Your majesty is awesome

Chapter 85 What if there is another inspiration under the bed?
Zhou Bangyan, who was on the donkey's back, finally landed on both feet under the support of his personal entourage.

Sitting in the room arranged by the post house, rubbing his numb legs, Zhou Bangyan looked as if life was worse than death.

It didn't take long before Zhou Bangyan felt that he could not hold on any longer.

Thinking of the rugged and winding mountain roads in Lingnan, Zhou Bangyan's eyes turned red and he almost burst into tears.

If I had known that that morning, after I wrote the song "Youth Traveler and Knife Like Water", I should have collected it properly in time.

If this is the case, the best friend will naturally not be able to see this masterpiece that will last forever.

And the officials will not become angry from embarrassment and kick themselves out of Tokyo to a poor place like Guangnan West Road.

Just when Zhou Bangyan sighed and regretted, he personally brought food and put it on the table.

"Master, this is the food provided by the post house, please use some first."

Looking at these bland meals, think about the years and years of spending time in Tokyo, where you can be accompanied by a beautiful and beautiful woman every time you drink.

This made Zhou Bangyan even more disheartened, waved his hands dejectedly, sat down on the bed and lay down, and then spoke slowly.

Lying on the bed, in a daze, I heard hurried footsteps.

Opening his eyes, he saw the beautiful handwriting on the letter delivered under his nose.

Zhou Bangyan suddenly lifted his spirits. Could it be that the matter of his being relegated has turned around because Miss Shishi is so powerful?

He snatched the letter written by Miss Shi Shi and couldn't wait to open the letter.

Looking at the contents of the letter, the expectation on Zhou Bangyan's face turned into disappointment again.

But soon, the good plan from Xiao Gao described in Miss Shishi's letter finally made Zhou Bangyan look good.

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That's right, the officials are angry with themselves because of that masterpiece.

If I can write another masterpiece, maybe I can really impress that talented official Zhao Ji.

Coupled with the secret help from Miss Shishi, even if the official family will not let him return to Beijing in a short time, he must be able to get rid of Guangnan West Road, which was relegated to the poor mountains and rivers.

The more he thought about it, the more excited Zhou Bangyan couldn't help but get up on the table. When he got excited, he forgot that his legs were numb and weak after riding a donkey for several days.

As a result, as soon as he got up excitedly, halfway up, he yelled, and he fell to the floor and fell into the bottom of the bed.

The attendant standing in front of him stared blankly at his master's subconscious movement of crawling under the bed after he fell to the floor.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and help me up."

"Hey hey hey...Master, be careful, sit down quickly, did you fall?"

"Forget it, you go and get the pen and ink, I will edit a book right now, and you take it to the messenger..."

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Kui sat in front of the desk, looking at the countless waste papers scattered on the floor beside him.

Already dizzy and dizzy from filling in the lyrics, Zhou Bangyan felt that he had no good inspiration at all.

Those filled out are all mediocre works. How can such works be caught by the talented official who is quite accomplished in art.

From noon until almost midnight, Zhou Bangyan, who was almost full of old eyesight, fell back weakly and collapsed on the floor like a salted fish.

Unexpectedly, as I get older, my energy is low, and even my inspiration seems to be getting less and less.

"Ugh……"

After a long sigh, Zhou Bangyan looked at the not-so-new furnishings in the posthouse, the beams, and the bed not far away... a bed? !
Zhou Bangyan quickly looked away and tried to conceive in his mind, but it was still useless.

or?try?
Zhou Bangyan sat up lightly, walked to the door, and made sure that the door was bolted.

Turning around, I looked at the bed placed in the house. Anyway, I just tried it. What if I got inspiration under the bed?
The next moment, Zhou Bangyan, with old arms and legs, quietly got under the bed in a very skillful posture.

"..." Lying under the bed, by the candlelight in the room, I looked at all kinds of small bugs crawling under the dusty bed board.

After only a few blinks, Zhou Bangyan jumped out from under the bed at a super-fast speed.

Sitting in front of the table, panting frequently in shock, Nima, I was so scared to death, there are so many cockroaches.

Think about Miss Shishi's bed, it's so clean, at most there will be some dust in the gaps between the beds.

And the hygienic conditions of this post house are so poor, staying there will only cause fright and no inspiration.

It seems that I can only continue to go south while carefully brewing.

I hope that I can create works handed down from generation to generation earlier, and return to Bianliang, Tokyo, where I can live and dream, earlier...

Because there were cockroaches under the bed, everyone in Zhou didn't want to lie down on the bed, so they just slept at their desks all night.

As a result, when he woke up the next day, Zhou Bangyan, the example of a poet in the Song Dynasty, could only tilt his neck with a stiff neck.

In embarrassment, he let his followers help him into the bullock cart, and continued along the official road, staggering away towards the distance...

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The family of three sat together, the old father Gao Qi looked at the well-behaved, sensible, and clever child prodigy son Gao Zhang, his eyes were full of concern and expectation.

"Zhang'er, will the palace exam be stressful?"

Gao Zhang grinned, with an indifferent expression on his face, with a bad expression on whoever he loves.

"Father, mother, don't worry, the child has no pressure."

Seeing their son's calm smile, Huang and Gao Qiu couldn't help but secretly heave a sigh of relief.

Gao Zhang saw his mother Huang, who was obviously haggard, and there was a smoky smell on Huang's body.

Gao Zhang's heart was warm, but he was a little bit dumbfounded.

Thinking of these days, the Huang family, who was worried about whether his child prodigy could pass the imperial examination, had also paid a lot.

Almost whenever I have time, I go to the house where the ancestral tablets are placed and burn incense and offerings to worship the ancestors.

The inside and outside of the house was smoky, and those who didn't know thought that the kitchen in Gao's mansion had changed its location, or that a house in the mansion was on fire.

I don't know if during this period of time, the ancestors of the Gao family will be topped by the enshrined big fish and meat.

As a result, they became thinner due to overeating and overeating under Jiuquan.

"But the child thinks, mother, don't work too hard, it's better to rest earlier."

Hearing the concern of her own child, Huang wiped the wet corners of her eyes, and showed a kind smile towards this clever, well-behaved and filial Zhang'er.

"Okay, mother will definitely pay attention to her body, but if my son can be named on the gold list and rank among the best. Then mother will be considered..."

"Okay, lady, Zhang'er is also thinking of you, listen to Zhang'er..."

Gao Qiu also felt that these days, the smoke and fire on the lady's body was really a little bit bigger, and it would be inappropriate to continue like this.

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(End of this chapter)