved girl in front of her, this is the third woman who saw herself getting under the bed in a panic.

Thinking about it, I lost my composure and got under the bed again in front of the red-sleeved girl. Obviously I had broken up with Miss Shishi, but why did I still have the habit of subconsciously getting under the bed?
In the future, will this old man still be in the Goulan Pavilion circle after riding a horse?The strong sense of shame struck again, causing Zhou Bangyan's mood to fluctuate.

I can't wait to just pick up the waistband of my trousers that was untied at the side, and throw it on the beam of the house, and it will be done once and for all, and the rest of my life will count.

In the distance, the faint sound of silk and bamboo came, faint and dreamlike.

The beating sound happened to rang 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.

Zhou Bangyan's eyes lit up instantly after knocking out his feeling of being ashamed to the point of closing himself in.

Three steps in parallel, he rushed straight towards the desk covered with white papers, then picked up his pen, and began to write on the desk.

The red-sleeve girl who was suspecting that Master Zhou was a human or a ghost, and annoyed why she didn't go to the temple to ask for some magic tools to suppress evil spirits, saw Master Zhou's actions.

He couldn't help but stood up, and tremblingly took small steps, and walked to the side of Master Zhou.

When she saw the words written by everyone Zhou on the rice paper and appeared in her sight, the charming and moving eyes of the red-sleeved girl instantly shone brightly.

"The night is urging, the dust is clear, the moon is dark in Xiaoqu Youfang..."

When reading the first sentence, the trembling and uneasy heart of the red-sleeved girl has already melted into a warm water.

The whole person seemed to have lost support, and leaned softly on the shoulders of the thin Zhou Lang.

A pair of slender hands that were soft and boneless, gently massaged everyone's shoulders. Her low-pitched and graceful voice, sad and poignant, could not help but shake people's hearts when they listened to it.

Zhou Bangyan, who got under the girl's bed in the brothel and burst out with the spark of inspiration again, is now engrossed in writing.

You must gather all your inspirations on the tip of the pen and let them out. No matter what, you must write a masterpiece, and you must make Miss Shishi regret it.

Let her understand that even if the old man can't drill, ah no... can't get into her bed, he can still write a masterpiece that will be sung in the Goulan Pavilion in Tokyo.

(End of this chapter)