The capital of the Great Zhou, Jinyang Mansion.

Inside the Jiangyue Pavilion.

A Qing man in a green gauze skirt sat on the stage and stroked the piano with his bare hands.

The melodious sound of the piano flowing from the fingertips like a mountain spring set off ripples in the restaurant.

Scholar Wu Yi listened to the melodious sound of the piano from the stage, his face showed intoxication, and he exclaimed:

"Jiang Huakui's piano sound is really a must, which makes people immerse themselves in it unconsciously, and it is difficult 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 reaching the point of being the best in the world."

Wu Yi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then according to what Brother Sun said, looking at the world, who has the better sound of the piano?" ”

The scholar surnamed Sun said leisurely: "Don't say far away, Tang Yixue, the shopkeeper of the Qianguo Guanyue Building next door, the sound of the piano is tactful and sad, cold and noble, just listen to it once, it is unforgettable, even if it can't be called the best in the world, it is far better than Jiang Oiran!" ”

Wu Yi said curiously: "Is the sound of the Tang shopkeeper's piano 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 a yearning on his face, and said: "It's a pity that Jinyang Mansion and Chang'an Mansion are far away, and there are four walls of the family below, otherwise I would have to go to the Moon Viewing Tower and listen to the sound of the Tang shopkeeper's piano." ”

The scholar surnamed Sun said: "Recently, there was news that the shopkeeper Tang is going to leave Qianguo and open a new restaurant in my big Zhou, if it is true, Brother Wu does not have to go to Chang'an Mansion." ”

"It would be nice if it was true."

Wu Yi looked excited, but thought of his poor situation, and sighed leisurely.

"I have been studying hard for more than ten years, but in the end, I can't even get together the entanglement of leaving Jinyang Mansion, which is really sad and lamentable."

"Hey......"

When the scholar surnamed Sun heard this, he looked at him, his eyes showed a touch of distress, and comforted: "The sword is sharpened from the 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 was silent.

Seeing this, the scholar surnamed Sun said: "I suddenly remembered that Brother Wu said a few days ago that he wanted to write some scripts, I don't know how to write? ”

Bring up the script.

Wu Yi was even more depressed and sighed: "I conceived a full-term month, but I haven't started writing yet. ”

"Still not working?"

The scholar surnamed Sun was a little surprised.

Wu Yi raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said leisurely: "I thought that the words were a small way, and if I wrote at will, I could make a book, but when it was time to start writing, I found 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 advice.

"The recently circulated "Nie Xiaoqian" is very good to look at, Brother Wu might as well try to write a sequel."

Wu Yi sighed:

"That "Nie Xiaoqian", I also read it, the plot ideas are all wonderful, if you want to write a sequel, it is not easy, if you write it unsatisfactory, it will be a dog's tail and mink, and you 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 going on with me writing it."

When the scholar surnamed Sun heard this, he fell silent, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

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 his face sad?" ”

The scholar surnamed Sun wanted to say: "It's for you!" ”

After hesitating again and again, he still didn't say anything, just squeezed out a smile and joked: "What Brother Wu said is reasonable, 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.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the restaurant.

Followed by.

Several officers strode into the restaurant with knives in their hands, their eyes searching the crowd.

Seeing this, the diners in the restaurant lowered their heads one after another, not daring to make a sound, for fear of being targeted.

A moment later.

Several servants locked their eyes on Wu Yi and the others and strode forward.

Wu Yi and the others all lowered their heads, as if nothing had happened.

Right now.

The officer suddenly spoke:

"Dressed in a long shirt and washed white, sitting in a restaurant, but only drinking tea, at first glance, he is a poor scholar who can only write a book!"

"Someone! Take! ”

When Wu Yi heard this, he was instantly stunned.

His eyes widened, he looked at the officer, and said in disbelief: "My lord, these days, poor and sour are still guilty?" ”

The servant snorted coldly and said, "Poor and innocent!" Writing a script is not necessarily! ”

Wu Yi: "......"

He was silent for a second, and suddenly realized that he hadn't started writing yet!

"I didn't write a script!"

Wu Yi defended himself.

The messenger said coldly: "If you can write, you can count." ”

At this moment, Wu Yizhen didn't know what to say.

He looked at the servant in front of him, and only felt that what he was going through was so absurd that he couldn't even write a script.

He opened his mouth to argue.

Before I could open my mouth, I was slapped by the officer!

"Dog thing! Shut up! ”

"You!"

Wu Yi looked angry and glared at the servants, but he didn't dare to resist.

In Da Zhou, Dongchang doesn't need any reason to take people.

If you resist, you will most likely be sent to prison.

A poor scholar like him, who has no power and no background, has entered the edict prison, and it will be difficult to come out alive.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the servant and gritted his teeth, but he could only let the servant bind him.

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

Wu Yi's eyes were bloodshot and he didn't say a word.

The messenger sneered and said, "If you are not convinced, you will be convinced!" ”

Side.

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

He looked anxious and said, "My lord, is there any misunderstanding?" This friend of mine is usually self-conscious, and he has never done anything that violates the laws of the Great Zhou! ”

The messenger said coldly: "There is no misunderstanding! If you can write a script, you have to go to prison! ”

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

The messenger 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 fiercely.

These lackeys of the East Factory are still unreasonable!

Looking at the poor scholars, they are about to be sent to prison!

How can there be such a truth in the world!

It's too much of a deception!

It's just too deceitful!

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

When Wu Yi saw this, he stopped him.

"Brother Sun doesn't need to say much!"

"I walk right, sit up straight, even if I go to prison, they can't help me!"

The scholar surnamed Sun looked anxious and said:

"Are you stupid? Even if a person is clean, he goes to prison and gets beaten a few times, the result is the same! ”

"If people say you're guilty, you're guilty, and if you say you're not guilty, you're not guilty! You just have a hundred mouths, and you can't tell! ”

"This edict must not be entered!"

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

"You're not wrong about that."

"In this way, you still know a lot about the edict, so it's better to go in and have a look with him!"

When the officer said this, his expression was in vain, and with a wave of his big hand, he said in a cold voice:

"Take this person with you!"

"Yes!"

Several servants rushed up, pressed the two of them on the table, tied their hands and feet, stuffed cotton cloth into their mouths, and escorted them to the Yamen of Dongchang.

In the restaurant.

The rest of the diners were filled with anger when they saw this absurd scene.

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

For no other reason, they are afraid.

I'm afraid of going to prison!

In just one day, the same thing was staged in the major restaurants of Jinyang Mansion.

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

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

In prison.

Wu Yi and the others found out after they arrived.

The dimly lit cell was filled with desks.

There are also prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the desk, which are neatly placed.

"What's going on?"

When the poor scholars saw this scene, they were all stunned.

This time.

A deep voice rang out in the dungeon.

"Let you come here, nothing else."

"It's to give you a chance to display your talents, and write your words here with peace of mind."

"Well written, there is a reward!"

"If you write poorly, you will keep writing, and when you write until the official is satisfied, I will let you out."

As soon as this remark came out.

The poor scholars talked a lot.

A moment later.

The cacophony of chatter died down.

Wu Yi looked at the Baihu who spoke and asked, "How to eat?" How to stay? ”

Zhao Baihu looked at him and said: "Food and accommodation are all in the edict, there is food and food, and you don't need to pay a penny." ”

As soon as this remark came out.

There was another round of heated discussion in the prison.

Many poor scholars had smiles on their faces.

If it's really a package of food and shelter.

They can live in prison for the rest of their lives!

Wu Yi thought for a while, and then asked, "My lord just said that the reward, what is the reward?" ”

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

The voice fell.

Wu Yi and many other scholars all showed excitement.

"Eat and live, have endless pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, write well, and you can get thirty taels of silver!"

"Isn't this the life I dreamed of?"

"This is an edict, it's a peach blossom paradise!"

"Good! All right! ”

Zhao Baihu looked at the excited crowd and was a little annoyed.

These poor scholars who wrote books were grateful to give them food.

His mind was dizzy, and he thought of rewarding them.

"Thirty taels of silver is still too much, I should not have given one or two taels of silver just now!"

Zhao Baihu thought so, and said angrily: "Be quiet!" ”

As soon as the words fell.

The entire edict was silent in an instant.

All the poor scholars looked at him with hopeful eyes and said nothing.

Zhao Baihu met their innocent and innocent eyes, and suddenly felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"These guys, it's pitiful."

Zhao Baihu sighed in his heart, and said leisurely: "Give you seven days to write the first three times of the script, and the official will send it to it." ”

"Without further ado, let's start writing."