I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 109 Dare to be angry and dare not speak
Great Zhou Capital, Jinyang Mansion.

Inside Jiangyue Pavilion.

A nobleman in a green gauze dress sat on the stage, playing the piano with bare hands.

The melodious sound of the piano flowing from the fingertips, like spring water in the mountains, caused ripples in the restaurant.

Scholar Wu Yi listened to the melodious piano sound from the stage, his face was intoxicated, and he praised:

"Jiang Huakui's qin sound is really unique, people will be immersed in it without knowing it, and it's hard to extricate themselves."

The friend at the same table glanced at him, and said leisurely:
"Jiang Huakui's piano sound is indeed good, but it is far from being the best in the world."

Wu Yi frowned, and asked: "Then according to what Brother Sun said, if you look at the world, whose piano sound is better?"

The scholar surnamed Sun said leisurely: "Not to mention, Tang Yixue, the treasurer of Guanyue Building next door, has a melodious and sad sound, cold and noble. Hearing it just once makes it unforgettable. Even if it can't be called the best in the world, it's far Shengjiang Huakui!"

Wu Yi asked curiously: "Shopkeeper Tang's piano sound is really so moving?"

The scholar surnamed Sun said: "If you had heard it once, you wouldn't have asked this question."

Seeing that he was so determined, Wu Yi showed longing on his face, and said: "It's a pity that Jinyang Mansion is far away from Chang'an Mansion, and there are only four walls below. piano sound."

The scholar surnamed Sun said: "Recently there is news that shopkeeper Tang is going to leave Qianguo to open a new restaurant in Dazhou. If it is true, Brother Wu doesn't have to go to Chang'an Mansion."

"It would be great if it was true."

Wu Yi showed excitement, but he sighed leisurely when he thought of his impoverished situation.

"Han Chuang studied hard for more than ten years, but in the end he couldn't even get enough money to leave Jinyang Mansion. It's really sad."

"Hey"

When the scholar surnamed Sun heard this, he looked at him with distressed eyes, and comforted him, "The sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Brother Wu is frustrated for a while, so don't take it to heart."

Wu Yi sighed in his heart and remained silent.

The scholar surnamed Sun saw this, and said again: "Suddenly remembered that brother Wu said a few days ago that he wanted to write some scripts. I don't know how they are written?"

Bring up the storybook.

Wu Yi was even more depressed, and sighed: "The idea has been conceived for a long time, and the pen has not yet been written."

"Still not writing yet?"

The scholar surnamed Sun was a little surprised.

Wu Yi raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said leisurely: "I thought that the book of words was a novel, and I could write a book if I wrote it casually. When it was time to start writing, I realized that my mind was blank, and I really didn't know what to write."

The scholar surnamed Sun thought for a moment and gave his own suggestion.

"The "Nie Xiaoqian", which has been widely circulated recently, looks very good. Brother Wu might as well try to write a sequel."

Wu Yi sighed:
"I've also read "Nie Xiaoqian". The plot concept is excellent. It is not easy to write a sequel. If the writing is not satisfactory, it will be a follow-up and will be scolded to death."

"What's more, "Nie Xiaoqian" is only serialized in Daqian Monthly, and the sequel will come out next month, so what's the matter with me writing it."

When the scholar surnamed Sun heard this, he fell into silence, for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Wu Yi suddenly smiled, and said: "Brother Sun's family is well-off, he doesn't have to bend his waist for five buckets of rice, he can prepare for the imperial examination with peace of mind, why is he so sad?"

The scholar surnamed Sun wanted to say, "I'm worried about you!"

After hesitating again and again, I still didn't say anything, just squeezed out a smile, and said jokingly: "Brother Wu is right, I should laugh!"

The two looked at each other and both smiled.

Wu Yi picked up the teacup, took a sip, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something else.

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the restaurant.

Followed by.

Several guards carried knives and strode into the restaurant, their eyes searching the crowd.

Seeing this, the diners in the restaurant all lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound, for fear of being watched.

After a while.

Several guards locked their eyes on Wu Yi and the two of them, and strode up.

Both Wu Yi and Wu Yi lowered their heads as if nothing happened.

Just now.

The guard suddenly said:

"A long gown that is bleached from starch, sitting in a restaurant, but only drinking tea, looks like a poor scholar who can only write scripts!"

"Someone! Take it away!"

Wu Yi was dumbfounded when he heard this.

He stared wide-eyed, looked at the guard, and said in disbelief: "My lord, is it a crime to be poor these days?"

The guard snorted coldly, and said, "You are poor and innocent! It's not necessary to write a storybook!"

Wu Yi: "."

He was silent for a second, and suddenly realized that he hadn't written yet!
"I didn't write a script!"

Wu Yi defended himself.

The guard said coldly: "It's okay to be able to write."

Now, Wu Yi really didn't know what to say.

Looking at the guard in front of him, he felt that what he was going through was so absurd that he couldn't even write a script.

He opened his mouth, wanting to argue.

Before he could speak, he was slapped by the guard!

"Dog thing! Shut up!"

"you!"

Wu Yi showed an angry face and stared at the guard, but he didn't dare to resist.

In Dazhou, Dongchang didn't need any reason to take people.

If you resist, you are very likely to be thrown into prison.

For a poor scholar like him who has no power, no background, and no background, if he enters the prison, it will be difficult for him to come out alive.

His eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the guard, gnashed his teeth, but he could only let the guard tie him up.

Seeing this, the guard showed disdain on his face, and said, "Not convinced?"

Wu Yi's eyes were bloodshot, and he said nothing.

The guard sneered, and said: "If you are not convinced, hold back, and you will be convinced once you enter the imperial prison!"

aside.

When the scholar surnamed Sun heard that he was going to be imprisoned, he was instantly stunned.

With an anxious expression on his face, he said: "My lord, is there some misunderstanding? This friend of mine usually keeps himself safe and has never done anything that violates the laws of the Great Zhou!"

The guard said coldly: "There is no misunderstanding! If you can write scripts, you will have to go to prison!"

The scholar surnamed Sun hurriedly said: "But my lord, he can't write!"

The guard squinted at him, and said coldly, "Do you want to go in too?"

When the scholar surnamed Sun heard this, a wave of anger rose from his chest and burned like a flame.

These lackeys of the East Factory are still unreasonable!

Looking at poorer scholars, they will be sent to prison!

How can there be such a reason in the world!

Deceiving too much!

It's just too deceiving!

He opened his mouth, wanting to stand up for his friend.

Seeing this, Wu Yi stopped him.

"Brother Sun, don't need to say more!"

"I walk upright and sit upright. Even if I go to prison, they can't do anything to me!"

The scholar surnamed Sun looked anxious and said:

"Are you stupid? No matter how clean a person is, if he goes to prison and gets beaten several times, the result will be the same!"

"If people say you are guilty, you are guilty; if they say you are not guilty, you are not guilty! Even if you have a hundred mouths, you still can't tell!"

"This imperial prison must never be entered!"

When several officers heard this, they looked at each other and smiled.

"You're really right about that."

"From this point of view, you still know a lot about Imperial Prison, why not go in with him and have a look!"

When the officer said this, his expression was terrified in vain, he waved his hand, and said in a cold voice:
"Take this person away!"

"Yes!"

Several guards rushed forward, pressed the two of them on the table, bound their hands and feet, stuffed cotton cloths into their mouths, and escorted them to the Dongchang yamen.

in the restaurant.

The rest of the diners showed resentment when they witnessed this absurd scene.

But no one dared to stand up and say a word.

For no other reason, they are afraid.

Afraid of going to prison!

In just one day, the same thing happened in various restaurants in Jinyang Mansion.

Dozens of poorly dressed scholars were imprisoned by the guards of Dongchang without any reason.

For a time, everyone in the capital was in danger.

In prison.

It was only after Wu Yi and the two arrived that they found out.

The dark cell was filled with desks.

There are also prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desk, neatly arranged.

"what's going on?"

The poor scholars were all dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

at this time.

A muffled voice sounded in the dungeon.

"Let you come here, there is no other meaning."

"It is to give you a chance to display your talents, and write your story here with peace of mind."

"Well written, there are rewards!"

"If you write poorly, just keep writing. When the official is satisfied with the writing, I will let you out."

As soon as this word comes out.

The poor scholars talked about it.

After a while.

The noisy discussion gradually subsided.

Wu Yi looked at the Baihu who spoke, and asked, "How do you eat? How do you live?"

Zhao Baihu looked at him and said indifferently: "Both board and lodging are in the imperial prison. There is food and food, and you don't need to pay a penny."

As soon as this word comes out.

There was another burst of heated discussions in the imperial prison.

Many poor scholars had smiles on their faces.

If it is really free food and shelter.

They can live in prison for a lifetime!

Wu Yi thought for a while, then asked again: "Your Excellency just said the reward, what is the reward?"

Zhao Baihu hesitated for a moment, and said, "30 taels of silver!"

The voice fell.

Many scholars including Wu Yi showed excitement.

"Food and lodging are included, there are endless pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and if you write well, you can get 30 taels of silver!"

"Isn't this the life of my dreams?"

"This is not a prison, it is a peach blossom garden!"

"Good! Good!"

Zhao Baihu looked at the excited crowd, feeling a little annoyed.

These impoverished scholars who wrote scripts would be grateful for giving them food.

I was so dazed that I still thought about rewarding them.

"30 taels of silver is still too much, I should have refused to give one tael of silver just now!"

Zhao Baihu thought so, and said angrily: "Everyone be quiet!"

The voice just fell.

The entire prison was instantly silent.

All the poor scholars looked at him with hopeful eyes, without saying a word.

Zhao Baihu met their pure and innocent eyes, and suddenly felt that something was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"These guys are really pitiful."

Zhao Baihu sighed in his heart, and said leisurely: "I give you seven days to write the first three chapters of the script, and I will send it to the higher authorities."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's start writing."

(End of this chapter)