Jiangliang Mansion is now the place where King Wu of Ganzhou is located, and this place guards the Chunjiang River, which has been a battleground for soldiers since ancient times.

After King Wu took over the place, he strengthened the garrison and trained the naval army to prepare for war.

The Yue king's side in the east is also building a port and building ships.

Although there is no large-scale war between the two sides now, it is only a matter of time before a fight starts......

In a small town outside Jiangliang's mansion, a Confucian scholar in his thirties with a short beard was writing something with a pen.

Just writing, I suddenly saw him put the pen aside, grabbed the manuscript paper on which he had written some words, and threw it into the stove next to him.

Watching the flames engulf the manuscript paper, Confucius wiped his face with some sorrow, leaned back on the chair, and looked at the roof with blank eyes.

At this time, he heard a knock on the door, and Confucius got up and opened the door.

Outside the door was a man dressed as a small servant, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand, and said to Confucian with a smile:

"Mr. Wu, are you busy? The little ones didn't bother you, did they? ”

The Confucian scholar known as Mr. Wu politely said:

"Naturally not, what are you doing here?"

"Isn't it the fifteenth day of the first lunar month? This is the chicken soup made by my mother-in-law, and I will bring you a bowl. ”

Seeing this, Mr. Wu glanced at the sky outside and muttered:

"It's the fifteenth day of the first month......"

The little guy smiled: "You are worthy of being a busy man, you have forgotten about this day." Alright, I'll put this soup in the house for you. ”

As he spoke, he entered Mr. Wu's room, and at a glance, he saw that there was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on Mr. Wu's desk, and his face was suddenly happy.

"Mr. Wu, how is your new story written? Big guys are looking forward to your new story! ”

When Mr. Wu heard this, he immediately felt that the soup brought by the little servant was not fragrant.

"I'm writing, I'm writing!"

When the little guy heard this, he nodded again and again:

"That's okay, Mr. Wu, you're busy, remember to write a new story after drinking the soup!"

Seeing the little guy leaving, Mr. Wu looked at the bowl of chicken soup, and for some reason, he felt a little unappetizing.

I sat back at the table again, looked at the blank paper, and suddenly felt that the soup was also quite fragrant.

After drinking the soup, Mr. Wu sat at the table for a long time, still feeling that his mind was blank.

I couldn't think of it, so I didn't think about it at all, got up and walked out of the residence, and went outside.

In fact, he hasn't left his residence for more than a month, and today is a rare one.

As soon as he came out, many townspeople in the town saw him and greeted him warmly.

Just say hello and say hello, and keep asking if the new story is written well.

Can't I take a break?

Mr. Wu, who originally wanted to relax, was asked by the townspeople, and felt even worse, so he simply walked out of the town and came to a forest outside the town.

It's undisturbed, it's clean.

Spring is more pronounced in the south than in the north, when you can already see old trees budding and green grass.

Seeing this, Mr. Wu felt much better, but he still didn't have any new ideas in his head.

Mr. Wu, who was a little helpless, said to a small flower that grew a little bit:

"Flowers, flowers, you said that if I announced that I would seal my pen from now on, what would everyone say?"

A slightly cool breeze blows, and the flowers sway gently.

Seeing this, Mr. Wu said:

"Do you persuade me to keep writing? But lately, I've really felt that I've run out of ideas, and I can't think of any new stories, so I really feel like I can't hold on! ”

Just as Mr. Wu was sighing to himself, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, but he was hit by a piece of wood.

When he looked back, he saw a monkey standing on a branch, smiling at him.

Seeing Mr. Wu come over, the monkey smiled even more happily, turned his back directly, and dangled his ass at him, dangling somewhere.

But whoever has a violent temper and sees this monkey so arrogant, I am afraid that he will have to greet him twice.

It's just that Mr. Wu is obviously not a violent temper, he was provoked by a monkey, and he was not angry, but he touched the back of his head, but found it funny.

When the monkey saw that he had hit Mr. Wu, the other party had not reacted violently, so he suddenly threw a branch and hit Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu subconsciously wanted to hide, but because he had been lying on the desk for a long time and did not move much, his body was a little stiff, and his reaction was slow.

When the monkey saw that this man was so easy to bully, he howled excitedly, jumped directly to the ground, picked up stones and hit people.

Mr. Wu, who originally thought that this monkey was cute, couldn't love it anymore, and avoided it again and again, not wanting to be like a beast.

But in the eyes of the monkey, his behavior is weak and bulliful, and he kicks his nose and face even more, picking up something, chasing people and beating them.

As the saying goes, a clay figure still has three points of fire, let alone a living person.

Mr. Wu, who didn't want to be familiar with a mere brute, was really angry now, picked up a stone with his backhand, and hit the monkey at it.

It's just that his accuracy is really not good, and he misses.

It stands to reason that even if it misses, the average monkey will definitely run away when he sees someone throwing something and hitting him.

But this monkey is not ordinary, seeing that Mr. Wu didn't hit, instead of running, he became more fierce and threw things harder.

When Mr. Wu saw this, he was also forced out of anger by this monkey.

I just can't think of a new story lately, so I'm angry with it.

So, both men and monkeys began to throw stones and fight.

The monkey obviously threw something more accurately than Mr. Wu, and hit Mr. Wu several times.

But in the end, it is a monkey, and the strength of his hands is not too big, and Mr. Wu is wearing a thicker one, even if he is hit, it will not hurt.

Mr. Wu's accuracy was quite poor, and the monkey's movements were agile, and he fought for a long time, but he was not hit at all.

When the monkey saw this, he let out a mocking laugh.

But it was because of this laugh that there was no time to dodge.

This time, he was successfully hit by a stone thrown by Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu was no longer active, in the end, he was a human being, and his hand strength was not comparable to that of a monkey, and when a stone hit the monkey, the monkey let out a scream and rolled on the ground several times.

The beaten monkey got up from the ground, picked up the stone again, and continued to attack Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu was surprised to see this.

Most of the animals are bullied and feared by the hard, and with a little intimidation, they can be driven away, especially the monkeys.

But the monkey in front of him is a little special, and he actually has a spirit that is not afraid of death.

Accidents are accidents, and they should be fought or not.

Mr. Wu threw stones again and hit them again.

After the monkey was injured, his movements were not as flexible as before, and he did not dodge again, and was hit by Mr. Wu.

This time, the monkey fell directly to the ground and couldn't get up for half a day.

Seeing this, Mr. Wu took a closer look and estimated that the monkey would need to slow down for a while before it could get up.

After defeating this monkey, I felt a breath out and felt a lot better.

He doesn't have a special hobby, he likes to eat monkey brains and the like, and after defeating the monkey, he didn't kill or capture it.

Bypassing the monkeys, I went out of the woods, intending to go back to my accommodation.

As soon as he came out of the woods, he saw a sturdy white horse walking by the side of the road, and immediately there was a beautiful young man sitting there.

At first glance, it looks like a god-man, which is eye-catching.

Mr. Wu is also knowledgeable, and when he saw this young man, his eyes were attracted.

Seeing the other party passing by on horseback, Mr. Wu took the initiative to retreat to the side of the road and waited for the other party to pass.

Who knows, after the young man rode to his side, he stopped his horse and looked at him with a smile:

"Dare to ask, but Mr. Wu in person?"

Hearing this, Mr. Wu nodded:

"It's Wu."

After receiving an affirmative reply, the teenager jumped off the horse at the beginning of the year.

Then, because there was still one foot on the leg that did not come down, the whole person was face down, and with a "bang", he was planted on the ground.

Mr. Wu was startled and hurriedly looked at the young man, worried.

This time, don't fall to your death.

Just as he was worried about himself, he suddenly saw the young man get up from the ground like no one else, patted the dust on his body and smiled:

"Mr. Wu, don't get me wrong, I don't touch porcelain."

Mr. Wu looked at the other party a little stunned, and asked with concern:

"Are you alright?"

"Of course it's okay, what can I do!"

The young man said, it was true that there was nothing to do, and he stepped forward and took Mr. Wu's hand and said:

"Mr. Wu, do you know, I admire you, when I was in Pingzhou, I often read your writings and stories.

I have seen all of the gods who will mistakenly cast into a pig's fetus, Taoist monks fighting for rain and the like. ”

Seeing what this enthusiastic young man said when he came up, Mr. Wu's face twitched a little.

This is the topic he is most afraid of hearing now, and he feels that after his talent is exhausted, he is very sorry for his book fans.

The young man chatted with him very familiarly, and said that his name was Shanyuan, and he was a loyal fan of his books.

"Mr. Wu, all your books I read are genuine versions of Miaoqu Pavilion, and I strongly support you!"

"Eh~~ The book club that I cooperated with is the Yuheng Book Club, not the Wonderful Fun Pavilion."

"Ah, hahaha, yes, you feel my heart anyway!"

Mr. Wu nodded a little dumbfoundedly:

"I feel it, I feel it."

This young man is naturally Yeming, and when he said this, it was not a lie, it was true.

When I read books with Cai Wei, my favorite thing is the story written by Mr. Wu.

When I saw me this time, the emotional outpouring was not adulterated at all.

"Haha, Mr. Wu, are there any new stories coming out recently?"

What Mr. Wu is most afraid of hearing now is this question, and his face is a little stiff and he said:

"Writing, writing......"

"Mr. Wu, you just live nearby, take a walk, go to your residence."

Yeming was very enthusiastic and dragged Mr. Wu to the town, and I didn't know that I thought I was going to his house!

Mr. Wu was a little helpless and returned to the town with Yeming.

Before the nightlight, he returned with him to his lodgings.

Mr. Wu didn't find it strange at all that he knew where he lived, everyone in the town knew where he lived, and since he was a fan of his own books, it was not surprising that he knew this.

Yeming pulled Mr. Wu back to the house, and the white horse behind the two of them stopped outside the house very consciously, without even tying the rope, which was very worry-free.

Entering the house, Yeming looked curiously and looked around.

When I saw Mr. Wu's bookshelf, my eyes lit up and I hurriedly stepped forward to look through it.

"This one, and this one, I haven't seen it before!"

Seeing Yeming looking at his works, Mr. Wu said:

"Those books are not well written, they have not been printed and sold in large quantities, and they are naturally not available elsewhere."

Yeming kept rummaging in Mr. Wu's room, and found a few more relatively niche stories that he hadn't read, and he was very happy.

After rummaging for a while, he looked at Mr. Wu again:

"Mr. Wu, it's been so long since I've been back, why haven't I seen you write a story?

Even the landlord's donkey didn't rest like this, right? ”

When Mr. Wu heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he sat down in front of the table with some reluctance.

Looking at the blank paper, I was a little stunned.

I can't think of anything, what to write?

Is there anything more desperate than not being able to write?

Yes!

That's when there's a person next to you who can't write anything.

At this time, Yeming stood by Mr. Wu's chair and looked at him expectantly.

Glancing sideways at Yeming, who was full of anticipation, a sense of guilt welled up in Mr. Wu's heart.

"What, does Mr. Wu think that this is not easy to use, or the ink is not good, or the paper material is not good, which affects the performance?"

At this moment, Mr. Wu suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry:

"I ...... I can't write it! ”

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